The town of the Red River Valley, a town under the city, was the fief of Baron Miró. The old baron had long since passed away, and now the Baron Miró was also entering middle age. For the great nobles of the human race, this fief was like a joke, but Baron Miró himself was already satisfied. He wasn't ambitious, or he didn't have any ambitions. The Baroness died young, leaving him with only one daughter, to whom the Baroness gave all his energy and love, the angel of the castle of the Red River Valley!

The baron was a kind man, and even his servants were kind, and even the orc slaves did not scold or scold. The taxes of the town are also very reasonable, which is extremely incredible for a high-ranking nobleman. So he was loved by almost all the people. People call him lord instead of lord baron as a sign of respect. Everyone knows that in the town of Red River Valley, there is only one master!

"Lord Fredo, Master Massimo asked me to get him a bottle of rum!" a gentle voice sounded from behind him!

The tavern owner Fredo angrily took out a bottle of rum, pushed it over, and scolded: "How many times have you been told by the bastard, call me Boss Fredo, don't call me lord, there is only one lord in Red River Valley Town, and that is our honorable lord." ”

"Yes, Lord Fredo!" the man with a hat that covered most of his face reached out and took the flask and handed him a few copper coins. He had a faint layer of silver-gray fur on his hands, which shone softly in the dim light of the tavern.

With the wine in hand, he turned to leave, when the tavern keeper Fredo suddenly shouted, "Baroque, wait a minute." He quickly went into the back kitchen, then wrapped a skewer of freshly baked sausages and handed it to him: "Let that old bastard Massimo get drunk, the sausages are for you, and you can't leave them after eating them all along the way." ”

"Thank you, kind Lord Fredo!" he bowed again, and then gently exited the tavern, as if afraid to disturb the guests who were drinking here.

Fredo shook his head, as if with some pity. This orc lad had returned a year ago with Massimo who had been out and about for many years, and was the slave of the old bastard. When he first came, he was dirty, he looked very timid, he seemed to be afraid of everything, he was trembling in his actions, and he was scolded by Massimo a lot!

Later, the young man gradually became familiar with the environment here and gradually relaxed. Usually he followed Massimo to cultivate the fields outside the town, and almost did all the work alone, sometimes he would not come home until dark, Massimo just slept on the side, and even later did not even go to the fields. And back in the town, in his spare time, Baroque always helps the people in the town, and his diligence and enthusiasm win the favor of everyone around him, and no one discriminates against him because he is an orc.

One day a neighbor joked with him and took off his fur hat, which always covered most of his face, and people were surprised to find that the young man was so handsome that even though he had a faint layer of animal hair on his body, he still did not damage his sculptural face. Some girls were almost stunned when they saw that face, even those elderly aunts were amazed. They also understood why Baroque always blocked their faces. For humans, being pretty is an advantage, and for lowly orcs, an overly handsome face will only bring him trouble or even disaster. Fortunately, Lord Miro is a benevolent and upright lord, and his rule is quite peaceful, if it were somewhere else, this child would have been taken captive by some nobleman or lady long ago, and the end is self-evident!

The orc boy left, and the tavern people quickly shifted their attention. "Fredo, I heard that Baron Julian of Wine City is coming to our Red River Valley?" a drinker suddenly asked the tavern owner!

"Phew, Julian doesn't look at his son's stupidity, he actually wants to marry us angels of the Red River Valley. What can he do? In the end, he has to roll with his tail between his legs. Fredo's face was full of disdain, and he scolded.

"Hey, Julian is a nobleman, you dare to insult a nobleman, be careful to let people know that the sheriff has come to trouble you. The drinker laughed and scolded: "Of course, if you invite me to a drink, I will not go to the snitch!"

"Haha", the tavern burst into laughter, and someone shouted, "To Julian with his tail between his legs, and his foolish son..................!"

With a smile on his face, Baroque left the tavern door, pulled on his fur hat, and walked towards his home. He and Massimo lived a little far from here, almost outside of town.

He and Massimo had settled here a year earlier, perhaps because of his experiences in his previous life, and had integrated here in a very short time. It soon became clear that not all human beings are vicious, there are bad people and good people. The town of the Red River Valley is a rare and good place, both the lords and the lords have a kind heart, and they may have a kind heart in the face of the Baroque, but it is definitely not discrimination. It's easy to feel dependent in this environment, and if it weren't for the faint fur on his body and the two erect animal ears, Baroque would find himself not much different from a human.

In one year, he has learned a lot and is now a qualified farmer. Massimo found him many books out of nowhere, which made him more and more aware of the world, instead of the initial ignorance.

The totem pole was erected in the field he and Massimo had cultivated, which was very remote and rarely crowded, and the reason why he worked late every day was to practice shamanism under the totem pole. He became more and more skilled in communicating with the spirit of nature, and the wolf-like light and shadow became clearer and clearer, like a real wolf, and he could almost see the faint white long hair on his body. In the last few days, when he merged with the wolf-shaped light and shadow, a thin ring of ice had been able to condense around his body, and a tipping point had also appeared at this time.

