I Have A Bunch Of Earth Player

Chapter 486: The Mysterious Little Cabbage Tribe (Part 1)

On this day, Bagh woke up from the tent early as usual, packed the tent, and was ready to continue his journey. His goal was the golden land of the north, where all the good men of the orcs longed for!

Bagh is a young warrior of the Southern Thunder Clan. Three months ago he bid farewell to his parents and young siblings, packed up his salute, and started his journey to the north…..

In the days before he left, his parents advised him many times, but he still insisted on his own dream. Because of his good aptitude and hard work, he was actually valued by the royal family and even promoted him as the captain of the guard. For an orc who is not of royal blood, he has a very good future, and he is still very young, and he is very likely to become a general of External Martial Arts…

But Bagh is reluctant to take such a path, because he knows that he is not of royal blood, and the pinnacle of his life can only be an External Martial Arts general. Like his grandfather, he is commanding tens of thousands of troops with the title of general. , But it cannot pass on the glory from generation to generation like the royal family.

In the grassland, no matter how much you make, no matter how many cattle and sheep you are rewarded, it is an unreliable property. Because of a change in weather, your cattle and sheep may be wiped out in an instant, and only two generations will pass after the death of your grandfather. , His family has changed from a general family to a family similar to ordinary people, and he has seen with his own eyes how his family has fallen so badly in twenty years…

But this kind of thing is impossible in the royal family. In a big tribe like Thunder, the royal family each has a great elf totem, and this thing is the foundation of the orc family and the foundation of the royal family. As long as you have this, Even if there are four or five generations of royal family members, the next generation can still enjoy the best resources and training, and this kind of treatment cannot be enjoyed by ordinary families without the big elf totem.

So when he was very young, Bagh was determined to go to the north, because for ordinary orcs, only in the golden land of the northern grasslands can they have the opportunity to get the big elves, and only the north can let ordinary orcs. Transform into a royal family!

Three months ago, Bagh embarked on a journey with his passionate dream for more than 20 years…

But after three months, he found that this road was not easy to walk. The three-month trip to the north made him feel more and more difficult….

The environment of the northern grassland is relatively harsher than that of the south. The arid climate, more wind and sand, and the extremely low precipitation cause the overall quality of the northern grassland to be far inferior to that of the south.

And the northern grassland is really big, so big that Bagh hasn’t seen any people after walking for three full months, and because of the barren grassland, Bagh has not seen a prey for more than ten days in a row. He and his mount Tommy have not eaten a full meal for many days…

When they came, many old people in the tribe helped their parents persuade him, saying that this is a road for gamblers. Every year, the southern grasslands are filled with young talents who rush to the north with unrealistic dreams. Among these people There are even those young sword sages of the Huobe clan, but there is no one who can successfully achieve the goal and come back….

At the very beginning, he felt the difficulty of the north in the mouth of the old people…

After coming out of the tent, Bagh looked at the gray weather and sighed slightly. He began to pack up and salute under the cold frost. Maybe he should listen to the old man’s advice. On the road in the cold winter.

To be honest, he regrets a little bit in his heart, but he has already reached this point. Naturally, he can’t choose to go back ashamed…

I can’t help but complain about why the golden soil is in such a barren north…

Just as he was complaining in his heart, Tommy, who had been listless because he couldn’t fill his stomach, suddenly stood up cleverly and looked at behind Bagg with vigilant eyes.

Bagg was taken aback, before he had time to clean his own tent, he picked up his own broad knife and turned around and looked over.

The topography of the grassland was very flat. A long distance away from Bagh, he saw the reason for Tommy’s vigilance. It was countless black shadows. As these black shadows approached, there was a clear vibration on the ground.

There is a lot of pressure on Bagh before people arrive, and he understands that this should be a heavyweight team…

Bagh comforted his somewhat disturbed mount, and looked at him slightly puzzled. Tommy is an elite black lion trained in the Thunder tribe. He never rushed into the battlefield. Rarely did he face him when he was so upset. Things that come by become more vigilant…

Finally, while waiting solemnly, he first saw a raised flag from a distance. It was an orange-yellow flag. The chess face was big and it was very popular, but the flag was embroidered with things for Bagh. Slightly stunned…

If he read it right… then it should be… a… cabbage?

Why do you embroider cabbage on the flag?

Bagh showed a strange look on his face, but before he could vomit, the orc under the banner had slowly entered his field of vision.

Bagh could see clearly that at the front was a neat row of tauren, all tall and burly, at least nearly four meters tall. Bagh had seen many tauren in the Thunder tribe, but he rarely saw it. That tribe can gather so many such strong tauren out at once. After all, four-meter-tall tauren is at most two or three in an ordinary tribe.

And the most important thing is not the physique, but the suit of armor on their body, which exudes a cold and hideous light under the sun. Just a glance at Bagh will judge that it is definitely a high-quality, sophisticated armor!

This kind of thing is very scarce on the grassland. One is because the grassland has less ore, and the second is because the forging armor on the grassland requires the aid of fire spirits. Generally, small tribes rarely allow all soldiers to wear the whole set. Iron armor, especially this kind of tauren. Even if they are in large tribes, many tauren are wearing leather armor….

There are at least a thousand heads of tauren in front of me, right? It must be a big tribe that can arm thousands of tauren all wearing iron armor…

Just thinking about it, the orc tribe on the opposite side seemed to have discovered itself. Several dark shadows from the group suddenly ran towards him. When Bagh saw this, he took a deep breath and shook the weapon in his hand…

“Black Lion? Are you from the Thunder Clan?”

A few seconds later, a slightly hoarse voice asked himself with a questioning gesture.

Bagh was stunned, and he could see clearly after someone approached. The f*ck who jumped over were actually two jackals. The reason they didn’t recognize them for the first time was because of the same sophisticated set of chain mail on them. !

When he got closer, he discovered how sophisticated this armor is. The metallic luster and exquisite style have only been seen on the royal guards in the tribe, and the texture is not as good as the one in front of him…

There was an incredible feeling in my heart, which f*ck tribe was so extravagant, and equipped the jackals with such good equipment?

Even the Storm Tribe, which least discriminates against the wolves, can’t give this kind of treatment, right?

“Hey, I want to ask you something!” The two wolves frowned when they saw each other’s expression.

After hearing the words, Bagh calmed down, then stood up straight, and said coldly: “I am the hand of Bagh giant of the Thunder Tribe!”

Bagh looked at each other arrogantly. The older generations told him, in the north, don’t persuade you under any circumstances. The harder you are, the more people will respect you…

The two wolves looked at each other when they heard the words, and then their voices were slightly softer: “Please come with us, Lord Elise, please!”