"Muto, please, you must bring back the grain. ”

The old priest's parting instructions suddenly flashed through Muto's mind, and he suddenly opened his eyes and awoke from a long slumber.

Muto felt that something was attached to him, itchy, he looked at it, it was a swarm of rats, so frightened that he immediately jumped up, the rats that had been crawling on him immediately shook off like raindrops, they fled in panic and scattered, but Muto knew that these greedy, rampant, and bold rats had not left, they were hiding in the dark, secretly spying on him, and when he could no longer move, they would swarm up and devour him, Muto couldn't help but shudder, "How do they survive here?" ”

Muto sat on the ground wearily, his eyes were pitch black, his fingers were out of sight, there was not a shred of light here, neither the warmth of the sun nor the glitter of a torch, and Muto reached out and touched a hard obstacle, a cold, slippery wall, made of hard, smooth stone.

The unpredictable darkness was chilling, the empty room was cold and empty, the long wait was depressing, and there was no hope in sight, it was a trap for prisoners. With only rats and dust as he sighed deeply, his mind drifting back to his distant homeland, where he had been absent for three months.

Since the beasts were banished to the western wilderness by Joffrey the Great, they have been rooted in this desolate, barren land, they hunted wild beasts, and began to learn to grow food for a living, but this land is too barren, and lack of rain, no matter how intensively they cultivate, the food they can produce is very limited, so every winter there will be wars between tribes over food problems, the weak are eliminated, and their remaining food is left for the living. This is how the orcs survive in the barren and inhospitable land of the Western Wilderness.

Muto was an orc who was not like an orc, he was born with less than five pounds, like a weak and erratic flame in the wind, as if it would be extinguished in the next moment, and the tribesmen even doubted whether he would survive this winter, so he died. In this barren, barren land, where the reproduction of the race is of paramount importance, every little resource is precious, and the tribe has no surplus food to waste on weak, useless waste that threatens to die at any moment, even if it is an infant, and they persuade Muto's mother to abandon him and abandon him in this beast-infested and dangerous wilderness.

Even a frail infant bursts out with a loud cry before he is dying, and he emits a sound on the yellow sand-filled wilderness that does not match his weak, tenacious, Loud cries for help, Muto's luck was good, before he was taken away by the hungry wolves of the wilderness, a tribe passing through this place found out, they picked up the abandoned baby, but found him so thin and weak, they wanted to abandon him again, but the chief priest of the tribe took Muto from them when he was still in infancy, the priests are the wise men of the tribe, they will have great strength and unfathomable wisdom in their poor bodies, they know how to use herbs to cure diseases, know how to guide the way in the wilderness full of yellow sand, looking for water, and using weird and powerful witchcraft. In the perilous and harsh environment of the Western Wilderness, a wise and powerful priest is the key to the survival of the tribe, and his authority is even higher than that of the chieftain of the tribe.

The warriors of the tribe looked in awe at the chief priest who held Muto in his arms, and the chief priest said, "How can you refuse the gift of fate, as fate has guided us to pick up this child and raise him to adulthood?"

In this way, Muto joined the tribe as the adopted son of the chief priest, and even the name "Muto" was born by the priest.

But poor Muto was so weak that he was so short and thin compared to his children of the same age in his tribe that people would not even believe that he was an orc if it weren't for his brown skin and small fangs peeking out of his thick lips, and as an alien Muto was inevitably ridiculed and ridiculed by his people, even if he was the son of a chief priest in a race that revered power.

Muto could not find even a playmate among the great tribe, and he hid himself in the chief priest's tent in his gloom, and in his spare time he flipped through the parchment scrolls of the chief priest. This was later discovered by the chief priest, who was pleased to find that because of his weak body, Muto was better at using his mind and relying on him to solve problems, and his learning ability was better than that of children of his age, who had the talent to become a priest. The old priest was very pleased with this discovery, because in the process of Muto's growth, he was gradually aging, his body was getting weaker and weaker, he could hear the call of his ancestors in his sleep, he knew that his time was short, and once he lost his protection, the tribe was likely to be destroyed and annexed by other powerful tribes, and Muto's appearance brought new hope to the tribe.

In the past few years of studying with the chief priest, under the protection of the chief priest, Muto was exempted from the obligation to participate in the tribal war, because he was too weak, his height of 1.5 meters faced the tall 2 meters of his clan, obviously he had no power to fight back, and even used it as cannon fodder was in the way, so the chief agreed to this, but a person who does not serve the tribe, but only wastes food, is tantamount to a burden to the tribe, Muto's cowardly behavior was spurned by the tribe, Muto was also deeply ashamed, he secretly swore that he would work hard to learn the knowledge of the shaman, become a qualified priest, to wash away the shame on his body, win the respect of the tribe, and not live under the protection of his adoptive father.

One day, Muto was called to the bed by his adoptive father, "Son, my days are numbered, and the call of my ancestors is becoming clearer and clearer in my ears......

