Alien world

Chapter 963 Chapter 194. The lingering ghost
The howler went too far and for too long, and apart from sending back a few messages, there was no news of him anymore.

The last time they contacted Liberty City was in the Principality of Keating a year ago, so Annan thought they must have died somewhere, but he didn't expect to be encountered by the Free Blade.

It seems that there was a reason why the Orc Tribe sent a war eagle to deliver a letter instead of attacking directly.

"They are from that city, Shaman, please let them go." The Howler pleaded.

"I didn't intend to capture them." The orc shaman said, but Chieftain Bi Geer snorted, "I want the things."

Exchanging money for peace is already the best outcome, but Little Smalls is still a little unwilling.

If they bought these things from the caravan, they would have enough to last them through the winter.

"Ger, I have fought for your tribe for so long," the Howler began.

Chief Bi Geer did not back down: "This is the rule."

Lame Babu interrupted the two orcs and asked, "Shaman, Chief, we can give you the money, but we are short of food. Can you give us some food?"

"it is good……"

The orc shaman agreed to his request. As the wise man of the tribe, he couldn't just consider the present.

This is a result that is acceptable to both parties.

It was obvious that the Howler had some status in the Orc tribe. The Orc Shaman handed them over to it and left with Chieftain Bi Gol.

Howler led them to get food, and Small looked at Howler as if he were watching Chris in When Liberty Knocks on the Door. "What does Liberty City look like?" he asked curiously.

"I don't know. I haven't been there."

"Never been?"

"Annan and I met in Breeze City. The ratmen fled to the town of Shelter. As soon as Free City was built, I went north with the ogres." The Howler said, "What about you?"

“We haven’t been there either…”

Lame Babu recounted how they captured Xinger City under the leadership of Francois.

Not long after they walked out of the tribe, they encountered a dozen orcs who were driving wild boars from the forest and started hunting them.

They also savagely fought wild beasts with their bones...proving that sometimes the quality of weapons is not important.

"You wait here."

The Howler said, letting out a war cry and charging at the beast that was fighting the orcs.

The battle, which was entirely built up of pure strength, was exciting to watch, with blood splattering everywhere. The orcs fought more and more courageously. After the Howler leaped up and chopped off the head of the largest boar king with a vertical chop, he stood in front of the gushing severed heads, raised his battle axe, and roared with the surrounding orcs.

The orcs were about to clean up the battlefield when the Howler said something to them. The orcs muttered a few words and walked towards the tribe.

"The prey is all yours."

Howler returned to Small.

Little Smo was surprised by the unexpected surprise at first, and then felt distressed: "We can't take it away..."

There are more than a dozen wild boars in this litter. The smallest one weighs at least thirty or forty pounds, and the largest wild boar king even weighs six hundred or seven hundred pounds... If they eat sparingly, it will be enough for them to last for more than two months.

"Then send your people over. If you delay any longer, all you'll get is rotten meat and dried meat."

"I'll take people back!"

What else is there to say? Except for Lame Babu, the rest of the people went to the shelter with Little Smokey to get the cart.

After all this trouble, it was already evening when they pulled the cart to the orc tribe.

Fortunately, we wouldn't get lost if we walked along the river. However, when we were loading a dozen wild boars onto the cart and passing the orc tribe camp, an orc shaman came out and became interested in the cart.

Lame Babu asked them to gather the prey and free up two empty carriages to send to the orc tribe.

The hidden danger turned into a surprise. With these orcs as neighbors, guys like lizardmen and kobolds dared not approach them.

In comparison, the two carts were nothing. The orc shaman said nothing and led the two orcs to a wooden house.

They walked out of the orc tribe, and Little Smoky looked at the Howlers who were still following them.

"I will go back with you," it said.

"You want to follow us?" Little Small was surprised and delighted.

The biggest problem for these miners is their fighting power. Even if they eat well every day, they are just militiamen with more strength. But the orcs are different. Looking at the power of the Howler's Jumping Boar King, maybe several professionals can't beat it...

"You need help more than they do."

With the addition of an orc to the Freeblade team, the members quickly got over the initial discomfort and started asking questions out of curiosity.

"Mr. Howler, how do you know Lord Annan?"

"When he was still the King in the North, he was captured by bad humans and thrown into a dungeon. We protected him."

"What's Liberty City like?"

"I don't know. It wasn't built when I left."

"Mr. Howler, have you always been alone?"

"There was another ogre, and I lost him."

The team marched through the cold and dark woods, but full of spirit and fighting spirit, and returned to the shelter under a sky full of stars.

After taking Howler around the shelter, Little Small asked, "Do you think there's anything lacking here?"

"Don't ask an orc that question."

Everyone was so greedy that it was only because of Lame Babu's prestige in the team that he let them rest.

It's not time to eat yet.

After much difficulty, they made it to the early morning. As soon as the day broke, everyone, who had been hungry all night, started to make a fire and cook.

They first process the wild boar meat, eat the most perishable internal organs first, and use the parts that are really inedible as bait.

The result was that they finished eating the entrails of more than a dozen wild boars in just one day, with the Howler eating the most - but the prey it caught was dozens of times more than what it ate.

That day, the Howler was preparing to return to the Orc tribe, and Lame Babu asked it to take him with it.

They came at the wrong time. The orc tribe seemed to have just fought with the enemy. There were several orcs lying in the open space, and the orc shamans were surrounding them to heal them.
"What's wrong with them?" asked the Howler.

The taciturn orc shaman looked up and said, "Infected with the plague."

"Are you saying that even the orcs are infected with the plague?" Lame Babu asked.

"We're just stronger and smarter, not 'never sick.'" The orc shaman's mood was less than friendly because of the warriors' illness.

Lame Babu didn't care. He was more concerned about something else: "I mean... the plague has spread here?"

"The warriors did become like this after coming into contact with the ratmen. What do you know?"

"The ratmen spread the plague on the border of the Kingdom of Rekanel..."

And now, the ratmen are spreading plague around Ize Bay...

Lame Babu dared not think about what would happen if the plague broke out in Ize Bay...

"Mr. Howler, can you contact Liberty City?" Howler shook his head.

It hurried back to the shelter with Lame Babu and told Little Small the news.

What made Lame Babu happy was Little Small's reaction after hearing the news:

"We have to warn Izewan!"

(End of this chapter)