Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

Mao Bai poured a glass of water for Yan. "The current master of Black Stone City treats slaves very well. They provide three meals a day and make sure they are full. They call this food 'noodles'. It is made of a kind of snow-white powder, which should be powder ground from some seeds."

Yan stopped eating. When he sneaked in, he discovered that this group of orcs wearing black armor were the same group as the ten black-armored orcs who escorted them.

"Do you know where they came from?"

The black armor on these orcs was made of a rare material, and the weapons in their hands were extremely sharp, cutting off a person's head was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

He was surprised to see so many black-armored orcs in the city today. "Are they the lion tribe?"

Mao Fei denied it with certainty. "No, the Black Armor Army also came here some time ago and traded with this race. The Lion Clan finally broke their promise and only traded some old, weak, sick and disabled slaves, and ran away with the supplies. The Rock Dog Clan and several other tribes in the city united and wanted to swallow up the supplies escorted by the Lion Clan's Black Armor Army. They drove the orcs in the city to attack the Black Armor Army, but ended up being captured by this race along with the people and supplies."

Speaking of this, Mao Fei was indignant. He had made all kinds of plans, but in the end, he got nothing.

Yan frowned, "Are you sure about the tribe leader's race?"

In the Orc Continent, almost all tribes are of one race. There are also some females of other races, but there are absolutely no males of other races, except for slaves, who are basically foreigners.

Mao Fei's head ached. "There are many races among these people. From what I have counted, there are 22 kinds. Most of them are slaves. Only a small number are not slaves. However, they all have more or less branding scars on their bodies, but none of them have this black mark."

Mao Fei stroked the black flames on Yan Zuo's face, feeling the scars underneath.

Yan grabbed his hand and said, "I don't feel any pain anymore."

He was a traveling merchant who traveled all over the world. Five years ago, he came to Black Stone City and met the naive and romantic Mao Fei. The two talked about everything under the sun and felt that they had met too late. However, this kind of life did not last long as Mao Fei's master found out about it, sent people to intercept and capture Yan, swallowed up his supplies, and sold him to the Fire Fox Tribe thousands of miles away.

Mao Fei pulled his hand back.

Yan's heart choked for a moment, "I have to go back. If these people find me in the city, it will be bad for you." The slave mark on his face meant that he could not move freely in the city, especially among the orcs who were escorted back, all of them were branded with the mark of fire.

Mao stood up quickly and held Yan, "Can't we not go back? You can stay here, and I'll bring you food."

Yan shook his head. He would rather be whipped in broad daylight than live in darkness.

Mao Fei forced Yan to take all the food he had stored.

Yan refused to accept it. "Mao Fei, I am a slave, tied up and escorted to Blackrock City by a group of black-armored orcs. It is unreasonable for me to have so much food on me. This group will arrive in Blackrock City tomorrow, and we will meet again."

Mao Fei pursed his lips, waited until dark, sent Yan out of the city, stood in the slightly cool evening breeze, forced a far-fetched smile, and watched Yan leave.

He harmed Yan.

Mao Fei had just returned to his tent when a voice rang out from outside, "Mao Fei, are you feeling better?"

It was the orc named Niu Biao, their captain.

Mao Fei quickly put aside the remaining emotions on his face, put on a sickly look, and weakly responded, "Captain, come in and talk."

Niu Biao bent down and walked into the narrow and dark tent with a lantern in his hand. Behind him followed Mao Li, who was the team leader of Mao Fei.

Neither of them was the type to be polite. Mao Fei looked okay, just a little weak, so they put down the dinner that was delivered to them and left.

Mao Fei, who wanted to spend more time to get information from them, said: "......"

It's really a headache. This group of people never respond to soft tactics, and he doesn't have the ability to use force.

He was alone before and had plenty of time, but now that he knew Yan was back, he became a little anxious.

Although this group of people did not abuse slaves, Mao Fei still wanted Yan to regain his freedom, no matter what.

After a brief thought, Mao Fei opened the quilt, took out a piece of wood from the corner, rushed out of the tent, and caught up with the two figures in front of him, one tall and one short, "Master Niu Biao, Master Mao Li."

Niu Biao and Mao Li stood still, both of them looked helpless. They had been told so many times that they couldn't be called adults, so why didn't they listen! There was only one adult in their tribe, and that was Qiao Xin. Only Qiao Xin was worthy of this honorific title.

Mao Fei handed the wood chip in his hand to Niu Biao respectfully, "Please, sir, be sure to give this thing to the clan leader."

Before coming to the Huaxia tribe, Niu Biao was an ordinary orc. He was unknown in the tribe, honest and simple, and had never learned how to manage his facial expressions. Although he had been working under Lang Yu recently and had learned a lot, when he picked up the lantern and saw the pattern on the wood chip in the dim firelight, he was shocked.

Suddenly looked at Mao Fei.

Mao Li also saw the pattern on the wood clearly, his face darkened, "Niu Biao."

Niu Biao realized that his expression was out of control, and he tried hard to control it. The muscles on his face twisted, and he quickly stuffed the wood chip into the hand of the monkey, as if the wood chip was a red-hot iron.

Mao Fei had already noticed the reactions of the two people. He lowered his head and clenched his hands. Success or failure depended on this one move. "I have the ability to predict the future."

Mao Li stood in front of Niu Biao, but he was shorter than Niu Biao, and Niu Biao's distorted face was still exposed and could not be blocked.

Ma Li's face was as gloomy as water. He walked forward and grabbed him. No matter whether what he said was true or false, he would arrest him first.

The two men secretly brought the non-struggling Mao Fei to Lang Yu's tent.

Lang Yu looked at the person who came and was not surprised at all. This person would reveal his true colors sooner or later. He just didn't understand why this person would reveal himself so early.

"what happened?"

Mauli hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll go call the tribe leader." Then he turned around and left.

Niu Biao stayed where he was, staring at Mao Fei on the ground with his bull eyes, wondering how this guy knew the totem of their Huaxia tribe.

Except for the orcs who followed Qiao Xin first, even the orcs who joined later didn't know what the tribe's totem was. Why did this outsider know it?

Lang Yu looked at Mao Li's back: "..." He finally understood why Mao Li didn't send him directly to Lang Rui's tent, but sent him here instead. It was obvious that he was afraid that Mao Fei would cause misunderstandings among Qiao Xin. This was too much of a defense of Qiao Xin.

This group of orcs really respect and love their Lord Qiao Xin.

When Mauli came back again, he followed Lang Rui.

Niu Biao took out the piece of wood from his arms tremblingly, "Clan, clan leader."

Lang Rui: "Keep calm, there's nothing to panic about."

His fingers were steady. He took the wood and saw the lifelike totem on it. His eyes narrowed. "You said you can predict the future?"