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Orc Fortress.

The young orcs pulled their friends against the walls of the fortress, dodging patrol after team.

"What are you doing here? Lasseter! "Although he is the leader of the younger generation, Nassar's personality is still like that of ordinary orcs in the fortress, and he has no other ideas.

The Orc Fortress is indeed the strongest fortress in all of Tamriel, and the only thing that can compete with it is perhaps the dwarven underground castle. On this continent where racial discrimination is particularly extreme, even races as brave as orcs can only survive in groups. Not only did the tall stone walls of the fortress provide enough shelter for three generations of the tribe, but he also trapped the hearts of three generations of orcs in them. The first generation of orcs were also the same as the routs of the year, they were tired of the war and lost faith in the Empire, so they chose to live in seclusion. The second and third generations of orcs were bound by the rules of this tribal group and lost the idea of looking at the outside world.

Lassette is one of the outliers. Although he has the physique of an orc, he is not aggressive, and his favorite thing to do is to sneak into the shaman's house and look through books that he hasn't been passive in a long time. Most of them are documenting situations outside the fortress.

Outside, it is said that there is a very tall white pagoda that can be seen even from a great distance. Rasseid, who had no idea about geography, didn't know where it was, but he could imagine the height of the tower and the vastness of the land outside.

Rassette also knew that there was a place outside that was dedicated to teaching people to become shamans, known to the outside world as the "University of Magic". What is a shaman? That's the name given to an orc tribe priest. The average tribal shaman is the only magician in the tribe, the apothecary, in fact, in other words, the orc mage. Due to the strong spiritual power of the mages, these orc mages are also one of the few people in the tribe who have good brains, so only they have enough ability to inherit some of the tribe's customs, sacrificial activities, and of course, the most important racial inheritance.

Of course, if you want to enter this school, you must be recommended by the seven mage unions. I don't know what a mage is, but I guess it's the name of a shaman from the outside world......

Thinking of this, a small blue-black light suddenly appeared on one of the hands behind Lasete's back, and as this light gradually condensed, revealing a light blue translucent dagger inside. This is one of the reasons why Lased wants to go outside so much, this kind of magical spell, the entire fortress is only for him and the shaman.

However, according to the Shaman, there is another type of spell known as the healing system, which is the one that the shaman often releases on the sick and wounded in the fortress. He had studied with the shaman for a while, but he couldn't do anything other than the spell that could summon daggers, as described in the books. So the shaman can't teach him either.

The bell of the fortress rang "When ......" pulled Lassetid's mind back.

"What's the situation? How long have I been in a daze here? He asked his partner next to him.

Nasas shrugged helplessly and said, "I guess it's been ten minutes." He didn't have the idea of sneaking out, but his own hair was old and thought like this, so he just played with him.

"Ahh Then you don't call me! Lased squatted down helplessly with his head in his hands. When the hunting party returns, the guards of the fortress will be strengthened, and it is basically impossible for them to get out at this time.

"Hmm...... I think you're fascinated by you, and I'm too embarrassed to disturb you......" Nasas chuckled, apparently not the slightest annoyance at Rassetid's complaints. "But then again, the hunting team came back a lot earlier than usual today......

"What are you two doing here?!" While the two were chatting here, the sound of their voices drew the patrolling guards over. A bald orc with a giant axe suddenly appeared behind the two, and his rough hands were already wrapped around their arms as he spoke. The edge of the fortress wall is a forbidden area, and no orcs without fangs are allowed to stay, and when they are discovered, they are closed in a small black room.

The hunting party came back this time with only two or three people, and Rassede glanced at the side before he was escorted to the small dark room, as if it was two people holding one...... Wait, I'm not dazzled, is that a Nord? You know, he's grown up and he's never seen anything other than orcs. A few times in the past few years, the Redguards from across the desert had come here to buy hides and custom-made weapons, but they were still not allowed to enter the fortress. And Lased, who was still young at the time in the fortress, naturally did not see it.

In a near-isolated orc fortress, a Nord is almost like an alien on Earth for these guys.

"He's such a weak chicken......"

"Hey, the skin is white, it's so ugly......"

"At such an age, he doesn't even have fangs, he looks like a coward!" The onlookers basically had never seen outsiders, and the whispers were endless for a while.

And the Nord man who was caught was naturally the cavalryman who followed the trail all the way before. Although he had removed the heavy armor and conspicuous cloak on his body, because he had not undergone systematic and formal training, he was soon discovered by the hunting team that went out to patrol. To be honest, it was the first time he had seen so many orcs when he was so big, and he was a little timid for a while.

Soon, the elders and the shamans of the tribe who received the news dared to come over, apparently the capture of a Nord was enough to shake the tribe that had begun to take shape after decades of development.

"Which territory are you? Breamd? Shatinhull? "This Nord man didn't wear any standard armor, but just from his temperament, he could sense that this was definitely not an explorer who was simply lost in the forest.

"Skyrim, Half Moon Collar!" The warrior of the half-moon collar struggled fiercely under the custody of the two orcs, and straightened up.

"I've heard of Skyrim...... However, the elder led by the Half-Moon Leader ......" slowly pulled out the long sword captured from the Half-Moon Leader warrior, and squinted his eyes slightly as he looked at the golden spine and the bright silver blade on it. "I really haven't heard of it!" After saying that, he put the long sword on the warrior's shoulder, the sharp blade, and the cold was overwhelming.

"A dwarven craft that has been lost for a long time...... Tell me honestly, where are you a spy! As the elder spoke, the murderous intent was already pervasive.

The blade didn't touch the warrior's skin, but the iron-blooded momentum of the elder's words alone was enough to make the warrior's legs tremble a little. From the eyes of the old orc, he seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, like a hellish scene!