For the past two days, they have been on the road at an even pace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info set out from the stone mound of the sleeping god and headed east, climbed over the Amorad Mountains, dodged the defensive fortresses built on the mountains by many orcs, and finally entered the border of the High Rock Country.

High Rock, the eastern region of the Skyrim Continent. The land is barren and the climate is dry, and there are few crops that can be grown, except for drought-tolerant fungi such as swan mushrooms, which grow in rocky formations in the mountains, and a small number of pods that are planted in farmers' vegetable gardens.

Although the land is barren and cannot be cultivated for more cash crops, there are abundant ore resources buried beneath the unique terrain. There are two classes available to orcs, dragon hunters and miners.

Rex remembered that his orc friend, the young general Zuk Odom, had invited him to visit the Orc capital, but he didn't have time to travel to Dragonbone City today. The most important task at the moment is to find the Arcane God and retrieve the purification potion. But deep down, he never gave up on the idea of knowing the life of a dragon hunter.

He and Babas make their way to the Temple of Oak Hearts in an abandoned mountain mine. It was the middle of autumn, the maple leaves were scattered, and the silent valley was empty and desolate, and no living creatures could be heard except for a few distant bird calls. He stepped on the gravel as he walked forward, the iron boots on his feet making a "clattering" sound.

The mountain roads built by the miners were potholed and uneven, making it difficult to get there. Though they were tired and tired, and their faces were sad, their faith was unwavering and unwavering, and they did not rest until they reached the temple.

Located on the cliffs on the eastern side of the Fair Rift Valley, the Oak Heart Temple is easily accessible from the nearby orc village along a minecart-run road. Standing on a gravel road, Rex looked out at the domed temple looming ahead, and he knew that the end of the trip was not far off.

He was so happy that his steps were light, and Babas was in good spirits, jumping merrily and tirelessly among the stone bushes. Rex also noticed that the small hills interspersed between the rocks were overgrown with red flying mushrooms.

They didn't stop to observe the fungus and kept going. Approaching the dome on the edge of the cliff, he came across a giant stone door with a pointed roof. The door posts and door frames are stacked with a square of polished high-rock silver ore, which is both beautiful and solid. After hundreds of years of wind and rain, although it is somewhat broken, it is still very intact overall. It was covered with moss and thorny vines, and even carved into the cracks left by the forces of nature.

Upon closer inspection, Rex recognized the name carved into the tall doorframe, "Fort Shore", and the signature of Victor, the god of arcane.

He and Barbas admired the buildings and admired the skills of the orc craftsmen. He lingered in front of the gate for ten minutes before entering the gate and going to the Dome of Oak Heart to find Victor.

At this moment, a white tiger suddenly sprang out from the nearby rock. The beast stood like a ghost on the rocky shore with its teeth and claws, and let out a fierce roar. They were startled, Rex retreated in panic, and Barbas sprang out of the way, out of the way. But instead of moving away from his friend, he stopped near Rex and formed a triangle between him and the White Tiger.

The white tiger jumped down from the rock and stopped in front of the two men, roaring and roaring in anger to intimidate the two intruders into stopping. It was like a swordsman, pacing in circles around Rex and Barbas. His ears were flat, a hateful look shot out of his eyes, and his lips shrunk up, revealing two fangs. The crimson tongue curled up and drooled.

Rex was timid at the killer's ferocity, the fear that came from his soul and left him not strong enough to fight it. He believed that even if he united with Babas, the best outcome of the battle would be to lose both.

The White Tiger is steady and orderly, showing the calm qualities that are characteristic of a killer. At the same time, constantly roaring and provoking opponents, trying to lure them into attacking themselves. It saw a triumphant look in their restless eyes.

The white tiger calmly surrounded them, his expression relaxed, and he didn't care. Their vigilance was obvious, Rex held the nightingale and held the blade of his sword across his chest, and he would not hesitate to stab the white tiger if he dared to pounce on him, but his nerves were tense, and his mind kept guessing and judging the white tiger's intentions and the direction of his attack. Barbas barked loudly, erected his hair, lowered his head and prepared to jump up and fight.

The three of them stalemate and circled three times, and the white tiger roared and slammed down on Babas, like a mountain pressing down. Barbas screamed, jumped up like a compressed spring and jumped twice to the side to escape, and the white tiger pounced, twisted its tail and quickly turned and jumped up again, pounced on Rex who was rushing over.

Poor Rex was so nervous that he forgot to take precautions in pursuit, and he couldn't dodge, and was thrown to the ground by the white tiger.

He was startled, and only when he fell did he react and realize that his situation was not good. The white tiger's front paws clasped on the shoulders of the opponent and began to tear violently, like against an elk or a rabbit.

