Game of the World Tree

Chapter 493 It's All The Evil God's Fault!

September is the month when the seasons turn cooler.

The hot summer has passed, and the cool autumn has arrived.

However, for the Death Desert, even in early autumn, the high temperature is still daunting.

Moreover, due to the end of the summer rainy season, the autumn of the Dead Desert is even drier. Combined with the weather that is out of season from time to time, the dryness and high temperature are enough to make people crazy...

Only rough-skinned orcs can adapt to such a climate.

Northern Death Desert.

A line of human caravans loaded with loads of goods are slowly moving forward.

There are about 60 or 70 people in the caravan, and there are about 20 carriages. Each carriage has a black eagle logo on one side, which is very eye-catching.

That is the unique monogram of the Sauron Chamber of Commerce.

The strongest side of the caravan was a human warrior on a camel, about thirty years old.

He is wearing leather armor and has a black eagle badge on his chest, which is a token of the Chamber of Commerce owned by the leader of the Sauron Chamber of Commerce, and is also a proof of identity and status.

In the Sauron Chamber of Commerce, only powerful silver professionals would have such badges.

I saw him looking at the scorching sun in the sky for a while, and then took out a water bag to take a sip of water, swearing while wiping his sweat:

"Damn the weather!"

Even a silver professional cannot endure such a high temperature until the advanced golden rank has achieved a complete transformation of his physique.

The caravan gradually advanced, bypassing one barren hill after another, and finally came to an oasis.

The oasis is not large in scale, surrounded by a shallow lake with prosperous reeds and desert poplars growing along the shore.

Surrounding the oasis are hundreds of tents and thatched huts.

And one by one, the orcs with strong stature, wearing simple leather armor or sackcloth, are busy.

This is a half-orc settlement.

The death desert has a harsh climate, especially lacks water, and only a similar oasis can become a place of life.

After seeing the half-orc settlement, the chief warrior of the Chamber of Commerce finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The Orcs also noticed the incoming caravan, and there was a noticeable commotion throughout the settlement.

Especially after noticing the black hawk logo of the Chamber of Commerce.

Watching the mixed greed, curiosity, eagerness, and vigilance cast by the orcs, sweeping over their tattered equipment and clothes, the leader warrior pouted.

"The inferior race is the inferior race..."

he muttered to himself.

Even if humans are not even a black iron race, he still doesn't look down on these stupid big men who only have muscles in their brains.

This is determined by the comprehensive strength of the race and the strength of the true gods it possesses.

But soon, the caravan leader put on a warm smile.

I saw him roll over and get off the camel and shout at the settlement:

"Sharu! I'm Andris! The goods you want have arrived!"

The Silver Professional's voice was loud, and the voice quickly spread throughout the settlement.

After a while, accompanied by a burst of laughter, a tall, scarred orc priest walked out of the settlement surrounded by several orc warriors.

He came to the caravan and looked at the full truck with a satisfied expression.

"It's been a long journey, Mr. Andris!"

He smiled at the caravan leader, Andris.

And Andris gave him a surprised look, and couldn't help but whisper:

"Huh? Have you been promoted to Silver?"

This is a low-ranking priest of silver!

You must know that silver professionals are not common among orcs. Even if the magic power begins to recover, limited by the potential of the race, there are very few silver experts in the orcs.

Not to mention a rare priest.

With hundreds of tents like this, a small settlement with a population of 1,000 can survive. Excluding the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, there are at most five or six hundred warriors. Generally speaking, there will be no silver-rank priests born. of.

So... Andris is very surprised.

He didn't smuggle much in the Desert of Death, but because he had studied at the Imperial College and specialized in the culture of Orcs, he thought he knew a lot about Orcs.

Hearing Andris' surprise, the half-orc priest named Sharu became extremely proud.

He hehe smiled, and then his expression became solemn, gradually becoming pious.

"Praise the cold winter, praise the hunting! All are the blessings of the Father God!"

He drew a bow symbol on his chest.

Andris was slightly stunned, realizing that the other party had been favored by the true god, and he would be promoted to rank.

Then, he motioned the subordinates of the caravan to open the truck, and said to the orc priest:

"Well, the five hundred pieces of imperial equipment you want, as well as food, are all up-to-date. Check them out."

