Brunave returned soon after. He brought a brown wolfskin and threw it to Griffith.
"There is some good news and bad news, but before that, put these on first," the orc pointed at his face and patted his breastplate, "Well, wearing it can reduce a little trouble. The Firestone Tribe does not prohibit humans from appearing, but , it’s always good to have fewer disputes.”
Granted, I'm having a bit of trouble with my human form and the Byeran Breastplate. Griffith put the large wolf skin around his body and tied it with a drawstring. The wolf skin is draped over his body like a cloak, and the wolf head can properly cover his human appearance. The sharp tusks cover his face, making his sharp eyes look even more deadly.
At this moment, he seemed to be one with the wild beasts.
The Blood Warrior looked at him and asked: "How does it feel? Does it affect the battle?"
"It's a bit obstructive to the view, and it's very hot," Griffith moved his arms. "In general, it's not a big problem. All our legion centurions will wear this."
"Oh, I know, these are all tough things." The orc took out another cloak with a troll totem painted on it from the package. It was half new, but very clean, and smelled of sunshine and grass. He handed it to Galadiya respectfully: "It's really something that I can't get rid of. Please accept it, Miss Ranger, and cover it up a little."
"Why are you so polite to her!?" Before Griffith could ask, Aslante had already asked him with wide eyes.
Brunov answered seriously: "I know the Death Knight, well, no, let's call him Griffith here. He is an amazing warrior, and his heart is as broad as Grom Grassland."
"What does this have to do with your attitude towards the elves?" the troll priest asked doubtfully, "Why do you, an orc, answer the wrong questions? Is it because your brain is not working well?"
"No, no, no," Brunave waved his hands repeatedly, "What I mean is that you don't have to worry about the details with Griffith. I don't dare to mess with Miss Ranger, so I can't offend her casually."
"Hahahaha! That's right!" Miss Priest patted her shoulder heavily, "The elf is just pretending, but in fact he is narrow-minded and cunning!"
Thunderclouds began to appear on Galadia's face.
Brunave immediately added: "However, my great chief said that a woman's mind is inversely proportional to her size. Miss Galadia's mind is still relatively broad."
Are you saying nice things? Griffith was stunned by the orc who was talking strange words and was on the verge of being beaten. His eyes subconsciously turned around on the chests of the elves and trolls.
Galadia is in good shape, why are you an orc talking nonsense with your eyes open? Of course, Miss Priest is obviously better, and is indistinguishable from Amber...
Aslante was stunned for a moment, raised her head and thought for a while before reacting. She raised her staff and hit the orc's knee, knocking him to the ground, and then knocked him over with a blow to his head and face.
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"Let me tell you the bad news first, Miss Ranger, Mr. Knight," the orc warrior rubbed his face and got up from the ground, gesturing to the southwest valley exit on the map and said, "I just went there to take a look, and the road was blocked. No entry is allowed. You’re not allowed to leave either.”
Griffith has already prepared the extraordinary characteristics and has spotted the nearby cemetery. As soon as something goes wrong, he will transform into a bat form and mobilize the army to demolish the place.
"The good news is that the caravan is trying to find a way to ask the clan leader to lift the blockade as soon as possible," the orc continued. "It is said that this kind of thing is not uncommon. Let's go to a nearby tavern to have a rest and eat something. I will guarantee with my honor that we will bring you two Send out safely."
Miss Shadow Priest didn't pay much attention, and looked curiously towards the east and west of the valley below.
Galadia and Griffith looked at each other, then at the steep river valley and city walls. Groups of wolf cavalry riding huge and ferocious wargs passed by like the wind. Equipped with throwing spears, throwing axes, and even lassoes and nets, they were good at chasing and hunting.
These cavalry passed by the human caravan and did not disturb them, but their inspection and vigilance eyes did not relax at all.
If the risk is too high to kill them, passing through the corrupted forest is even more unacceptable. Considering that there were a lot of humans in this town and they were doing normal trade with the orcs, they tentatively agreed to the orcs' suggestion and found a place to have a hot meal first.
The tavern that Brunave was talking about was actually a two-story underground den. Both Brunave and Aslante can speak the common language, so there is no barrier to communication. But before entering Firestone Town, Griffith asked Galadia to put a communication spell on himself to prevent any problems. With the help of the magic spell, he saw a sign hanging at the entrance of the tavern - "Chestnut Karl Stew", which should be the name of the restaurant.
The four of them sat down at the simple wooden table. Soon the tavern owner came to entertain them.
Brunave took out some orc currency and gave it to him: "Bring some food and tell us about the situation in the town."
After collecting a considerable tip, the tavern owner whispered: "The wolf cavalry captured two spies, chopped off their heads and hung them on spears. The Baroque chief sealed the border to ensure the smooth progress of Uruhai. During this period, the elves and the people here , traffic in human territory is temporarily suspended until the end of the competition."
"Human spy?"
"No, the orcs and troll spies are said to be sent by the war chief. Hush, keep your voice low. Their heads are already stuck on spears by now."
