Chapter 662 Northern Town

The landforms in the north and south of Mordor are very different. There are exposed rocks and barren wasteland everywhere, with some patchy grass here and there, but it cannot be used as cultivated land because there are many gravels buried in the soil. Except for the orcs, there are only small herbivores such as rabbits and goats. There are no birds, wolves, or even foxes.

All creatures that can compete with the orcs for food are eaten by the orcs. This is the status and means of the orcs in nature. The closer to Mount Doom and the Tower of Darkness, the more the power of nature is suppressed, and the stronger Sauron's magic becomes. Anyway, there is no need to grow crops here like in the south, so the sky is darker and the dark clouds are denser. The orcs on the ground are more "comfortable" and their number increases accordingly.

Zhao Mai passed some settlements on the road, and their sizes were getting larger and larger, and they had more permanent buildings. Before Sauron's dark power affected this place, humans once opened up the wilderness here and established villages and towns. Later, orcs came here and started small-scale confrontations with humans, so city walls, fortresses and some castles were also built.

When Sauron came here, both fortresses and castles lost their meaning and were conquered one by one. Relying on the rolling mountains, Sauron caught turtles in the urn, and most of these humans became slaves of Mordor.

"Mighty orc, come and see the rabbit skewers here, it tastes delicious!" A ragged human with a shaved head was guarding the barbecue stall and was selling his stuff. “It’s crunchy and crunchy when you bite it, and the delicious juices flow freely!”

Zhao Mai looked curiously and wondered what kind of rabbit meat it was. It looked like it was cut from some kind of mouse. He wasn't hungry in the first place, and Zhao Mai wasn't interested in anything he couldn't eat without food reserves. This small market is full of such "fake and shoddy" products, but the orcs seem to be aware of this situation, but they don't take it seriously.

A coin cast from iron and stamped with thumbprints while still hot is the currency here. This kind of thumb coin has the War Chief's logo on one side, and it's easy to tell if it's an orc's fingerprint on the other side. Such anti-counterfeiting measures are sufficient in the closed Mordor, and the thickness of the thumb skin and the management of the mint also ensure that the coins will not be issued indiscriminately, so the currency value is still very strong. One thumb coin can be exchanged for five meat skewers, or two real rabbit skewers.

Seeing Zhao Mai coming, a half-orc quickly showed off his goods: "Let's take a look at my rope. It's not much different from the demon spider's silk web!"

"Is this human hair?" Zhao Mai was sure after taking a quick look. No wonder most of the humans here have short hair, including women. It turns out that their long hair is also a resource.

"It has been treated as fireproof, you can use it with confidence!" The orc smiled flatteringly.

Zhao Mai shook his head and left quickly from the stall. He saw various stalls, mostly made by slaves, and powerful orcs who were only responsible for killing and fighting. No, in the core area of ​​the market, a captain is recruiting his subordinates, only the strongest and most capable ones.

His six centurions lined up in a row, their burly and powerful figures showing great strength. They were also testers to see whether the registered orcs had the strength. An orc who was trying to get through was caught out by them, slapped several times, kicked on the butt, and sent off with a burst of harsh ridicule.

Zhao Mai's flag is much higher than everyone else. It is particularly conspicuous in this market and will naturally be seen by the thousands and centurions. "Damn it, where is this flag? Which captain is it?"

The name Blackfoot is only known in Zhao Mai's own settlement, and is not known at all in other places. What's more, this flag was made not long ago. Even in the Three Towers Fortress, there are still many orcs who don't know it, let alone in the north of Mordor. "Ask him if he wants to fuck me!"

The centurions looked at each other. Judging from Zhao Mai's solid muscles and confident eyes, he is definitely not a kind person. What's more, there is a strange and ferocious big dog beside him, which will definitely be difficult to deal with. Among the orcs, most of the ones who are good at raising animals are goblins and goblin hybrids. They are smaller and more suitable for being riders, and they also need mounts to increase their abilities. Orcs prefer to improve their own bodies and combat skills, so how can they have extra energy to cultivate combat partners?

A centurion can't have more than ten centurions under his command, and "Az Dark Cloud" is already full, and adding another one is equivalent to eliminating one. Whoever comes up to talk about recruitment is most likely to bear the brunt of fighting and face opponents in their heyday. Aziz Wuyun likes to be clever, and most of his men are the same, so although the order was given, no one moved even a step for a long time.

"Asshole! Iron caltrops, go ahead!" Aziz stamped his foot and directly named his subordinates.

This scene all fell in Zhao Mai's eyes. He has the heart to be a captain, but he doesn't want to accept a group of subordinates who are half-hearted and bullying. Especially bullying the weak and fearing the strong is more useless than being half-hearted.

The centurion named Iron Tribulus pushed aside the orcs who were surrounding him and came to Zhao Mai. His eyes were always aimed at Zhao Mai's feet, as if he wanted to step on them. Maybe it was because of his habit of attacking the opponent's feet that he got the nickname Caltrop? Zhao Mai looked at him and punched him in the nose before he could say anything.

"Get out of the way, idiot!"

Caltrops fell straight down without any reaction, and he didn't even know what happened. Zhao Mai kicked him to the side of the road with a flick of his foot, cleared his direction, and then continued to move forward.

"Too arrogant!" Iron Caltrops has fallen, which means that even if the recruitment is successful, this new guy will not affect his status. If he doesn't show his loyalty at this time, when will he? Besides, Caltrops still has two good friends.

"It was a waste of movement just now, it's not very reasonable." Zhao Mai thought for a while, looked at the direction where the orcs were charging, slapped his whip legs twice, and kicked the two orcs away, one on the left and the other on the right. Bian was unconscious. "Well, this way you don't have to make one more move to clear the road."

Reserve snorted, sniffed, ran to the unconscious orcs, raised his paws and cut off their wallets with a powerful swipe. It held the trophy in its mouth and ran two steps quickly to keep up with Zhao Mai. The thumb coins in the wallet rattled.

Az Wuyun fell silent. He immediately understood the situation. If he provoked the orc who planted the flag, he might be beaten down, and his title as captain would be lost. Where did the orcs come from to be so strong? This is unreasonable!

Zhao Mai glanced at Az.

Time seemed to have stood still, especially for Az. His fingers were trembling, his mind was spinning rapidly, thoughts were coming to him without any theme, and he was completely lost in chaos. Fortunately, Zhao Mai did not continue to step on the stone platform set up by Aziz to recruit troops, but instead walked around and continued north.

Several orcs who were originally going to apply for the army thought about it and followed him northward.

Aziz's heart finally dropped.