"I'm not afraid of death, it's better to be reunited with my ancestors, and it's a joy to be able to meet my ancestors face to face. Child, you are very good, although they do not understand you, but I understand the strength and tenacity of your heart, even without my protection, I believe that you can survive well until you become a qualified shaman, and now all you lack is time......"

The old priest breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "My concern is for the survival of the tribe. This year's abnormal drought, rain is scarce, I think the harvest of each tribe will be very poor, when the winter snow comes, the tribes will launch a war to plunder each other in order to survive, countless small tribes will be destroyed in this war, and the large tribes will eat away at the corpses of the small tribes to continue to survive, and I, not to survive this winter, then the tribe that has lost my protection, will be destroyed.

In my long years, I have witnessed countless wars in which they fought each other due to the lack of food, and countless excellent orc youths fell in this war, they should have had a wider world to display their talents, but now they died for a small mouthful of food, and the tribes hated each other because of the fighting after many years, forgetting the teachings of their ancestors. It's so pathetic, so stupid.

The fate of our race should not have been like this, we lived in a rich land, where there were mountains and wild animals for us to chase and eat, and we did not need to dig food out of the soil to eat, until we were driven to this barren and barren land by our odious old enemies ---- humans, and our race gradually forgot its glory and forgot its mission to return to its homeland in order to survive. ”

The old priest looked at the direction of the sunrise and left tears of sadness, "Although the tribesmen have forgotten this fact, as a shaman, I cannot forget that the mission of the shamans of the past generations is to guide the tribe back to their homeland---- the eastern continent, the land of cream and honey that flows. ”

The old priest spread out his hands that were as thin as dry bones, and in the palm of his hand were colorful stones, exuding a dazzling luster, "These stones may be worthless to us, but to greedy humans, these gems are invaluable, and they can even risk their lives in order to possess them."

Muto, I want you to leave the tribe with these gems and go over the mountains through the human fortresses to the eastern continent, where there will be many dangers, but I want to trust your wisdom and use it flexibly, exchange these gems for food and weapons, and bring them back to the tribe, when you will gain the support of the tribe, and at the same time allow the tribe to survive this winter. When you become a true shaman, I want you to unite the surrounding tribes, let them put aside their hatred, and lead them back to their homeland.

This is a long-cherished wish that I have always dreamed of, and it is also the goal of the unremitting struggle of shamanic sacrifices throughout the ages. Please, Muto, to get your people back on track. ”

This is Muto's adoptive father, the old priest's parting instructions and requests, Muto with strong faith, overcome many difficulties, with wisdom again and again out of danger, through the western wilderness to guard against the orcs of the Great Wall, in the human world continue to explore and learn, and finally reached the south, this long, dangerous journey can even write a legend.

During the month-long period of living in the Great Rock City, after a long period of observation and continuous temptation, Mutor finally got into contact with Count Noamun, and the two finally signed an agreement after a long negotiation, with Muto providing precious stones, and Count Noamun providing grain, although the transaction was not equivalent, because the market price of the grain provided by Noamon was less than one-tenth of the gem, and he refused to provide weapons, and provided food for the time being, and transported weapons to the orcs, even if he was a great nobleman, he would be deprived of his title and put on the gallows, this iron law was established during the reign of Joffrey the Great, and almost no one dared to violate this iron law for hundreds of yearsThe Marquis de Sade, who had done so in the last place, was now five years old, and his family was bebound, and not only was he hanged, but his body was thrown into the wilderness to be eaten by wild beasts.

Muto was about to return with a full load after signing the agreement, but unfortunately encountered a war, the war launched by Julian against Count Noamun, the frightened Muto shouted misfortune, even the Count of Noamon lost his square inch for a while, and there were many people in the city, if people found out the existence of Muto, then it would not only be the Karazan army, but the nobles of the entire southern border would attack it in groups, and the Rock City, The Noamun family was crushed, so he rushed into battle, led the army to take the initiative, and at the same time let Muto quietly leave Boulder.

There was no omission in the plan, everything went according to plan, Muto quietly left Boulder City, no one stopped, no one checked, no one knew, Muto's wisdom allowed him to save the day again and again, but fate could not favor him, he thought he was out of danger, he actually ran into Sebas, the dregs of the previous era, the cunning and powerful vampire.

"Hey, anyone? anyone? Is anyone there? Friend, I want to talk to you....." Muto kept banging on the wall, trying to lure the owner of the place out.

Muto thought to himself that the other party did not kill him on the spot, but imprisoned himself here, which shows that the other party believes that he has corresponding value, and there is room for negotiation, and all negotiations start with dialogue.

But after a long wait and call, Muto could not get a corresponding reply, and the empty cell was filled with only the silent echo of the walls.

Muto's mouth was parched by the long shouts, and he was already hungry and tired, and he closed his eyes and lay on the ground, muttering in frustration, "Are they going to throw me here to gradually rot and become a feast for rats?"

"You are my guest, how could I behave so disrespectfully?" the silence was suddenly shattered.