Chapter 169 The Taurus Warrior

After a whole month of trekking, Qin Jian and others finally arrived at the edge of Siberia.

Looking further forward, there is no sight of any prosperity. There is only loess everywhere. In the sight, sparse vegetation is spread out scattered, embellishing the land in front of you into a desolate pattern.

In fact, if it weren't for the delay in a lot of time on the road, Qin Jian and others could have doubled the process.

However, since Qin Jian is the inheritance of the God of War, he must have many social engagements when passing by the empire's provinces. Qin Jian, the nobles, did not want to offend too much, so his pace slowed down.

The news that the Paladin of War went to Siberia to serve as lords has long been spread, and the route of Qin Jian and others has long been decided.

Arthur used public service and used Qin sword as a gun envoy, forcing him to act as a charlatan wherever he went and promoted the glory of the God of War and absorbed the disciples for the Shamanism.

Now that we have arrived in Siberia, the guard of honor sent by the Three Thousand Empires will also return to Maxwell. His Majesty the King will report on this journey. The rest can be said to be completely Qin Jian’s own business and has nothing to do with the empire.

However, when the guard of honor was about to leave, Qin Jian still knocked them hard.

All the supplies and supplies transported by the army were detained by Qin Jian.

Three thousand people were dragging the complex and complicated ceremonial guards, but they didn't even have a mouthful of dry food left behind, so they were driven back by Qin Jian.

Because of this, the Three Thousand Honor Guard almost rioted. In the end, the old turtle of Marri was respectful and comforted the orcs as a divine song shaman.

"According to my opinion, even strip them of their clothes!" Qin Jian said coldly. He was taking revenge on Arthur's practice of letting him preach the doctrine of the God of War.

"Forget it, Master. The honor guard has not offended you, there is no need to be so stiff again." Ayi Lian persuaded.

"Your territory is ahead, sir, do you think?" The old turtle of Marri pointed at the barren land with a big turtle shell.

I feel so far! Qin Jian looked around and saw that a living person could not even see a room, and there was no trace of anyone walking. On the wasteland, sand and stones were flying. A strong wind blew, and sand filled everyone's eyes. Marri shrank into his turtle shell, and made a cold war, allowing the sand to hit his turtle shell, making a crackling sound.

More than a thousand fire elves and six hundred centaur warriors were all looking ahead, motionless. Then they turned collectively to look at the Lord War Paladin whom they followed. The scene was extremely funny for a moment.

Qin Jian spitted and cursed hatefully: "Where is his low iron furnace castle?"

Ayi Lian glared at him with a grudge and took out a map of the animal skin from her arms.

"Hey, you have this good thing!" Qin Jian's eyes shone with light, and he took the map from Ayi Lian's hand. After looking for a while, he couldn't see anything.

The map has been drawn for quite some time, and the skin is full of yellow.

Ayi Lian said embarrassedly: "It was Nana who gave it to me. This is something left by their mercenary union. Don't look at me, I can't understand it."

Marri chuckled twice, picked up a few lumps of soil from the ground, spread the map flat on the ground, and looked at it for a long time before speaking, "Sir, we are here now."

Following the direction of Marri's finger, Qin Jian and others finally confirmed their position.

It was a small dot southwest of the empire, adjacent to the Imperial Antala Province, which Qin Jian and others passed a day ago.

"What does this yellow mean?" Qin Jian's big hand drew a big circle, and there was a large sign on the map that was different from other places.

"These yellow areas are all your territory: the Siberian wasteland." Marri said with a smile: "Congratulations, sir, your territory is definitely the largest part of the empire."

Qin Jian glared at him and said that it wasn't the largest part. About one-fifth of the territory of the entire Orc Empire was in the Siberian wasteland.

"Is this Iron Fortress?" Qin Jian asked, pointing to a bunker-shaped thing on the map.

"Yes, according to the quantitative ratio in geology, Iron Fort is located about five days southeast of ours."

