The night is dark, and the village is still bustling. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The taste of the ice wine of the Snow Clan is very wonderful, there is a cold feeling in the mouth, but after the stomach, it is extremely hot and sweaty. Moreover, the ice wine is not on the top, and even the amount of wine poured by Millerga's three glasses can be drunk a few more glasses.

Mondo had just gone through a deep rage, and after a glass of wine, he went back to his room to rest. Although the backlash of the berserk power was not overwhelming, it was still a little painful.

He was about to enter the "frostwolf style" meditation, but the door was pushed open, and the old village chief Tatar Balo walked in tremblingly.

The old orc put a box on the table and said, "The medicinal power of bear bile is very good, and the quality of the plaster has increased by at least thirty percent." ”

Mondo opened the wooden box, and a strange fragrance came to his nose, and there were eight snow bamboo tubes inside. The name of the medicine is written on the bamboo tube in orc script. Six gold sore medicines, two antidotes.

"Thank you, village chief!" said Mondo's sincere thanks.

"You're going to hunt in the tundra wasteland, and I can't help you except for refining some medicines. "You are a genius, and you will have a bright future ahead of you, so don't forget the Rock Village." ”

Seeing the old orc's true feelings, Mondo was also a little moved, he took a breath and asked, "Old village chief, if the empire invites you, are you willing to return?"

"Karui of Boulder must be willing to talk about it. Tatar Balo shook his head and said, "Returning to the empire is not up to one person, the young mercenaries have followed the 'clan defenders' since childhood, and they don't have any sense of belonging to the empire, and they are not necessarily willing to give up their current beliefs. ”

"Child, go to Falling Snow Town, don't bring up this topic, or you will be expelled or even executed. ”

Again "clan defenders"!

Mondo sighed secretly, this force may have become a climate, and it is not easy to deal with.

Tatar Balo departed, and Mondo put away the potion. It wasn't long before the door was pushed open again, and Takmai entered.

"Young man, your performance is really impressive, you will become a sword master in the future, and don't forget that the blacksmith uncle of Razor Ridge has built weapons for you. Carrying a huge scabbard, he entered the house with great emotion.

"Uncle Tarke, is my sword ready?" Mondo stared at the scabbard with round eyes.

"Haha, old Tark is a man of his word. Feeling triumphant, he grasped the hilt of his sword in his right hand and pulled it open in half, and suddenly a chill rushed over his face.

Mondo exclaimed, rushed over and snatched the sword, and pulled it out with a "swish". Suddenly, the temperature in the house seemed to drop a few points, and it was cold. The knife was swarthy, about a blade and a half long, four fingers wide, and a finger thick on the back, very heavy, and seemed to be slightly heavier than a standard battle axe.

Mondo suppressed the excitement in his heart, stroking the black blade, and felt a cold chill. He placed his finger on the blade of the knife and, with a slight stroke, cut out a bloody hole. Suddenly, he felt a piercing chill from the wound burrowing into his body, making him shiver.

A sword with ice magic!

"Uncle, does this sword really belong to me?" Mondo couldn't believe that the thorn ball on the boar man's flail had turned into such a magical broadsword.

"Yes, you fulfilled your promise, and I also fulfilled my promise to build a war knife with magical attributes, alas, I have been a blacksmith for half my life, and finally made a weapon worth showing off. Old Tark shook his head, "Speaking of which, I would like to thank you for giving me this opportunity, young man, I have given it a name, it is called Frost, you have no opinion!"

"I agree!" said Mondo, wielding his sword, and the old blacksmith could not listen to what he said.

"The material of this knife is very rare, the density, hardness, and toughness are several times higher than that of snow steel, and the enchantment properties are also very good. Unfortunately, I don't know much about magic, so I can only carve a 'frost' rune. In the future, if you come across a more powerful blacksmith, melt it and build it anew!—I don't mind!" Old Tark sighed, and turned away in dismay.

