They are in a place called the Sauron Continent, surrounded by the boundless sea, the continent is vast, with towering mountains, dense forests, fertile plains full of rivers and lakes, and of course, barren deserts and wastelands. There are many races living here, humans, orcs, elves, dwarves, and it is said that in some places off the beaten track, there are mysterious other races and powerful dragons.

Powerful humans occupy the most fertile plains, and the weakest orcs can only survive in barren deserts, or bitter cold wastelands, grasslands. And they are always oppressed, enslaved, and even slaughtered by humans, and the only identity of the orcs who survive in the human world is slaves, or gladiators who face death at any time.

Orcs have greater strength than ordinary humans, and orcs are not afraid of death, they are natural warriors, but why are they still in such a miserable position? Because there are powerful beings among human beings, they can cultivate fighting spirit, and terrible magic, although in the powerful orc tribes in the northern grasslands, there are also orcs who can cultivate the fighting spirit that belongs to the orcs [Beast Battle Qi] , but human legends have a more terrifying kind of warriors, they can use the spar of the phantom beast to conjure indestructible armor all over the body, and can reach the most courageous attack of even the most powerful orc warrior, a high-level beast warrior, and even the first level of human fighting warrior wearing phantom crystal armor cannot be killed. Every war with humans is often accompanied by the slaughter of orcs and forced flight.

Norman tells all this is amazing, but unfortunately he only knows this, and he doesn't know anything in detail. Even if he had only been to a small human city, the most powerful human he had ever seen was only a mid-level Douqi warrior. Maybe these miraculous things are just legends, who knows?

That's all the information Baroque gets, and he needs to go out and experience it himself if he wants to know more. Fortunately, at least the continental lingua franca was learned, and this is the only thing to be happy about.

Yes, although it feels a little incredible, the Norman shaman still looks at the baroque weird, as if looking at a monster. However, it is an indisputable fact that the Baroque learned the lingua franca of the continent in five days. Perhaps because of the fusion of the two souls, his learning ability reached a terrifying level, and he really remembered it, and the continental language of this world was not difficult to learn, and at this time Baroque was already able to write proficiently, and Norman Shaman simply gave him his scroll about shamanism.

The abundant ore veins once again surprised the orcs, and with an iron pickaxe from a certain orc, a piece of ore with some special kind fell down, the size of a fist, not reddish-brown, but a faint purple, slightly shimmering with metallic light. The orcs were unheard of, and they didn't know what kind of metal it was, but it felt beautiful, and they handed it to the Norman shaman to ask the shaman to clear up.

Norman was not a dwarf, nor was he a prospector, and naturally he didn't know him. Maybe you should take it to the human villages and ask the well-informed humans.

The humans of Crow Town are not all bad guys, there are still a few good people. One of the retired veterans is a rare kind person. He was the only human friend of the Norman shaman, and when he was able to escape from the human town, the old human warrior secretly helped a lot. Let the two clansmen bring the purple ore and go to Crow Town to find the old warrior, maybe he will know what kind of metal it is.

Baroque didn't say much, and the Norman shaman did so very carefully. And his mind was not here, and the shamanic art fascinated him.

No one would have imagined that the orcs of those two brute lizard tribes would never have a chance to enter Crowtown, and they were attacked by human adventurers on the way. ............

With the tacit approval of Raven Mesa, One-Eyed Qasim entered the Gravel Wastes with three of his outlaws. The orcs here have a special appearance, their hair is silver-gray, and most of them are handsome and strong. Those aristocratic ladies like this kind of orcs as playthings the most, the price of an orc can even be sold for ten silver coins, in exchange for copper coins is a thousand, if it can be brought to a larger city, and even sold for the price of one gold coin, it is a hundred silver coins!

If it weren't for his peers in Crow Town, Qasim couldn't help but gather a group of people to capture and sell all the orcs here. Of course, orcs are always wild and untamable, and most of them will die, but who cares? The remaining dozens of orcs can be exchanged for a large fortune, enough to squander for a long time.

As luck would have it, not long after entering the Gravel Wasteland, he encountered two orcs, and Qasim was a junior fighting warrior who captured them alive without much effort. Let your men be tied up and prepare to continue walking inside, and it will not be too late to go back after catching enough ten orcs. However, as the orcs struggled, something that fell from one of their arms caught his attention.

Picking up the thing that was tightly wrapped in animal skins, Kasim opened it and took a look, and immediately gasped, his eyes instantly showed a fanatical look, copper ore! It is a rare copper ore! Only copper ore can have a small amount of companionship, this is the most commonly used high metal by magicians, a pound of copper can be sold for five silver coins, and a pound of copper is two gold coins, the price is dozens of times that of copper fire!

Completely behind him was the capture of orc slaves, and he and his equally greedy companions frantically tortured the two orcs, interrogating the origin of the bronze. Orcs are not all strong, one of them was tortured to death and did not speak, but in the end, the other couldn't stand it and said everything......!