"Not human spies but orc and troll spies?" Miss Priest asked in surprise, then immediately closed her mouth and looked at the orcs beside her.
Brunave's face was as solemn as a smelly swamp.
"Are they your helpers in participating in Uruhai?" Griffith asked calmly.
"Most likely, they took other roads to meet up, not as hidden as the Corrupted Forest," Brunav nodded. "Before departure, the shaman said that my trial this time would not go well and that I would need unexpected help. ."
Just as he was talking, the boss brought the food.
Griffith was about to compliment the food here for being served quickly when he saw four large wooden bowls thrown onto the table. This is a bowl of boiled barley porridge. Chestnuts and yellow potato pieces are peeled off and soaked in it. It's so soft that I don't know what is floating around on the side of the potatoes.
"Are these maggots?" Aslante grabbed one and looked at it. The little bugs must have been thrown in after the pot was boiled. Some of them were still hanging on the potatoes.
"Maggots and weevils," the orc said, giving himself a big spoonful. "Maggots are fat and sweet when eaten in the mouth. They don't taste as bitter as weevils."
Galadia covered her mouth and buried her head in Griffith's shoulder, unable to look directly.
Seeing this, Griffith perked up: "Is your food supply so tight?"
"That's right," Brunave said without warning, "We orcs all have a good appetite. Without the help of wizards, the output of the land is relatively limited. When potatoes and radishes are not enough to eat, these things that grow in the wood will Insects can also supplement nutrients. The Firestone Tribe is pretty good here, at least they can eat enough, but the tribes further north don’t have barley, so they can only put alfalfa in it.”
You orcs are so careless. Griffith took a bite and found that the taste was not that bad. As long as he didn't think about the floating bugs, he could still eat it.
However, Galadia couldn't eat it no matter what, and Aslante also ate very slowly, seemingly using up her will to swallow.
Griffith stood up and went to the tavern owner, bought some cooked potatoes and chestnuts, and brought back some salt for the two girls to eat.
Many orcs also come here to buy food. There was an old orc at the door holding Da Guo. He cooked the squirming worms together with potatoes and radishes into an indescribable paste, and gave each orc a large bowl. Even so, there are still many orcs who will not be able to eat for a while.
Everyone lined up in silence, with a completely accustomed expression.
"Hurry up!" an orc warrior suddenly shouted, "I saw humans selling a lot of food, why is there still so little food? I have been waiting for an hour and there is still no food! You can't cook more pots ?"
"You go to Chief Baroque to complain about this kind of thing," the old orc beside the cauldron said calmly, "If you chop him down, you don't have to wait in line."
"I'm going right now!" The orc grabbed the ax and walked away aggressively.
The other orcs, half-orcs and trolls continued to line up as if nothing had happened, cursing and waiting for food.
After a while, the orc warrior came back and lined up at the back of the team.
"Hey, did you kill the clan leader?" the tavern owner asked from a distance.
"Forget it," the orc warrior sighed while holding the plate, "the queue there is longer than here."
Seeing this scene, Griffith and Galadia were both shocked: "Isn't that a joke just now?"
Brunave shook his head: "No kidding."
"Isn't this a rebellion?"
"Rebellion? It doesn't count. As long as it's a fair duel, anyone can challenge the clan leader," Brunave replied. "There is an upper limit on the number of warriors the clan leader can duel with every day, and there is no queue. Only Uluhai's The winner can challenge him unconditionally."
The orc said it seriously. Then, he hesitated for a while and asked coyly: "Well, Mr. Knight, can you help me fight a few games of Uruhai? Six games in three days, and on the fourth day, August 22, I will challenge the clan leader. I know that you and Miss Ranger can wait until the blockade is over before leaving safely, so if you can help, I will definitely repay you well after I have completed the mission of the chief and become the leader of the clan!"
You orc, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, you must have already planned to use my power in case of unexpected situations! Griffith stared at him without replying.
"I won't let Griffith help you fight against Uruhai!" Galadia folded her arms and said firmly, "Why don't we sneak across the border! Your accomplices were all caught and killed. It’s too dangerous to be with you.”
"Don't take risks like this," the orc said hurriedly. "They took other tribes' roads to come here, and they must have leaked the news along the way. The corrupted forest can easily make people get lost or go crazy, and the area is so large that the leader of the Firestone tribe cannot control the exits along the way. .We will not be discovered.
"Miss Ranger, there are wolf cavalry roaming on the road to Yalan. They are top-notch hunters, fast and powerful. One or two teams are naturally no match for the two, but if they are entangled by them, they will be summoned immediately. Hundreds of people who were besieged would be wasted on the road; if we take the Corrupted Forest, the road is too far and much more dangerous than when we came here.
"My idea is that tomorrow, August 19th, Uluhai will start the preliminaries. If Griffith can help me, plus the assistance of Miss Priest, it is certain that I will win Uluhai. That old Baroque Chief Qian has seen through Qian's trick. When I become the clan leader, it will be a piece of cake for me to lead the warriors and escort you two out."
