After demonstrating the production of the two potions for the last time, Charles dispersed the apprentices in the experimental cave.

Then he simply packed up the items he needed and went to his neighbor Mariel's house.

Of course, it can't be called the Mariel family anymore.

Compared to the other two tribes, the Haradins were generally short-lived.

The cheerful man who wanted to pinch his face when they first met was already dying and decrepit in the first year of Harroway's death.

Now in charge are his daughter Hardo and son-in-law Haldard.

"You're leaving?"

Holding her two-year-old daughter, the brown-haired and blue-eyed Hardo suddenly stood up from the chair.

There was something strange in her words, because in her mind, the little Charles had been their neighbor since birth.

He, like the rest of the Haradin, had lived a third of her life so far, and it seemed as if it would continue to do so forever.

As a result, he suddenly ran to say goodbye?

The eyes of the eldest son, Halda, and her husband, Haldard, also looked from the kitchen of the house—they were preparing dinner for Charles's visit.

"Yes." Charles nodded, "The two potions have already been learned by your husband and them, and I require them to teach them the methods for free as long as they are willing to learn them, so it is the same here and without me." ”

At this time, Charles was "23" years old, and he still looked eight or nine years old.

Although the legs are still very short, relying on the elf's agile body, the speed is not weaker than that of adult humans.

"It doesn't matter," said Hardor, frowning, "I mean, why did you leave?" ”

"I don't belong here." Charles smiled, "After Harrovi's death, there won't be much to miss here. Of course, I'll come back and visit you if I have the chance. ”

His decisive words made Hardo, who had been thinking a lot, suddenly lose all the words that were about to come out, and after a long silence, she asked, "Then where are you going?" ”

"I'm going to take a walk around the Blue Mountains." "I heard that there is a group of green elves who live in the big forest, and they are very knowledgeable about animals and plants, and I wanted to visit them. ”

……

The Green Elves are indeed the purpose of the Charr, or one of the purposes.

At this moment, although he has not fully grown up, he can barely be regarded as having a qualified ability to act, and he can take the initiative to explore and observe the mysterious places of this world.

The Green Elves were one race he was prepared to learn about, as their knowledge could be of great help to the Charr in potion making.

However, it is said that the green elves in the forest are elusive and difficult to find, and the charr is not sure that he will find them.

So this goal is only incidental.

His real destination was actually two dwarven cities in the Blue Mountains—

Nogrod, Beregost.

They are the base camps of the two clans of the dwarven race, Liang Kuan and Firebeard.

The dwarves are skilled in blacksmithing, and the dwarves in these two cities invented chain mail in this era.

However, Charles didn't go there to learn or correct the armor development process in this world, in fact, he didn't know anything about it, and it was basically the same.

As in pharmacy, he was there to experiment with his past memories.

Today, unlike in the past, all kinds of auxiliary means that he "despised" in the past are some necessary research directions for him now.

Time has proven that one's own talent can only increase with the growth of the body, and if there is no other way to change this, then Charles can only shift his mind, think and explore the help of external forces.

……

Smoky and rows of houses dot the grassy hills.

Old people sit in their yards and bask in the sun, children play near the stream in the middle of the gathering place, and women of all ages wash their clothes on the banks of the stream.

The sun in the sky is also bright, the air is fresh, and the breeze is leisurely drifting by.

A very peaceful and ordinary day.

After saying goodbye to his neighbors, Charles quietly left the human colony without alarming anyone else, and hurried in the direction of the Great Forest east of the Haradins.

However, not long after he left, a mutation suddenly occurred!

No one would have imagined that suddenly an enemy would rush into this beautiful picture.

As if it was just a moment's effort, the orc infantry scattered all over the mountains was like a black flood, surging across a towering hill and charging down the slope!

The noisy roar of a horde of beasts terrified the people of the Haradin.

After the torrent of orcs who were short but armed with various sharp weapons descended, they directly shattered the nearest house.

The gray-haired old man who was chopping wood in the courtyard was directly cut off by a short orc in the lead!

Blood splattered in the courtyard, and the killing began.

One moment it was a peaceful scene, and the next moment, panicked screams and panicked cries spread in all directions!

Children crying, adults fleeing in panic, women screaming, and blood splattering everywhere......

The Haradin people are independent, and there is no so-called patriarch to lead, so that in this case, they are directly beaten and have no power to resist.

The panic quickly spread from the original corner to the entire territory, and the leisurely picture scroll was directly torn to pieces!

For a long time, the people of the Haradin had no weapons or armor, at most bows and arrows for hunting, and simple axe tools.

So much so that even if the male owner of the family struggles to resist, he can't resist this kind of heavily armed barbarian soldier!

Under the instinct of seeking good fortune and avoiding evil, everyone hurriedly retreated, away from the north where the orcs spread, and fled in a panic towards the southern land.

If you look down from the sky, you can see that the dense black dots like countless ants are scurrying out from all over the green hills, arriving at the stream below and gathering together, and then fleeing south together!

It is not completely devoid of organizational skills, and several old people in the clan who are usually highly respected play a key role in this situation.

Under their hastily dispatch, the Haradin's flight was still neat, and there would not be a situation where someone ran in the wrong direction.

There were even more bold men shouting in the crowd, looking angry and going against the current, ready to launch a counterattack-

Not counting the old and weak women, there are more than a thousand adult males in the Haradin, and in the face of this seems to be a lot, but the actual scattered orc infantry, they still have some resistance power.

Eventually, the situation evolved into a situation in which men in their prime were armed with rudimentary weapons in the rear hall, while hundreds of orcs in tough leather armor continued to attack the barely formed line of defense in the chaos.

It's like a raging flood constantly pounding on a fragile mud embankment.

Fortunately, these orcs are not so disciplined, and nearly half of them are still wreaking havoc in the hastily abandoned human homeland, chasing and killing some of the old, weak, sick and disabled who have not had time to make peace with the large army.

Otherwise, under the impact of all the staff at this moment, the defense line that can be constituted will not be able to resist at all!

Time passed slowly, and the tightly gathered "ant colony" became more and more narrow due to the different speeds, and finally pulled out a long line of escape.

They hurriedly broke away from their familiar quarters and ran out into the Great Plains.

Fleeing in a panic, the homeland was gradually left behind by the Haradins, and further and further away due to the constant onslaught of the torrent.