Chapter 573

Chapter 573.

Calum stuck out his tongue and licked his somewhat chapped lips. In the grassland in winter, the cold wind blew on one’s face like a knife, and it felt like it was about to rattle off one’s face.

Even for an orc, this kind of cold wind was unbearable.

Calum wrapped his leather jacket, removed the wine bag tied around his waist, pulled out the cork, and gulped a few mouthfuls of wine, and under the stimulation of the alcohol, some warmth was born from his abdomen, making his body not so cold.

Almost there, soon he would be back in the king’s tent! He shook the reins, and the warhorse under his crotch accelerated its speed.

Ah, later on, he would be able to enjoy roasted meat that was roasted until it was bubbling with oil, and milk wine that was so warm that it could melt his heart away, thinking about this, Callum’s mouth could not help but produce fluid.

He turned around and shouted towards his team, “Warriors, all pick up the pace! Warm tents are waiting for us.”

“Whoo-! Whoo-!”

His men raised their arms in response to their leader.

“Move!” The warrior in charge of guarding the captives viciously cracked his whip on the soon-to-be slaves.

This group of orcs, apart from the warriors on horses, there was also a large group of captives walking on foot with their arms tied with ropes, who were also orcs.

Compared to those warriors, these captives were thinly clothed, and some of them still had injuries on their bodies, miserable to the extreme. But there was no look of unwillingness or resentment on their faces, they just silently obeyed the orders of the people who were in charge of them, desperately moving their legs to keep up with the speed of the warhorses. The orcs on the grasslands worshiped the strong, this was a tradition that had been passed down for thousands of years. They would spontaneously offer their loyalty to those who could conquer them by force, but when the conqueror showed signs of weakness, they would not hesitate to show their weapons and pounce on the former conqueror – just like the change of the wolf king in a wolf pack.

Calum is a young general of the Zarg clan, he is tall and powerful, growing up in the harsh environment of the steppe he has developed amazing fighting skills, but also a sharp mind, good at learning, with these strengths, Calum has gained the trust of the great chief of the Zarg clan, Abar, starting from serving as the great chief’s guards, Calum step by step to gain his trust and follow the great chief to learn the skills of leading soldiers and fighting. Sheikh and learned the art of leading soldiers into battle. Just after Grand Chief Abar announced that he would restore the glory of the Zarg clan and establish a new generation of royal tents, he was also finally appointed as a centurion.

In order to establish the authority of the king’s tent, Chief Abar has conquered the neighboring orc tribes one after another, and it is inevitable that he has to exert force on those disobedient tribes. In the process of fighting all around, Calum has become a shining star under the king’s tent, and he has made a great achievement for Chief Abar. The Great Sheikh is fair, Calum was promoted step by step to a thousand captain, and not long ago was promoted to ten thousand captain, which means that Calum has become a big man in the king’s tent to be able to take charge of the situation, the Abal Great Sheikh’s command, including Calum only five ten thousand captains.

This time, Calum returned to the royal tent after conquering a tribe and leading his team.

After continuing to travel for another half a day, they finally saw the citadel of the royal tent. This generation of Zarg big chief Abar, after stabilizing his position, in contrast to the traditional nomadic customs of the grassland orcs, ordered the construction of the orcs’ own city, at first it was just a small castle with a very rugged architectural style, and then with it as the center, more and more buildings were constructed, and with the joining of the newly conquered tribes, the population became more and more numerous and wider and wider, and eventually formed the scale of a town. Of course, the ecology of the grassland could not support the existence of large cities, and the production of the beast people at this stage could only rely on nomadic herding, so the population of this city of the great chief Abar fluctuated between 40,000 and 50,000 people, which inhabited the great chief’s immediate army and the conquered tribes of the chief of the people, their own shaman priests who were revered by the entire grassland.

In the vicinity of the town, there are large and small orc tribes, still maintaining the traditional nomadic lifestyle of the grassland orcs.

After approaching the town, Calum disbanded his army, and the orc warriors returned to their tribes with their trophies and slaves. Although according to the tradition, this time should be held a triumphal ceremony, but this time Calum’s expedition unusual choice of winter, no one wants to participate in the triumphal ceremony under the biting wind, not to mention that in this cold and harsh winter, their wives and children at home desperately need their own trophies.

Less than 100 orc warriors remained with Callum, his personal guard, the men he had followed since his days as a centurion.

Callum and they escorted most of the remaining prisoners into the town, a gift for the Great Chief Abar.

The orcish town was not well planned, and the layout of the buildings within was not uncluttered to human eyes, but directly across from the entrance was a wide, neatly organized avenue that led to the Grand Chief Abar’s tent – yes, the Grand Chief Abar still lived in tents for the most part, to show that he was a man who respected tradition. Though his tent was pitched in the town.

Callum and his men went straight to the front of the tent, where he was welcomed by the guards who were on guard outside and conveyed the orders of the Great Sheikh to go straight in and face the Great Sheikh after relieving the captives to the guards. After a few brief words to his men, Callum entered the tent.

“Oh! our fledglings have at last returned to their nest.”

Upon entering the tent, a loud and familiar voice greeted him.

Inside the big chief’s tent there was a roaring fire, so warm that it made one’s body soft, a whole head of cleanly skinned and fattened cow was being cooked on the stand above it, and the servant in charge of the cooking was turning the rocker, and there was a constant dripping of grease in the flames that made a zippy sound.

Callum twitched his nose, it just smelled so good.

Inside the tent was covered with a fine carpet that originated from the human kingdom, a circle of orc chieftains were seated on the floor, all of them were big and fit, to be able to enter within this tent, they were all the heart of the great chieftain.

Sitting on top of the main seat facing the doorway is a taller orc than the other orc chiefs, it is the person that Calum is loyal to, the supreme ruler in the eyes of a group of orcs, the unquestionable king of this grassland – Zarg clan’s Abar big chief.

(End of chapter)