All along, Old Kuru's explanation to me was that he was looking for a way to relieve the poverty of the orc tribe, and following the human caravan was also learning the means of doing business, but I always felt that there was something far-fetched, and there must be some of the reasons, but not all of them. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 As I flipped through the parchment books on the herbology of old Kuru, I found that the magical herbs introduced in those books were not found in books like the "Encyclopedia of Herbology" on Kig's bookshelf, and the elementary textbook in Kig's magic academy only introduced the functions and properties of various herbs in general terms, not as comprehensive as I saw in the parchment, and the various herbs had different opinions. For a magician like Kigg, who specializes in magical potions, her best knowledge of magical herbs is definitely her knowledge of magical herbs, and most of her collection of books is devoted to herbalism.

But when I read it, I always felt that some of the statements in the book were very different from the parchment book given to me by Old Kuru, so this time I followed Kuz so firmly into the Northern Foothills Wasteland, and I wanted to find a few rudimentary magical herbs to confirm that what was written in that book was correct.

"Kuz is the teacher's own grandson, so it's not too much to travel around the world of Azman!" I tried to defend Kuz.

Kig looked very cute, sat down in the leather saddle next to Caterina and pointed to Kuz and said, "Ask your werewolf brother, how many brothers and sisters he has, and how many grandchildren will your teacher old Kuru have?"

It's something I've never thought about, I've brought some memories of my past life into this life, and I've never thought about what the family in the orc tribe would be like. I turned my gaze to Kuz, who scratched his hair a little embarrassedly, and grinned: "My grandfather has twenty-three sons and eighteen daughters, and my aunts have long since married into other tribes, and I don't know how many children they had, I only know that before I went out to travel, my father's eldest son had thirteen sons and four daughters, and I was my father's seventh son." In fact...... I can't tell how many grandchildren Grandpa has, but I was brought out to raise them separately at a very young age, and there are many siblings that I may not have even met. ”

"So, you were taken out by your teacher to travel the world because you also have ...... Rare bloodline talent?" I looked at Kuz with some surprise.

Kuz proudly wanted me to show off the strong muscles in his arms, and said unabashedly, "Of course! When I was three years old, I was predicted to have a talent for 'survival instincts' by the tribe's soothsayer Elder Kura Norman, and after completing my first hunt in the wasteland at the age of seven, my grandfather took me out of the Gurudin's tribe to travel through the wasteland. Later, I went to the Grimm Empire to join this merchant group inexplicably, and after traveling through most of the Grimm Empire, we crossed the New Siachis Mountains one after another to reach the dwarf country, didn't we just pick you up on the edge of the burned forest, and then you and we crossed the New Siachis Mountain again, and we are about to go to my home. ”

"Why didn't you ever tell me you had a talent for survival instincts?" I asked.

"But Jia you never asked me! Actually, Jia also told you! I can guarantee to take you out of this wasteland safely, not only is this my home, but I also have the gift of allowing me to take you to the safest place in the wasteland when it is most dangerous. There is nothing special about this talent knight I have, it's just that you can feel the breath of the beast in the wild, which is very important for hunters, but it's not very powerful, and the reason why this talent can be included in the five legendary talents is because orcs with 'survival instinct' will become very powerful hunter kings, hunter kings! The Hunter King, who can bring other orcs into the wasteland to organize hunting, Jia, you know that we are short of food now, and if each tribal leader is a hunter king, then even in the most difficult environment, he will lead his tribe to survive. This is where the Hunter King is strongest. Kuz turned his head back and continued to drive the Aguimon forward.

"Turns out you've got a great talent too!"

Kutz was looking up at the starry sky above him, and he was still using his fingers to compare his fingers between the night stars and his eyes, as if looking for a reference. I still don't know how Kutz knows where we are. It is only known that he used the starry sky at night as a reference to determine his approximate position in the wasteland. So I asked curiously again: "Using the star map to position, this is also a survival instinct talent?"

"This is not counted, this is the secret of the star map of the Pai Plateau, in fact, it is not a secret, this is the experience of seeing the stars that our orcs have slowly summed up over the centuries of living on this plateau. If you want to learn, you have to honestly look at the stars on the plateau for three years, and then I can teach you this technique, otherwise you won't understand it when I tell you now. Kutz said as he continued to look at the starry sky overhead.