Baroque had no teacher, and Norman shamans died too early, and with just a few scrolls recording shamanic techniques, they could not comprehend the shamanic ways of orcs. After merging with the wolf shadow, the next must be the most critical moment, stepping over, he really stepped into the hall of shaman sacrifice, he can't step over, he is at best just a layman circling outside!

Massimo is not an orc and can't help him much, in recent days, Baroque has been hesitating, he is eager to learn from the old man the vindictiveness of humans. But he was always worried that the old man would not teach him, after all...... In the previous life, a sentence was too profound, [if it is not my race, its heart will be different].

"Grandpa Massimo, your wine. When he got home, Baroque handed the rum to the old man who was napping by the fire, and baked the sausages on an iron rack, and he had not yet eaten his supper.

"Baroque, is there still no progress today?" Massimo is already very old, although cultivating Dou Qi can make him live longer than ordinary people, but after all, the old man who is seventy or eighty years old is starting to lose energy. He took a sip of rum, pursed his lips, and asked.

Shaking his head and flipping the sausages on the iron frame, Baroque replied: "Something must be wrong, I feel like my body is like a pond full of water, but I have not been able to find a suitable outlet...... I need to change my mind. ”

"Do you want to learn vindictiveness?" asked Massimo suddenly.

Baroque was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, I dreamed about it, even when I stepped into the room just now, I was thinking about how to speak to you." ”

"I'm just cultivating the most ordinary fighting qi, which won't help you much, and the orc's physique is ...... There are really too few people who can cultivate Dou Qi, I'm afraid it won't help much. Massimo said, handing Baroque a scroll: "This is the [Dou Qi Cultivation Formula] I wrote recently today, take it, I hope it will be useful." ”

Baroque took it, a little excited. I can't wait to open the reels and look .......

Massimo had become accustomed to the terrifying learning abilities of this orc boy, and in just a few minutes, Baroque raised his head. At the signal of the old man, he threw the scroll into the stove.

He didn't want to cultivate Dou Qi, he was just looking for a reference, just like the stone of the mountain can attack jade. Shamanism is, to some extent, actually a category of magic, at least in the early stages of the Baroque discovery. Whether it is the Norman shaman's [ground thorn] or the ice ring formed by his wolf-shaped light and shadow, it should be magic. Norman Shaman was able to retract and release [Ground Thorn], Baroque just wanted to find a way to stimulate the ice ring around him, if it succeeded, he had already thought of the name of this spell, it was called [Ice Blade].

The result was a little disappointing, the cultivation method of Dou Qi was very different from the shamanic technique, and there was not even a comparison. Because the Dou Qi is based on the attributes of various bodies and special exercises and mantras, the Dou Qi Mass in the abdomen is cultivated, and then the power in the Dou Qi Mass is stimulated by the guidance. The shamanic technique is more like magic, the main cultivation is spiritual power, improving the degree of perception and integration with the spirit of nature, and achieving the purpose of borrowing the power of the elements. Obviously, it is impossible for the Baroque to take the wolf-shaped ice ring of light and shadow manifestation into its belly and then excite it............ Then he himself will be disemboweled!

Seeing Baroque's expression a little disappointed, Massimo asked, "It's useless?"

"Yes, Grandpa Massimo, these are two different powers, which cannot be borrowed. Even if I refine the Dou Qi mass in my abdomen, I can't absorb the elemental power outside my body, because it has already formed outside my body!"

"Oh, that's it...... Huh, Baroque, can you cultivate Dou Qi?" Massimo suddenly exclaimed, listening to Baroque's tone, he seemed to be able to cultivate Dou Qi.

"It should ...... Is it okay?" Baroque was also a little unsure, and stammered in reply, he also thought of a possibility, and his heart beat faster.

"Reach your hand over!" Massimo urged as he sat up straight.

Baroque stretched out his hand, the old man grabbed it, and gently urged the fighting qi, as if he had been pricked by a needle. The next moment there was a terrifying scene, Baroque's wrist was attacked, and there seemed to be a shining light outside his body, and a cold aura blocked Massimo's fighting aura, but that aura was emanating from Baroque's body.

Although the time was very short, it seemed to be only for a moment, but Massimo was shocked to find that the meridians of this orc boy's body seemed to have a strong elemental breath, and he did not cultivate his fighting qi, but where did the cold power come from? Could it be that the wolf-shaped light and shadow that Baroque said brought him? But this doesn't make sense, Norman Shaman communicates with the earth power of the saro python, but he can only send out the same [ground thorn] spell as the demonic beast, and he can't retain any earth elemental breath in his body. The fusion of baroque and wolf-like light and shadow should only be a cultivation at the spiritual level, how could it leave such a strong elemental aura in his body?

"Baroque, or else...... Do you practice your fighting spirit?" Facing the freak, Massimo was also a little unsure!