Moon Wind sat in front of the bed in a daze, her pale blue skin was full of scars, and with the blessing of healing prayers, the wounds had healed and scabbed, bulging like earthworms, and there was faint itching and pain.

But the physical pain, he didn't care at all, compared to the dead tribes, what were these pains?

There were at least a hundred members of the Moonblade Clan, all of whom were his relatives, and all of them had fallen in pools of blood overnight, with fires burning villages and steaming blood everywhere.

Moonwind closed her eyes, her rocky face twisted in pain, and slowly shed a tear from the corner of her eye.

A tear of an orc who claims to never weep.

Bai Xuan stood at the door and did not go in immediately, but quietly watched this scene.

The orcs were young, with thick black hair combed into a whip at the back of their heads, and a tall figure rarely seen among orcs, with muscles that looked like they had been carved out of a knife.

According to Bai Xuan's assessment, the body fat is extremely low, and every muscle has been trained to the extreme, and it can burst out with unparalleled strength, which is the basis for becoming a sword saint.

The Orc Sword Master is not a professional level, just a title, and the orcs who can have this title are all geniuses without exception, and must be able to cast a sword storm and be one of the strongest warriors among all the races in the continent.

Orcs are different from elves, elves believe in the power of nature, their secret skills are similar to human vindictiveness, orcs believe in the god of war, they rely on the innate body of a naturally strong beast, stimulate animal instincts to improve combat effectiveness, and at the same time undergo brutal training from birth, and with the help of shamans and witch doctors, use herbs and secret medicine to develop physical potential, and finally have a powerful, terrifying force.

The orc turned his back and wiped away his tears, then turned and stood, first bowing slightly as a human, then kneeling on one knee and bowing his head.

"Actually, I don't like these messy etiquette. Bai Xuan said, "Your injuries haven't healed yet, so you don't need to be polite." ”

"Thank you for saving your life, Moonbreeze will never forget. The orc's deep voice rang out.

"Those gray-robed people ......" Bai Xuan didn't ask, because he saw the orcs clenching their fists and their bodies trembling slightly.

"You can take care of your injuries, and when your injuries are healed, you can go wherever you want. ”

The orc did not answer.

Bai Xuan looked at him, "If you want, you can stay, Kareth probably told you who I am." ”

The orcs remained silent.

"Then let's do it first, you just wake up, and if you need anything, you can find Carres. ”

Bai Xuan exited the room and walked back, Kareth following him.

"Your Highness wants to keep him?"

"Well, Juggernaut, this is rare, I need someone like that. ”

"Such orcs generally do not stay in human territory. ”

"Well, I know, I won't stop him if he wants to go, he's free. Bai Xuan looked into the distance, "I just gave him a choice, and I feel that he may have nowhere to go." ”

Karles was slightly stunned.

"We'll talk about this in two days when he's better. Bai Xuan changed the direction of his progress, "Let's go see Master Thomas first, there was such a big movement just now, I was afraid that he would be blown up......"

For the next few days, the castle was busy, with more and more craftsmen, construction speeding up, and people in a hurry everywhere, stopping every now and then to listen to a loud noise in the distance, and then continuing to be busy.

The blacksmith shop has begun to take shape, but the magic control device is still far away, Filip has not even seen Master Thomas, and the sloppy uncle is indulging in the gunpowder puzzle provided to him by His Royal Highness.

"Tomorrow, Your Highness, tomorrow will be fine. Bai Xuan went to see it twice, and each time he was sent back by such an answer, so he could only listen to it from a distance like everyone else.

Bai Xuan decided that he must find a time to teach the master to sing "Tomorrow's Tomorrow's Tomorrow" in the future, and then let him sing it to all the people in the castle.

Winter Thunder is now both the treasurer of Ember City, the actual head of administration, and the chief steward of the entire castle, and he is very busy.

Although His Majesty's decree has not yet been issued, Ember City is already quietly changing, and most people may not feel it yet, and by the time they do, this change should have been completed long ago.

His Majesty the King originally sent His Royal Highness Bai Xuan to Ember City with a bit of unclear intentions, but it is certain that there will definitely be a follow-up move, and there are only three possible answers to Bai Xuan's request: canonize him as the lord of Ember City, not canonize but upgrade the administrative rank of Ember City, and be managed by Bai Xuan, or do nothing and keep the status quo.

The last possibility is not very likely, it is obviously pointless to put Bai Xuan here and do nothing.

Winter Thunder was more inclined to believe in the first possibility, which was what His Highness Bai Xuan had hoped for, to become the lord of Ember City.

After riding out of the Demon Leaf Market, he did not set foot on the road back to the castle, but turned to another street, and after a few minutes stopped in front of a pub and looked around without leaving a trace, before he slowly pushed the door and entered, avoiding the noisy drinking crowd, and ascended to the second floor.

He walked to the door of a room that said No Entry, knocked lightly in a rhythmic way, and after a few moments, the door was opened, and he walked in.

"Father, who are you?" Donglei looked at the man wearing a cloak and hood on the other side, "such a mysterious ......"

"In extraordinary times, everything needs to be taken care of. Kington Hofer snorted coldly, and the helmsman of the Hofer family looked dissatisfied, "What do you think I came all the way from the royal capital to this barren land?"

The Hofer family is one of the largest chalk business families, with a history dating back hundreds of years, and can be said to be a rare business-oriented, and can still stand as a large family, operating in a wide range of industries, such as minerals, weapons, grain, jewelry, wine, and so on.

Relying on a strong economic foundation and strong support for each king, the Hofer family gained a relatively stable position and was made a marquis, which is hereditary to this day.

For this family, the most important thing is not to stand on the wrong side of the political situation, otherwise once the object of their support does not inherit the throne in the end, then as the opposite of the new king, it will be difficult for them to make a difference, and it is possible to collapse or even find an excuse to exterminate the clan.

And now the situation in the chalk is too delicate, and it has reached a very critical moment, and on the surface the Hofer family is still relatively neutral, although they are secretly in contact with all parties, but they have not resolutely taken a superficial position.

There is no other reason for this, it is simply because the current situation is too chaotic to make accurate judgments.

"Father, could it be that there is something wrong with the royal capital?"

Winter Thunder's eyes widened, and a sense of foreboding rose.

"Quint is going to do it?"