Chapter 963 Section 194 The Lingering Ghost

Chapter 963 Chapter 194. The lingering ghost

The Howler walked too far, for too long, and there was no news except a few messages sent back during the period.

The last time they had contact with Liberty City was in the Principality of Keating a year ago, so Annan thought they had died somewhere and did not expect to be touched by the Blade of Liberty.

From this point of view, there is a reason why the orc tribe sent a war eagle to deliver a letter instead of directly killing them.

"They come from that city, Lord Shaman, please let them go." The Howler begged.

"I didn't want to capture them." The orc shaman said, but Chief Bi Geer snorted: "I want the stuff."

Trading property for peace is already the best result, but Little Small is still a little unwilling to do so.

If these things are bought with the caravan, they can have a sufficient winter.

"Gol, I have fought so hard for your tribe," Howler spoke.

Chief Bi Geer did not back down: "This is the rule."

Lame Babu interrupted the two opposing orcs and asked, "Shaman, Chief, I can give you the money, but we are short of food. Can you give us some food?"

"good……"

The orc shaman agreed. As the wise man of the tribe, it cannot only consider the immediate matters.

This is a mutually acceptable result.

It can be seen that the Howler has some status in the orc tribe. The orc shaman handed them over to it and left with chief Bi Geer.

Howler led them to get the food, and Little Small looked at Howler like he was watching Chris in "Freedom Knocks." "What does Liberty City look like?" he asked curiously.

"I don't know. I haven't been there."

"Never been?"

"Annan and I met in Breeze City because the Skaven fled to Typhoon Shelter Town. As soon as Free City was built, I went north with the Ogres." The Howler said, "What about you?"

"We haven't been there either..."

Lame Babu recounted their deeds in capturing Star City under the leadership of Francois.

Not far out of the tribe, they encountered a dozen orcs who drove wild boars from the mountain forest and began to hunt them.

They also savagely fight with beasts using their bones... It turns out that the quality of weapons sometimes doesn't matter.

"You guys wait here."

Howler said, letting out a war cry and leaping towards the beast fighting the orcs.

The battle composed entirely of pure strength made people's blood flow and blood splashed everywhere. The orcs became more and more brave as they fought. After the howler jumped up and chopped off the head of the largest wild boar king with a vertical chop, he stood on the gushing ground. He raised his battle ax before the severed head came out, and roared with the surrounding orcs.

The orcs were about to clean up the battlefield. Howler said something to them. The orcs mumbled a few words and walked towards the tribe.

"The prey is all yours."

Howler returns to Smokey.

Little Small, who was hit by the unexpected surprise, was first surprised, and then distressed: "We can't take him away..."

There are more than a dozen wild boars in this litter. The smallest one weighs at least thirty or forty pounds, and the largest wild boar king even weighs six or seven hundred pounds... Save enough to eat enough for them to last more than two months.

"Then let your people come over. If you wait any longer, all you will have is bad meat and dried meat."

"I'll take people back!"

What else is there to say, except for the lame Babu, the rest of the people went to the shelter to get carts with Little Smoky.

After all this trouble, it was already night when they pulled the cart to the orc tribe.

Fortunately, you won't get lost if you walk along the river. However, when a dozen wild boars were loaded onto the cart and passed by the orc tribe's camp, the orc shaman came out and became interested in the cart.

Lame Babu asked them to gather the prey and free up two empty carriages to give to the orc tribe.

What was originally a hidden danger turned into a surprise. With this group of orcs as neighbors, guys like lizardmen and kobolds would not dare to approach them.

Two pallets are nothing in comparison.

The orc shaman said nothing and led the two orcs towards a wooden house.

They walked out of the orc tribe, and Little Smoke looked at the howler who was still following them.

"I'll go back with you," it said.

"You want to follow us?" Little Small was not only surprised but also surprised.

Combat strength is the biggest problem for this group of miners. Even if they are well-fed all day long, they are at best militiamen with stronger strength. The orcs are different. Judging from the howler's power to jump and kill the Wild Boar King, several professionals may not be able to defeat it...

"You need help more than they do."

There was an additional orc in the Free Blade team, and the members quickly got over the initial discomfort and asked questions out of curiosity.

"Mr. Howler, how do you know Lord Annan?"

"When he was the King of the North, he was captured by bad humans and put into the dungeon, and we protected him."

"What's Liberty City like?"

"I don't know, it wasn't built when I left."

"Mr. Howler, have you always been alone?"

"There is also an ogre, it was separated from me."

The team moved forward in the cold and dark woods, but full of energy and fighting spirit, they returned to the shelter covered in stars.

After taking Howler around the shelter, Little Small asked for advice: "Do you think there is anything lacking here?"

"Don't ask an orc that question."

Everyone was so greedy that the lame Babu relied on his prestige in the team to let them rest.

It's not time to eat yet.

After finally making it to the early morning, the hungry group started to make a fire and cook as soon as the sky got bright.

They first processed the boar meat, eating the most easily spoiled organs first, and using the parts that were really inedible as bait.

As a result, they ate the organs of more than a dozen wild boars in just one day, and the Howler ate the most - but the prey it caught was dozens of times more than it ate.

That day, the Howler was going to go back to the Orc Tribe, and Lame Babu asked him to take him with him.

They came at the wrong time. The Orc Tribe seemed to have just fought with the enemy. There were several orcs lying in the open space, and the orc shaman was surrounding them to treat them.

"What's wrong with them?" Howler asked.

The taciturn orc shaman looked up and said, "They are infected with the plague."

"You mean even the orcs are infected with the plague?" Lame Babu said.

"We are just stronger and smarter, not 'never sick'." Because the warriors were sick, the orc shaman was not in a friendly mood.

Lame Babu didn't care. He was more concerned about another thing: "I mean... has the plague spread here?"

"The warriors did become like this after contacting the ratmen. What do you know?"

"The ratmen spread the plague at the border of the Kingdom of Rekanel..."

And now, the ratmen are spreading the plague around Ize Bay...

Lame Babu didn't dare to think about what would happen if the plague broke out in Ize Bay...

"Mr. Howler, can you contact Free City?" Howler shook his head.

It hurried back to the shelter with Lame Babu and told Little Smo the news.

What made Lame Babu happy was Little Smo's reaction after hearing the news:

"We have to warn Ize Bay!"