Haoren had just stepped into the tent and suddenly felt a strong wind blowing in front of him. The sharp and rapid sound of breaking through the air came. Without thinking, he drew his sword and waved it. Amid the clanging interlaced sound, a huge fireball was blocked out of the tent by the thunderous rage, and fell into the pot and basin not far away, causing a violent explosion, and the bonfire was splashing everywhere, and shouting continued.

After being attacked, Haoren also appeared from his invisible state at the same time. He held the sword hand and felt a pain in his palm. The power of the fireball just now was quite huge.

"Impossible! Without defense, you can block the Fireball Technique by just relying on the blocking of the sword!" The old man with tiger head looked surprised.

"It seems that he was discovered?" Haoren exhaled, shrugged, looked down at the noise outside the tent, and said softly: "I have no malice, so let your tribe retreat, otherwise I can't guarantee a massacre."

The patriarch was stunned, looked at him deeply, and then said loudly: "I just failed during the magic experiment. Don't be nervous, take the wounded to treat immediately, and the rest will continue to prepare breakfast!"

"A wise decision!"

"Young human! Show your purpose, otherwise I would not let you go. Although you are very strong, you may not be my opponent!" The old man shouted in a deep voice.

"Ha, you can't stop me, but it doesn't matter. I have no malice, I just accidentally got stuck in this place. I also hope you can provide the coordinates of the elves. Well, it doesn't matter if you don't know, just give me a world map."

"How did you come to this barren land! It's been two hundred years, and humans have never appeared! What's your intention!"

"So, it has nothing to do with you, just give me a map!"

The old man was silent for a while, but shook his head. Just when Haoren thought he was refusing, he slowly said, "There is no map, and I don't know how to leave the barren land."

"How is it possible! Since your beast tribe lives in this wasteland, how can you not know how to leave!" Haoren was slightly angry.

"When you came, I saw how far our village was. In fact, among the tribes nearby, our clan is relatively good. Many tribes have been out of food for more than half a month. Do you think we don't want to move out of the barren land?"

"Then why not move?" Haoren asked as the patriarch said.

The patriarch sighed: "Where can you move? The barren land is deserted. If you don't have a map, you will easily get lost. Many tribes disappeared completely because of this. Then, they were discovered to be dead in the desert for a long time."

"How could this happen?" Haoren's face looked slightly strange: "Is this barren land very big?"

"No, I don't know, but it is said that this is a cursed place. Since the written records, no one has ever walked into this land of China, nor has anyone ever walked into it."

"I don't believe there is no map."

"Some. It is said that there is only one map of the Barren Land, and it is carried by the King of the Beasts, and no one is allowed to watch it."

Haoren frowned a little: "This map is not a treasure, nor is it a super equipment. Is it necessary to keep the secret so hard?"

The patriarch sighed: "We thought so too, but so many years have passed, and those who have doubts have long died. Now everyone is accustomed to it, just live and wait for death in this barren land!"

Haoren finally left the village. After his repeated determination, the patriarch's words seemed to be fake. In fact, the entire village was only such a big place. Haoren naturally searched it himself and did not find any so-called maps or anything else.

This is different from the beast race he imagined. He carries the diary left by the cursed swordsman. In the few words, the beast race is an extremely fierce race. Although they cannot equip too much armor like humans, their strong bodies are the best defense. They are extremely powerful, and a small number of witch doctors with magic power have mastered powerful natural magic.

This is the beast race in the Fourth Civilization Era. The race that is completely comparable to the Elf race, and is definitely not the group in front of us, full of old, weak, sick and disabled people. Even Haoren's sword energy could not be caught. The entire race was declining to an unimaginable extent.

The so-called king of the beast tribe is a king born after the beast tribe entered the barren land. He is the only one among the beast tribes who maintains the strongest combat power. However, as for how the beast tribe entered the barren land, what happened before entering this barren land, let alone these orcs, even in all the recorded words, there is no mention of them.

Haoren is actually very curious about the world view of the residents of this world, so he is eager to have a world map. The space of D-4 is only 80,000 square kilometers, so it can be confirmed that this is just a small space, not the Fourth Civilization Era. So do people in this world know the truth?

