Early the next morning, the orcs left Rock Village and headed for Falling Snow. They were accompanied by Milgah, Sandru, Taltun, Sharu, and Mondo.

The orcs traveled all the way, and Mondo only then learned that the two frost wolves of the "Wind Demon" mercenary group, because their bloodlines were not pure, their body and strength were not enough to support the weight of the orcs, they were just accompanying war beasts, not sitting wolves.

However, Mondo will not ride a wolf easily, and running is also a practice, and he firmly remembered this sentence.

Sandru was much more honest. The strength of the young man made him have to recognize, and his father's entrustment to him still echoed in his ears.

"This mixed-race boy is by no means an ordinary person, and his hunger for power far exceeds that of you. In the future, he will even surpass Millagah's achievements. You must remember to fight alongside him, not against him. ”

Beyond Millaga, isn't that the Sword Master? Sandru has always regarded his father's words as truth, because his father never jokes, and he does what he says.

Along the way, Sandru's eyes were all on Mondo, and he couldn't imagine how this little man could have the potential to become a sword master.

The orcs marched fast, and before dark, they were outside Falling Snowtown.

In the Razor Ridge region, Falling Snow Town is very famous, the only place where orc villagers trade, and the largest gathering point of the orc empire to the tundra wasteland. Mondo had heard of the town more than once, and he was still a little shocked to see it this time.

Where is this a small town, it is clearly a city. The walls around it were more than two people high, and there were patrols on them.

Outside the gate of the town, there are countless tall wooden stakes, and each stake has a head hanging from it. This is typical of the ancient orc style, intimidating all directions with death and blood.

At Gesar's initiative, this barbaric tradition had long been abandoned by the orcs.

"Show off the medal!" Outside the gate, several orc guards armed with giant axes shouted coldly.

In orc towns, warrior medals are all freedom passes. Whether it is a mercenary medal or an official infantry medal, it is a status symbol. For hard laborers or slaves, it is really difficult to move an inch.

Of course, none of this is a matter if a shaman is present.

Apparently familiar with the guards, Tarton went up and told a joke that made the guards laugh. Then, let it go easily.

However, Mondo felt that the eyes of the guards were almost focused on him.

"A half-blood!"

"Brother, look at the frost wolf beside him, absolutely pure-blooded, I have never seen such a fierce frost wolf. ”

"Well, keep an eye on him, half-bloods don't deserve to have frostwolves!"

After the group entered Falling Snow Town, the guards at the gate exchanged glances, and one of the guards left his post and quickly disappeared into the streets of Falling Snow Town.

The wide road along the central axis of Falling Snow Town has very different architectural styles on both sides. The East End is densely populated with narrow alleys leading to the depths. The western area is a high-walled compound, and the battle flags are fluttering, revealing a solemn killing atmosphere.

When the group entered the West District, the surroundings were empty, and there were very few pedestrians to see. Mondo always felt that there were several pairs of eyes in the dark, staring at their whereabouts, and there was a feeling of being on their backs. It seems that there are quite a few dark whistles here.

"Falling Snow Town is the base camp of our Wind Demons, and we have a fixed residence here. Tarton led the crowd to a corner of the West End, "Brothers, this is our home."

The so-called residence is actually a small courtyard, and there is an orc warrior sitting in the corner of the wall and napping.

"Get up, Iron Head. Tarton woke him up with his big feet, and said angrily, "How many times have I told you to go to bed and go to bed?" What a shame on Lao Tzu. ”

"Regiment...... Commander!" the orc warrior "swished" to his feet, grinning his mouth and smirking earnestly.

This guy is sleepy-eyed and looks like a dumb melon. However, Mondo noticed that the moment he woke up, his eyes quickly swept over everyone present, not even the wolf.

This is a "black-bellied" orc, and Mondo is secretly paying attention.

"They're all going to the tavern to fool around, leaving you to be a watcher, what a bunch of bastards!" Tarton bared his fangs in dissatisfaction and waved his hand, "Guys, the wolf cubs and weapons are all put here, and the iron head is in charge of the house, it's safe, I'll take everyone to the best tavern in Falling Snow Town for a drink." ”

Rook glanced at the iron head with disdain, shook his head, and said, "My battle axe will always be with me. ”

Mondo also shook his head and said, "The tomahawk can be placed here, and Lisa won't leave me half a step." ”

Milgar casually stuck the elite battle axe on the ground, and then left empty-handed. In fact, he had brought some medicinal wine and the flesh of the Frost Demon Bear, but they were all stuffed into Mondo's ring.

