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This is a wild land, and the scorching sun is scorching the earth. The scorching air waves test the determination of the creatures on the land, except Nathanos and his followers. He can't feel...warmth, even if he puts his hands on it

The same is true on the ground. The temperature here cannot affect them. When night comes, they don't need sleep and can continue on their way. It seems that death brings some benefits, but those who accept death cannot feel it. Infinite energy does not mean that there is

Good patience.

"We have been wandering here for several days..."

Veronara followed Nathanos. She mustered up a lot of courage to say these words, and her words were very precise. Wandering? It sounded like they were wandering ghosts, aimlessly.

Traveling across the wasteland.

"Is anyone missing?" Nathanos, the leader, asked.

"No, why are you asking?" Veronara stared at his back, misunderstanding his meaning, thinking that Nathanos would hunt down those who defected midway.

"Pay attention. If someone disappears suddenly, tell me immediately."

“What do you do with people who might defect?”

"Get them back."

"And then torture them and make them pay?"

Nathanos gradually grew tired of Veronara's questions, but he did not tell her to shut up. His answers might reassure those who wanted to escape.

"I won't do anything extra, just get them back."

The army walked for a while, and they stopped in front of a forest. It was a bit far-fetched to say it was a forest, but Nathanos couldn't find a good adjective. The trunks of the trees in front were thin and strange-looking.

At dusk, it looks like a monster with teeth and claws. The leaves on the trees are sparse and spike-shaped. The interesting thing is that in such a barren land, these trees grow quite closely.

"Be careful, we don't know what potential dangers there are in this forest."

"Danger?" Ranger Enya showed disdain for Nathanos's warning. They had not encountered any attacks in the past few days, and they did not even see a few living creatures. "I don't think there is any danger. If there is,

, they were already scared away by our appearance.”

"Shut up." Nathanos whispered. He was the first to walk into the forest, and those behind him must follow regardless of whether they wanted to or not.

They came to a clearing to camp. This decision was very interesting. Nathanos sat on a stone and thought, why do they have to make such a useless decision again? The undead don't need to rest, but they still stopped, like a living person

It takes time to buffer the sore muscles. Nathanos has almost forgotten what it feels like to be tired.

"Lord Nathanos."

The only one who would call him this was Liana, a member of the team. This dark ranger was the most polite person to him.

"I found something very special that I'm sure you'll be interested in."

She did find it, and she found what Nathanos wanted to find most - the indigenous people of this continent, even if they were the remains of a corpse.

Others stood guard around, and Nathanos used the faint light to examine the skeleton Lyanna had found.

"Look at this." Nathanos held up a skull with both hands. It was twice as big as the skulls of elves and humans, and it also had horns on the left and right sides. "This skull looks... like a cow.

But his body is like a humanoid. His hands and feet are different. It has three fingers and the feet are hooves. It’s really interesting!”

"This... is the creature on Kalimdor? A guy with a beast's head." Veronara teased with interest. The corpse on the ground was a big guy in terms of size. He was at least seven feet tall, and

The bones are thick and strong, making people wonder whether such a creature really exists.

Nathanos clapped his hands and stood up, "We have to be more careful next. This guy can prove that he did not die of natural causes. He should have been attacked."

"It can be seen that his ribs are broken, and his left hand seems to be fractured." Veronara glanced at the hand bones that were completely separated from the corpse. "His other hand seems to have been severed."

"I may now understand why you are the Ranger Captain." Nathanos smiled stiffly, "But rather than how he died, I care more about what killed him. This... bull head

"Human," Nathanos thought for a moment and decided to call the new species they discovered, "He should look like a strong guy, at least he can wield this kind of weapon polished with stone."

Weapon? Veronara focused her eyes on a cylindrical stone that fell not far from the body. It had traces of careful carvings and strange colors. At first Veronara thought it was a decoration or a totem symbol.

Yes, but Nathanos said it was a weapon.

"To be able to kill such a strong guy, it seems that his enemy is equally formidable."

"At least it is certain that the person who killed him was riding a horse. In addition to the tauren's hoofprints, there are also confusing horse hoofprints."

"Horse?" Nathanos was confused. He turned to look at Veronara. For some reason, her silhouette in the night looked like an old friend of Nathanos's. "This is a woodland, and the road is a bit rough.

,How can anyone ride a horse here? Let alone fight on horseback?"

"It's indeed strange, maybe..."

The high-pitched horn sound tore through the tranquility of the night, frightening the birds roosting in the surrounding trees.

"This is the horn of the orcs!" Veronara shouted loudly to remind the people around her to prepare for battle. Except for Nathanos, everyone else had drawn their weapons. The elves' hearing was originally keen, but because of their body

Being in the forest, the sound transmission became chaotic and had serious echoes. Veronara bit her dark red lips, unable to distinguish the location of the enemy.

"Put down your weapons." Nathanos raised his head and looked upward. His voice eased the tense atmosphere, but Veronara still did not dare to relax.

"Why?"

"The horn sound doesn't sound thick enough, which proves that the sound source is quite far away from here."

"So, we were not attacked."

"Aren't you standing there intact?" Nathanos said and walked in one direction. Veronara guessed that he must be going to the place where the orcs blew their horns, but she was very curious about Nathanos.

How is it judged?

"How do you know it's in this direction?"

"The birds in the sky will tell you the answer."

Veronara raised her head after receiving the prompt, and suddenly understood what Nathanos meant. These birds were frightened by the sound of the horn. The direction they took off must be along the sound of the horn, wanting to stay away from the noisy sound. So just go against them.

If you walk in the direction of flight, you will definitely find traces of the orcs.

"What should we do?" Enya walked up to her and asked. The two of them looked at Nathanos' dark back in unison.
Chapter completed!