The morning at Razor Ridge was a rare sunny time of day, the storm had not yet begun, and snow was everywhere, and the steep snow-white peaks in the distance were like daggers plunging into the clouds. Under the warm winter sun, the Black Devil Tree Forest in front of www.biquge.info exudes a gloomy dead air, which looks very weird.

Millega was still tearing wild boar meat into her mouth unhurriedly, waiting for the blizzard to blow again. According to him, only by cutting down trees in the midst of storms, like the orc ancestors, can the logging song really serve as a physical exercise.

Wrapped in a thick bearskin coat, Mondo sat by the fire, still feeling a chill creeping through his heart—a precursor to an impending blizzard.

Finally, the warm day was obscured by dark clouds, and the ice and snow raged between heaven and earth like a sandstorm.

With a full hiccup, Millega pushed open the door of the hut, and the wind rushed like a mountain, making it difficult to step on his feet.

"Let's go!" said Melga, picking up his axe and rushing into the snow.

Mondo had no choice but to follow, as soon as he went out, he was almost blown away by the wind, and today's storm seemed to be even more violent! He looked at the blurred back in front of him, gritted his teeth, and rushed forward with his axe.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

The wind mixed with the snow particles was like a razor cutting through the face, bringing a piercing pain, and wiping it with his hand made the gloves stained with blood. Mondo protects his eyes with his hands to prevent the storm from cutting his eyelids. This is Razor Ridge, the tyrannical and icy storm, as bitter and cruel as a razor.

Mondo struggled to pick up the iron axe and ran forward desperately. If you can't keep up with Millerga's footsteps, you will definitely be abandoned in the ice and snow, completely lost. Mondo knows the orcs very well, this race will never sympathize with the weak, and the only way to win respect is to rely on their own actions and strength.

"Boom! Drink!"

A moment later, the rough sound of the horn sounded in the forest again, accompanied by the furious cry of the blizzard, this kind of logging horn sounded, adding an ancient and murderous atmosphere to the Black Magic Tree Forest.

Before being frozen by the blizzard, Mondo quickly removed the sheepskin bag from his waist and drank a large gulp of medicinal wine. Taking advantage of the surging breath in his body, he roared out a logging horn with all his might, and suddenly his whole body was steaming, his internal organs were all over his body, and his limbs were hundreds of remains, as if all of them were penetrated by the heat flow.

"Cool!

The medicinal wine brewed from this magical beast crystal nucleus is simply tailor-made for orc lumberjacks. With a roar and an axe, the heat in the body rolled and shot out with the rhythm, penetrating the internal organs, flesh, and skin, and the body was steaming, and layers of stinky sweat came out.

At the beginning, when he cultivated the Battle Song of the Giant's Power in Ogurita, except for the hoarse shouting in his throat, there was no sign of heat flow on his body at all.

Mondo felt carefully that the strange tone of the logging song did not seem to come from his throat, but from the depths of his body—every piece of flesh, every cell, trembled together to let out that blood-boiling roar.

This kind of domineering roar can only be completed under the guidance of Millaga, otherwise, it is useless to roar through the throat.

It turns out that cultivating orc battle songs is this feeling!

Mondo's confidence increased, and the axe swung wider.

Cutting wood is indeed the best way to temper the flesh, and the battle axe swings high, drawing an arc in the air and cutting into the bark accurately. The whole body trembled, and the strength penetrated every piece of muscle, and the sweat was like pulp, like quenching.

The trunk of the black devil tree is frozen in ice, and the skin is harder than granite, and when an axe is cut down, it can only leave a very shallow opening, and the hand is shaken and painful. However, he did not feel discouraged in the slightest.

The logging song made him imposing, and his spirit became extremely focused, and his whole mind was immersed in the felling, and his will became more and more determined.

It wasn't until the heat of the medicinal wine gradually dissipated in his body that he stopped, rested for a while, and took another sip of the medicinal wine. Driven by the logging song, the heat of the medicinal wine rolled around in the body, as if swallowing a fireball. It's a very comfortable feeling in the middle of the snow and ice.

Then, swing the axe again!

I don't know how long it took, a thigh-thick black magic tree was finally brought down.

Mondo exhaled excitedly, put down his axe, and glanced at Millgah. The orc hero is also cutting down the tree, and he uses the elite giant axe with exaggerated blades to cut dexterous scars on the black magic tree.

The elite giant axe, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, was as light as a fruit knife in his hand. He easily split the skin of the Black Magic Tree, exposing the heart of the tree like a pencil. One black devil tree after another, stripped of its bark by Millerga, stood in the wind and rain.