"Well, it looks like I can only tip a little more. Tarton shrugged and said helplessly.

The group went out of the West District again and went straight to the East District.

The western part of Falling Snow is home to the barracks and the mercenary group. The East End is the gathering place of original residents, adventurers, and shops.

When you arrive in the East End, you will feel like you have entered another world. There were passers-by everywhere, orcs, humans, and even a handful of goblins.

Densely packed shops selling all kinds of weapons, medicines, hides, and more. On the street, there are also many stalls selling scattered items.

What a bustling town!Mondo frowned, Falling Snow Town was more prosperous than many city-states in the Orc Empire, no wonder the "Clan Defenders" were so powerful.

"Winter is coming to an end, and spring is coming to Snow Town. Tarton told Millgar, "Trade with the Snow Clan will begin soon, and in a few days, there will be more merchants here." ”

"Are the Imperial caravans passing through here?" asked Millaga.

"The goblins came from Dolot. "Gesar will hand over all the trade to the goblins, and let those greedy green-skinned rats control our orcs' purse strings." What the hell!"

"It's not a bad thing to use goblins to make money for orcs. Millega disagreed.

"Hmph, I don't trust the green-skinned mouse anyway. ”

Tarton led the group to a tavern called "Ice Bear Pride", pushed open the door and swaggered in, greeting the drunkards exaggeratedly as they went.

Mondo followed closely with Lisa. The fierce frost wolf immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"There are no beasts here, and there are half-bloods, get out!" the two strong orcs immediately stood up from the corner and scolded.

"Rest easy, brother, they're my friends, have a drink and leave. Tardon stepped forward to stop them.

"Tarton, even the Wind Demon can't break the rules here. The other orc said coldly.

"Rules are dead, orcs are alive, brother, you are the one who speaks here. Tarton grabbed the two orcs by the shoulders and went to the corner of the tavern.

Mondo once heard that the mercenary leaders are all good at communicating, and they are good at dealing with all kinds of people, talking to people and talking nonsense to hell, and they really live up to their reputation. However, Millgar seems to be an exception.

The four of them and one wolf found a random place to sit down, and immediately three drunken orcs came over and shouted to Shalu, "Hey, brother, come and have a drink!"

Sharu shrugged and said to Millgah, "The Windsdemon's drunkard trio. ”

These three orcs are the three elite brute warriors of the Wind Demon Mercenary Regiment, whose names are Scimitar, Bloody Hand, and Gedak. However, in this tavern, they are like a puddle of mud, and I am afraid that even human wives can easily slit their throats.

Mercenaries make a living by selling their lives, and the law they believe in is that if there is wine today, they will drink it happily tomorrow, and who knows where the tavern will be tomorrow.

Mondo habitually looked around and then gathered all the information.

The tavern was huge, with more than thirty wooden tables, and its customers were unruly orcs, as well as a few human warriors. These humans are extremely white-skinned, but their hair is black, typical of the appearance of the Snow Clan.

"The Snow Clan also has a lot of warriors, and they generally join the orc mercenary group. Although their combat effectiveness is very ordinary, they are very adaptable to ice and snow weather, and they are more hard-working than orcs. Shalu introduced it in a timely manner.

"I've heard that the magicians of the Snow Clan are very powerful, and there doesn't seem to be one here. Millega said.

"Magicians are noble, they won't choose the mercenary profession!" Sharu smiled bitterly.

Mondo also found that in the corner of the bar, there was actually a sign hanging, "Mercenary Union".

He suddenly remembered that he still had a necromancer's pendant in his hand. According to Aunt Rena, this pendant can be exchanged for a mission reward from ten years ago in the Mercenary Guild.

Mondo touched the pendant on his chest, a little hesitant in his heart.

The necromancer's pendant, which was depleted of shadow energy, gave off an icy aura that helped keep his nerves calm, especially in a state of rage. This pendant can make his "Step Fury" go deeper and enter the deep rage.

Let's take a look at the quest rewards first, Mondo decides.