"That way we'll still have food next year...but this group of people?"

"Whether it's water, pasture, firewood, camps...these killers on horseback take it without mercy and endlessly consume all the resources in the desert. They neither fight nor occupy. They just waste money and food disproportionately."

, the manpower is just to clean up this barren wasteland, leaving behind barren sand, and even the caravan can no longer stay in the cleared camp!"

The orcs walked past Dean, and finally stopped at Thales at the far end, next to the youngest human.

Thales was still holding his head. From the corner of his eye, he saw the orc's strong calves and felt them making a sound above his head.

Oops.

This means...

"Based on my experience, if these cunning humans behave abnormally, they must have something up their sleeve."

"Just like they always do."

"But since they have taken action, we must also take our own action," the orc leader narrowed his eyes and looked at the prisoners: "This is the reason for us to go north."

"That's why I decided to lead a group of tribal warriors to the east and north in the desert."

It gritted its ferocious teeth: "So, outsiders."

"In the past month, you are the only ones who have come from the direction of the Blade Tooth Sand Dunes. You are the only ones who set off in the same direction and from the same place as those crazy cavalry."

"And the only one who might know their intentions."

The prisoners kneeling on the ground had different expressions.

On the sand, rows of orc warriors stood around grimly, looking at each trembling or confused human prisoner.

The expressions of the three holy guards remained unchanged, waiting for their leader's next words.

Finally, the pure black orc slowly stretched out his hand, raised the iron fork on his wrist, and spoke with a chilly tone.

"And you will tell me."

"Why."

It spit out a noun that made everyone frown:

"Kingdom of Stars."

"Why do you do this?"

The mercenaries looked at each other, and even the merchants were surprised.

"Why did they send so many troops deep into the desert?"

"Why do they want to lift every layer of sand out of here?"

"Why don't you hesitate to spend money, food, and human lives?"

Under the influence of the cold, Thales felt a chill on his neck in shock!

A cold iron fork pressed on the prince's neck.

Amid the exclamations of the mercenaries, Thales was forced by the strength of the iron fork to raise his head and look into the bright yellow eyes of the orc leader.

Thales stared blankly at it, looking at the scars and inhuman face on the other person's face. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the armor under his fur. Looking at the faint bloodstains and scratches on it, he felt his body numb.

It was different from other orcs he had fought.

Those eyes were calm and collected.

It seems like there are many secrets hidden.

"There is someone," the orc raised his eyes and looked at the others, but the movement of his hand did not stop, and he still hooked Thales' chin with the iron fork:

"Can you tell me?"

no respond.

Only the cold wind howled in the sand.

And the crackle of flames.

But at this moment, only Thales knows:

The truth that this pure black orc tried so hard to get...

The secret that makes the desert turbulent...

It was trembling slightly under its iron fork.

what to do?

Thales thought hard.

At this moment.

"enough."

"Kandar Nushan, which is famous in the desert, has no need to embarrass a human Solino."

This is a gentle and mature male voice.

Just like the day he rescued Thales.

After the words fell, the orcs began to discuss briefly, seeming to be slightly disturbed by a certain name.

Thales, who was so nervous that he was almost suffocating, felt his neck tremble slightly.

Finally, his neck relaxed: the iron fork left his artery.

Thales breathed a sigh of relief and started breathing again, thinking quickly about what to do about the predicament at hand.

The pure black orc turned around, and its gaze silenced all the orcs.

"Who?" It walked slowly to Thales and the speaker, staring at the bald human: "Who is the person who spoke to me...?"

The speaker raised his head, lowered his arms, stood up, and looked up at it.

"I'm Dean, I'm... Louisa's deputy."

The next second, the orc's iron fork was pressed into Dean's neck.

Louisa exclaimed a little.

But the bald mercenary remained motionless and just allowed the other party to look at him.

The orc leader lowered his head and stared at him for a long time.

"Human, I was deeply impressed by you in the battle just now."

"You have skill and wisdom."

The orc leader narrowed his eyes: "Do you know who I am?"

The prisoner nodded, his expression calm.

"I know."

"I recognize your arms, I recognize your skin color."

Dean stared at the orc:

"You are not a purebred gray bastard... a purebred desert orc. You have the blood of a glacier orc, so your skin color is different from theirs."

Damn ice bastard, Dean said silently.

Thales looked at the other person's skin, looking at the pitch-black color, and became convinced.

Surprise appeared in the eyes of the orc leader.

Dean sighed softly:

"You are Kandar Nushan."

"A 'different-blooded one' who rose up as an exile and roamed the desert for twenty years."
Chapter completed!