Chapter 533 The Broken Tooth Tribe is hunting

"As for this," the bald woman glanced at the unconscious Suhoru again, "Just break one leg, after all, we will need them later."

The followers of Grazite were all silent, and no one dared to stand up and say a good word for the two comrades. If they were not ordered to drag them away for "punishment", they would not even have the courage to look at Larissa and Suhoru, fearing that they would be in trouble.

Amid screams and sobs, the two members of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society gathered together: "Did that mortal really find a clue?"

"It's just an indirect mark. Look at this, this is a broken spearhead, right?"

The blasphemous magic power surged in the hands of one of them, and the sharp object that stabbed Suhoru soon reacted under it: a layer of mucus appeared on the metal-like non-metal weapon fragment.

"Bab's slime."

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"That's right, Babu, not a low-level creature like a coward, but a real demon. They said before that the one named Gran followed Grazite's guidance to come to the Delusion Land, and now it seems that it is not a lie."

From the beginning, they did not trust the people of Grazite's cult at all.

"Can you find the right path based on this?"

"Of course."

Candles, blood stains, magic circles... A set of magic circles that did not look like a decent ritual at first glance was quickly prepared. The spearhead was placed in the middle of the magic circle, and Larissa's tongue and Suhoru's leg were placed in two symmetrical positions. Then, the two cultists ignored the filth on the ground and sat down one after another to start their spells.

A faint breath was pulled by their power and went in a certain direction ahead.

If there were any "legal" residents of the Land of Delusion here, they would be able to tell at a glance where the smell was drifting - it was a village that was almost at the end of its life, with the last remnants of the former Kingdom of Faramar and some demons abandoned by their lords.

There were indeed legal residents of the Land of Delusion here.

In a clearing in the woods a thousand meters away, a few tents were stationed here, and next to the campfire surrounded by the tents, a very old orc priest suddenly opened her eyes, stretched out her hand, and sniffed it with her palm on the tip of her nose as if she had caught a handful of wind.

The tribesmen around noticed this change, but they really couldn't tell from the priest's face full of ravines whether she was frowning.

"Call the hunting boys back." The orc priest said lightly after a few seconds of silence.

"Grandma, what happened?" A young and strong orc asked bravely, "Are there any monsters attracted here?"

Although Kalade's troops regularly enter deeper areas to clean up, the monsters in the Delusion Land can still be killed one after another as if they grew out of the soil. Naturally, the hunting of the Cracked Tooth Tribe is also affected by this, and they move back and forth between several hunting grounds.

They may not be unable to defeat those monsters, but hunting is not a trial, let alone a fight to the death. Naturally, the safer the better - it is too inappropriate to risk your life for a few bites of food.

The current Cracked Tooth Tribe is no longer the same as before, not even when it first entered the Delusion Land - some of the tribesmen were attracted by the construction tasks or other plans of the lord here, and settled in Green Swamp Town, surrounding villages, and even trading posts, and no longer wanted to live this kind of hungry and full life. But there are still some orcs who prefer to follow the traditional virtues of the tribe and race and insist on making a living in the forest. They are these people.

Unlike those people and horses, this division is not the result of struggle, and the relationship between the two sides is the same as usual, except that they are engaged in different professions.

"No, not a monster," the orc priest who is very old but still refuses to "retire" and receives a consulting job and salary in the town shook his head, and the many bone or stone ornaments on his neck jingled, "It is something more dangerous, looming."

"Those intruders, they hide very well, but at my age, even if I live like a dog, I can smell the disgusting stench."

"Call them back immediately, it's very dangerous in the forest."

The young orc immediately took the order, but before leaving, he looked back at the elder of the tribe with some hesitation: "Then... Granny, should we go and warn the lord?"

After all, they are now in each other's territory and are under each other's protection. Even if they don't recognize these, they are at least neighbors. It is also a kind of obligation and responsibility to remind them when a crisis occurs.

"It's too late. This place is not close to Green Swamp Town, and..." The orc priest grabbed a handful of wind and sniffed it again, as if to confirm something, "The direction of the breath is not Green Swamp Town, but the other side."

"The other side?"

"This side of the mountain," the old priest's wise eyes penetrated the heavy trees and fell near the distant mountains, "Do you still remember the map drawn by the goblins and corrected by the lord's spy?"

"Remember, that should be the 'Devil Village'," the younger generation of the tribe immediately answered, "The lord has expressly forbidden us to contact and deal with the other side - I think he is just worrying about nothing, who would go there knowing that there are a bunch of demons and zombies there?"

"Yes," the orc priest glanced at the young man, "we."

"Ah?!"

The young man was dumbfounded: "Grandma, are you kidding? Why should we go there? Isn't this just asking for trouble?"

"You are wrong - forget it, if you don't want to go, just gather everyone, it's the same if I go alone - someone is going towards them, if we didn't see it, it's fine, since we noticed it, at least we should have reacted."

"What you said is right, when we encountered this kind of thing in the Gobi Desert, we didn't go up and take advantage of the situation. Robbing one person is the greatest mercy, how come——”

“Because at that time, we didn’t have a lord above us,” the orc priest’s eyes became serious, “Now the north is so chaotic, but we can still live here, and it’s not entirely due to our own efforts—do you want to be kicked back to the Gobi Desert by that Lord Ron?”

“Then, then let’s not do it,” the orc shrank his neck, “I heard that there are bandits coming from the north everywhere now, and we definitely can’t beat them now…”

“Then why don’t you go!” (End of this chapter)