Two days later.

Wren rode the wind in the sky, and not far ahead, on the ground, a vast mountain range sits in the middle of the grassland, the slope of the mountain is very gentle, the highest point is only a few tens of meters, and the slope is thousands of tents, wooden houses or stone buildings, forming a small and simple city.

"Thorn Ridge. ”

Wren recognized this place, Thorn Ridge was one of the largest settlements in the grassland, and the inhabitants were more complex, mainly orcs, followed by centaurs, and some humans, goblins, and orcs.

Thorn Ridge is located on the Empire's route to the orc tribes, and trade is relatively developed, and it can receive far more taxes than the Droken tribe's Cass.

The airship of Para Floating City stayed in the Droken tribe for a day, stopping at another smaller tribe and collecting taxes before reaching Thorn Ridge.

Wren patted the Wind Rider and told it to lower its altitude.

A moment later, the massive Wind Rider approached Thorn Ridge, and the people on the ground noticed the flying dragon in the sky, and many looked up.

The orc guards standing on the watchtower assumed a vigilant posture.

It wasn't until they saw the orcs on the back of the Wind Rider that the wyvern had no intention of attacking, that they relaxed a little and stared at Wren landing in a clearing.

As the crowd watched, Wren jumped off the back of the Wind Rider.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and two large footprints were made on the ground with heavy footsteps, and the armor and iron chains on his body collided, making a metallic sound. The single-edged giant axe hanging behind his back reflected a cold light, and a faint smell of blood emanated.

Anyone who saw him like this could tell that this was an orc warrior who had been through a hundred battles.

Wren swept the crowd around him with a fierce gaze, and there was a terrifying will in his eyes, which made people dare not look at him.

"Legendary Orc Warrior!"

"Let's go, get away from this guy, don't provoke him. ”

"Who is he?"

The onlookers craned their necks back, and none of them dared to approach, especially some orcs, who had a natural fear of pure orcs.

Wren grinned, the two fangs at the corners of his mouth particularly eye-catching.

He walked up the dirt road of Thorn Ridge, the Wind Rider following behind, and everyone avoided it all the way. Even if there are people who don't have long eyes and can't recognize him as a legendary orc, just relying on the high-level wyvern of the Wind Rider is enough to deter the vast majority of people.

Wren's voice of all things heard many whispers, and he believed that in less than half an hour, speculation about himself would spread throughout Thorn Ridge.

He walked for two minutes and stopped in front of a tavern.

Looking up at the back of the tavern, you can see half of the airship's airbag exposed, and its own dart made of activated metal is still firmly fixed on the airbag.

Wren told the Wind Rider to stay outside and walked into the tavern himself.

Pushing the door in, the originally noisy sound of the tavern hall suddenly fell silent, and more than a dozen tables were full of guests, all of whom turned to look at the entrance of the tavern, their eyes full of surprise.

Among these people are powerful orcs, half-orc warriors, and transcendents.

However, Wren didn't pay attention to them at all, stared at the scarlet eyes, showed a cruel expression on his face, and scolded in orc language: "Do you want to eat Lao Tzu's axe?"

When people saw the giant axe behind him, most of them quickly looked away.

A few people were not convinced, and just as they were about to get up and ridicule each other, they were pressed by their companions to cover their mouths and explain in a low voice: "Are you crazy? He is a legendary warrior! And he is an orc of the Dragonthroat Clan, you can't even catch him with an axe when you go up, don't bother us." ”

As soon as they heard that it was a legend, these people immediately withered and bowed their heads in shock.

"Useless cowards. ”

Wren sneered, sat down in front of the bar in the tavern with heavy steps, and untied the giant axe from his back and put it at his feet, making a muffled sound, and his huge body crushed the log chair beneath him, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Bang!

The bar counter was slapped so loudly that the orc boss was terrified and cowered and didn't dare to come forward to serve.

"Bastard, come here. ”

Wren summoned dissatisfied, and shouted, "Bring me the best liquor in your tavern, and ten pounds of roast mutton." Also, get a few live animals to feed my wind riders, preferably adult moss sheep, but not more than three years old, the meat is too old. Be careful when you feed it, and if you startle the Wind Rider, be careful that I skin you. ”

As he spoke, he pulled a finger-sized piece of gold from his waist and threw it over.

The half-orc boss originally looked very embarrassed, but when he received the gold, he immediately became less nervous, and even the "mongrel" that was scolded was not so harsh.

"My lord, the wine and meat will be delivered immediately. He nodded and stammered back in a less skilled orc language, "I'll send someone to buy mossy sheep." ”

"Hurry up. Wren urged again.

The orc boss was very efficient, and a few minutes later, a plate of hot roast lamb and two jugs of deer blood wine were delivered to Wren.

He began to gobble up, munching on the mutton, and every two or three bites, he took a log glass and poured a large mouthful of deer blood wine. Red liquor flowed from the corners of his mouth and from his exposed chest, as if he was drinking blood, and the eating was rough and terrifying.

