It is a rough parchment map, sketched out of several places. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Among them, in the southernmost part of the map, there is a very familiar name - Hurricane Fort. He had heard of this place during his training camp, a stronghold of the orcs in the northernmost frontier to defend against the ice trolls of the tundra of the North.

Beyond Hurricane Castle to the north, it is no longer the territory of the Orc Empire.

In other words, the village is actually outside the borders of the Empire. In the entire razor ridge area, there are many such orc villages, including a small town.

Mondo was amazed, what he didn't expect was that there were still so many orcs living in this bitter cold place far away from the center of the orc empire and outside the border pass.

"Why are the orcs of these villages, including the Rock Village, reluctant to return to the territory of the Empire?" Mondo asked with his finger drawing a circle on the map, puzzled, "Most places in Dolot are much better than Razor Ridge."

"Gesar is a great chieftain! But not all orcs want to follow him. Tatar Baro shook his head and sighed, shoving the map into the boy's hand.

"Why?"

Mondo was very dissatisfied with the old village chief's words. His father, the great shamanic prophet Gesar, led the orcs out of the darkness to build a new home. His wisdom and personality are highly admired by even humans, and there are even orcs who would rather nest in the ice and snow ravines than follow him.

Are these guys in the water?

"I can't finish talking about these things, but I will naturally understand them later! Son, you live in the Stubborn Stone Village, and in a few days, I need your help to deliver an item. ”

This old man actually thinks of himself as a mercenary. Mondo shook his head and unceremoniously refused, "Even if I did go to be a mercenary, I wouldn't have any interest in such a simple task. ”

"Razor Ridge is such a ghost weather, no one but you can walk that far!" said Tatarbalo.

Mondo rolled his eyes and was about to retort, when the roar of a sitting wolf came from outside the door.

"Lisa!"

He was overjoyed, turned around and ran out of the gate.

In one corner of the village, Lisa, the sitting wolf, was roaring angrily, and a group of orc children gathered around her, eager to try.

"Disperse, danger!"

Mondo quickly pushed away a few small orcs and stood in front of the sitting wolf. When Lisa saw her master appear, she immediately fell silent, and the fierce light in her eyes subsided. Fortunately, Lisa was tied to a large tree, otherwise it would be a piece of cake to bite a few orcs to death.

In general, sitting wolves do not bolt at night. Because, when there is an enemy attack at night, the sitting wolf can be the first to find out, and it is still quite a good combat power.

It seems that when Bartow left in the morning, he tied the wolf to the tree in case of accidents.

"Barto did leave you to me. ”

Mondo stroked Lisa's gimquill and felt much better. Last night, Barto had mentioned leaving a sitting wolf behind, and Mondo thought he was talking about drinking.

In the Orc Empire, any sitting wolf is an important armament. If the logistics can keep up, the wolf troops of the orc army will definitely expand indefinitely.

"Half-blood, lend me your wolf to ride for two days!"

Behind him sounded the sound of an urn and the sound of urn gas. Mondo looked back and saw that the little orc who spoke was a big man, wearing a fur vest, like an iron tower standing in the cold wind. He stood like a wolf pack in the midst of a pack of small orcs.

This guy is close to adulthood, and he looks very raw, nearly three blades tall.

The blade was originally a human unit of measurement, about the length of a human dagger. After the orcs came to the continent of Karen, their civilization was shattered and they became slaves of humans. As a result, many civilizational heritages, including languages, have been assimilated by human civilization.

Adult humans are generally less than two blades tall, and adult orcs are generally two and a half blades tall. This little orc is about three blades tall, and a head taller than Millgah. Even among adult orcs, he is extremely gifted and has a majestic figure.

Mondo had fought countless orcs in the training camp, and knew that these little bastards acted without any logic, and their minds were full of muscles and violence.

"Do you know how to tame a sitting wolf?" said Mondo quietly, untying the reins of the sitting wolf.

"My dad said that you can beat a disobedient beast until it is obedient!" the guy brutally bared his fangs.

"Mondo, he's my cousin Sandru, and his home is in Greystone Village," a little orc quickly explained, "Sandru heard that the wolf rider came to Rock Village, and he only came here this morning to learn a few tricks from the wolf rider. ”

"I didn't see a wolf rider, only a sitting wolf, and a half-breed dwarf!Phew!" Sandru spat and said disdainfully, "How can a half-blood bastard have a sitting wolf, why don't you give this wolf to me." ”

As soon as these words came out, even the little orcs in the Rock Village were furious.