The bark of the Black Devil Tree is thick and hard, but the heart of the tree is as soft as the black cotton, which gradually decays in the wind and snow, turning into black powder, and fluttering with the white snow. Immediately, one after another, the black magic trees broke off and fell to the ground.

Mondo couldn't help but be stunned, and there was a strange feeling of watching "performance art" in front of him, cutting down trees in this almost perverted way, and I don't know what kind of mentality Millega came out of.

"You're too slow, have you eaten the wild boar for nothing!" Milgar turned his head and yelled as if sensing the boy's gaze. In a blizzard, you basically rely on roaring to speak, otherwise you can't spit out a word at all except drink the northwest wind.

Mondo gritted his teeth and swung his iron axe again, in response.

"When I was ten years old, I was already hunting grizzly bears in the forest!" Milga's eyes showed no emotion, and he continued to roar unrelentingly, "You also have orc blood on your body, which is a kind of honor, take off the bear skin on your body, the orc warriors are never afraid of any storm." ”

With that, Millgar swung his great axe again, and the roar rang out again.

The roars of the orcs are the same intimidating tone to humans, and there is no difference at all.

However, Mondo clearly sensed that the logging song had changed.

If the previous trumpets were just a single note, then now, those simple notes begin to be connected into strings, pieced together into a simple and savage melody.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Mondo felt a series of explosions in his body, a melody pieced together from a logging song, pulling the hot blood tumbling in his body, rushing and spinning like a tsunami.

He trembled wildly uncontrollably, threw away his iron axe, and lay on the ground, his hand deep in the snow.

If someone walked into the Black Magic Tree Forest again, they could see that between the ice and snow, there was actually a thick fog shrouded around Mondo.

This mist was melted by the hot sweat on his body. And he himself, like a bear in the snowfield, fell to the ground and roared wildly.

"Wow!"

Mondo violently tore open his bearskin coat, quickly ripped his whole body naked, and stood naked between the ice and snow. Only then did he realize that the blood vessels on his body were bursting up, and they were still slowly squirming like swimming snakes. It's not hard to imagine how hideous his face has become.

The icy wind whipped at Mondo mercilessly, but the coldness made him feel unusually comfortable. The extreme cold of Razor Ridge is quite effective in soothing the volcanic hot blood in the body. If you change places, you will explode and die a tragic death.

This must be the power of the battle howl!

Mondo gasped, and it was already clear in his heart that Millega was casting a battle cry to help him enter the state of cultivation of the Logging Song.

In human books, the description of the roaring skills of orcs is indeed not exaggerated. If the power is stronger, he will be shocked to the point of bleeding at least.

Fortunately, after surviving the initial rage, my body finally calmed down a little. Mondo stood in the wind, quietly feeling the changes in his body, and the blood frenzy finally subsided, but left a few points in his body.

Each point is like an energetic heart, or rather, like a whirlpool of blood and gas, surging and swirling. The heart, on the other hand, is the central point of all blood and gas vortexes. The logging song is like a baton, guiding the rhythm of the whirlpool.

It turns out that this is the mystery of the orc war song.

The roaring notes can make the heart beat with it, and make the qi and blood roll for it. And when the notes are connected, it can make the tumbling qi and blood rotate and gallop with the rhythm, so as to exercise the body.

Mondo gradually came to his senses. The scene that Millega said seemed to come to mind: in the ice and snow world, the orc ancestors sang and shouted in the face of the blizzard, fought with the sky, made the blood boil, and then created the war song.

This kind of cultivation method can be called extremely domineering, if the physique or heart is slightly fragile, it will be difficult to continue, and even bring backlash, only the naturally rough orcs can adapt to it.

It's no wonder that the library of the Ogurita Palace has a lot of books on the study of orcs, most of which are written by the enemies. However, the text of the war hymn is unknown.

The war songs of the orcs have always been passed down by word of mouth, and how to cultivate, human beings have never figured it out, have not experienced it personally, and cannot comprehend the mystery of the war song at all.

"The Logging Song can help you awaken the orc bloodline!" Millegar yelled as she glanced at Mondo, "throw away your boots too, the icy winds of Razor Ridge are your best teacher." ”

Without hesitation, Mondo threw away his boots and stepped barefoot in the snow and ice, his iron axe arcing through the air.

At this moment, the icy wind of Razor Ridge had scratched countless scars on his delicate skin.

However, with the help of medicinal wine and logging songs, Mondo gritted his teeth and remained immersed in the felling, not feeling too cold and his body aching, but stimulating the blood in his heart.

The martial arts of orcs pay attention to indomitability, and physical pain is not a stumbling block, but a kind of spiritual grinding. Therefore, in the Karen continent, among the warriors of the same level, orcs can crush humans.

Although logging was the work of slaves, Mondo could clearly see that a door was opening to him.