From a series of indirect attacks, Haoren's answer was undoubtedly no. The beasts seemed to be trapped in a barren land from the beginning of their memory and could never leave, just like the elves and elves wolves were also trapped in the forbidden forest.

With countless confusions, Haoren left the tribe and walked towards the realm of the king of the beast clan. The clan leader did not hide anything from this. He didn't know whether he didn't care about the beast clan itself, or he thought that Haoren's strength was not enough to threaten the beast king. In short, he told the other party the location very happily.

At this time, the three days of Haoren's exchange were also over.

After returning to reality, Haoren did not hesitate to continue to exchange for the real world for three days, with a total of nine days d-4 space time, and continued to enter it. The place where he appeared this time was still a barren land. Although the teleportation was random, the two consecutive teleportation without intervals seemed to be similar.

This time I walked about two days and passed by two or three tribes on the way, but the races were extremely declining. Even one of the tribes was deserted and there were only three or five decadent old men next to the chaotic stone house. They were also indifferent to Haoren's appearance. His lifeless look was really no different from the living dead.

The territory where the king of the orcs was finally found in sight. Compared with the previous village, the environment here changed a lot. First of all, the solid huge stone wall was far from comparable to that of the village that was erected with a few tree trunks. There were several fully armed soldiers standing on the top of the city. Although the armor looked quite old, it was at least much better than the orcs who used bark and grass leaves as armor.

In order to save time, Haoren directly spread the wings of the God of Fire and flew over in the flames of the sun. He was discovered by the soldiers on the city from afar. Suddenly, the loud sound of trumpets spread throughout the tribe. With the crowds, several teams of soldiers hurriedly climbed the city wall, bent their bows and arrows, and were ready to start.

Haoren's purpose of this trip was naturally not to cause trouble, so he stopped in mid-air when the distance was about two hundred meters. It was just outside the range of the bow and arrows. The opponent's several rounds of crossbows were all gone. When he was about to open his mouth and shout, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, a dozen men with black wings flew up from the sky, holding swords and shields, rushed towards Haoren in a fierce manner.

Haoren frowned. If he took action, about the dozen people would be turned into gray in an instant. The gap between the combat power between the two sides was very obvious, but in this case, they would probably have a complete hatred.

"Thunder Judgment!"

Haoren activated the accompanying skill of the Wrath of Thunder, and the sky suddenly became gloomy. The green thunder pillar broke through the air and landed fifty meters away from the city wall. After the huge roar, a deep pit was left on the ground.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The orcs with eagle-faced human bodies in the air were stunned in fear. Haoren then slowly spoke: "I want to see the king of the beast clan."

"Who are you! The great king of our clan is not something you can see just as you want!"

"Let's talk!" Haoren casually blew up the crescent sky rush, which hit the top of the city this time. Although he avoided the crowd, the power of the crescent sky rush immediately exploded a large hole in the city wall, and the splashing gravel injured more than ten people.

"I want to see the king of the beast tribe. I don't want to hurt anyone, that's it."

There was a dead silence.

The two consecutive attacks allowed these orcs to see Haoren's strength. In fact, with the observation of the True Fire Eye, the strength of these orcs is already quite good, with about 5,000 combat power, but they probably won't be his opponent alone.

"Let him come!" A long sigh came slowly from a tall tower in the distance, and the sound was like thunder, which made all the orcs look surprised and obedient.

"I understand, please follow me." The eagle-faced orc led by the leader flew to Haoren, without putting away the sword in his hand, and his eyes were filled with alertness.

After flying behind the other side for about a few minutes, the two landed directly on the top of the tower. The eagle-faced orc said: "The king of our clan is inside. Although I don't know who you are, if you dare to hurt the king of our clan, you will never forgive you!"

Above the tower was a very huge house, the gate alone was more than ten meters high. When the heavy stone door was pushed open, Haoren stepped into the dim interior with a little vigilant. The furnishings inside were very simple, with only a few tables and chairs, and some unfinished meat. On a huge bench in the center, there was an orc in tiger skin lying.

Compared with other orcs, this orc is not only stronger, but also extremely tall, but his face looks very old and his eyebrows are even more gray.

"Humans from afar, welcome to you. Let me introduce myself. I am the king of orcs in this space. Of course, the so-called king is just a joke!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please read it.)
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