When Senna awoke from his coma, he was stunned by what he saw.

At this moment, he was in a circular valley, tied to a wooden stake stuck in the ground. More than a dozen meters away from him, a huge iron pot was set on a simple stove made of several stones, the bottom of the pot was blazing, the boiling water was boiling in the pot, and two ogres were constantly stuffing bundles of firewood into the burning stove. More ogres were in and out of the terraced caverns carved into the walls of the Ring Valley, busily moving large oak barrels from the caves to the middle of the Ring Valley.

Senna turned his head, and suddenly saw that the blade was the same as him, tied to a stake not far from him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Broken Claw, what's going on?" Senna couldn't help but open his mouth to ask his former mortal enemy, although he had a vague guess in his mind.

"You and I are unlucky, there is a tribe of ogres living near the canyon where we fought, and as soon as the two of us decided the winner, we were met by a team of hunting ogres. Seeing Senna wake up, Blade sighed, his frustration palpable.

"Sure enough!" Senna's face twitched. Truth be told, if he had a choice, he would rather die at the hands of a blade than fall into the hands of a group of ogres and be cooked and eaten as food.

Senna fell silent, looking around at the ogre tribe, his eyes flickering.

"You don't have to count, when you were unconscious, I had already counted the ogres in the entire ring valley, there were about fifty or so of them, and there were about twenty of them adult ogre warriors. That's a medium-sized tribe for an ogre. Blade suddenly lowered his voice and said.

Senna's eyes froze suddenly, and he suddenly looked at the blade.

"In addition, there is only one entrance and exit in the entire circular valley, and there is a sentry there, and there are two ogre warriors standing guard, and there is only one way to storm out. ”

"Adult ogre warriors have at least the strength of a level 5 warrior. The leader of this ogre tribe is equivalent to a seventh-level high-level warrior. You also know that ogres are big and strong, and their true combat power is actually a lot higher than that of their peers of other races. Luckily, there are no ogres in this tribe, otherwise no one would have seen that you have magical powers. These limbed, simple-minded guys think you're a pure warrior like me, and don't know you're actually a druid, half-magician....... ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Senna raised an eyebrow and interrupted the blade in a suppressed voice.

A playful smile appeared on Blade's face, and he said, "You don't have to pretend, the only thing that can really restrain a priest is a magical torture instrument such as a forbidden chain or a forbidden shackle. Are you kidding you with those ordinary vines that bind you?

"Hmph, Blade, you're still a high-ranking warrior, so can these vines bind you?" Senna retorted.

"I was broken five ribs by the ogre leader with a boulder, and my guts were wounded, and now I can't break free!" said Blade honestly.

"You, on the other hand, were mainly injured and bleeding profusely in the battle with me, but you did not break your bones. For those mages who are physically weak, losing too much blood is indeed a fatal wound. But you're a druid, far stronger than the average magician, and this loss of blood can only make you faint, but not kill you. As long as you come to your senses, rest for a while, and when your magic power is restored, use magic to untie the vines bound on your body, it is not a trivial matter!"

"Even if we can lift these vines, it's not like I can't escape in my current state!" Senna said slowly, staring at the blade. In fact, he already knew what the blade wanted to say next, and he also had this plan in his heart, so he was waiting for the other party to bring it up first.

"Let's work together! You use magic to heal me and help me fight! As long as the two of us are willing to join forces, there is still a good chance of escaping!"

"Working with you, the two of us fought to the death not long ago, why should I believe that you won't pull me back and me halfway?" Senna waited for the words of the blade, but he didn't let go.

"At this point, you and I can only trust each other! If we continue to be consumed by suspicion like this, the two of us will really be boiled into broth by those disgusting fellows. Sharp Blade looked at the increasingly boiling cauldron not far away, and couldn't help but be a little anxious, he took the initiative to swear and swear: "I swear in the name of the god of war Tampas, this cooperation with you will not have bad intentions!"

After Senna was silent for a moment, he also said word by word: "I swear in the name of the moon god Eluni, and this cooperation with you is absolutely wholeheartedly!"

After the two swore an oath, they looked at each other and laughed silently at the same time.

The first collaboration between two continental legends took place in this way in a tribe of ogres.

"Senna, do you know why these ogres are bringing out so much wine, and it looks like they're going to have a feast?" Blade asked curiously, looking at the growing oak barrels in the middle of the valley.