The boy's battle today was so amazing that it reminded him of the glory days of his youth. A lame warrior will never be able to gain glory again in this life. For orcs, it is actually more painful than dying in battle.

"Frost, frost!" said Mondo, rubbing the blade repeatedly, and would surely sleep with it in his arms tonight.

But before he could suppress his joy, Millgar came in through the door.

"This knife is very good, with strong magical attributes. I've heard that magic weapons, like human wives, need to be maintained frequently to keep their magical power in the best condition at all times in order to be the most effective in battle. ”

Millega took the frost, waved it gently, and then stuffed it back into the scabbard, "Hmm! The scabbard made of ice crystal wood, it seems that Tark also knows how to take care of weapons, boy, don't let it out of the sheath when it's okay." ”

Magic weapons need to be maintained, and Mondo also knows a thing or two, magic elements are easy to lose and need to be recharged and maintained. However, a good knife was placed in the scabbard every day, but he was a little unwilling, "But if I want to practice swordsmanship, what should I do?"

"When you have the money, buy an identical sword. Boy, the weapon you are most familiar with now is the axe, and when you go to the battlefield, the one who can save your life is the tomahawk in your hand. ”

Millega was right, at Razor Ridge, the Tomahawk was his closest companion. Mondo thought about it for a while, put away the "broken frost", although he preferred to play with the big knife, and was not in a hurry. Only then did he notice that Millgar had not come empty-handed, but had also brought a huge package.

"Mirega, are you here to give me a gift too?" The night before parting was full of surprises! Mondo stared at the package with round eyes, looking around, not knowing what was in the package.

"See for yourself!" said Millerga, picking up the package and tossing it onto the table.

Mondo unwrapped it, and suddenly a familiar evil air rushed to his face.

"Frost Bear's skin!" Mondo exclaimed in surprise.

"Bear skin suit!

Mondo was so excited that he quickly took off the animal skin on his body and put on the bear skin suit one by one.

Bearskin vest, shorts, gloves, boots, wrist pads, knee pads, and a bear tooth necklace.

"Roar!"

Mondo put on all seven suits, and the roar of a demon bear seemed to echo in his ears. Suddenly, a majestic and majestic aura spread in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel the blood in his chest surging, and his whole body was full of strength.

"The demon bear that has just died, its will still exists, and wearing it on the body is very good for your mental sharpening. "The biggest role of bear skin is protection, and ordinary swords basically can't do damage. ”

"Wouldn't that be able to walk sideways?" Mondo looked excitedly left and right, but unfortunately the orcs had no mirrors. The original snow-white bear skin was dyed variegated, and the orcs also knew how to keep a low profile.

"Hmph, for orc warriors, any armor means nothing. However, you are still too weak, and if you die with me, it will be difficult for Gesar to explain. Millega bared his fangs disdainfully, took out a dagger from his waist, and placed it on the table, "Its name is Black Jade, it's useless for me to keep it, it's better to give you a carved totem." ”

This black dagger is the best knife for carving totems, and if it is sold to a shaman, it is definitely a sky-high price.

Mondo was full of joy, but his nose was a little sour. The friendship of orcs never lies in words, but in real favors.

They will either die for you or give their most precious gift and never say a word of hypocrisy.

"Boy, put away the black jade, and when you become a shaman, you will find that these things are nothing, I am just fulfilling my promise to Gesar!" said Milga's big hand clapped on his shoulder.

"Okay!" Mondo nodded fiercely with red eyes, orcs are not good at expressing feelings, the more enthusiastic the feelings, the more buried in the deepest part of their hearts. If one day, it needs to be expressed with action, then it must be vigorous and vigorous.

"These things are ordinary! I have an even more mysterious gift for you!" said Millerga, baring his teeth.

"Minerga, how did you become so generous today, I don't want to turn you into a pauper!" Mondo shook his head.

"Hahaha...... This thing wasn't mine, so I'd give it to you now!" Millega burst out laughing, took out an inconspicuous ring from his bosom, and placed it on the table.

"Use your soul power to visit this ring. ”