The night at Razor Ridge was very quiet, and the sky was full of stars. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIt's hard to imagine that a few prayer hours ago, the storm here was as terrible as the end of the world.

Mondo worked all day as a lumberjack, struggling for most of his life, scarred by the ice wind all over his body, and brought down only three dark magic trees, all of which were only thigh-thick. When he went home, the disdain on Millega's indifferent face was a little more vivid, and this achievement was indeed a little unattainable.

After all, Millega cut down trees with a pencil sharpening and easily brought down at least thirty waist-thick dark magic trees.

Mondo was silent and returned to the cabin with his head bowed. Putting down the tomahawk and sitting down on the wooden bed, the hot blood tumbling in his body receded like a tide, and he suddenly felt his eyes go black and fell to the ground.

The power in his body was instantly drained, as if a black hole appeared in his body, and his blood and his internal organs were suddenly sucked away by the black hole. There was no strength in his body, and it was very difficult to breathe.

In an instant, Mondo went from boiling beast blood to a near-death state!

Could it be that this is the sequelae of the logging song! Mondo climbed onto the bed with difficulty, and his heart was terrified.

He knew very well that in the ice and snow storm, in order to cut down the three black magic trees, the energy expended was far beyond his limit. If it weren't for the blessings of medicinal wine and logging songs, let alone cutting down trees, it would be very difficult to stand firm in the storm.

The body's energy was rapidly draining, being squeezed dry by a drop of nothing, and the endless feeling of emptiness suddenly swallowed every cell of the body, and Mondo suddenly felt like a plump and juicy sugar cane, which was eaten dry and squeezed out, turned into a pile of residue and spit on the ground.

He knew that this symptom, in the language of the Karen Continent, was called backlash.

While he still had some strength, Mondo struggled to pull out the sheepskin bag, drank a large sip of medicinal wine, breathed a little relief, and then tore a few pieces of wild boar meat in an effort to fill his stomach. Finally, he collapsed on the bed, unable to speak.

Ignoring the half-breed boy's predicament, he drank a few bowls of wine to himself, and still lay down early, snoring loudly.

Mondo lay down for a long time, regained a little strength, and then took off the cowhide gloves with difficulty, and cut down the black magic tree endlessly for a whole day, and the palms of his hands were also a kind of destruction, and his hands were already swollen like steamed buns, full of cracks. Standing barefoot in the snow, I also froze a lot of wounds.

I really want to get a basin of hot water to soak my hands and feet, but I can't stand up at all.

As for summoning the Shadow Master who was snoring and standing up for the corpse, it was simply wishful thinking, and the orcs had no habit of bathing at all, let alone boiling water to soak the feet of others.

Alas!

Mondo sighed to himself!

Under the guidance of Millega's logging song, forcibly stimulating one's own blood qi, this way of cultivation is indeed too domineering. After all, he is just a half-breed orc, and his physique may be slightly stronger than that of humans, but in front of an orc who is born with a rough embryo, he is not much different from a woman.

For this kind of physical exhaustion to the extreme, it is impossible to recover after a night's rest, and tomorrow I will continue to cut wood, but I don't know if I have the strength to stand up.

He could already imagine the contemptuous look in Millgah's eyes, the orcs would never sympathize with the weak, and for the weak, they would only despise and invade......

Mondo lay on the bed, like an old man who had run out of life, very peaceful and calm. There is no trace of vitality in his body, only his brain is spinning at high speed, recalling the past, and the scenes of this life (ten years) have surfaced in his mind again......

During his ten years in Ogurita, as Gesar's son, Mondo did not enjoy any privileges, and until the age of seven lived in the orc palace, with a group of half-breed children, all of whom were Gesar's adopted sons.

After the age of seven, he directly entered the little orc training camp and started a boring and arduous training life.

Unlike orcs of his age, Mondo worked hard to learn all sorts of things. He finished reading all kinds of miscellaneous books in the palace library, and all the books in the training camp were also swept away, including the history of the Karen Continent, various magic books, Dou Qi cheats, Holy Light explanations, Magical Beast Atlas, Shaman Runes, Herbal Knowledge, and so on.

Gesar attaches great importance to learning about human culture, and all books are basically purchased from human society, and there are even some manuscripts of elves.

His only advantage in his two lives was that he had a particularly good memory, and all the words or patterns he had seen were firmly engraved in his mind and could emerge at any time. This ability is a few points stronger than memorization.

With this ability, he not only read countless texts, but also learned ancient orc script, human script, elven script, dwarven script, and so on. In the Karen Continent, the human language has become the lingua franca of the continent, and many ancient scripts are only fully mastered by some old antiques.

Mondo has mastered so many words, and in the fields of human archaeology, divine patterns, and runic literature, it is definitely a treasure pimple in the hearts of all masters. However, he was forced to live in Ogurita.

In the cultural class, he took first place in the training camp. However, instead of bringing any glory to himself, he attracted endless challenges.

The little orc warriors in the training camp are more than happy to challenge the top of the cultural class, in the form of fists or sticks. This memory is very tragic, the so-called duel is actually beaten.

The little orc disdains to read, and is naturally very willing to teach the reader a lesson! Especially since he is still a lowly half-blood.

The only warmth is that no matter how busy his father Gesar is, he will take half a day a week to drive to the training camp. The first thing the father and son do when they meet, Gesar will put his hand on Mondo's forehead, as if a shaman had blessed him. Then, the bruises on Mondo's body healed, and the grievances and anger in his heart vanished.

Gesar spent most of his time teaching shamanic teachings. Mondo listened and studied very carefully, especially for the various details that his father had skimmed, he took notes one by one, and over the years, he wrote several notebooks, which was a learning habit in his previous life.

However, Gesar disagreed, saying every time, "Son, the mystery of shamanism is to touch the soul, and it is useless to rely on rote memorization." ”

Mondo strives to do everything, just like the three good students in his previous life. But all the efforts were in vain: learning shamanic teachings would only make you more confused, cultivating war songs would only lead to ridicule, secretly sensing the holy light would be even more futile, cultivating the Dou Qi against the atlas without making any progress, and as for magic, only the madman would teach himself......

At this moment, he was lying in a cabin deep in Razor Ridge, without any strength in his body, but his thinking was getting clearer and clearer. His mind was like a projector, and ten years of experience were in front of him: the ridicule of his peers, the contempt of his instructor, the encouragement of his father, and the history and knowledge recorded in books......

"When your heart is truly at peace, you can touch your soul!"

At a certain moment, Mondo's mind echoed his father's words. As the most powerful shamanic prophet of the orcs, Gesar used one of the most common words when explaining shamanic teachings to his son: tranquility!