Hearing his words, the half-orc priest's eyes lit up:

"Great! Now our tribe's warriors can do their best!"

He waved to the orcs behind him, and the orcs stepped forward to check the goods.

After a while, the half-orc warrior who looked up nodded to Sharu, and Sharu's smile became more enthusiastic:

"I knew that the Sauron Chamber of Commerce will always be a friend of the Orcs!"

"Mr. Andris, and all the friends of the human race, come to our tribe and have a rest. It's been hard work all the way, and we have prepared drinks."

He invited the caravan.

And Andris also nodded and commanded the caravan to enter the Orc tribe to rest.

He is not worried that the other party is cheating, even if it is a silver professional who has already appeared in this small tribe.

Maybe he would be wary of orcs on weekdays, but this time the other party would definitely not dare to mess around.

Because this transaction was negotiated by the Orc Royal Court of the Dead Desert and the high-level executives of the Sauron Chamber of Commerce, it is said that there seems to be a stronger endorsement...

Andris himself led only one of the many Sauron caravans that traded with the Orcs.

Drinking the sweet sandy spring water, Andrews sat in the shade, eating the dry food he brought with him, and squinting at the orcs who were excitedly distributing the equipment on the truck.

What surprised him was that it was not only Sharu who had improved in strength, but these half-orc warriors had also become stronger.

As far as he knows, the average strength of the Orcs in the Death Desert should be in the middle of the black iron, and only a few warriors can reach the upper rank.

However, nearly half of these orcs vying for equipment have already been promoted to the upper ranks of black iron!

This surprised Andris, and speculated in his heart that 80% of it was the work of the Hunting Church again.

After a while, several orcs pushing a wheelbarrow came to him under the leadership of the priest.

There were three wheelbarrows, each full of furs.

That is the skin of a rare monster "Sand Spotted Leopard" unique to the Death Desert. It is very beautiful. It is a priceless luxury in the human world, and the profits of smuggling are extremely high.

These three furs, sold to the human world, are enough to cover seven or eight hundred sets of sophisticated armor and equipment, as well as enough food for a small orc tribe to eat for three months.

"very good!"

Seeing these furs, Andris looked satisfied.

However, his gaze did not stop, but looked back expectantly.

"Anything else? That...you know, private goods."

He smiled and asked meaningfully.

After listening to Andris' words, the orc priest first smiled, and then nodded meaningfully:

"Of course, there are also private goods."

Then, he winked at the goblin behind him, who nodded vaguely, and with another goblin pushed a carriage that was tightly covered by a gray cloth.

And Andris's eyes lit up, he stepped forward quickly, and carefully uncovered a corner of the gray cloth.

Below the gray cloth is a cage.

In the cage, three good-looking young female elves were tightly bound and shivering.

"Only three?"

Andris frowned.

"Hey, it's not easy, you know that the forest of elves has been too noisy recently, just these three, we caught the road in the dark mountains, all from the kingdom of Ayres and intend to return to the elves. Sen's."

"However, this is also the limit. Recently, the Dark Mountains have also begun to haunt those evil elves, and we have also lost a lot of manpower."

The orc priest shook his head.

After listening to his words, Andris also frowned slightly.

Elves are the most valuable luxury slaves in the black market, and they are also the earliest capital of the Sauron Chamber of Commerce.

However, since last year, a true elf god who has inherited the priesthood of the world tree has been born in the elf family, and the transaction of elf slaves has completely fallen into a low ebb...

This true god named Eve is rumored to be the god of death supported by the god of death.

Last year, He defeated the army of the Orcs crusade against the Forest of Elves, and also assisted the Silent City-State Alliance in the underground world to defeat the Dark City-State Alliance. It is a myth that has become more and more popular every year.

According to rumors, He borrowed the power of the God of Death to create an undead elf army, and it was also with the power of the undead army that he won repeated victories.

However, the specific details are rumors flying all over the place.

No one knows what the so-called undead elf army is all about.

Some say it is a visitor from heaven, some say it is a dead elf undead, some say it is an elf eroded by the power of the abyss, and there are even rumors that there is never an undead elf army, because the elf is not suitable to be a warrior at all, those so-called elf army. They are all disguised by the heroic spirits of the god of death...

In short... confusing, extremely mysterious.

