The next morning, after the orcs had eaten and drunk, Barto brought a piece of news. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

On the outskirts of Razor Ridge is an orc village called Rock Village, inhabited by some old and weak orcs. As Barto passed by outside the village, the old chief of the village stopped him and asked him for help in dealing with the boar people in the forest.

Mondo is no stranger to the Boar People, and there are many Boar Man slaves in the lumberyards of Ogurita. The Boar People are an uncivilized race that resembles wild boars and is very common in the continent of Karen. They believed in Agamagan, the god of wild boars, and were extremely savage by nature and rejected all foreign races.

When Gesar led the orcs to establish Dolot, he drove out countless natives who had entrenched themselves in the Thorn Wastes, including the Boar Men. In the eyes of the orcs, the boar people are nothing more than upright walking beasts, only slightly more intelligent than real boars.

Under the bloody slaughter of the orcs, most of the boar people hid in the cloud swamp southeast of Dolot, established a more secret boar people's kingdom, and became the life and death enemies of the orcs. There are also scattered wild boar people who live in the mountains and forests, and they have become thieves and outcasts, and only in the cold winter season do they occasionally venture into orc villages and rob some food.

"We've decided to get rid of the Boar Man thieves before we go back to Ogurita, Mistress Milgar, would you be interested in having fun?" asked Barto tentatively.

"Rock Village!" the name seemed to touch the memory of Millgah, and he was silent for a moment, then pointed to Mondo, "Your tomahawk, it's time to see blood." ”

"When I was ten years old, my hands were covered in boar blood!" Barto laughed, patting Mondo on the shoulder, "Don't worry, young man, take those robbers like a running dark magic tree and cut them down." ”

Orcs have always acted decisively. As soon as he finished speaking, he went out and prepared for action.

Four orcs, four sitting wolves.

Millega walked directly in front of a frost wolf, this wolf was very strong, and its eyes showed a ferocious cold light, however, under the gaze of the Shadow Master, it meekly lowered its head and coquettishly befell his feet like a puppy.

"Mondo, these sitting wolves have been domesticated, don't be afraid, sit on them boldly. Bartow tugged at the noose around the wolf's neck.

The frost wolf is a specialty of the orc's homeland, and it is several times stronger than the gray wolf of the Karen continent. After all, an adult orc warrior generally weighs two hundred kilograms, and has weapons and equipment of at least eighty kilograms, which can be carried on orcs, which shows how strong a sitting wolf is. And the eyes of these wolves are full of wildness and cruelty, and the so-called tame is only relative to its owner.

"Whew!" the wolf's mouth with interlaced teeth gasped for bloody breath and let out a low growl, as if to warn or provoke.

Instead of flinching, Mondo confidently stretched out his hand and chanted a shamanic mantra.

Shamans can communicate with the spirits of beasts, so every shaman has at least one beast to walk on. Mondo had already crossed the threshold of shamanism, and although he was not even an apprentice, he believed that he could still communicate with a domesticated sitting wolf.

Sure enough, under the shaman's spell, the sitting wolf's eyes gradually became gentle, and a friendly murmur came out of his throat.

Mondo stepped onto the back of the sitting wolf, shouted, "Huha!" and galloped away in the snowstorm.

"Shaman spell!" Bato and Uger were both full of surprise, the ten-year-old shaman was a rare genius in the orc tribe, worthy of being the son of the Great Prophet. The brothers excitedly harnessed the wolf and followed closely.

Riding a wolf is the most desired dream of all the little orcs of Ogurita. Mondo rode on top of the sitting wolf, suppressing the excitement in his heart, carefully figuring out every control skill. Soon, he understood that it was not difficult to ride a wolf, provided that you could communicate with the wolf and understand some wolf language.

With the orc blood of the Frostwolf Clan, Mondo has an innate talent for communicating with wolves, not to mention that he has stepped into the threshold of shamanism. Soon, he became intimate with the sitting wolf, and he could clearly feel the other party's emotional changes.

"Hoo!" Mondo shouted, sending a signal to accelerate, and the wolf suddenly jumped and galloped like a gallop.

After running in the wind and snow for half a day, Mondo stopped on a hillside and saw an orc-like village in the distance, with everything in view from top to bottom. He couldn't believe that in a remote and cold place like Razor Ridge, there were still orc villages.

The sitting wolf let out a few wolf howls at the right time to inform the orc warrior of the arrival. On the lookout at the entrance of the village, an orc villager blew a horn, which was very long, not a battle horn, but a sign of arrival.

Moments later, four wolf-riding warriors appeared at the gates of the village.

"Venerable Wolf Rider Warrior, I am the village chief of Rock Village, welcome to the village!" An old orc, on crutches, led a group of old and young women and children, respectfully stood at the gate of the village to greet him.

In the entire orc village, there are only a few strong men as militia, which is very common in Dolot. The orc empire has only been established for more than ten years, and in the past few years, it has been fighting with humans endlessly, in addition to humans, there are many hostile forces around the empire, in order to defend their homeland, adult orcs generally join the army, or become mercenaries.

"Millaga, I wanted to send someone up the mountain to find you, but I didn't expect you to come with the wolf warriors, and the stubborn stone village was saved. "The old village chief has obviously known the orc shadow master for a long time.

"Lord Tatar, this half-blood orc is my student. Milga pointed to Mondo, "If you have any problems in the village in the future, you can all look for him." ”

Millaga's words made the old and weak women and children of the Stubborn Stone Village exclaim, and the eyes of some little orcs shot a hot light, and the anger was undisguised on their faces: the lowly half-blood orcs turned out to be the apprentices of the wolf knight, but it was a pity that a frost wolf.

If they knew that Millega had become a Shadow Master and had the rank of hero, they would probably be so jealous that they would vomit blood and desperately seek a duel with Mondo. The disciple of the orc hero is not only a glory, but also means a bright future.

Mondo had mixed feelings in his heart, he remembered that two months ago, when he first met Milga, this arrogant orc shadow master, how disdainful his eyes were, in front of Gesar, said in a cold tone, "It's okay for me to teach him, but he is not qualified to be my disciple......"

After two months of desperate cultivation, in exchange for reborn changes, it was only now that he was recognized by Miller and became his disciple.

Mondo clenched the battle axe in his hand, and his eyes became more confident and determined.

Milgar chatted with the old orc village chief a few more words, and knew that a few young orcs had gone to the mountains before dawn to track down the traces of the boar people. The four wolf-riding warriors did not accept the village chief's retention, and instead ran directly into the depths of the mountain forest.