Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Sava turned and walked towards the hill where he was hiding. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although he suffered some internal injuries, the orc's self-healing ability was already relatively strong, not to mention the legendary-level Sava.

After an hour of hard work, by the time I got to the hiding place, the injury had improved a lot.

Not far from Lori's grave, there was a shallow cave - when Redear expressed his desire to stay here, Sava smashed it out of the ground with a punch, found some dry leaves to put on the ground, and some food to place Redear here.

Savoy didn't expect the revenge to come so quickly, and as soon as he watched Red Ear fall asleep, the city lord of Fran City arrived in Violet Town, and rushed back after a big battle, and Red Ear had not yet woken up.

At this time, the twilight was deepening, and a red sun was close to the horizon, struggling to dye a cloud red, and the rest of the place was gradually darkening.

Sava lightly checked the injury of Red Ear, it was obvious that the medicine sent by the one-eyed Cole was quite good, and the burn did not continue to deteriorate, but looking at Red Ear's tightly furrowed eyebrows, it was not difficult to imagine his pain at the moment.

An evening breeze blew, with a hint of coolness.

Sava picked up some dry branches from all over the place, piled them together, and with a gentle split, a stream of blazing water rolled out, and the dry branches crackled and burned, and a small fire was kindled at the mouth of the cave.

Reaching out to the cave to test the temperature, Sava smiled with satisfaction, and went to the fire and sat down, thinking about his own thoughts.

I heard that the city lord of Naflan City is the former commander of the Tempest Legion, and there are as many as twenty-eight human beings in such a main battle legion, and from this information, it is not difficult to deduce the number and strength of the top human masters.

In the case of the outbreak of the war cry, Sava did not take an opponent of the level of the Wind Warrior seriously, although he lost the lead in the duel because he did not understand the opponent's moves, but Sava himself did not do his best.

In the first battle of Zushan, Sava once recorded three unprecedented battle roars, and forcibly pushed himself to the martial god level. Of course, three warcries are undoubtedly a double-edged sword, and it is luck to be able to leave a life.

But if a second battle cry breaks out within the range of control, an opponent like the Wind Samurai will come with five or seven, and Sava can deal with it. If you put on the martial armor when the second battle cry breaks out, then let alone five or seven, a dozen or so may not be impossible to deal with.

But how many opponents of this level are not only five or seven, or a dozen? Looking at the entire human race, Savoyard does not know the specific number, but he always wants to have one or two hundred.

As for the orcs, and even all the other races, apart from Savoy, can anyone else compete with the Wind Warriors? Not even a Legendary-level warrior.

Of course, the Elder Hall of the Misty Forest standing by the sea can, but only if the problem of power energy is completely solved......

Sava opened his eyes and looked at the jumping flames, thinking about it, there was only one way to break the mecha with a mecha.

Purple and gold level warriors, if they wear martial armor, they will have the strength to fight with five-star mechas.

To get a new source of energy, or if it really doesn't work, to snatch the blood essence stones accumulated by humans, this seems to be the only way out.

"Sister Lori......" was thinking about it, when suddenly a moan came from behind her.

Sava hurriedly looked back, and it turned out that it was Red Ear who had woken up from a nightmare, his eyes were misty, and two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks.

Sava reached out and grabbed Redear's shoulder: "Boy, I know you're sad at the moment, and I don't want to persuade you anything. Because the sorrow of the orcs never ends with consolation. ”

Hearing Savo's voice, Red Ear froze and looked at Savo.

Sava sighed, his voice full of sympathy: "In every city, in every village, there are orcs who are slaves. The grief you have experienced must have been experienced by countless orcs. I have killed those who hurt you. But humans who hurt orcs are still on top. ”

There was a hint of vitality in the eyes of the red ear, and he reached out and took Sava's hand: "My lord, I want to be strong." ”

Sava nodded, "As you wish, boy." Frankly, you're the most orc-like thing I've seen since I came into this world! At least, you've turned revenge into an action. ”

Red Ear gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "But I still didn't succeed after all, if you hadn't saved me, I would have been burned alive." ”

Sava looked down at his red-eared and frothy legs, and sighed: "Actually, I still have a partner, a pigman like you, but it's a pity that I didn't bring him out, otherwise the injury on your leg would have healed faster." ”

Red Ear pulled out a somewhat hideous smile: "It's okay, at least I'm still alive! Alive, the injury will always be healed, alive, only then can I have a chance to become stronger, and I have a chance to pull down the high human beings from the altar." ”

When Sava heard this, he was very happy in his heart, and patted the red ear on the shoulder: "Good boy, I really didn't save you! What's your name?"

Redear gave her name.

Savoy frowned: "Don't you have a real name?"

Redear shook his head, most orc slaves, in fact, don't have their own names. It was only in a place as long as the Blue Crystal Valley, where it was loosely managed, that it was possible for a slave to come up with his own name.

"Hanfka!" Sava suddenly called out a name. "I give you this name, and you will henceforth be called Hanfka. ”

"Humphka?" Redear whispered the name.

Sava nodded heavily: "The last owner of this name is my best friend, and like you, he is also of pigman blood. He is a very brave and unyielding pigman, who never bows to any powerful enemy, and he has proved to the entire continent that pigmen can be the best warriors!"

Red Ear listened to the blood boiling, and stammered: "Really? You, are you sure? Give me such a powerful name?"

Sava laughed: "I am very sure that you will become a famous warrior like him in the future!"

Red Ear seems to see a dazzling fire in the dark and cold world, and can't wait to get closer, want to bathe in the bright warmth.

"My lord, I don't know your name yet!"

"My name is Savoy, and I'm a tiger man. ”

......

The bonfire was burning, the sky was completely dark, and the night sky was dotted with stars, and the red ears that were stimulated by Sava seemed to have endless questions.

Sava patiently talked about his origins, the glory and glory of the orc clan ten thousand years ago, and the red ears let out surprised and shocking exclamations from time to time.

The firelight reflected in the red-eared pupils, like hope.

The same light, though faint, did appear in the eyes of the orc slaves in Violet Town.

Although the Wind Samurai killed one of their compatriots like worms, just before their hearts collapsed, Sava arrived forcefully and lured the Wind Samurai away. Not long after, the Wind Warrior flew over the Violet Pass in embarrassment, and even an orc with good eyesight noticed that the Wind Warrior's left hand had disappeared.

"The orc who killed the mayor and defeated the lord of Farran......"

That night, after finishing all kinds of work, the news spread quietly among the orcs, and even among all the slaves.

In everyone's eyes, a glimmer of fire burned.