Blood tax

Chapter 271 Uluhai Three-Three Competition
Bruneuve returned shortly afterwards.He brought a brown wolf pelt and threw it to Griffith.

"There is some bad news, but before that, put these on first," the orc pointed to his face and patted his breastplate, "Here, wearing them can save a little trouble. The Flint tribe does not prohibit the appearance of humans, but it can reduce the trouble." A little dispute is always good."

Indeed, my human form and the Byeran breastplate are a bit of a hassle.Griffith tied the wide wolf skin around him with a drawstring.The wolf fur was draped over his body like a cloak, the wolf head could properly cover his human appearance, and the sharp tusks covered his face, making the sharp eyes even more deadly.

At this moment, he seemed to merge with the wild beasts of the wasteland.

The blood warrior looked at him and asked, "How do you feel? Does it affect the battle?"

"It's a little obstructive to the line of sight, and it's very hot," Griffith moved his arms. "In general, it's not a big problem. Our legion centurions will wear this."

"Hey, I know, they're all stubble." The orc took out a cloak painted with a troll totem from the package. It's not old, but it's very clean, and it still smells of sunshine and grass.He respectfully handed it to Galadia: "It's really something that you can't sell, 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 questioned him with staring eyes.

Brunaf replied seriously: "I know the death knight, um, no, I'll call him Griffith here, he is a great warrior, and his heart is as broad as the Grom Grassland."

"What does this have to do with your attitude towards the elves?" The troll priest asked suspiciously, "You orc, why don't you answer the question, is it because you are out of your mind?"

"No, no, no," Borunaf waved his hands again and again, "I mean, you and Griffith don't need to care about the details. I don't dare to provoke Miss Ranger, and I can't offend her casually."

"Hahahaha! That's right!" Miss Priest patted him heavily on the shoulder, "Elves are just pretending like this, but they are actually narrow-minded and cunning!"

Thunderclouds had already begun to appear on Galadia's face.

Borunaf immediately added: "However, my great chief said that a woman's breast is inversely proportional to her size. Miss Galadia's breast is relatively broad."

Are you talking nicely?Griffith was stunned by the orc who was walking around the edge of being beaten full of strange words, and his eyes subconsciously turned around the chests of the elves and trolls.

Galadia is in good shape, you orc, why are you talking nonsense with your eyes open.Of course, Miss Priest was obviously better, and she was on par with Amber...

Aslante froze for a moment, raised his head and thought for a while before realizing it, raised his staff and gave the orc's knee a kick to knock him to the ground, and then knocked him over with a blow that covered his head and face.

……

"Let me tell you the bad news first, Miss Ranger, Mr. Knight," the orc warrior rubbed his face and got up from the ground, and said, pointing to the valley exit in the southwest on the map, "I just went there to check, the road is blocked, no entry is allowed. You are not allowed to go out either."

Griffith has already pinched the Extraordinary characteristics, and has spotted the nearby cemetery. If something goes wrong, he will transform into a bat form and mobilize the army to demolish it.

"The good news is that the caravan is trying to find a way to ask the patriarch 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 have something to eat. I will use my honor to guarantee that the two Send it out safely."

Miss Shadow Priest didn't pay much attention, and looked around the river valley below curiously.

Galadia and Griffith looked at each other, then at the steep river valley and the city wall.Teams of wolf cavalry rode huge and brutal wolfs passing by like the wind.Equipped with javelins, throwing axes, and even lassoes and nets, they are good hunters and hunters.

These cavalry passed by the human caravan without disturbing them, but their scrutiny and vigilance did not relax at all.

If it is too risky to kill it by hand, passing through the corrupted forest is even more unacceptable.Considering that there are quite a few humans in this town and that they are doing normal trade with the orcs, they tentatively agreed to the orcs' suggestion and find a place to have a hot meal first.

The tavern that Brunave mentioned is actually a two-story earth nest.Both Brunave and Aslante can speak the common language, so there is no barrier to communication.But before entering Flint Town, Griffith still asked Galadia to put a communication spell on himself to prevent any problems.With the help of the spell, he saw a sign hanging at the entrance of the tavern - "Chestnut Karl Stew", which should be the name of the store.

The four of them sat down at the simple wooden table.Soon the tavernkeeper came to entertain them.

Brunav took out some orc currency and gave it to him: "Bring some food, and tell us about the situation in the town."

After receiving a considerable tip, the tavern owner whispered: "The wolf cavalry captured two spies, chopped off their heads and hung them on their spears. The Baroque patriarch closed the border to ensure the smooth holding of Uluhai. During this period, here and the elves , The traffic in the human territory is temporarily cut off until the end of the competition."

"Human spies?"