Even in the human world, many adventurers and bards have recently become curious about Him, and many plan to venture into the Forest of Spirits.

That is, this true god publicly announced to bless the elves, which led to fewer and fewer elves flowing into the black market, and those elves who were originally living in peace also fled on a large scale.

The profits of the Sauron Chamber of Commerce also took a hit.

But in the same way, the reduction of elf slaves has also led to an increase in the price. If these three female elves are sold now, I am afraid they can easily sell for several times the price of a few years ago.

Thinking of this, Andris also felt a little comfort in his heart.

In the same way, he could almost predict that the price of the orcs would be higher.

And sure enough, after showing him the elf slave, the orc priest quickly whispered:

"And... now the royal court has stopped us from arresting elves, and requires that all the elves caught must be executed on the spot... Only these three, I secretly left them for you."

"I took a lot of risks, so...hehe, you know."

"Enough friends! I will buy these three elves at double the price!"

Andris patted the other party's shoulder and said cheerfully.

Hearing his words, a surprise flashed in the eyes of the orc priest.

But the surprise was seen by Andris, but he felt a little contempt for the other party in his heart...

For the Orcs, the orders of the royal court often mean the orders of the Church of the Hunt.

It is very possible for the black iron priest to deceive and bury it for the sake of profit, but it is the first time that a silver priest dares to disobey the order of the royal court...

"Lower races are lower races, and even the beliefs of silver priests are not so pious."

Andris sneered in his heart.

Of course, it wouldn't be so surprising if he knew that the other party was the God of Bitter Winter and the Hunting God who forcibly improved his strength.

The transaction between the two parties was very pleasant.

The subordinates were busy carrying the goods, and the two leaders continued to chat about various interesting things that happened in the human world and the desert of death recently.

Intelligence is often a very valuable resource.

"Hey, recently, members of the Oak Hand have also appeared in the Kingdom of Ayres, and they have also destroyed several of our smuggling strongholds. It's really hateful..."

"It's all because of the evil gods in the forest of elves, otherwise... we can still go hunting there."

"Evil God? I heard that that one is the real God."

"Hey! If it's not the evil god, how could the elves become so evil?"

"That's right, so...you're buying equipment and food. Are you really planning to attack the Forest of Elves again before winter begins?"

"Mr. Andris, this involves our secrets. Even if we are friends, it is difficult to disclose details."

"Cut, what are you doing in secret? I heard that the top management of our chamber of commerce plans to send mercenaries to support you. Everyone is allies..."

"real or fake?"

"It seems that you don't know yet. In fact, our Sauron Chamber of Commerce is also very jealous of the properties of the Elf Forest, and it has always been difficult to shoot..."

"Hey, Mr. Andris, don't talk nonsense, the Elf Forest belongs to us orcs!"

"I know, the Millennium Contract! But you didn't keep it!"

"Who knew there would be an evil god?"

"Come back again..."

"Hey... Anyway, our current strength is not what it used to be. This time we will definitely win, and we will definitely wash away the shame of last year. The evil god in the forest of elves won't be arrogant for too long!"

The orc priest said proudly.

Not what it used to be...

After listening to the other party's words, Andris couldn't help but look at the active orcs around him.

Indeed, from the point of view of the strength of the clansmen, the Orcs have improved too much.

Although reason told him that this was absolutely abnormal, the improvement in strength was real.

A tribe like Sharu's is just one of the many small tribes of the Orcs.

They can organize and plan to send a half-orc army of 500 people, so it seems that the half-orcs in the desert are really going to come out this time...

One hundred thousand? Hundreds of thousands?

The last time it was recorded in the literature should have been thousands of years ago, right?

It seems that at that time, the orcs also came out of their nests, also attacked the forest of elves, and finally established their position on the mainland.

Thinking about some of the historical knowledge he had learned, Andris sighed slightly:

"History is still similar..."

He narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky.

The sun is still hot, and the blue sky is like a huge blue mirror.

Looking at the deep sky, Andris said somewhat unexpectedly:

"Huh? So there are mountain eagles in the Desert of Death?"

"Mountain Eagle?"

The orc priest frowned.

"We don't have any birds here."

He shook his head.

"Not a mountain eagle? Then... what is it?"

Andris was a little surprised and puzzled.