"Honorable Great Chief, is this child saved?" Hamulo had just wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and sat down to rest, when the young orc couldn't wait to ask.

"My life is saved for the time being, but I have never seen this disease, and I have to ask another master to cure it. The old orc said as he looked among the Shattered Bladed Orcs huddled in the room, catching a glimpse of two boys about the same age as Logosh, but not his beloved. "Is Logosh left behind?" asked Hamulo.

Hearing Logosh's name, the light in the young orc's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he sighed sadly, and then explained to the old orc: "Logosh died in honor. ”

"Ahh "And ...... took his weapon?"

The young orc drew the battle axe from his back, held it horizontally in front of him with his left hand, and said, "Dear Great Chief, my name is Ryktar. Logosh had a middle-aged child, and the child was still in infancy, unable to lead the clan, so I temporarily inherited his blade 'Mangthorn' and served as the chief of the Shatterblade Clan. ”

Hamulo looked at the young man who called himself Ryktar, and he really couldn't see anything unusual about him, except that his listless eyes probably flashed with the same persistence as Logosh, which was an explanation to the old orc.

"The child is placed with me, you just lead the people to have a good rest, and we will talk about anything tomorrow." Hamuro casually dealt with Ryktar, apparently not very happy with the heir chosen by his beloved disciple. However, he also knew that even if he personally shaped Logosh into a hero, he never could understand Logosh's heart.

"Great Chief, this child is Logosh alone, please be sure to ......" Ryktar was still unrecognizable, and in the blink of an eye, he was dragged out of the room by the arms of the other two Shatterbladed orcs, and the other orcs who were crowded in the room also dispersed.

Hamulo quietly came to the bed and caressed the baby's hot head. I don't know if it was because he felt the roughness of the old orc's palm, the dying little guy frowned slightly, and subconsciously kicked his bent calf twice. "You're like your father, and you're going to be a mischievous mischievous when you grow up. The old orc sighed with a smile. He couldn't help but miss little Logosh who had accidentally knocked over the ghost oil in the lab and nearly blew up half of Occam, when the little mischievous little one was eight years old, but he was already nearly six feet tall, a little giant among his peers. As the son of a chieftain, Logosh was sent to Occam for five years of his best education, but during these five years he did not spend a day in the classroom in peace, either soaking in the shops of the high street and watching the blacksmiths forge weapons, or sneaking into Hamulo's laboratory to survive, and most of Hamulo's laboratory equipment and materials were destroyed in the hands of this curious boy. It is to be congratulated that his persistent curiosity eventually impressed Hamuro and helped him become Hamulau's first alchemy student.