"No, orc and troll spies, it is said that they were sent by the great chief. Hush, whisper, their heads are already stuck on the spears."

"Not human spies but orc and troll spies?" Miss Priest asked in amazement, then immediately closed her mouth and looked at the orcs around her.

Brunave's face was as grave as that of a stinking swamp.

"Are they your helpers in the Uluhai?" Griffith asked calmly.

"Probably, they took another road to meet up, not as hidden as the Corrupted Forest," Brunaf nodded, "Before departure, the shaman said that my trial this time will not go well, and I need unexpected help .”

Just as he was talking, the boss brought up the food.

Just as Griffith was about to praise the speed of the food here, he saw four large wooden bowls being thrown on the table.It was a bowl of boiled barley porridge. Chestnuts and yellow potato pieces were randomly peeled and soaked in it. It was so soft that something was floating around the potatoes.

"Is this a maggot?" Aslante grabbed one and looked at it.The small worms should have been thrown out after the pot was boiled, and a few of them hung on the potatoes and were not completely dead.

"Maggots and weevils," the orc brought himself a large spoonful, "the maggots are fat and sweet in the mouth, not bitter like weevils."

Galadia covered her mouth and buried her head in Griffith's shoulder, unable to look directly.

Seeing this, Griffith came alive: "Your food supply is so tight?"

"Isn't it?" Borunav said without warning, "We orcs have a good appetite. Without the help of wizards, the output of land is relatively limited. When potatoes and radishes are not enough to eat, these woods grow Bugs can also supplement nutrition. The Flint tribe is not bad here, at least they can eat enough, and the tribes further north have no barley, so they can only put alfalfa in it."

You orcs really don't pay attention.Griffith took a bite and found that the taste wasn't 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, it seemed that she had exhausted her will to swallow.

Griffith stood up and went to the tavernkeeper, bought some boiled potatoes and chestnuts, and brought back some salt for the two girls to dip into.

Many orcs also come here to buy food.There was an old orc at the door with a big pot, boiled the wriggling worms together with potatoes and radishes into an indescribable paste, and gave each orc a big bowl.Even so, there are still many orcs who will not be able to eat for a while.

Everyone lined up silently, with completely accustomed expressions.

"Hurry up!" An orc warrior suddenly shouted, "I saw that humans sold a lot of food, why is there so little food? I have waited for an hour and still haven't eaten! You can't cook a few more pots ?"

"You can complain to the Patriarch Baroque about this kind of thing," the old orc beside the cauldron said calmly, "If you kill him, you won't have to wait in line."

"I'm going!" The orc grabbed the ax and walked away aggressively.

Other orcs, half-orcs, and trolls continued to line up as if nothing happened, cursing and waiting for food.

After a while, the orc warrior came back, obediently queuing at the back of the line.

"Hey, did you kill the patriarch?" 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, both Griffith and Galadia were shocked: "Isn't that a joke just now?"

Brunaf shook his head: "I'm not kidding."

"Isn't this a rebellion?"

"Rebellion? No, as long as it's a fair duel, anyone can challenge the patriarch," Borunaf replied, "There is an upper limit to the number of warriors that the patriarch can duel every day, and they can't be queued up. Only Uluhai's The winner can challenge him unconditionally."

The orc said it seriously.Then, he hesitated for a long time, and asked coyly: "Well, Mr. Knight, can you help me fight a few Uluhais? Six games in three days, and the fourth day is August 8 to challenge the patriarch. 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 after I complete the mission of the great chief and become the patriarch!"

You orc, looking at you with thick eyebrows and big eyes, you have already planned to use my power in case something unexpected happens!Griffith stared at him without answering.

"I won't let Griffith help you fight Uluhai!" Galadia said firmly, crossing her arms, "Why don't we smuggle across the border! Your accomplices were all caught and killed. It's too dangerous to be with you."

"Don't take such a risk," the orc said hastily, "they must have leaked the news on the other way. The corrupt forest can easily make people lose their way or go crazy, and the area is so large that the leader of the Flint can't control the exit along the way. .We will not be found.

"Miss Ranger, there are wolf cavalry on the road to Yalan. They are first-class hunters, fast and powerful. Naturally, one or two squads are no match for the two, but if they are entangled by them, they will be called immediately Hundreds of sieges will be exhausted on the road; if you go through the corrupted forest, the road is too far away, and it is much more dangerous than when we came.

"My idea is that tomorrow, August 8th, Uluhai will start the preliminaries. If Griffith can help me, coupled with the assistance of the priestess, I will win Uluhai is a sure thing. That old Baroque The Chief Qian has seen through Qian's tricks. When I become the patriarch, it will be a trivial matter to bring the warriors to escort the two of you out."

(End of this chapter)