The wolf cavalry led by Covennas escorted the remaining caravans, and because of the wounded, they were moving very slowly.

When night fell, they were at least forty miles away from the Casros Canyon. Given the caravan wounded, Covenus did not choose to rush in the dark to avoid breaking into dangerous areas.

On a condescending rocky mountain, Covennas and the others were camping here.

"So, is the famine in the northern wasteland even worse?" Covennas was chatting with the wild boar man Gawa and asked about some things about the northern wasteland.

"Yes, sir, many of our wild boar tribes starved to death. Many of them were scrambling to join the big tribes, but now the big tribes don't have too much food reserves. Some big tribes dare to collect the people of the small tribes, while others dare not collect them, which led to extremely chaotic wastelands in the northern part and refugees everywhere."

"Many businessmen camps in the north were under the impact and were destroyed, and even a lot of things happened to eat the same tribe, so I led some of the tribe members to the southern wasteland."

"But sir, you should know that we didn't dare to go deep into the southern wastelands, and finally came here for no reason, making a living by robbing. Although we didn't dare to touch most of the caravans, there were still scattered small merchants taking risks."

"However, there may be such an opportunity only once in half a month, otherwise we wouldn't be the only one left." The wild boar man Gava said with a low expression.

Kovenus listened and sighed in his heart. If ancient farmers were to eat at the sight of the sky, then orcs were even more so.

They are not as clever as humans or as rich in resources as elves, and they have to rely on the weather to eat.

Once it doesn't rain for a long time, famine will inevitably occur.

Moreover, the farming civilization of the orc society is very low, and most of them only know how to throw seeds into the ground and wait for the harvest.

They do not have a complete farming civilization like humans, know how to weed, fertilize, what seeds are best, when to water them, etc., so once there is a situation of heavenly stems and earthly sweating, they are several times more fragile than humans.

"So the royal court doesn't care?" Covennas asked, but after he said it, he felt that he was asking nonsense.

"Rong Court?" The wild boar man Gava was stunned, then shook his head: "I don't know!"

"Young Master, now the royal court has retreated from the halo it should have. Most of the northern wastelands live in wild boars, taurens, and centaurs. The wild boars have been headed by the wild boars commander Mashar a hundred years ago. The majesty of the royal court may not even care about the northern wastelands." At this time, Tyton, who was standing beside him, explained with a smile.

"Is Wang Ting so declining now? I heard that Wang Ting still has a strong foundation!" Covennas said in surprise.

He was not clear about these things. After all, he was a time traveler and his predecessor had no knowledge of this.

Taidon's words surprised him very much. Logically speaking, the entire wasteland was under the rule of the royal court, but I didn't expect that the north would have become like this.

What's more, in his perception, Wang Ting should be very strong. After all, he lost so many legends some time ago, and it's okay.

"There is a foundation, otherwise the Wangting would not have been a royal court for a long time. However, now the Wangting is still in name only, and many large tribes have publicly challenged Wangting."

"As for why there are still people who buy it in the southern part of the wasteland, it is because the ruling race of the royal court is a werewolf, so most of our southern tribes will buy the royal court's account."

Covennas understood that if it weren't for the werewolf royal court, there would have been millions of werewolf living in the south, and they would probably have kicked the concept of the royal court out of their minds.

Covennas was still very surprised that Wang Ting had declined to this extent.

You should know that the concept of the royal court is that there is only one word, and no tribe dares to be presumptuous.

Of course, the royal court has declined, but the lean camel is bigger than a horse.

What's more, Silver Bristle is still a tribe that is not as good as the top one.

"Mashar, the governor of the Wild Boar, was a powerful man who rose a hundred years ago. At that time, the royal court was defeated, and the centaurs and the wild boars often clashed. The dog-headed man and the lizard man were also peeping at the Wild Boar man. The Wild Boar man was not united at that time and fought independently, so he was unable to compete with the three tribes, which caused the overall losses of the Wild Boar man. The tribe of the chief Mashar, who was born in a large tribe, also suffered heavy damage. He talked to the royal court and hoped that the royal court could come forward and balance the three tribes."

"But at that time, the royal court declined, and countless forces formed inside. The king's lord almost became a decoration and a puppet, and no one paid attention to Mashar."

"The angry Mashar actually publicly announced that his tribe was not loyal to the royal court, which caused a shock to the entire wasteland at that time. Even the orcs and forces in other areas turned their attention to the northern wasteland."

"At that time, although the Wang Ting was defeated, its majesty was still there, and there was no real challenge to the Wang Ting in the tribe, so the Wang Ting was very angry."

"Sent a team led by five legends and hundreds of strong men to Mashar's tribe, and rudely arrest Mashar and demote hundreds of thousands of wild boars to slaves in the Mashar tribe."

"When everyone thought that Mashar and his tribe were about to be finished, five legends and hundreds of powerful men never returned to the royal court from Mashar's tribe."

"No one knows the specific information."

"But rumored that except for a deposed legend who was sent back to the royal court by Mashar, the rest were all gone."

"After that incident happened, Wang Ting became silent unexpectedly."

"It was also from that time that the majesty of the royal court disappeared."

"The wild boar people in the northern wasteland gradually became headed by Mashar, and finally got the title of the Wild Boars Supervisor."

After listening to Covennas, he was shocked.

That Mashar was indeed a hero, and he actually challenged the entire old power with his own strength and won.

"However, the reason why Wang Ting dared not cause trouble was because Mashar was an epic powerhouse at that time," said Tyton.

"Of course, this is just a rumor. After all, there may not be an epic powerhouse in the entire wasteland."

“Epic?”

Covennas was surprised. Above the legend, it was epic. What is epic? It is to live history. Their lifespan can reach thousands of years. Almost they are witnesses and bystanders of history.

"You know a lot!" Covennas looked at Tyton and smiled.

Tyton's knowledge was really beyond his expectations. Not to mention epic, I guess Cadia and the others knew what legend was.

"It's all heard from my father or someone else's mouth." Tyton smiled.

Covennas nodded. Orcs rarely recorded history, and most events were passed down through word of mouth.

At this time, a caravan werewolf guard came over and said, "Dear sir, this is the food sent by our boss, please taste it."

He said that he placed several large cloth bags in his hand next to Covennas.

It's jerky!

Covennas asked the aroma of jerky immediately.

Then, Covennas turned around and looked at a few meters away, and the Elves and the others were also cooking fires.

When Covennas turned to look, the Elf Highness looked over, and his eyes were facing each other. The two nodded at each other.

"Tell your boss, we are responsible for the night watch, and you can rest well."

"Yes!" The werewolf guard put down his things and saluted respectfully before leaving.
Chapter completed!