"Chirp-" It was another morning, and Zhao Yuan was woken up by Xiao Pi's usual chirping, Xiao Pi was Zhao Yuan who gave Xiao Jiu Que a name, because it was always elf and weird.

It has been more than a month since Monroe's death, and Zhao Yuan has gradually gotten rid of his previous depressed mood, a shallow smile appeared on his face, and he tapped Xiaopi's head with his index finger, and got up from the blanket spread out under him.

Once again, he embarked on a journey to live alone in the forest, but this time Zhao Yuan would not be as embarrassed as when he first arrived. He put the blankets and bedding spread on the ground into the Seven Star Ring, and with a cleaning charm, he saved himself the trouble of washing his face and combing his hair. Then he took out some fruit and grain from the Seven Star Ring in the eager eyes of a bird and a horse, fed the dark purple wheel horse and the little skin, and ate some pasta for himself, and then set out on the road in the morning light.

He still remembered what Mu Si said to him half a month ago: "Zhao Yuan, you don't have to worry about me, I will raise little Ike well, and you don't want to avenge Monroe, I want to kill that damn guy with my own hands." These supplies and this purple wheel horse are specially prepared for you by me, you have no fixed residence, there should always be something convenient to use. ”

It was only when he came to the Wolf Palace with Monroe's body that he found out why Monroe said that he had "helped a lot again". It turned out that in each orc tribe, there would only be one king and nine heirs, that is, princes. If there are still many children, then those children who are at the bottom of the ranking will not be able to inherit the beast god at all. And the inheritance of these beast gods can only be passed on from father to son. If Monroe dies before returning home, or if he never wakes up, the Beast God inheritance on his body will only return to the Beast God Temple and pass on to the Wolf King's newborn son. And a child without the inheritance of the beast god, even if he is the grandson of the wolf king by blood, he cannot obtain the blessing of the wolf royal family.

Because of this, even if the royal family of orcs has many descendants, there will be no complicated and complicated nobles. Because the orcs without the inheritance of the beast god cannot be regarded as nobles at all, and once one of the nine princes inherits the power of the king, the inheritance of the beast god on the other eight princes and the new king will automatically return to the beast god temple, and the eight princes are still just ordinary members of the tribe, but they have more power and prestige accumulated over the years.

And little Ike obtained Monroe's beast god inheritance, and he replaced Monroe as one of the nine princes, and Moose did not have to worry about the family's property being embezzled by others, because the wolf king would provide shelter for Moose and little Ike before abdicating.

In fact, such things are not uncommon in the beast clan, but it really happened in front of him, and Zhao Yuan understood the blood and tears behind these rules. And little Ike who was able to obtain the Beast God Inheritance when his father died, was lucky, and more children had not had time to obtain the Beast God Inheritance, and their father had died unexpectedly, and the whole family fell into the abyss from a height.

The purple wheel horse carried the thin Zhao Yuan, shuttling briskly through the forest, Xiaopi didn't know if he really couldn't fly or was lazy, two little paws grabbed the pocket of Zhao Yuan's clothes, and his hairy head was blown by the wind and couldn't open his eyes and looked out.

Since the saddle was a specially made magic instrument, Zhao Yuan, as an eighth-order archmage, could easily keep it running without the help of magic crystals. So even if there were twists and turns of branches and dirt under the feet of the wheeled horse, Zhao Yuan could sit firmly on the horse's back, holding a rope in one hand and a map in the other, squinting in the dappled and galloping sun.

He was now in the Dust Mist Forest again, but this time, he didn't plan to go all the way north out of the forest, but to shuttle through the forest, heading east. To the east, at the end of the Dust Mist Forest, is the territory of the Tiger Clan.

During this period, under the guidance of Lao Xuanwu, he had hunted many high-level demonic beasts, and low-level demonic beasts did not let go even when they passed by. Because Zhao Yuan found that his absorption of magic power was not divided into high and low levels. For example, when he absorbs a first-order crystal nucleus, the magic power contained in it is only one-third of that of the second-order crystal nucleus, but the quality of the magic power in the first-order crystal nucleus is far inferior to that in the second-order crystal nucleus, but when it comes to Zhao Yuan's body, they will all turn into refined eighth-order magic power, and in the market, the price of the second-order crystal nucleus is more than five times higher than that of the first-order crystal nucleus. Therefore, in fact, Zhao Yuan devouring low-level crystal nuclei is the most worthwhile. But occasionally, when fighting, he needs to quickly recover his magic power, and he still has to devour high-level crystal nuclei that contain a lot of magic power.

At the same time, he also used all the magic he remembered, and began to study new magic combinations according to the characteristics of various professions and monsters in this world. During the days he spent at Monroe's house, he was surprised to find that most of the mages in this world existed for large-scale wars or auxiliaries, in short, they were typical mages who fought at the original level. The teammate pulls the aggro in front of them, and the mage only needs to stand at a distance, add a positive effect, and then cast the spell. PK flow mage, they have never heard of it, and mage really does not need this.

