PNB Chapter 129 Mirror Lake in the Northwest Wasteland
Chapter 129 Mirror Lake in the Northwest Wasteland
When Alvin and his group arrived at the orc tribe in the wasteland, the changes here made Alvin feel a little uncomfortable.
The chewing potato field near Mirror Lake had become a mess. The wasteland orcs should have restored some of the damaged soilless planting equipment, which still had broken gaps and dried bloodstains on them.
Although there were still many orc laborers working in the fields and the chewing potatoes were still growing well, the expressions on their faces were not looking good.
The number of tents that were originally packed tightly together has been greatly reduced. Perhaps the owners of these tents no longer need these dwellings.
When Tietou parked the caravan in the open space outside the patriarch's tent, Broken Tooth Wasteland had already arrived from not far away.
This brave high-level warrior had a bandage on his forehead, a big hole in his thick leather armor, and he walked with a limp.
Without waiting for Broken Tooth to say hello, Alvin used [Heal Moderate Injuries] on him. The orc foreign affairs elder recovered from his wounds amidst a howl, and even his broken leg bones healed automatically.
“Human boy, your healing spell is still so magical!
Welcome to your arrival, but unfortunately the Wasteland Tribe does not have enough manpower to entertain you..."
While they were talking, a group of orc warriors, also covered in bandages, passed by.
"Broken tooth... Is the situation serious..."
"Well...about 500 soldiers fell under the enemy's attack...
But we repelled more than twenty attacks in total, and at least a thousand of those crazy orcs died."
Although Duan Ya's mouth was grinning and he looked proud, everyone could see the sadness in his eyes.
"Is Patriarch Tagon here?"
Ivan glanced at the chief's tent. It was empty. Apart from a few orcs treating the wounded, there was no sign of Tagon at all.
"The Patriarch...after repelling the last wave of attacks last night, he chased the enemy in the direction they came from."
"what?"
“Don’t be surprised, Alvin boy.
There are too few spellcasters in the Wasteland Clan. If we want to find out where the lair of those crazy orcs is, we have to rely on the shaman's soul tracking ability."
Ivan shook his head and said speechlessly.
“I’m not surprised by this…
I just feel that the patriarch's actions of going deep into the enemy's territory alone are exactly the same as those of a certain cult leader...
I say Broken Tooth, leaders here all like to abandon more important organizational responsibilities and go out to kill monsters for fun, right..."
After Xiling pinched his arm lightly, Alvin temporarily stopped his complaints.
He turned around and was about to ask for other people's opinions when a unique orc scream came from the west.
"Oh no, it's those crazy people again!
Tietou! Hurry up and take Ivan and the others to hide in the tent at the back..."
Before Broken Tooth could finish his words, Kong Er was the first to draw his weapon and rushed towards Mirror Lake;
Next came Lian, a little girl whose warlike spirit was even stronger than that of the orcs.
Shrugging his shoulders, Ivan looked at Broken Tooth and spread his hands.
"Broken Tooth, as reinforcements, it would be better for us to stay in the front."
After saying that, he and Xiling and the others dragged the extremely reluctant frost giant Soi towards Mirror Lake.
……
Mirror Lake is named because its surface is calm and clear and reflects the sky.
As one of the few clean water sources in the Northwestern Wasteland, Jinghu Lake has been occupied by the largest force in the wasteland in recent years - naturally the wasteland orcs.
To the west of Mirror Lake, on the endless gravel plain, there still live some orcs who are unwilling to join the wasteland tribe.
They lived a hard life in that desolate land, either because of their religious beliefs or because they were used to a wandering life.
In the eyes of those scattered orc tribes, the wasteland orcs are a group of weak and incompetent aliens who believe in the goddess of agriculture. They are completely different from the "traditional orcs" who like fighting and believe in the orc god Gruumsh.
In the first few years after the Wasteland Clans were integrated, these scattered orcs in the west launched several attacks;
Without exception, in front of the wilderness clans with complete organized troops, the small tribes, most of which had only a few dozen people, were completely no match.
The orc tribe, unwilling to be annexed, had no choice but to continue moving westward to avoid this increasingly powerful wilderness clan.
After that, there were no more wandering orc tribes around Mirror Lake, and the Wasteland Clan also took root in this area.
And now, the wandering tribe has appeared again in this Mirror Lake, and they have become crazy and irrational.
"Just like the Fallen in the Elven Courtyard... their number is probably... more than a thousand..."
The elf ranger Lin Liya, standing on tiptoe with a stone, told Xiling what she had observed.
There were no dense trees in the northwest wilderness for her to hide, so she could only stay in the orcs' defensive formation with everyone else.
"Yes, these crazy orcs should also be fallen..."
Broken Tooth, who had experienced the battle in the Elf Courtyard, knew very well what had attacked the tribe during this period.
“And every time they attack, they gather several, even dozens of wandering tribes;
Fortunately, there are very few professionals in these tribes, and they can barely defend against the opponent's attack."
After looking at the orc warriors around him, Ivan patted Broken Tooth's shoulder a little uncertainly, moved closer to the tall orc, and asked in a low voice.
"Broken Tooth, tell me the truth. How much combat power do the Wastelanders have left now..."
Broken Tooth looked at this human. He knew that Alvin possessed wisdom that was comparable to that of the patriarch, or even far surpassed that of the patriarch.
He didn't intend to hide anything about this.
Lowering his head, Broken Tooth answered Ivan in the same low voice.
“The original orc combat strength of the Wasteland Clan was only about 1,000, and now half of them have been lost in successive battles;
If we can’t eliminate the source of these crazy orcs, I’m afraid that in a few days, all the fighting forces in the wasteland will fall under the attacks day and night…”
"When are you going to ask the druids for help..."
"Hey, boy, we sent all the best kids in the tribe to you.
It is much more important for you to help the wilderness keep the fire alive than to defend this patch of water and grass...
Besides, you guys are already here!"
Looking at the orcs rushing towards him like a tide, Alvin was speechless.
What a broken idea!
"Broken Tooth, I really don't know what to say to you...
If a tribe has even their home stolen;
So, by getting a bunch of boys and girls, are they planning to gradually assimilate them into the foreign race?
Those who have tried the exiled government trick since ancient times have never had a good end..."
Alvin walked to the front of the defensive formation and looked at the fallen orcs rushing towards him.
“Besides, isn’t a soldier’s life a life?
Should these laborers who have worked hard to make a living by farming be abandoned?
besides……"
He placed his hands on the ice of Mirror Lake and began to focus his attention.
“The Wasteland can lend a hand when the Druid is attacked;
Would the druids just ignore the attacks in the wasteland?!"
With those last words, Alvin yelled unconsciously.
He wanted to release the fire that was suppressed in his chest to vent his extreme dissatisfaction with the orcs' passive attitude of not asking for help.
Ice-blue magic waves emanated from Ivan's palm.
Along the ice of Mirror Lake, circles spread outward.
The frost giant Soi, who was standing at the back of the team, widened his eyes.