Rex yelled in pain. At the same time, he used his blade to withstand the White Tiger's powerful attacks and fangs. The white tiger scratched several times with his claws, only scratching his leather armor and clothes, and slashing his shoulders. None of them caused him fatal injuries. This effort made the White Tiger even more annoyed and angry, and he opened his bloody mouth and bit down on Rex's bare throat.

It was too late, and Rex used all the strength he could muster to turn his head to the left to avoid the White Tiger's blow. Immediately after, the White Tiger's second attack struck.

Like an angry tiger, Babas jumped on the back of the white tiger from the side, biting the back of its neck and roaring fiercely.

The White Tiger let out a terrifying roar, and Barbas's attack had an effect. It had to abandon the ground with little ability to fight back, and turn to deal with the wolf that had bitten the back of its neck, and Rex was crushed by two beasts and nearly suffocated. Thankfully, they scuffled and left him.

Rex quickly got up, dagger in hand, ready to go over to assist his partner in the battle against the White Tiger.

At this moment, a hoarse voice stopped the white tiger's movements. As if under the control of magic, the white tiger no longer attacked Babas at his feet, and his wide open mouth slowly shrank back, releasing his iron claw-like toes, and then looking back in the direction from which the voice came.

Babas seized the opportunity for the white tiger to wander and broke free from the grip of his feet. Quickly flee from the feet of the White Tiger back to Rex. The battle is stopped, the White Tiger is quiet, Rex and Barbas stop fighting, and a figure appears on the battlefield and changes the outcome of the battle.

Rex saw a stocky old man appear in front of them. What caught Rex's attention the most was the old man's red-orange hair, like a flame on his head. He had a luxuriant beard, orange-red in color, and because of the large number of them, they were braided into many small braids. His face was as round as the full moon of fifteen, and his skin was ruddy, and he didn't show any signs of age. His eyes were small, grayish-brown, and his nose was round and large, with a fat face on his round face. The old man's lips were thin, almost all hidden under the thick whiskers.

He wore a simple gray-black mage robe, and held a deadwood cane. Standing with a smile on his face, Rex thinks he's an out-and-out optimist.

"Ulam, you stand down. The old man commanded.

The white tiger meowed, then stuck out its tongue and licked the white nose, and roared contemptuously at Rex and Barbas before wagging its tail back to the old man like a puppy.

Rex felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, as if it had been torn. He glanced at it, only to realize that the leather armor had already been scratched by the white tiger. Barbas stood in front of the old man and barked wildly, rushing left and right like a big bird protecting a child, blocking him from getting closer to Rex.

The old man smiled and stopped, and said to Babas, "You're doing well, I know you're worried about your friend." Rest assured, I won't hurt him. ”

He glanced at Rex from afar, turned and left. At the same time, say aloud, "If you are here to see me, please come with me." ”

The old man left on his own, and the white tiger followed the old man and left.

"Master, why did you allow them to enter the Temple of the Oak Heart? White Tiger asked.

"Ulam, you see, they brought greetings from old friends. ”

They walked forward as they spoke.

"Rex, what does he mean?" asked Barbas looking back, blank.

Rex looked at their backs and said with a smile, "The Arcane God has invited us to his temple, come on, let's follow him." ”

They followed the old man to the Temple of the Heart of the Oak, the domed building. The temple is home to many purple crystal gems of all sizes. Faced with the dazzling array of gems, he and Barbas couldn't close their mouths in amazement for a long time.

The old man led them through the hall to an alchemy laboratory, where Rex saw an alchemy lab table against the wall in the center, with a large magic crystal ball on it, and two sets of rune patterns drawn on each side of the table.

After they had visited the laboratory, the old man instructed the white tiger to bring two glasses of wine and handed them to Rex and Babas.

"I am Victor, the god of the arcane," the old man began, his voice high and powerful. "Who are you? What did Talos tell you to do at the Oak Heart Temple?"

Rex was puzzled by the old man's questioning and had to explain to him, "I'm sorry, I don't know who Talos is. We have been entrusted by an old gentleman to have mercy and give him a cup of purifying potion to save his pet bear. The dark magic of the Demon Lord Merus Dagon has polluted the bear's heart and taken its will, turning the bear into an evil demon bear, and now only your purification potion can save it and help him. ”

"Oh oh!" Victor squinted and sighed, "I see, he didn't tell you his name?"

"I'm sorry, but who are you referring to?"

"The Demon God of the North, Talos, the God of Storms, that bear is his guardian. Victor said, "Hahaha, it's funny, I didn't expect you to have this catastrophe, it's really retribution." ”

Rex felt that Victor's words had a smack, a sneer from the sidelines.