Regardless, Mondo is a guest in the village of Boulders, especially when he helps them exterminate the Boar People. The most important thing is that, no matter what, sitting on the wolf is at least the property of the Stubborn Rock Village, where is it the turn of a person from another village to take it away.

"Sandru, please be respectful, Mondo is a guest in the village of Boulder. A little orc shouted.

"Nonsense, don't you see, he's a lowly half-blood!" Sandru bared his fangs in contempt and slammed a dustpan into Mondo's head.

"Boom!"

Mondo sprang forward and slammed a punch into Sandru's face, and in an instant, the big man fell backwards like a wall being torn down. Before he could stand on his feet, he kicked him in the stomach and knocked him to the ground. Then there was a muffled grunt, and his head was trampled into the snow.

This big guy is indeed strong, but his reaction is half a beat slower.

Meng Duoyun clapped his hands lightly, led the wolf away, but his heart was extremely refreshed, and his hands and feet even trembled slightly with excitement.

In the imperial capital of Augurita, this kind of brawl caused by disagreement is all too common, but in the past, he was the one who fell to the ground every time! Now, the sense of accomplishment of being able to beat a large man nearly three blades high and step on the soles of his feet with his own hands is simply wonderful.

He once again deeply realized that two months of logging cultivation had indeed reborn him and reversed his fate!

"Roar!"

After only a few steps, Lisa, the wolf, suddenly turned around and let out a low roar. I saw Sandru get up from the snow, take off the tomahawk on his back, and kill in a rage.

"Stop, Sandru, put down your tomahawk. Several adult orcs shouted in the distance.

"Father, let me teach this half-breed dwarf a lesson, and he dared to attack me. Sandru reluctantly stopped, twisted his head and yelled.

"Isn't it shameful enough to step down?"

A tall, middle-aged orc walked slowly, wrapped in a thick bear skin, as if he was afraid of the wind and snow outside. Sandru obediently put down his tomahawk and wiped the snow stains from his face, his eyes flashing with anger and dissatisfaction.

This middle-aged orc was thicker than Sandru, almost like a violent bear standing in the wind. However, he wrapped himself tightly in a large bear skin, and his face was tired, as if he had a serious illness.

"You're a disciple of Millgah?"

He stood in front of Mondo and barely smiled.

Mondo had a feeling of horror, as if he was facing a dangerous beast. This middle-aged orc exuded an extremely strong aura, as if he had just come out of the sea of corpses and blood. The most terrifying thing is that this breath is a natural outpouring in him, and every gesture, including a look, is exposed.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the little orcs also felt the evil aura, and they all stood on the spot tremblingly, and they didn't dare to come out.

Berserker! Only high-level berserkers possess this bloodthirsty murderous aura that penetrates deep into the bone marrow. A few days ago, when Barto was fighting with the Boar Man Fighters, he also exuded this aura from his body.

It's just that Bartow is able to restrain his breath well outside of battle. Xiu Wei may be better than this middle-aged orc.

Berserkers are the backbone of the orc armies! Every berserker has experienced countless bloody battles and died for the Empire. Their lives can be described as full of vicissitudes, and the final destination of the survivors is either to be promoted to the rank of iron-blooded fighter and become a real powerhouse, or their blood is withered and the evening is bleak.

The middle-aged orc in front of him seemed to be the latter.

"Yes! Teacher Milega is out of here for the time being, and will come back in a while. Mondo replied respectfully.

"Well, that guy is always mysterious. The middle-aged orc took a step forward and placed his hand lightly on Mondo's shoulder.

"Click!"

It was like a mountain pressing on his shoulder, and Mondo was shaken, half of his body was almost crushed, and his bones couldn't help but click. Shocked and angry, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward to take the big hand on his shoulder.

The middle-aged orc didn't seem to have any malicious intent, just put his hand on Mondo's shoulder, his face did not change at all, but his strength rose stronger and stronger wave after wave.

This is pure force suppression! One of the berserker's hands seems to weigh more than a thousand pounds. Mondo was so crushed that he could barely move, and with all his might, he was also bent half of his leg, barely kneeling to the ground.