In the days since the teacher-student relationship was formalized, Hamuro selflessly taught Logosh countless scientific secrets, such as mashing toothleaf grass and mixing it with lemon juice to make an invisible poisonous gas that kills people, soaking dragon rock in a mixture of wolf blood and hedron powder for more than three days to carve it with conventional tools, and violently shaking the ghost fire oil refined and processed from iron pine oil can cause a devastating explosion on an uncontrollable scale. The first-time teacher of Hamush occasionally discussed the way of shamanism with Logosh in his experiments, teaching his disciples how to perceive and control the ubiquitous elements of nature, but unfortunately Logosh did not achieve the results that Halo expected in this profound knowledge - the little giant who was passionate about the blades forged by blacksmiths finally chose to be a mighty warrior, and his thirst for muscles made him run counter to the shamanic way of improving the realm through meditation, and he did not have the opportunity to realize the mystery that Hamuro spent years of painstakingly contemplating.

"Uh...... The Great Chief ......"

The sudden call distracted Hamulo's memories of the past, and he slowly turned around to look at the orc standing in the doorway.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to see the kids. The orc continued.

Hamulo took a step back in silence, his eyes not taking a moment off the fabric that the orcs had wrapped around as a cloak—the emblem of the spear piercing the sun was clearly embroidered in the center of the fine cloth with gold trim on a red background, and it was evident that it had once been a banner flying over the heads of the cavalry. Hamulo recognized this flag, and the army that wantonly slaughtered the people in Alballad more than ten years ago held the same banner as it, pulled down the statue of the king in the city square, and completely destroyed the civilization that had stood for a hundred years.

The orc cautiously stepped forward and rubbed the baby's belly, her eyes as loving as Hamulo did when she looked at him.

"You're Shaqil. Hamulo asked.

"Yes, Grand Chief. Charkiel faced the old orc and bent down respectfully, a beautiful necklace of shells falling from her chest, reflecting the faint moonlight swaying in mid-air.

"I have heard the chiefs of other clans mention that Logosh had married a beautiful, virtuous and wise wife, but I did not expect him to marry a shaman. ”

Hamulo's tone was a little too deep, and the unknown Shaqier was embarrassed not to know how to continue, after all, she really couldn't think of anything strange about marrying a shaman. The atmosphere was strangely silent for a long time, and Xia Qier, who found that Hamulo had been staring at the necklace, asked timidly: "Great Chief, this chain ......"

"The workmanship is exquisite. The old orc interrupted Charkiel's question. Hamulo also has some memories of this shell necklace. On the day when Logosh first argued with his teacher over whether the warrior's martial arts and the shamanic way could be cultivated at the same time, Hamulo took the necklace from the cabinet and gave it to his disciple, telling him that everything has principles and boundaries, and that in the future, he should devote himself to the study of nature, and not bury his unique talent for the sake of martial arts. But Logosh never wore the necklace, which symbolized his shamanic status.

"It was a wedding gift from Logos. He said it was left to him by his father, recording one of his most precious moments. Xia Qi burst into tears as she spoke, but the corners of her mouth curled, "I know he just wants to make me happy." He had been sent to Occam for as long as he could remember, and died of illness before he could return to the old Tamir chieftain. He can't even remember what his father looks like, where the most precious time came from. ”

Listening to Chargil's story, Hamulo also unconsciously wept, tears first soaked his dry eyes from staying up late, and then like a torrent of bursting embankments, dripping all over the wrinkled cheeks of the old orc.