Mondo sat on the bed and closed his eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info once again condenses the origin of the soul, silently recites shamanic mantras, and manifests the soul touch. Countless touches stretched out from the soul body, like ripples of water, extending outward, easily transmitting through all obstacles.

Where the soul touch passed, everything was presented in his mind.

So Mondo saw everything inside the house without much effort, down to the extreme: there was a rotten kernel under the bed, and a nest of rat cubs hidden in the deep part of the wooden cabinet...... Visiting with the touch of the soul is a hundred times more powerful than observing with the naked eye.

As soon as the mind turns, the distance of the soul's touch will expand in all directions, with itself as the center of the circle. This feeling, like electromagnetic ripples, expands outward layer by layer, without any constraints.

The detection radius of the soul touch can test the soul power of an apprentice shaman.

However, no apprentice wanted to do so. After all, casting spells with your soul is as dangerous as using your palm as a hammer. No one dares to stretch their soul touch too far, and encountering an existence that cannot be provoked is tantamount to igniting a ****.

So, soul touches are usually only used to look around oneself.

However, Mondo is now self-taught and does not have any vigilance against this taboo. He played with his heart and unscrupulously cast the "soul touch", expanding outward little by little.

The orc villagers were asleep, and the touch of their souls passed through them without hindrance. Mondo heard all kinds of snoring, grinding teeth, and the dreams of young children.

In another room, Ugg was snoring on the floor without taking off his boots, and Barto was sleeping soundly, but he turned to his side as the soul touch passed over him, as if aware of it. The chief of Tatarbalo and the blacksmith Tark were lying by the fire, sleeping peacefully.

When Mondo saw Millga, the orc hero was drunk and lying on the ground, drooling all over the ground. It seems that at the bonfire, he drank more than usual, and slept more than usual.

However, just as the Soul Touch was about to continue across Milgar, he suddenly opened his eyes......

"Click!"

Mondo was shaken, his head as if his head had been split open by a tomahawk, and his eyes were blackened with pain. The murderous aura on Milga's body, with a single flicker, extinguished the touch of his soul that probed him.

Inside the room, Millega closed her eyes and continued to snore like thunder.

Mondo, on the other hand, had a splitting headache.

He finally realized the danger of casting spells with his soul, and if Millga's murderous aura continued to pursue and kill all his soul touches, he was afraid that he would become an idiot even if he didn't die.

The origin of the "soul touch" is a part of the soul of the caster! In fact, the power used by any shaman's apprentice to cast a spell is the soul itself.

The Great Prophet Gesar once warned all apprentices that shamanic apprentices should try to avoid casting spells before condensing the "soul ring".

Condense the "soul ring", marking the apprentice's promotion to shaman. Since then, the shaman has "soul power", and through "soul power", he can cast spells to his heart's content, and there is no longer any worry about soul damage.

"Soul power" is the source of the shaman's power, just like the "magic power" of a magician.

Gesar said that for anyone, even a shamanic prophet, the soul itself is extremely fragile. Using the soul body to cast spells is equivalent to exposing the soul to the opponent's nose, and the danger can be imagined. Once damage is done to the soul, it will be irreversible.

These teachings are compulsory in the first lesson of a shaman's apprenticeship, and they are required to be memorized. Therefore, the apprentices of the shamanic temple can only nest in the laboratory all day long, at the expense of the teacher.

For Mondo, he no longer has the discipline of his mentor, and these admonitions are just admonitions.

He quickly assessed the damage he had suffered: the slightest concussion. Take a good rest for a few days, and you'll be fine.

He endured a severe headache, but his heart blossomed.

If you can easily cast "Soul Touch", then you can also try other low-level spells, such as "Soul Shock", "Soul Impact", and even form a soul contract with Warcraft. Many shamanic apprentices, with the help of their teachers, have beasts of substitution.

He is not an honest apprentice, a brave man who dares to stand between the ice and snow to cut wood, and taking a little risk is nothing.

