Originating from the hands of the Northern Highlands clans, the shield is usually covered with a tough, rough hide, fixed with metal rivets, and the core of the shield is metal protrusions or spikes. There is even a dagger hidden on the reverse side of the shield, which can be drawn at any time to give the opponent a fatal blow at a critical moment.

Compared with the pursuit of metal texture and defensive nature of the knight's shield, the Northern Highland round shield is more suitable for the brave and fearless style of play.

Sometimes a round shield can be used as a weapon, especially the round shield in Oran's hand, which is specially wrapped with iron around the edge.

Zack's sword was unsurprisingly deflected by Orlan's shield block, leaving some white scratches on the shield's surface. For Zack, the shield in Oran's hand was as slippery as butter, and no angle could be slashed firmly.

Rather than just striking the shield core, Orlan also used the shield as a blade, and the slash against the shield was not as threatening as the blade. But if it is cut to a vulnerable place such as the joint and the back of the neck, I am afraid that no matter how strong a person is, he will lose his combat power.

Warrior Zack, like ordinary fighters, seeks to use strength to suppress and win, but the improvement of skills depends on the accumulation of combat experience, and the second is continuous professional training and guidance. But for an ordinary fighter like Zach, it's too hard to do the second point.

In this world, or as far as Orlan knows, the warrior profession has mostly been regarded as a vassal of knights, a consumable on the battlefield. Even most warriors were moving closer to the "class" of knights and knights, because to be a knight meant to be a nobleman, although nobles were not necessarily knights.

Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary people, there is no difference between a warrior and a soldier, because a warrior cannot be passed on as a noble profession and nobility like a knight. Pure traditional warriors are on the verge of extinction, and the self-proclaimed noble civilization and powerful knights are the pursuit of everyone.

Orlan was actually trying to say that the ferocious broad-bladed machete was the perfect match for the round shield of the Northern Highlands, not the double-edged sword that emulated the knights. A true warrior is a symbol of strength and skill, bravery and wisdom!

It's not that Zach's phrase "the glory of a warrior" represents all warriors, he is a soldier at best. So Orlan wanted to use the warrior's real shield skills to teach this man a good lesson.

In the eyes of this group of soldiers, Oran's body is agile and even a little pleasing to the eye, and no matter how he attacks, he will be skillfully defused. And in the eyes of the knight, he clearly saw the shield skills that were used by a powerful warrior who was befriended and admired by his father.

In the midst of everyone's astonishment, the warrior Zach had been knocked to the ground by Orlan's shield, not because Zach was not strong enough and the equipment he was wearing was not well-equipped. It's that he has lost the ability to hold a sword, and he can't even stand up. Anyone with a discerning eye could see how many shield blows Zach had taken all over his body, especially those gaps that were not protected by leather armor.

"Warriors, never by mouth." Orlan's words made those soldiers speechless, and Zack's eyes lying on the ground were not only anger and unwillingness, but more admiration for the silver-haired boy in front of him, perhaps even he didn't realize it.

Bang bang bang "Wonderful battle! Arnos has recognized your strength. "In the knight's heart, he also has his own assessment of Orlan's strength and birth.

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"Honorable sir, the best horses and best hunters you want are here, and there is enough food and supplies."

"We will await your triumph at the Giant Wood Camp!"

As expected, four days later they waited for a large group of horses, enough horses to even get one for Orlan, and of course some supplies. But unexpectedly, I met an acquaintance here, or a fellow hunter of the year.

There were two hunters in total, and Orlan was not familiar with them, because the old hunters hated them before, and even got a little entangled. However, the knight's attitude towards Orlan was unusually more friendly, probably through the mouths of the two hunters.

It is nothing more than being picked up by an old hunter who was hunting in the Oran Mountains, and then raised until now, and has been living by hunting, and living alone. This is already known to everyone in the village.

"Alright guys, the Arnos Expeditionary Force is ready to go. We were well armed, with sharp blades, enough food, and sturdy horses...... The goal is to find and kill an adult Frost Giant. Those evil, filthy, monsters who swear to be enemies of the gods. I will ...... in the name of the Northern Barrier"

Well, it seems that Oran was the only one who expressed surprise. He couldn't figure out why knights and soldiers claiming to be Anos had traveled all the way to such a place to hunt a frost giant. This is how much hatred and resentment there is.

Of course, any excuse for the sake of the gods and the stability of the north is, just like those bandits will still shout for glory, go and slash and kill the strong X.

Speaking of the purpose of this trip, the Frost Giant, the one who can make a delicious four-legged wind snake with the Flame Komodo when he has nothing to do. Oran expressed serious doubts that the group had eaten spoiled petrochemicals, the kind of things that hurt their IQ.

To find the Frost Giant, you'll have to head to the glacier fields deeper in the Oran Mountains, where it's extremely cold and harsh all year round. Only the Frost Giants, who use the tail of the Flame Komodo as a "chili" to flavor it, survive.

As for the idea of hunting the Frost Giants, are they sure that they didn't send themselves to the giant's mouth as prey? At most, they're going to hunt a few adult trolls.

"Little Oran, why don't you say hello when you see Uncle Jack. I've watched you grow up......" The middle-aged hunter with stubble and stubble rode close to Oran, smiling with a hint of hypocrisy on his face, though he tried to pretend to be kind.

"If old Morgan were still alive, he would have entrusted you to our friends of the Brotherhood of Hunters. Poor little Oran, before he reached adulthood, hunted alone for a living. But don't worry, we'll keep you safe on this hunt. "The other fat hunter in a leather hat actually looks more like a businessman.

"Good intentions, and haven't I been alive all these years?" Orlan rarely said a complete sentence, although his eyes didn't even linger on the two of them.

The Hunter Brotherhood, heh, at least not long after the old hunter Morgan let go, wasn't a good place anymore. Now it's a place to hide filth, and when old Morgan died, he entrusted Oran to them? I'm afraid that old Morgan will jump up from the grave and hack these two bastards to death if he hears it.

It also happens that I will send a pillow when I am sleepy, and take this opportunity Orlan can always pry something out of the mouths of the two of them, using some non-hunter means, hehe.

Oran, whose entire face was hidden in the hood, curled the corners of his mouth excitedly......