Soon after, the screams of the moss sheep rang out outside the tavern, and the Wind Rider began to eat.

The hall was bustling again.

But the guests unconsciously lowered their voices, and quietly looked at the legendary orc from time to time.

They were all secretly guessing Wren's origins, and they could only identify from the tattoos on their faces and bodies that they should be from the Dragonthroat Clan, but the Dragonthroat Clan had been in decline for hundreds of years, and although it was still one of the royal families of the Orcs, it was no longer as glorious as it used to be.

The legendary warriors known in the Dragonthroat Clan did not match the appearance of the one in front of them.

The most conspicuous thing is the pair of huge fangs that the orcs carry on their shoulders, and there are faint runes flashing, which is obviously an extremely high-quality enchanted equipment.

Wren listened to the whispers of the people and smiled to himself.

He deliberately made a show in Thorn Ridge in order to leave false information to mislead the investigation of Pallas Floating City.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Wren had eaten two large plates of roast lamb, weighing more than twenty pounds, which was a shocking amount of food.

Drinking the last pot of deer blood wine, he wiped his mouth casually.

"Hiccup......

With a full hiccup, Wren beckoned to the orc boss, "Bastard, ask you a few words." ”

The orc boss was full of excitement, and replied in a trembling voice: "Honorable lord, please say, as long as I know everything, I must tell my lordship." ”

"Lao Tzu's name is Bloxga, not an adult, don't play human games for Lao Tzu. Wren spat out a mouthful of spit, his face full of disdain, scaring the orc boss enough before asking, "Where did that airship stop on the mountain come from?"

"They're wizards from Pallas Floating City. The orc boss replied respectfully.

"Pallas Floating City......" Wren scratched his big bald head, and then raised his hand impatiently, "Okay, Lao Tzu knows, get out." ”

"Yes, yes......"

The orc boss retreated to the corner behind the bar as if he had been granted amnesty.

Wren stood up, his tall body as if he was about to reach the ceiling, and suddenly the hall was quiet again, startling the guests.

He picked up the axe and hung it on his back, smiled contemptuously, and walked out of the tavern.

The Wind Rider rested in the open space outside the tavern, like a small mountain, the ground was drenched in blood, and the sharp teeth were hung with flesh and blood, and many pedestrians stood in the distance and pointed, their eyes full of envy and curiosity, such a wyvern mount is rare in Thorn Ridge.

When they saw Wren coming out, they quickly turned around and left.

Wren jumped on the back of the Wind Rider, and the Wyvern reluctantly got up and flapped its wings, flying into the sky in the dust, and quickly disappeared into the sky.

In this short stay of more than half an hour, a legendary orc warrior named Bloxgar has already spread in the Thorn Ridge.

Anyone who saw this orc with their own eyes was impressed.

However, the heat did not last long, from time to time there were legendary powerhouses passing by in Thorn Ridge, and caravans brought all kinds of news, a rude but powerful legendary orc, in addition to increasing the after-dinner conversation, was quickly forgotten.

After leaving Thorn Ridge, Wren did not fly far.

He found a remote place in the wilderness and waited patiently. It wasn't until the third day that the metal marker in the induction moved.

The dart left Thorn Ridge and headed east.

Wren perked up.

About two hundred miles east of Thorn Ridge, there was a small tribe of centaurs, and it was clear that the airship was there to collect taxes.

He mounted the Wind Rider and flew east as fast as he could, rushing to the front.

It is about a hundred miles east of Thorn Ridge.

The darts are getting closer.

Wren had the Wind Rider fly to the highest point, thousands of meters above the ground, a height far beyond the airship's course, so as not to be detected by the psionic beings on the airship.

In the past few days of tracking, he has never had close contact with an airship.

Psykers are extremely alert, especially in telepathy, and can be called masters, even if they hide well, they will be discovered as long as they approach with hostility.

The Rokanan on the airship is a legendary psyker, a name Wren had heard of before, a legendary beginner-level wizard with some status in Pallas Floating City, but he didn't have an in-depth understanding. With the immunity of the will of truth, a legendary psyker, he is not worried.

With Duke Redstone's prestige, a tax-collecting airship only needs a legendary wizard to take charge.

Wren can be sure that there are no stronger enemies on board the airship.

A moment later, a small dot appeared from the horizon, growing larger and larger, and soon revealed the full picture of the airship, which was speeding through the sky at high speed.

"It's finally here. ”

Wren's Soul Eye locked onto the airship, allowing the Wind Rider to fly against the cold wind high in the sky.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and the Wind Rider was thousands of meters above the airship, and from the bottom, it looked like a bird the size of a finger, and it did not alert the airship.

Wren calculated the distance and direction.

He took a deep breath, took the great axe in hand, and leapt from the back of the Wind Rider, and with the inertia of flight, he fell sharply towards the airship.