From the map, the Iron Fort is located in the east of Siberia. After all, it is a place where passers-by vendors and merchant groups can be replenished, and it is impossible to be too close to the west.

"Okay, old man, you know a lot." Qin Jian couldn't help but look at Marri with admiration. This guy was not only a divine shaman, but also the most famous alchemist in the empire. Now he can even interpret this old antique map.

"After living for a long time, I naturally have to find more things to do." Marri smiled modestly. The Turtle Clan is a long-lived clan, and every old turtle man is a knowledgeable wise man. Marri has lived to be five hundred years old, so it is not unusual to know more.

"Is this place a Red Flame Canyon?" Qin Jian asked, pointing to a red mark in the west of Siberia.

"Yes, that's where the Fire Elf Clan gathers." Marri looked in the direction of more than a thousand elves intentionally or unintentionally.

Many fire elves opened their necks and went back and forth toward this side, but the huge bodies of several giants blocked their sight, preventing them from seeing the charm of their hometown on the map.

From the map, Iron Fortress and Chiyan Canyon are located at the east and west ends of Siberia, and are thousands of miles apart during this period. Qin Jian was considering taking down these heavyweight places at the two ends first, and then surrounding the center from both sides, slowly expanding the entire Siberia.

Of course, this is a long-term plan. The short-term plan is to occupy the Iron Fort first.

Just as Qin Jian put away the map and was about to lead people to the Iron Fortress, the world was rolling in the world not far away, accompanied by the sound of stomping on the ground with obvious rhythms.

The assassin in charge of the alert reported the situation he found: "About 300 taurens rushed towards this side."

Three hundred people can create such a powerful momentum, and it is indeed one of the powerful races of the empire.

After a while, the taurens rushed to Qin Jian and others, wearing standard suits, each with a totem pole three meters long and one person's waist thick, with countless complex patterns engraved on it. The leading strong tauren even held a long giant axe.

All the taurens were without exception, and their muscles were filled with explosive power.

When Qin Jian was in the royal city, he had seen orcs of all races, and the Taurus was no exception. These races with rough appearance but full of combat power had a wild smell.

The Centaur tribe divided more than 300 people to block the elves and confronted the Tauren. Both of them were not inferior to each other in terms of momentum. They were both rebellious and outstanding in combat power.

"Who is the respected Paladin of War?" The tauren holding a long axe shouted loudly to Qin Jian and his group.

"I am!" Qin Jian raised his big hand and walked out of the crowd.

Immediately, more than 300 taurens' eyes were gathered on Qin Jian. Although he was respectful, he was indeed more confused and puzzled.

"Carl, the commander of the Imperial First Legion in the Siberian Wastelands, meet the Lord." The leading tauren shouted loudly.

"May the God of War be with you, my child." Qin Jian helped the rough tauren up, and Marri smiled behind her back: "Is it Carl?"

"Marsley?" Carl stared at the old turtle with his bull's eyes widened and looked at the old turtle in disbelief. "Why are you here?"

Too many things that happened in the royal city were diluted by the empire, and the fact that the six god song shamans including Marri followed Qin Jian has not been clearly revealed.

"You know each other?" Qin Jian asked strangely.

"Haha, of course I know you. When I was born, I was blessed by Lord Marri himself!" Carl smiled happily and looked at Marri respectfully.

It's much easier to know.

"Where is your father?" Marri asked with a smile.

"He has returned to the embrace of the God of War. Now I will lead the First Legion of the Taurus." Carl's face was not sad at all. For the orcs, returning to the embrace of the God of War is also a part of life, and there is nothing to be sad. At this point, humans are much worse than that.

"That's it..." Marri nodded.

"By the way, Lord Marri, how did you come here?"

"Well... it's like that. The empire is preparing to build a city in Siberia and wants to build a temple of the shamanic religion, so Lord Marri and his colleagues came here to make preliminary preparations." Qin Jian prevented the old turtle from being too embarrassed, so he lie first.

