When Mondo first saw Milga, he only had a deep feeling - coldness. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Millegar only glanced at the half-blood boy and regarded him as air.

In the eyes of orc heroes, half-bloods are equivalent to slaves.

The next day, Mondo was taken by Millagar to the far north of the Orc Empire, the perennially snow-capped Razor Ridge.

He didn't expect that the climate in Razor Ridge was so harsh that even the most difficult orc village was ten times more comfortable than here. What was even more unbearable was that the first thing Millgar asked him to learn was logging, which was the work of slaves in the orc tribe.

"Boom!"

A moment later, the Dark Devil Tree collapsed beside Millgah. The Dark Magic Tree is a tree contaminated by the dark magic of the undead, once common in the continent of Karon, with unusually hard bark comparable to rock, and not afraid of fire. However, after being completely cut down and cut off from the source of magic in the soil, the Dark Devil Tree will quickly decay.

Millega put down his axe and stared at the trunk of the tree, which was gradually turning into black powder, his eyes shining with an angry cold light, and his fangs were hideous. There is a large forest of dark magic trees, indicating that the evil necromancer once ravaged this land, a place that can be called home.

As a shadow master, Milgar was able to control his anger with ease, and he quickly calmed down and turned his head to look at the orc boy not far away. Mondo was still struggling to cut down trees in the snow and ice, shouting that unique trumpet, but without the guidance of Millaga, the momentum of the trumpet became weaker and weaker.

"Millaga, why stop!"

Mondo threw away the axe, and without the howl of the Shadow Master, he gradually lost the feeling of boiling blood, and the battle axe became extremely heavy again. At this moment, the beads of sweat on his face were blown by the cold wind and quickly froze, so cold that he seemed to be in an ice cave.

"That's it for today! Come back tomorrow!"

"Millagah, will we practice the Battle Song tomorrow?" The sound of the trumpet just now filled Mondo with infinite anticipation. It is worthy of being a shadow master, a powerful existence second only to the orc sword master, and a respected heroic powerhouse in the entire Karen continent!

"From now on, forget all your fantasies!" Miller grinned and pointed to the Dark Devil Grove in front of him, "Wait until you cut down all those damn Dark Devil Trees before you think about anything else!"

It's the Dark Devil Tree Forest! Mondo is a little confused, the Dark Devil Tree is not an ordinary big tree, the bark is as hard as a rock, but the heart of the tree is rotten and has no practical value.

"Millagah, if you want to purify this land, we can hire goblin harvesters, the other day on the road, I saw a goblin chamber of commerce......" Mondo quickly understood the Shadow Master's intention to cut down the tree, only by cutting down the black magic tree, the undead poison in the soil will gradually be eliminated, and the earth can be purified.

However, he spoke quieter and quieter, as he saw that anger was building on Millga's face.

"Boy, are you learning how to play goblin tricks!" "Milgar grabbed Mondo by the collar, his fangs of anger almost poking him in the face, "Orcs can only use axes to cut wood, remember, don't even think about using axes and hiring goblins." ”

The orc's spit turned into ice slag and smashed his face, causing pain and pain. Mondo didn't feel the slightest fear, he knew very well that although the orcs were an impulsive and irritable race, when they were really angry, they usually spoke with an axe instead of spitting in each other's faces!

"Do you want me to learn howls, Milgah?" Mondo's mind finally turned another turn.

"Hahahaha......" Millega was stunned for a moment, then cracked open his fangs and fierce mouth, and laughed unscrupulously, "With your woman-like body, if you hear a war cry, there is only one end - to be scared into an idiot!"

The improvised cabin in Millega was near the Black Magic Tree Forest, and there were no other inhabitants within a radius of dozens of miles. There was a charcoal fire in the house, and a small half of the wild boar was roasted, warm and filled with the smell of meat, compared to the wind and snow outside the house, it was a heaven and a hell.

"Drink this bowl of wine!" said Milgar, pouring out a peculiarly fragrant liquid from the large sheepskin pouch he had carried with him, and drank a large bowl for himself, and then poured a bowl for Mondo.

In the face of the orcs' hospitality, even the most unpleasant wine must be drunk in one go.

"Ahh Millega laughed, and the boy's reaction was as expected.

This bowl of wine is like a raging fire, and when you enter it, it looks like a knife cut. After the stomach, the fire exploded and turned into a boiling heat wave, rushing and swimming wildly in the body. Every time the heat rushed to one place, the body was so sore, that it almost exploded.

"Whew!" Mondo lay on the wooden table, his forehead bruised, and he wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit anything.

He couldn't describe the feeling at this time, although his body was so sore, there was a faint feeling of pleasure!

In any case, he couldn't let Millaga look down, and after Mondo screamed, he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, allowing layers of stinky sweat to appear on his body.

"This is the wine brewed from the Monster Crystal Nucleus and medicinal herbs, the recipe left by my grandfather!" Milgar was somewhat satisfied with Mondo's performance, he poured two more bowls of wine, and then threw the sheepskin bag to Mondo, "From tomorrow, take a sip when you are logging!"

Mondo unceremoniously put it away, orcs like to go straight when they are communicating, and if you give you something, you just need to take it, and it will only be seen as an insult to the master. This sheepskin bag is very good, it can hold more than a dozen catties of wine.

"What is the trumpet you shouted when you were felling, Milgar, I have never heard it in Ogurita. Mondo hesitated for a long time, and finally had the courage to ask.

"That's the Logging Song! the secret war song of my ancestors. Millaga suddenly grinned, the two fangs standing up from his strong jaw shook and trembled, looking even more hideous, and said, "Orc war songs, in fact, they are all logging songs!"

Logging Song, War Song, Mondo's heart sank, he was too familiar with War Song, the little orcs in the Ogurita training camp almost only had to do one thing every day - learn War Song. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand the mystery of that roaring cultivation.

Milgar drank three bowls of wine, and suddenly seemed to be a different person, his whole body was red, and even his eyes shot out bloody light like a wolf. Every word he said seemed to jump straight out of his throat, and he was full of anger.

In the Karen continent, the orcs are notoriously incorrigible in terms of alcohol consumption and alcohol. Mondo did not dare to say another word, lest it detonate the volcano.

"The orcs are home in a beautiful world of ice and snow, and their ancestors cut down trees in the ice and snow all year round in order to survive. Battle Song of the Giant's Strength, Frost Stone Skin Battle Song...... All war songs are logging songs......"

"Until a hundred years ago, the orcs destroyed their homeland, came to the continent of Karen through the Dark Gate, and fought a hundred years of war against the damned humans, and countless war songs have been lost since then......"

Millegar still regarded the half-breed boy as air, and as he drank his wine, he talked to himself as if he were a bard. In the end, he fell to the ground with a thud and snored loudly.

Mondo poured another bowl of wine out of the sheepskin bag, "Is this really that powerful?" he bewitched, and drank it all.