The next morning Baroque got up and changed into a set of burlap clothes, which were obviously worn by others, but Baroque was very strong and fit despite his young age. Push open the door and walk to the kitchen!

He is not the only orc in the castle, it should be said that the orcs mostly exist in all human cities, after all, the orcs are strong, strong, and tamed, whether it is to support the façade or to work, they are the most suitable slave candidates. Not to mention those nobles, even some wealthy merchants, who also kept orc slaves, it became a fashion. Of course, the greatest demand for orcs is the bloody and brutal gladiatorial arena!

Baron Miró had three orc slaves, his body was emaciated, the fur on his body was dark gray, his face was not as good-looking as that of the Baroque tribesmen, and he even had two sharp teeth sticking out of his mouth, which was a little hideous. They had heard of the Baroque for a long time, but it was the first time they had met. What Baroque didn't expect was that there was actually a hierarchy among the orcs, and the three orcs seemed to have come to the kitchen to find food, and when they saw Baroque, they immediately surrounded them and bowed respectfully.

"Brother of the Frostwolf Clan, please accept the greetings of the Blackstone Clan, the Borg, Beaune, and Beaune of the Wild Pig Clan. The three orcs shouted.

After more than a year of finally seeing the same kind, Baroque was busy returning the gift, but his heart was moved. He had heard the Norman shaman gossip that the tribes of the Gravel Wastes had probably migrated from the far north, and that they seemed to belong to a glorious and powerful orc clan, the Frostwolf Clan. But because the age is too old, the tribe is getting weaker and weaker, and the wisdom of the orcs is limited, except for the shaman, few people have learned to write, and there is no record, so over time, they don't know their clan name.

Just like Norman, his name is Norman Brute, if it is really an orc of the Frostwolf Clan, then the full name should be Norman, Brute Lizard, Frostwolf!

"Baroque greetings to you, brothers, from the Pig Tribe, where are you from?" Baroque said eagerly to them, and he had the feeling that it was only in front of the orcs that he was more comfortable. In the past, when he got along with human beings, even if those people were kind to him, there was always a kind of estrangement, which may be the so-called race!

"We come from the orc tribe of the boar hills, and we are three brothers. Because the tribe was poor, it couldn't feed so many people, so they sold us to humans. It was very fortunate that the three of us met the merciful Lord Miro, who was not only well fed here, but also had no one to beat and scold casually, and I heard that many of our brothers who were sold to other places did not suffer at all. The three orcs looked about the same, one of them said. He turned to look at Baroque curiously, couldn't suppress his curiosity, and asked: "Brother Baroque, you come from the noble Frostwolf Clan, and this is in the southwest of the northern grassland, separated by a long way, several human kingdoms, why did you become a slave of Lord Miro?"

The orcs were really straightforward, and as soon as they met, they asked this kind of question that was destined to be embarrassing and sad, and Baroque didn't want to mention the sadness of his tribe, so he casually coped with it. Then a fat woman came out of the kitchen, carrying a wooden basin that could be said to be huge, with steaming wheat porridge in it, and then went back and brought out a basin of steaming black bread. Although his expression was fierce, he did not say anything evil: "It's time to eat!"

The men, women, and races, approached closely, each with his own bowl in his hand, and the Baroque gathered around the same as everyone else. Seeing that he was empty-handed, the woman turned and went back to the kitchen to find a rice bowl for him. Baroque smiled and said, "Thank you, kind lady!"

The other servants had never spoken to her in such a kind and respectful tone, and it seemed that this sentence played a great role, and Baroque found that the wheat porridge in his rice bowl was particularly thick, and he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh when he found a piece of cured meat in the black bread he was distributed.

After eating in a hurry, Steward Gergil also came to look for Baroque. "Baroque, come with me, the masters are about to leave, you are the servant of the young lady on this trip, everything is subject to the arrangement of the young lady, you know?" Before leaving, the housekeeper couldn't follow the housekeeper at home, and he was a little uneasy, so he specially advised.

Baroque nodded, and followed to the small square in the center of the castle. At this time, many people and horses had gathered, Miro and Serra, father and daughter, and behind them were ten fighting warriors in light white light leather armor. Julian and Kyle father and son, behind them are twenty warriors in dark red leather armor, two of which are particularly gorgeous in leather armor, and they are two intermediate fighting warriors. And in the middle of everyone was a very young woman, noble and beautiful, dressed in a robe, embroidered with heraldic patterns representing the family, with intricate pendants, and gorgeously dressed to compare Miró and Julian at once, if it weren't for the fact that Sera was pure and lovely enough, even she would be overshadowed! This is Lady Celine, a magician from the Royal City of Padya, and a noble nobleman, with the title of Count.

Seeing that Seira really brought the orc slave with him, not only Kyle showed a sarcastic look, but even Julian was a little dissatisfied, feeling embarrassed in front of Lady Celine!

"Are you all together?Baron Miro and Lord Julian, can we go?" Madame Celine didn't care, but looked at Baroque curiously, secretly saying that in such a remote and small place, there would be a nobleman among the orcs, a slave of the frostwolf clan. I don't know if I can ask Baron Miro to come over, in the royal capital, there is an orc slave of the frostwolf clan, but it is a very beautiful thing.