Qasim drew his sword from the orc's heart and rubbed the blood away. "The orcs have discovered the copper ore, this news will not be hidden for long, immediately go back to find the head of the regiment, the God of Light is above, we are going to make a fortune!

A few days later, Crow Town was enveloped in a strange atmosphere, and a large number of mercenaries or adventurers entered, all of whom belonged to a mercenary group, so much so that Mayor Huda personally brought his men down to see what was going on. He has a firm foothold here, but there are many of his peers who are jealous.

The imaginary scramble did not appear, and the leader of the mercenary group and Hu Dami talked for a short time, and they seemed to have reached an agreement. In the evening of the same day, dozens of mercenaries and dozens of other subordinates of Mayor Huda gathered a large number of outlaw gravediggers and adventurers, and left Crow Town overnight and entered the gravel wasteland!

When the last man was lost in the night, an old man with a gray beard asked the townsfolk who were watching the excitement, "What happened, why did Lord Huda get involved with the Sand Scorpion Mercenary Regiment?"

"Oh, I heard that the Sand Scorpion Mercenary Regiment has found some rare ore in the wasteland, and they all went to mine, right?" replied one of the townspeople, uncertain.

The old man's face immediately changed drastically, and the ghost believed that the mercenaries would go to mining, and if there were really rare ores, in the gravel wasteland, only the orcs would be the first to find out! Damn, they were going to deal with the orcs!

The old man quietly retreated home, found the iron sword he hadn't used for a long time, and entered the wasteland ............ without anyone noticing!

More and more copper ore was mined, as if it would never be finished, and five or six pieces of that purple ore appeared. Norman had already begun to discuss with the patriarchs about transporting the ore out and trading with the humans! No one noticed that two humans were watching from a hidden spot on a hill somewhere far from the mine. The orcs didn't know how to hide it, perhaps because they didn't know the value of copper, and let the ore that glowed faintly in the night sit on the edge of the pit.

"Alright, the news is undoubted, Huda, you don't have any doubts, do you?" said Savoa, the leader of the Sand Scorpion Mercenary Regiment, who was not tall but extremely stout, to Huda, the mayor of Crow Town. "I have two Fighting Warriors under my command, and you only have one, and most of them have been summoned by me. So I'm seven and you're three, so there's no doubt about it, right?"

"Hell, Savoy, this is my territory, these orcs are half my slaves, and you will take most of the food in my mouth, there is no such good thing. Divide it evenly, I won't bargain!" Huda said angrily.

"Hey, I'm six, you're four, that's all I can do. Huda, don't let us turn our faces, we have more sand scorpion mercenary groups than your men, you should know the consequences if you fight!"

Huda was still furious, this kind of thing actually let outsiders know first, and most of the wealth was shared in vain. If it weren't for the fact that his own strength really didn't have an advantage, Huda would have wanted to kill the disgusting guy in front of him immediately. Damn Misa, why would you agree to let One-Eyed Qasim into the Gravel Wastes, otherwise where would such damn things come about?

He had no choice, once the news of the matter here spread, more people would soon arrive, and even alarm the lord of this territory, the baron, Huda had originally used shady means to get the town of Crow, for the sake of the wealth here, the lord would not hesitate to kill him and control this land. From the moment he discovered the cuprite, Huda knew that his career as mayor was over, and he could only choose to cooperate with Sava and leave. Of course, before leaving, the benefits need to be maximized!

"The ore can be divided according to what you say, but the money sold by the orcs captured here must be divided equally, this is the bottom line. ”

"Deal, dear Huda, I think we'll have a good time working together. ”

At night, when most of the orcs after a day's toiling slept in their rudimentary tents, Norman was teaching the Baroque shamanic arts, and the totem poles of both tribes were brought here, erected not far from each other. One emits an earthy yellow shimmer, the other a pale blue glow. Today, the Baroque is able to communicate with the spirits of nature. His affinity element was water, and the wolf-like light and shadow that ran around the totem pole no longer just rotated mechanically, and then turned into a wolf's head and crashed into his chest. It occasionally runs around the Baroque in the air, emitting a circle of cold aura, and even others can see the white mist around the Baroque.

Norman was numb, and it had taken him at least a year to communicate with the spirit of nature to such an extent, but it had only taken three or five days for the child in front of him. Perhaps it won't be long before Baroque can really get started, and the elemental power will be initially turned into its own power, manifesting its true state, just like Norman who sends out [ground thorns] like a saro python. I just don't know what kind of magical beast the baroque water system nature spirit is, and what powerful power it will have, which is very exciting!

Norman was longing, and Baroque fell into a semi-fainting state of communicating with the spirits of nature, and they were all negligent, and the attack was ............ suddenly!