Chapter 573

Callum stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips. On the winter grassland, the cold wind blew on people's faces like a knife, and it felt like it was going to tear off the face.

Even for orcs, this kind of cold wind is unbearable.

Callum wrapped himself in his fur coat, took off the wine bag tied around his waist, unplugged it, and gulped down a few mouthfuls of wine. Under the stimulation of alcohol, a little warmth came from his abdomen, so that his body was not so cold.

We are almost there, and we will be able to return to the king's tent soon! He shook the reins, and the warhorse under his crotch sped up.

Ah, I will be able to enjoy the sizzling barbecue and the milk wine that is warm enough to melt my heart. Thinking of this, Calum couldn't help but saliva in his mouth.

He turned around and shouted to his team: "Warriors, speed up! Warm tents are waiting for us."

"Oh! Oh!"

His men raised their arms to respond to their leader.

"Go!" The warriors in charge of guarding the captives whipped the people who were about to become slaves.

In addition to the warriors on horseback, this orc team also had a large group of prisoners walking on foot with their arms tied with ropes. They were also orcs.

Compared with those warriors, these captives were thinly dressed, and some of them were injured and miserable. But there was no reluctance or resentment on their faces. They just silently obeyed the orders of the people who controlled them and moved their legs desperately to keep up with the speed of the war horses. The orcs on the grassland worship the strong, which is a tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years. They will spontaneously offer their loyalty to those who can conquer them by force, but once the conqueror shows signs of weakness, they will not hesitate to show their weapons and pounce on the former conqueror - just like the succession of wolf kings in a wolf pack.

Callum is a young general in the Zarge clan. He is tall and strong. Growing up in the harsh environment of the grassland, he has developed amazing fighting skills, and he is sharp-minded and good at learning. With these strengths, Callum has gained the trust of Abar, the chief of the Zarge clan. Starting from serving as the chief's guard, Callum has gradually gained his trust and learned the skills of leading troops in battle from the chief. Just after Chief Abar announced that he would restore the glory of the Zarge clan and establish a new generation of king's tent, he was finally appointed as a centurion.

In order to establish the authority of the king's tent, Chief Abar used both kindness and force to gradually subdue the surrounding orc tribes. It was inevitable that he had to use force against those tribes that did not obey. In the process of fighting everywhere, Kalum became a dazzling new star under the king's tent and made great contributions to Chief Abar. The chief was fair. Kalum was promoted step by step to the captain of a thousand men, and was promoted to the captain of ten thousand men not long ago, which means that Kalum has become a big man who can stand alone in the king's tent. There are only five captains of ten thousand men under Chief Abar, including Kalum.

This time, Kalum led his team back to the king's tent after completing the conquest of a tribe.

After continuing to march for half a day, they finally saw the city of the king's tent.

After consolidating his position, the chieftain of this generation, Abar, went against the traditional nomadic customs of the grassland orcs and ordered the construction of the orcs' own city. At first, it was just a small castle with a very rough architectural style. Then, with it as the center, more and more buildings were built. With the addition of the newly conquered tribes, the population increased, the area became larger and larger, and finally formed the scale of a town. Of course, the ecology on the grassland cannot support the existence of large cities, and the production of the orcs at this stage can only rely on nomadism. Therefore, the population of the city of Chief Abar fluctuates between 40,000 and 50,000. It is inhabited by the chief's direct army and the leaders of the conquered tribes, and the shaman priests who are respected by the entire grassland.

Around this town, there are scattered orc tribes of all sizes, still maintaining the traditional nomadic lifestyle of the grassland orcs.

After approaching the town, Kalem disbanded his army, and the orc warriors returned to their tribes with their spoils and slaves. Although according to tradition, a triumphal ceremony should be held at this time, this time Callum chose to go out in winter. No one wanted to attend the triumphal ceremony in the biting cold wind, not to mention that in this cold and harsh winter, their wives and children at home urgently needed the spoils they had obtained.

There were less than 100 orc warriors left with Callum. They were Callum's personal guards and his subordinates who had been with him since he was a centurion.

Callum and them escorted most of the remaining captives into the town. This was a gift to Chief Abar.

The orc town was not well planned. From a human perspective, the layout of the buildings inside was messy, but there was a wide and neat avenue opposite the entrance, leading directly to Chief Abar's tent - yes, Chief Abar still lived in a tent most of the time to show that he was a person who respected tradition, although his tent was set up in the town.

Callum and his men came straight to the front of the big tent. The guards on guard outside welcomed him and conveyed the order of the chief. After handing the captives over to the guards, they went directly to meet the chief. After briefly explaining a few words to his men, Callum entered the tent.

"Oh! Our young eagle has finally returned to its nest."

After entering the tent, a loud and familiar voice welcomed him.

In the tent of the great chief there was a blazing fire, so warm that it made people weak. A whole skinned fat cow was on the bracket above, and the servant in charge of cooking was turning the joystick, and grease kept dripping into the flames, making a sizzling sound.

Callum moved his nose, it was really too fragrant.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, take a look!

The tent was covered with exquisite carpets from the human kingdom, and a circle of orc leaders sat on the ground, all of them were big and strong, and they were all the confidants of the great chief who could enter this tent.

Sitting on the main seat facing the door was an orc who was taller than the other orc leaders. He was the one that Callum was loyal to, the supreme ruler in the eyes of all the orcs, the unquestionable king of this grassland - Chief Abar of the Zarg clan.