"Mrs. Celine, we can go at any time. Miro and Julian said together. Mrs. Celine nodded: "It's troublesome for the two of you this time, Celine will remember." ”

The two of them didn't even dare to say it, they were a little happy, if this trip went well, their children's entry into Wangdu College of Higher Education would be considered to be the majority!

If you want to go to the Terrim Forest to hunt monsters, you can't take a horse-drawn carriage. The human physique in this world is very good, even if it is a woman, she can ride a horse. So a group of thirty warriors, plus Lady Celine, Miró, Julian, and Serra, Kyle, and then Baroque, all walked on horseback!

The Baroque had never ridden a horse, and it was even the first time that a horse had come into such close proximity to the world. The hand was placed on the back of the somewhat impatient horse when he saw the stranger approach, and the horse immediately fell silent. Then Baroque turned on his horse, rode his horse and trotted slowly, and then galloped as if he were one with the horse, and quickly caught up with the group that had gone far away. To the surprise of Julian who wanted to see the joke, they wouldn't know that Baroque had another identity, a quasi-shaman. It is known as the orc who is closest to animals and close to nature. It's really not difficult to gain the favor of a horse that has already been tamed!

Only Madame Celine moved, suspicious of Baroque's identity. Orcs have been so embarrassed by human oppression that only the strongest warriors can now get mounts, and few other ordinary orcs have the opportunity to ride. Looking at the skillful riding skills of this beast boy, it is true that his background is not simple, but if he thinks about it carefully, he has not heard of any kingdom at war with the frost wolf clan of the northern grassland recently, nor has he heard of the child of the patriarch of any tribe being captured!

Lady Celine came to Trem Forest this time for a special purpose, she came to capture a water-based first-class magical beast [Green Arrow Squirrel]. This squirrel is not of high rank, and there is nothing special about it, but it is very small and cute, and it is not harmful except for spitting a water arrow from its mouth to shoot down nuts on trees, so it has become the favorite pet of noble ladies for a long time.

But with the green arrow squirrel being caught on a large scale, and the harsh living environment of this squirrel, it almost caused its extinction. Now it seems that only the forest of Terum can still see the Green Arrow Squirrel, and thinking of the poor little creature in her family, even in order to fulfill her last wish, Lady Celine must catch the Green Arrow Squirrel as much as possible.

They had been driving their horses for several hours, and they could already see the mountains and trees in the distance, which was the Terem Forest. Compared to the vast and boundless ancient forests, Terrim is not large, and the area is not even comparable to the gravel wasteland. But this forest is no less dangerous than a gravel wasteland. There are magical beasts living here, especially those high mountains, which people usually never approach, because most high-level magical beasts like to occupy a large territory and then look down on their 'territory' from a high place.

"Now dismount, you can't ride in the forest, everyone don't go far, pay attention to follow the team. As a landlord, Miró naturally commanded. Leaving two warriors from the city of Spirits to guard the horses, the others trekking into the forest. Even if she changed into a new hunting outfit and held a small bow and arrow that was more decorated than practical, the heroic Saira was excited, as if she was not here to hunt monsters, but to go on an outing!

"Green Arrow Squirrels only live on the red pine trees of Talma, and as far as I know, there is a red pine forest to the west of the Terrim Forest, why don't we go there and search for it first?" Miró asked Lady Celine for her opinion, and Celine nodded, and they walked through the tall trees, turning west from the shade.

"Maybe we should send scouts to explore the way, after all, this is a place where demonic beasts are infested, so it's better to be careful. The fat Kyle was a little timid, it was the first time he had entered such an eerie and silent place, and he always felt a chill down his spine. After walking for more than an hour, the forest became darker and darker, and he couldn't help but say

"Don't worry, this is just the edge of the Terum Forest, and there won't be any major danger. Do you think there are fat ducks everywhere?" said Seira disdainfully, and the so-called fat duck is also an allusion to Kyle being too fat, and he walks and sways from side to side like a duck.

"Is it wrong to be careful?" Kyle said angrily, and when he saw Baroque chopping branches in front of Sera to make way for the girl, his heart moved, and he said, "Besides, aren't you accompanied by a 'very experienced hunter'? Why don't you let this orc go into the mountains? If he is lucky enough to catch the Green Arrow Squirrel by the way, he can also save Lady Celine a lot of time." ”

"Baroque used to be a farmer, he only farmed, when did I say he was a hunter?" said Serra, who had obviously known Baroque in advance and knew the time he lived with Massimo, so he defended himself.

Unexpectedly, Baroque said, "Of course, Miss Saila, I can go to the front first." After walking for so long, you also need to take a break. He looked at Miro at the same time, asking for the lord's opinion.

Miró was already distressed about his daughter, so he was naturally happy to obey, so he said to Mrs. Celine: "Why don't you let Baroque explore the road first, let's take a rest?"

Although Madame Celine was urgent, she did not have the urge to catch the Green Arrow squirrel in one go, so she nodded, and the warriors surrounded their master in the middle to protect themselves, and then began to rest on the ground.

Baroque motioned to Miró, jumped on the branch of one tree, and then crossed over to another, and after a few ups and downs, the figure had disappeared into the jungle. Not only was Miró a little surprised by his dexterity, but even Lady Celine was amazed, and she became more and more sure of her guess...... This orc boy must be the child of the patriarch of some big tribe of the Frostwolf Clan!