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When Mondo woke up early the next morning, a snowstorm had already swept the world. He had been asleep long enough, but his mind was still groggy.

The Soul Touch was damaged, preventing him from entering the Shamanic Soul Realm. Ordinary sleep is far less effective than the restoration effect of the shamanic soul realm on the body.

When Mondo walked out of the room, he saw the village chief, Tatar Balo, sitting alone in the hall and cooking the fire, and the empty room was full of the smell of parting.

"They left before dawn, tell me not to wake you up!" Tarbaro looked up at the half-race boy, wanted to laugh but couldn't, stretched out his hand, and said, "Milga is also gone, he left this for you!"

In the palm of the old orc's wizened hand, there was a silver-white medallion.

Mondo took the medal and asked, "Where did Millaga go?"

"Son, no one can figure out the shadow master's traces! maybe he will appear tomorrow, maybe he will have to wait until the end of winter," Tatar Balo sighed, "You must keep this medal of the Bloodstone Mercenary Regiment!"

Mondoleng froze, in the past, Millega disappeared, basically went hunting, and this time he had to go far away.

This silver medal, with a red stone pattern engraved on the front, is the logo of the Bloodstone Mercenary Regiment. He had heard from Bartow that Millegar was the leader of the Bloodstone Mercenary Regiment, who had been active in the Southern Burning Plains for a long time, and that he had come far enough to Razor Ridge this time.

The Mercenary Medal, which is the identity of a mercenary, means that he has the status of a warrior. The Orc Empire is still semi-civilized, with a hierarchical social structure, with heroes and shamans at the top, warriors at the middle, and commoners and slaves at the bottom.

Civilians and slaves were easily considered fugitives if they left their territories at will.

For a half-breed who was born a slave, a medal can get rid of slavery status and thus be able to travel the world.

Although he didn't leave a word, Mondo fully understood what Millegar meant: Razor Ridge is so big, it's time to go out and see it.

But what is so beautiful about a poor ravine? Moreover, what is more important than cultivating war songs!

"Kid, Rock Village is your home, you can live as long as you want. Tatar Balo said with a smile.

Mondo tucked the medal into his pocket, looked out the gate, and asked, "Does the village still need wood?"

"Child, it seems that you do not understand the mind of Milgar," Tarbaro shook his head, leaning on his crutches, "The ancestors of the orcs used to say that killing on the battlefield and sleeping soundly on the bed board is the secret of the strength of a warrior. ”

I understand this truth! Mondo smiled bitterly, when he first entered the training camp, the instructor was instilling a truth: the only way for orc warriors to advance is to fight, fight, fight.

After comprehending the power of rage, his experience became even more profound.

However, as a half-blood, he has been thrown far away by orcs of the same age, and if he is not diligent, will he have a foothold in the future? Moreover, this Razor Ridge, except for the boar man and the blizzard, can be called a paradise. If you want to go to the trial, you don't have an opponent!

"The orc ancestors said that proper rest is for a better journey! Child, you are still too impatient, last night, you should have some inspiration. Tatar Baro glanced meaningfully at Mondo.

Looking at the half-breed boy's stunned face, the old orc blinked triumphantly, "Your face says it all, kid, didn't anyone tell you? ”

Mondo was stunned for a long time and asked, "Are you a shaman?"

Tatar Baro shook his head and sighed, "I only became a shaman's apprentice at the age of fifty, but my soul power is far inferior to yours. Child, although you are a half-blood, you have an enviable shamanic talent, and you will definitely have the opportunity to condense the soul ring and become a full-fledged profession in the future. ”

He paused, and then said, "I can't understand why you were born a shaman, so why do you want to practice war songs with Millerga. The best place to go is the shaman temple in Frostcold City. ”

Mondo shrugged, noncommittal. He didn't want to explain anything, especially when it came to an old orc who had only met for the first time.

"All right!" Knowing the boy's indifference, Tatar Balo sighed regretfully, took a sheepskin from his bosom, and laid it on the wooden table.

"Since you're going to be in Razor Ridge for a long time, you should know these places. ”