The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

Chapter 24 Extra Story Orcs and Mercenaries

A convoy of hundreds of people walked slowly on the Warcraft Plain.

It is already the tenth day.

There is no shortage of water to drink on the Warcraft Plain, but the black bread and vegetable porridge eaten at noon can no longer make up for the night.

He is very hungry.

Cook hasn't eaten much in the past few days, and Cook shared some rations with the young half-orcs before, so he has eaten a lot of grass roots recently.

This wild grass root unique to the Warcraft Plain is very unpalatable.

It is indigestible and has an earthy smell that makes people sick.

But this was nothing compared to the stench emanating from the slaves.

The smell of blood was mingled with a sour stench, and the throng was like carrion worms on the rotting carcasses of their young.

In this piece of purple land, it is constantly wriggling and moving forward.

No one knows where to go, where is the place to rest.

A feeling of disgust rose in Cook's heart, and he just wanted to rush to the next supply point to collect his poor rations.

He vaguely had a thought in his mind that he might become a child of a wealthy family in his next life, living a life of eating white bread every day and running freely in the warm sunshine.

The hunger was coming faster and faster, so the day when he collapsed might not be too far away.

This pessimistic thought made him feel a little sad, but not painful.

A large slave-hunting mercenary group can capture hundreds of orcs at a time, but only one-third of them can be successfully brought back alive.

Their destination is the distant capital of Ovia.

There they can be sold for a good price.

Now that half-orc slaves are becoming less and less rare, their value has also doubled.

It's a pity that half-orcs can't even think of getting a copper coin.

Because they are commodities.

Recently, they marched continuously along the ruts on the muddy road under the leadership of the mercenary captain.

Every day, I started walking with heavy loads at dawn until night came completely.

A day's overwork cannot be undone by a night's rest, and even resilience itself needs to be restored after prolonged exhaustion.

The long gray-blue hair was condensed into strands by the muddy water, and the broad wolf claws were covered with blood stains, and every step was a bloody footprint.

When they arrive at the supply point in front, they will be cleaned collectively. Like exhibited goods, they must be polished in advance before they can be sold at a good price.

"Snapped!"

The blood-stained whip waved and lashed at the wildebeest.

Familiar yelling and cursing filled the cochlea.

The cyan blood vessels burst out, and the gray wildebeest pulled the food cart forward with difficulty.

It is a beast like them.

It's just that it can withstand a whip, and they can only die if they are whipped.

The bright sun shines on the earth again.

A hundred-meter-high city wall appeared before his eyes.

It is like a galloping, vigorous dragon lying on the top of the mountains, and the city wall winds up and down with the trend of the mountains.

This was a sight he had never seen in the tribe.

"Is there really a creature that can break through this kind of place?"

All the orcs were awed by this huge building.

A gust of cool wind blew from the Demonic Beast Plain, blowing the orc's hair up.

In the breeze, the excited voice of the mercenary captain was faintly heard

"Kappaqi defense line, here we come!"

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