The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

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

It's already the tenth day.

There is no shortage of water on the Warcraft Plains, but the black bread and vegetable porridge eaten at noon are no longer enough to last at night.

He is very hungry.

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

This unique weed root in the Warcraft Plains is very unpalatable.

It is difficult to digest and also has an earthy smell that makes people feel sick.

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

The smell of blood was mixed with the sour smell, and the crowded slaves were like scavengers on the rotting corpses of their young.

On this purple land, it keeps crawling forward.

No one knows where to go or where to rest.

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

He had a vague idea 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 around in the warm sunshine.

The hunger pangs are coming faster and faster, so the day may not be too far before he collapses.

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

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

Their destination is the distant royal capital of Ovia.

There they can be sold for a good price.

Now that Orc slaves are becoming more and more rare, their value has also increased exponentially.

It's a pity that the orcs can't even get a single coin.

Because they are commodities.

Recently, they have been marching continuously along the ruts on the muddy road, led by the mercenary captain.

Every day I start walking with weights from dawn to dusk.

A day's overwork cannot be undone with a night's rest. After long-term fatigue, even the resilience itself needs to be restored.

The long gray-blue hair was condensed into strands by mud and water, and the broad wolf claws were covered with blood. Every step would leave a bloody footprint.

When they arrive at the supply point in front, they will be cleaned collectively, just like the goods on display. Only by polishing them in advance can they be sold at a good price.

"Snapped!"

The bloody whip swung and struck the wildebeest.

Familiar shouts and curses filled my cochlea.

The blue blood vessels bulged, and the gray wildebeests pulled the carts transporting food and moved forward with difficulty.

It is a beast like them.

It's just that it can withstand a whip, and the result of a whip is death.

The bright sunlight shines on the earth again.

A hundred-meter-high city wall appeared in front of him.

It is like a galloping and powerful dragon lying on the high mountains. The city wall winds and rises with the trend of the mountains.

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

"Can any living thing really break through a place like this?"

All the orcs were shocked by this huge building.

A cool breeze blew from the Warcraft Plains, blowing up the orcs' hair.

I could vaguely hear the excited voice of the mercenary captain in the breeze.

"The Capachi Defense Line is here!"

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