Therefore, the magic system of this world, and the magic he knows, do not coincide with a large part. Although some basic small fireballs, healing techniques and other things are the same for everyone, but when it comes to tactical and heads-up magic, such as his favorite resistance aura, wind ice cube, and energy-absorbing ghost vine, there is no such thing in this world.

But this is Zhao Yuan's huge advantage, because of this, most martial artists will despise his heads-up ability, just like the four killers that time, in battle, it is very fatal to despise your opponent. This is a real world, and any negligence and accident in battle comes at the cost of bloodshed and death.

In this way, Zhao Yuan took out more diligent efforts than when he was in school to study and integrate the strength in his body, and along the way, he kept finding the lair of those high-level demonic beasts according to the prompts of old Xuanwu, and then fought to improve himself, and after half a month, he finally came to the border of the Dust Mist Forest.

When he walked out of the forest, Zhao Yuan looked coldly at the horizon in the distance, and in that direction, it was the Tiger Tribe.

He is a human race, and he is conspicuous everywhere he walks, so he has been trekking in the depths of the inaccessible forests these days, and his spiritual power has been far away from the traces of human activities, and now he suddenly appeared in the territory of the Tiger Clan, which must have been unexpected.

Zhao Yuan took off the robe on his body and changed into one of the several sets of equipment that Monroe had prepared for him before, the Black Yao Leather Armor, he pulled the hood on, and the black hood covered the upper half of his face, leaving only a pale and thin chin and very pale bloody lips exposed to the sun.

Then he took out his "Soul Slayer", a sword he used more easily than other weapons. And there are combos that have already been learned. It's better to kill people.

"Chirp-" Xiao Pi struggled to squeeze his fat body into the leather armor pocket, the leather armor was much tighter than the robe, but it was just squeezed uncomfortably, and it didn't want to practice its flying skills by itself.

Zhao Yuan looked at the small piece that suddenly bulged out of his waist, and shook his head helplessly. He patted the purple wheel horse on the head and said, "You will go around the forest today, and if you encounter demonic beasts and humans, just run away, and I will come to you tomorrow morning." ”

The purple wheel horse snorted, turned around and spread its hooves and ran towards the forest, leaving Zhao Yuan's ashes behind.

Zhao Yuan bored thinking that if the old turtle was awake now and saw a third-order demonic beast with such wisdom, would he be angry and unable to fall asleep.

Looking at the sky, Zhao Yuan found that it was time for the sun to set again, but it was not the same as the day Monroe died. He remembered that the sunset that day was extremely red, and everything was red, and the blood stains were not obvious. Today's sunset is a magnificent orange-gold color, rendering a large thick cloud on the horizon, as if it were a full stop.

He cast an invisibility spell on his body, and the orange-gold light of the setting sun shone on him, and then through his body, it reflected on the ground, as if sprinkled with golden spikes.

Lambert is not the prince of the Tiger Clan, but his identity is also very important in the Tiger Clan. His grandfather used to be one of the princes, and he was the only rare mage, and there were many people in the clan who supported his grandfather, but unfortunately, his grandfather was still defeated by the joint efforts of the other eight princes.

But even so, as a sixth-order mage, Lambert's grandfather enjoyed a high status, even in the entire Cold Beast Continent. Many explorers and mercenaries would invite their grandfather to join them with a good pay, and Lambert's grandfather was also very shrewd, he would always choose those tasks that did not have to worry about his life, but needed the help of a mage, so that he could easily save a lot of money and have a good reputation on the mainland.

It can be said that Lambert grew up in a large and glorious family, his grandfather had more than twenty wives, while his father also had seven wives, and the number of children and grandchildren was considerable. But he, Lambert, was still his grandfather's and father's favorite child. Not because of anything else, but because he, like his grandfather, was a rare mage.

His talent was not much worse than that of his grandfather, he had already broken through the fourth order at the age of thirty, and in his lifetime, he had a good chance of reaching his grandfather's height, becoming a sixth-order mage, or even further, stepping into the seventh-order to become a high-level mage.

But as a mage, he also had his troubles. It is a well-known fact that a mage can never defeat a martial artist of the same class. As a man of the Tiger Clan, he also has a toned physique, but this is just a showcase, without martial arts, no matter how many muscles he has, he is just good-looking.

Originally, he didn't care about this, and even had a lofty idea: martial artists are a group of reckless men who rush to the front and work hard, and he, as a noble and rare mage, only needs to cast the magic that determines the victory or defeat of the battle under the protection of everyone, he is a noble mage with the ability to adjudicate battles, where do you need to practice martial arts?