Mordor's northern and southern landform styles are very different. There are bare rocks and barren wastelands everywhere, sometimes with mottled grasslands, but they cannot be used as arable land because of the many gravel buried in the soil. Apart from orcs, there are only small herbivores such as rabbits and goats, no birds, no wolves, and even no foxes.

Any creature that can snatch food from orcs is eaten by orcs. This is the status and means of orcs in nature. The closer they are to the Doomsday Volcano and the Dark Tower, the more suppressed the power of nature, the stronger Zoro's magic will be. Anyway, there is no need to plant crops here like in the south, so the sky is darker and the dark clouds are denser, and the orcs on the ground will be more "comfortable" and the number will increase accordingly.

Zhao Mai passed some settlements on the road, and their scales became larger and more permanent buildings. Before Zoro's dark power affected this place, humans had opened up land and built villages and towns here. Later, the orcs came here to start a small-scale confrontation with humans, so the city walls, fortresses and some castles were also established.

When Zoro came here, both the fortress and the castle lost their meaning and were conquered one by one. Relying on the continuous mountains, Zoro caught turtles in the jar, most of these humans became Mordor's slaves.

"A powerful orc, come and see the rabbit skewers here, it tastes so delicious!" A ragged man, shaved head, guards the barbecue stall, is struggling to sell his things. "It's crispy when biting the mouth, and the delicious juice flows!"

Zhao Mai looked curiously and found that it was rabbit meat, which seemed to be cut from some kind of mouse. He was not hungry at all, and Zhao Mai was not interested in anything that was not eaten in reserved food. This small market was full of "counterfeit and shoddy" products, but the orcs seemed to know this situation, but they didn't take it seriously.

One type of coin cast with iron and presses the fingerprint while it is hot is the currency here. On one side of this thumb coin is the logo of the war chief, and on the other side, it is easy to tell whether it is the fingerprint of an orc. Such anti-counterfeiting measures are enough 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. A thumb coin can be exchanged for five meat skewers, or two real rabbit meat skewers.

Seeing Zhao Mai coming, a half-orc hurriedly showed off his goods: "Come and see my rope, it's not much worse than the silk web of a demon spider!"

"Is this human hair?" Zhao Mai glanced at it and confirmed. No wonder most of the humans here have short hair, including women. It turns out that their long hair is also a resource.

"You can use it with confidence!" the orc smiled flatteringly.

Zhao Mai shook his head and quickly left the stall. He saw various stalls, mostly made by slaves, and powerful orcs were only responsible for killing and fighting. At this point, in the core area of ​​the market, a thousand-man commander was recruiting subordinates, as long as the strongest and most combat-capable one.

His six centurions lined up in a row, and their burly and powerful figures showed their strong strength. They were also inspectors to see if the registered orcs were capable. A half-orc who wanted to get away with it was pulled out by them, slapped them in the face, kicked him in the butt, and then sent him out with a harsh ridicule.

Zhao Mai's flag is much higher than everyone else, and it is particularly conspicuous in this market, so it will naturally be seen by the commander and the centurion. "Damn it, where is the flag this is, and which commander is under the commander?"

The name of Black Foot was only heard in Zhao Mai's own settlement, and no one knew about it elsewhere. What's more, the flag was not long after it was made. Even in the Fortress of the Third Cannon, there were many orcs who didn't know it, let alone in the north of Mordor. "Ask him if he would like to do it with me!"

The centurions looked at each other. Judging from Zhao Mai's solid muscles and confident eyes, that was definitely not a good person. Moreover, there was a fierce and weird big dog around him, which was definitely not easy to deal with. Among the orcs, most of the people who were good at raising were mixed blood of goblins and goblins. They were smaller in size and were more suitable for becoming riders, and they also needed a mount to increase their abilities. Orcs prefer to improve their bodies and combat skills, so how could they have extra energy to cultivate combat partners?

A thousand-man commander cannot have more than ten centurions under his command, and "Az Wuyun" is already full, and another one is equivalent to eliminating one. Whoever goes up to say solicitation will be the most likely to be the first to fight and face opponents in his heyday. Az Wuyun likes to be clever, and most of his subordinates are like this, so although the order is given, no one moves half a step for half a day.

"Bastard! Kaltrop, go!" Az stomped his feet and directly called his subordinates.

All of this scene fell in Zhao Mai's eyes. He had the heart to be a leader, but he didn't want to accept a group of subordinates who were both determined to bully the weak and fear the strong. Especially bullying the weak and fear the strong, it was more useless than being half-hearted to bully the weak and fear the strong.

The centurion named Tie Kaltrop pushed away the orcs surrounding the envoys and came to Zhao Mai. His eyes were always aimed at Zhao Mai's feet, as if he wanted to step on. Perhaps it was precisely because of this kind of tactic used to attacking the opponent's feet that gave him the nickname Tie Kaltrop? Zhao Mai looked at him and without waiting for him to speak nonsense, he directly punched his nose.

"Don't block the way, stupid!"

The caltrop fell straight down, without any reaction, and didn't even know what was going on. Zhao Mai shook his foot and kicked him to the side of the road, clearing his direction of progress, and then continued to move forward.

"So arrogant!" The caltrop has fallen, which means that even if the recruitment is successful, the new guy will not affect his status. When will he not show his loyalty at this time? Besides, the caltropus still has two friends who are better (smelling like)?

"It was a bit of a waste of action just now, not very reasonable." Zhao Mai thought about it, and saw the direction where the orcs rushed over, and kicked the two orcs away, one on the left and the other on the roadside unconscious. "Well, there is no need to have one more action to clean the road."

The reserve grain hummed, sniffed its nose, ran to the unconscious orc, raised its claws and waved it hard, and cut off their wallets. It held the trophy in its mouth, and ran two steps to follow Zhao Mai. The thumb coins in the wallet were clattering.

Az Wuyun stopped talking. He immediately understood the situation. If he provoked this orc who had a flag-planted orc, he might be beaten down and the title of the commander of the thousand men would be lost. Where did the orc come from? It is so strong, it is unreasonable!

Zhao Mai glanced at Az.

Time seemed to be frozen, even more so for Az. His fingers were trembling, his mind was turning rapidly, and his thoughts came one after another without any theme, and he was completely in chaos. Fortunately, Zhao Mai did not continue to step on the stone platform where Az recruited soldiers and horses, but bypassed and continued to head north.

Several orcs who were originally going to apply for the conquest thought for a while and followed him to the north.
Chapter completed!