Marri revealed the facts indifferently, "My five other colleagues and I have sworn to follow Lord War Paladin."

More than three hundred taurens fell all over the floor.

In the divine religion, in addition to Pope Derek's crown, the most respected shaman of the divine song is this Marri, who now also follows the Paladin of War?

The people of the Niutou looked at Qin Jian without any doubt, full of shock and admiration.

Carl first came back to God, patted the dust on his body and said, "The idea of ​​the empire is a good thing, but... it is very difficult."

"What's the difficulty?" Qin Jian was also lured into a good idea by his own inspiration. Once he gained a foothold in Siberia, although the empire said in name that it would not interfere in anything about it, the parliament would definitely build temples on its territory and worship the god of war.

At that time, I will control the believers and control the people in my territory in disguise.

Instead of waiting for them to build a temple, it is better to start first. Anyway, there are six ready-made shamans around you. A reasonable ruler must have a perfect religion to assist in the rule.

"Sir, look at the environment here!" Without Carl's words, Qin Jian also saw it.

Almost uninhabited by a hundred miles.

"And the Siberian wasteland is full of ogres and trolls. These huge and timid races cannot kill and die. Although the wasteland is nominally the territory of the empire, no lord has moved here for nearly a thousand years." Carl looked at Qin Jian with sympathy, which means you are the first one.

"The sparse vegetation makes it difficult to feed a large population without vegetation. Moreover, without vegetation, the strong winds and sand here are natural disasters. Even the best army in the empire, it is difficult to do anything here. So it is difficult for adults to build a city or even a temple."

Carl didn't know that Qin Jian's other identity was the moon god's envoy. Although the problem of vegetation was a difficult problem for others, it was not a problem for Qin Jian at all.

The desolate Qianye Stone Forest was still greened.

It is not that the Orc Empire does not want this land that occupies one-fifth of the territory, but even if the Iron Fortress is removed and the Fire Elves tribe is driven away, what are the benefits for the Empire? They cannot settle here and cannot develop their power. Therefore, for a thousand years or even longer, this great wasteland has become a free land and no one manages it. The Empire just sent a Taurus troops to defend here, guarding the dynamics of the human country opposite, while telling people on the continent: Siberia is the territory of the Orc Empire!

But now, Qin Jian is here.

This is destined to be a place for him!

This great wasteland, which occupies one-fifth of the territory of the entire orc empire, will inevitably become a place of prosperity.

"Sir, before you come, we have received the imperial decree, asking us to cooperate with all your actions. Please give me any instructions now, please give me as long as you want." Carl said loudly, interrupting Qin Jian's thoughts.

Is there such a good thing? Isn’t Arthur’s order the empire’s legion handed over to him? Qin Jian was almost laughing to death.

"How many people are there in your legion?" Qin Jian looked up at the taurens, and suddenly felt satisfied. Those who could take on important responsibilities in such a harsh environment were naturally not ordinary soldiers.

"It's the First Legion in Siberia." Carl touched the long axe in his hand. "Everyone is here, and more than a dozen people from the kitchen team stayed at the outpost and did not follow him."

"All personnel?" Qin Jian was stunned.

"Yes, sir." Carl looked at Qin Jian strangely. The empire has always been like this. He has released more than 300 taurens in the Siberian wasteland. He can't do anything even if there are too many people. He also wastes manpower and material resources. Why don't this war paladin know?

"You are the First Legion, are there any other second legion, third legion, etc." Qin Jian asked with the last trace of fantasy.

Carl shook his huge bull's head: "Only the First Legion!"

Damn! If there are no other legions, why call it number one? No wonder Arthur is so generous. It turns out that there are only more than 300 people...

"Okay, I understand." Qin Jian rubbed his head, feeling annoyed.
To be continued...