I never thought that the people in this small team would actually come from extraordinary backgrounds, for example, Qige is a fox girl with Etian royal blood and the blood of the Sky Fox Clan, and the women of the Sky Fox Clan are born magicians, and as long as they reach a certain age, they will automatically awaken. He told me when he brought me back to the caravan. But I didn't think that Azi was also a child who was intensively cultivated in the orc tribe, with a talent for 'survival instinct', which allowed him to feel and predict danger in the wild, and also made him a natural hunter. And I am also a child with the bloodline talent 'Blue Flame' and the magic talent 'Magic Perception', no matter what kind of talent, it is an excellent talent predator for magicians, which reminds me of a cartoon I watched when I was a child, "Ginseng Doll", and now I am the ginseng doll that can be eaten and can live forever! Killing Heart's bloodline talent, these two people are very good bloodline inheritors, if the orcs in the tribe think a little more for the offspring, they will do whatever it takes to plunder them back to their tribe and completely become a tool for reproduction, as long as in the next ten or twenty years, as long as there is an inheritor with such a strong bloodline in his small tribe, then in the next hundred years, he will lead the orcs of the entire small tribe to gradually become stronger.

The attraction of Zig and Caterina to the orcs is very huge, and even an honest child like Kuz has an extremely hot eyes after learning about the bloodline talent of the two women, let alone others. I never thought that Caterina still had a 'Killing Heart', but it was very pitiful to be sealed. Although I can't figure out what the sealing of 'Killing Heart' has to do with my guts and courage, I think it has something to do with it!

The cool night breeze blows on everyone's face, making people more awake, and in this moment before dawn, I think that the road ahead may not be smooth, and I need to overcome all the obstacles all the way, but my heart is calm as if I am standing outside a painting scroll and looking at the scenery in the painting. In the pre-dawn moment, a few of us sat on the backs of the Aguimon, the bumpy wasteland road seemed to never end, but we seemed to be one step closer to our destination.

The magic pattern on the snow-white skin under Caterina's neck slowly became lighter and lighter after Kig withdrew his mana, and finally disappeared on the surface of the skin. Her eyes became dilated, as if she was caught in a deep memory, and she told us some of the past events when she was a child:

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"That little girl with red eyes is a mongrel, and her mother is a mongrel, let's go! let's not play with her, they are all slave girls, and they only deserve to live in a firewood house and eat sweet potatoes, can you stand the smell of sweet potatoes?" said the blonde-haired girl, standing on a street corner full of sewage, holding a group of poor children in rags.

The red-eyed little girl standing in the corner of the wall held the two-year-old boy with one hand, looked at the group of children in the slum who had gone away aggrievedly, tears rushed through two ditches on the face full of grievances, and a pug also jumped out of the garbage bin on the side, looked at the group of children who ran away, turned around and barked at the little girl a few times, turned around and chased after the group of children. Originally, the group of children wanted to go to a small restaurant in the city to ask for some swill and leftovers to fill their stomachs, but no one wanted to take this lowly child born to a half-orc slave girl, and the child born to a slave was born a slave.

The girl had no choice but to run home with her younger brother on an empty stomach, and said aggrievedly to the woman lying on the sickbed: "Grandma, we are not slaves! I don't want to eat sweet potatoes all day long, and the other children dislike me and don't want to take me to play!"

The woman lying on the sickbed stared blankly at the tattered straw mat wall, wondering if the next heavy rain would completely collapse the thatched house, but now the dilapidated thatched house could still provide them with some shade from the wind and rain. She used to be a beautiful dancing girl with the blood of the orc rabbits, but the tricks of fate had made her fall to this point, her thin cheeks looked extremely sallow, her withered hair was like a mess of grass on her head, and her originally clear eyes were now so thin that they were abruptly in their sockets, like the lowest skeleton of the undead. The wound on her waist had already leaked foul-smelling pus, and she knew that her time was short, but when she saw her two children, her eyes still had a strong attachment, ah!

Looking at the two skinny children, the woman on the sickbed weakly changed the girl to her side, panting weakly and said: "Remember your mother's words, Katerina! never marry a warrior in the future, no matter how brave and fearless he is on the battlefield, no matter how superb and gorgeous his combat skills are, I hope you can marry an ordinary person in the future, I hope you can take your brother to live well, don't follow your mother's old path." ”

The red-eyed girl nodded in agreement with the terminally ill woman on the bed, "I swear!"

That year, when Caterina was eight years old, her mother was injured in the back by a boulder rolled down from the mine while carrying stones from the mine, and finally died of illness in a slum hut, leaving Caterina with only a leaky straw hut and a two-year-old brother who was waiting to be fed. Staying alive is the most important thing for two people at the moment.