"Today is the beginning of the Midsummer Wine Festival!" replied Senna, glancing at the mountain-high oak barrels in the field.

When Senna heard this, it suddenly dawned on him.

It turns out that due to the large number of intelligent races on the mainland, there are many festivals, and the wine festival that takes place in the midsummer season is one of them. The Wine Festival can be regarded as a pan-continental festival, and all the intelligent races on the continent will drink more or less on this day to celebrate. Although, for most of the intelligent races, the Wine Festival is just a day to drink more. But for some of the most alcoholic, intelligent races, such as the dwarves and ogres, the Wine Festival is the most important festival of the year, and even the festival has been extended by them to last for several days.

The whisper between Blade and Senna caught the attention of Mogrosh, the leader of the ogres, who was patrolling the valley to prepare for the celebration of the Wine Festival. As soon as the two reached a cooperation agreement, Mogrosh walked up to the two of them, opened his wide mouth, and said in a muffled voice: "Two boys, what are you muttering? Do you want to escape! Haha, under my Mogrosh's nose, can you escape?"

Blade sneered, no squeak. Senna, on the other hand, looked indifferent, and his hands, which were tied to the stakes behind him, began to relax his fingers lightly, and he pinched the magic hand.

"Chief, the condiments are ready!, do you want to slaughter them now?" a chubby ogre asked a chubby ogre running out of a cave with two large baskets. The basket in his hand was full of mushrooms, turnips, potatoes, onions and other side dishes suitable for stewed soup.

"Hmm!" Mogrosh nodded, and finally did not forget to tell the fat ogre: "Babakov, you are the number one chef of our Stone Mallet Tribe, our Stone Mallet Tribe is not that kind of big tribe, it is not easy to catch two strong people of other races, don't waste this rare ingredient this time, if the broth you make is not delicious, see if I don't beat you!"

"Don't worry, Chief Mogrosh, I'm sure I'll make a big pot of broth to-day!I'll take my knife!" Babakov slapped his chest with a loud bang as he placed the two large baskets on the edge of the iron pot. With that, he ran back to the cave.

Suddenly, there was a commotion from the ogre sentry at the entrance to the valley ring. A bloated figure, dressed in a black cloak and wearing a black mask, appeared at the entrance to the circular valley. When Mogrosh saw the man in black who did not want to show his true face, his face suddenly became surprised, and he no longer bothered about the whispers between Blade and Senna, but trotted all the way up to meet him.

Seeing Mogrosh running away, Blade and Senna exchanged glances, and both saw a hint of solemnity in the other's eyes.

Senna whispered softly, "Who is that man in black? His strength seems unfathomable!"

Blade also frowned, and said, "Looking at Mogrosh's appearance, I should know the man in black, and I don't see the depth of his strength." We'll wait and see what happens. ”

Senna nodded, and stopped pinching his hand.

"Lord Orn, you're finally here!" Mogrosh said with a flattering look on his face in front of the man in black.

The man in black said lightly: "Mogrosh, after I received your news, I immediately rushed here, I hope you don't let me down." Where's the stuff?"

"I've kept it safe, I'll show you it right now!" said Mogrosh, leading the way as he led Orn to one of the largest caverns in the Ring Valley. That cave was his dwelling.

As Orn stepped into the circular valley and passed the stake where the blade and Senna were bound, his gaze paused slightly, and then he saw the cauldron that had risen in the valley, and he stopped and turned his gaze to Mogrosh.

Although he couldn't see Orn's expression, Mogrosh knew what Orn was thinking, and he snorted and said, "Lord Orn, this werewolf and black elf were captured by me during my hunt today, and you also know that we ogres have such a hobby! However, since the adults are here, and the adults don't like to eat people like us, I won't eat them tonight, and I'll eat them after you leave! Babakov, you came just in time, you take a few people to bring out the beasts and monsters that we fought today, and let the adults try them, and these two boys will not eat for the time being.

When Babakov ran out of the cave again with a broken knife with a blood-stained and rusty blade, he heard Mogrosh's command. He let out an 'ah' and then nodded, "Okay!" and stretched out his hand to beckon the two ogres, and one ran towards the cave where the tribe stored its prey.

Seeing that Mogrosh arranged this, Orn was quite satisfied, and he no longer stopped, but when he left, his eyes stayed on the blade for a few more moments.