Tomad Ann left Fatiguere City on a sunny morning. Fully four hundred well-equipped barbarian orc warriors formed an unprecedented farewell team. Under the leadership of Dun Kaba and Aogashi Shaman, they sent Tomad half a day's journey away. In addition to the fact that there were ten wild giants in the team who were determined to stay in Fatiguere and enjoy life, the appearance of this large army crossing the border scared the Flatfoot, Blacktooth, Brandbone and other tribes who did not know the truth and fled. I am afraid that Fatiguere City has made up its mind to annex by force. After appeasing the many reluctant barbarian warriors and promising to return after the situation calmed down, Tomad could finally watch Aogasi Shaman and his entourage return home. After the figures of those people disappeared, only Tomad was left standing alone on the sand dunes in the vast sea of ??sand. Looking at the blue sky, an indescribable feeling of loneliness suddenly hit his heart. Aogasi Shaman once proposed that Tomad choose a few orc warriors to serve as escorts, but Tomad rejected the proposal without even thinking about it. It is not that there is no precedent for human business groups to hire barbarian orcs as bodyguards. These tall and burly warriors are known for their loyalty, bravery and good fighting skills. If it were not for their difficulty in restraining, they would be the most ideal bodyguard candidates. But not now. Although Tomad didn't know whether the remnants of the Sons of Flame mercenary group at White Rock Post could successfully break through after he fell into coma and suddenly disappeared, at least a tragic conflict was inevitable. "Whether it is for revenge or to maintain dignity, the free city of Tatarchuk cannot let this matter go, and the king of the barbarians who has assembled an army will not compromise easily. During such a sensitive period, it was obviously inappropriate for a group of orc warriors to appear in Tatarchuk. The image characteristics of the barbarian orcs are very obvious. Even if they cover the tattoos on their faces and arms with their hooded cloaks, their height of more than two and a half meters makes them very eye-catching. There may be tall men over two meters tall among the human warriors, but if a whole team is like this, it would be too suspicious. Fortunately, this feeling of loneliness came and went quickly. After quickly adjusting his mood, Tomad patted the neck of the wild Bactrian camel under his crotch. The beast raised its head and neighed, took long strides and ran forward. go. The Great Abraham Desert is not a friendly place for traveling alone, especially after dark. As night falls, the temperature drops rapidly, but the hot sand can still roast bird eggs, not to mention scalding human skin. The huge temperature difference between day and night brings a very strong air current. This terrible air current is called the Ghost Wind by many adventurers with rich experience in desert travel. Every time it appears, it carries a large amount of sand and gravel, sweeping away without warning. However, tents can often be swallowed up and campsites can be buried in an instant. Without the help of companions, lives will often be lost. However, Tomad will not be troubled by this ghost-burning wind. Whenever the face of the golden sun disappears from the western sky, he always returns to the safe tattoo space to rest, and by the way, he meets Lisa Black Blade and Wei Er. Na Yimei and Tracy Blood Snake discussed ways to break through the core area of ??the Minotaur Labyrinth. It's ridiculous to say that the Minotaur Labyrinth has been built for a long time as a building to recruit tauren warriors of the third level. However, the extremely complex and changeable terrain makes Tomad feel dizzy every time he enters, making it impossible to reach it. Where the building guardian is, let alone challenge him. After several failures, Tomad was annoyed and even directly asked the human customer service Delta to publish the drawings of the maze construction. Unfortunately, under a bunch of so-called intellectual property protection regulations and player rules, Tomad's request was ignored. Not only did he not get permission, but he received some clever ridicule from Delta, which made him even more angry. Fortunately, as a Shadow Assassin instructor, Trish Blood Snake has considerable experience in sneaking into complex buildings. After some research and discussion, he finally gave Tomad some confidence. Let him prepare to concentrate on breaking through the Minotaur Labyrinth as his immediate challenge goal after arriving in the free city of Tatarchuk. However, this plan had to be postponed indefinitely after Tatarchuk's broken outer city wall - or a section of broken wall that had not yet completely collapsed. Tomad jumped off the Bactrian camel early after realizing that something was wrong. Then he held the reins loosely with one hand, ready to release his fingers at any time. The other hand reached under the hooded cloak and held the griffon. The hilt of the sword. The further you go, the more obvious the signs of the city¡¯s devastation become. Tomad passed through a village outside the city. A wooden fence surrounded the ruins of several houses that had been burned through the roof. It seemed that the fence was quite strong, but it was a pity that it was far away from the plundering army of barbarian orcs. not enough. As Tomad passed through the village, he had to step over two burnt black bodies, as well as countless pieces of rubble and furniture, and then faced a relatively complete wall.?I saw even more cruel and barbaric acts. A dozen corpses were gathered in a pile under the low wall. Although they were all scorched black by the flames, it was still clear from their size that they were not adult men, but unarmed women, children, and children. Most of the corpses raised their hands, as if they wanted to brush away the burning flames, and as if they were complaining to the sky about the horrific crimes that had befallen them. Seeing this tragic scene, Tomad felt his scalp explode at first, and then his heart was immediately filled with rising anger. He was still unable to face such atrocities as if nothing happened. No matter where the perpetrator came from, Tomad secretly swore that he was prepared to let him taste the pain that was worse than the burning body. It is unrealistic for one person to bury the corpses of an entire village. No matter how much he wanted to hide his whereabouts, Tomad summoned several dark elf scouts and directed them to bury the villagers together. These slender female soldiers were really not suitable for such heavy physical work. It was not until late in the day that all the corpses were buried in simple graves. Tomad recited a few prayers about Bablupa, the Lord of Justice, in front of the grave where the villagers were buried, and then he touched his chest and bowed to express his condolences. This funeral process is not very appropriate, but it is better than nothing. Tomad originally wanted to continue on the road and rush to the Free City before it was completely dark, but when there was still a short period of time left in the prayer, a rough voice suddenly shouted outside. "Hey, sir, look!" The voice was full of unabashed malice. Compared with it, the vicious curses were as clear as a stream. The light of the torches swayed from the cracks in the wooden fence wall, and the number was obviously more than one or two. "It seems that someone has entered this village, and they have packed up the corpses of the prisoners that were put there for public display!" Thomas turned around suddenly. , the golden eyes sparkled in the afterglow of the sun, "Thank you to the gods in the sky, whether it is the punishment of the Lord of Justice Bablupa or the guidance of the God of March, the murderer who committed such a crime can appear before the victim. At the end of the funeral ceremony of the deceased, this is really the best thing. "With a simple gesture, the well-trained dark elf scouts immediately dispersed, hiding in the shadows of the ruins of houses and broken walls. Thomasad straightened his dusty hooded cloak, moved the gryphon sword on his waist, and then turned his body in the direction of the noise, quietly waiting for the murderers who burned down villages and killed women and children to appear before him. before.