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Mondo was treated with the same courtesy, and many orc village girls had already flattered him. However, he has no interest in the long and tedious banquets, and even more avoids the fanged orc beauties. After living in Ogrita for ten years, although many things have changed, the basic aesthetic of different surnames is still unbreakable.

When he heard that there was a blacksmith in the village, Mondo immediately went to the door. Cutting down trees for two months in a row, the tomahawks have long been in short holes.

The blacksmith of the village of Rock is named Tarke, the son of the village chief, Tatar Balo, a middle-aged orc who is sitting alone by the fire and napping.

"It turns out that you are the apprentice of Milga, and you are actually a half-blood!" the blacksmith Tark heard Mondo say what he meant, and his dull eyes suddenly flashed, staring the boy up and down.

Mondo was stared at all over his body, this orc blacksmith was very strong, with a centipede-like scar on his face, and he was no ordinary villager.

"Guests of Rock Village, happy to serve you. Tark regained his languid and groggy appearance, and took the small standard battle axe, "Make it like this, you cut down trees every day!"

"How do you know?" asked Mondo curiously.

"Because you're Millgah's apprentice!" Tark laughed, "and in three days you'll see an intact axe." ”

Mondo thought for a moment and placed the battle flail at the blacksmith's feet, "Please see what the texture of this flail is." ”

Tatar picked up the flail and waved it twice, suddenly feeling a little interested, "There is still some weight, could it be that this is the boarman's weapon? ”

"There's a great guy in the Boar Man Village. Mondo had no choice but to tell the truth.

"How powerful are the Boar Man Fighters, Fighters, Berserk Fighters, War Generals, or Spirit Warriors? Oh, there can't be Warlords and Spirit Warriors!" asked Tatar in a rambling voice, obviously knowing the Boar People very well.

"Boar Man Fighter!"

"Oh, where such birds don't poop, boar-man beggars can also have fighters, and Agamagam can bless them!" said Tarke, thoughtfully, turning the flail's thorn ball over and over again.

Mondo didn't dare to bother, but the blacksmith was so good that he sat at home and took a nap, and he guessed exactly what happened in the boar-man village.

"Kid, you've picked up the baby. The blacksmith finally looked up, "I don't know what kind of metal it is, though. ”

He pointed to the handle of the flail and said, "The workmanship of the handle is very crude, it was added later, and it is probably ordinary pig iron, and the thorn ball and the chain are of the same material, heavier than the snow steel from which the tomahawks are cast, and I don't know what metal it is, and the boar people often dig up some ancient goodies." ”

Mondo nodded in thanks, took the flail in his hand, and prepared to leave.

"Son, why do you bother figuring out what metal it is, the point is, what do you want to do with it!" said Tarke.

"What can be done?" Mondo looked at him puzzledly.

"Like melting it down and making a saber or a tomahawk. Tark got up from his chair and limped into the room, turning out that he was a cripple, "Come in and see my work." ”

The Tartars lifted the curtain of the inner room, and it was like an arsenal, and the walls were covered with all kinds of weapons, knives, guns, swords, axes, shields, everything.

"The guards and mercenaries of Falling Snow Town have come here to order weapons, and I am the best blacksmith in the Razor Ridge area. ”

This lame blacksmith is actually an arms dealer, and sure enough, people can't be seen. According to him, it would be a good idea to melt down the iron lump from the battle flail and create a weapon. Mondo had always been a companion of small battle axes, but in fact, he did not like overly clumsy weapons, and the knives were what he loved.

However, the orc infantry is equipped with battle axes as standard, and only wolf cavalry is eligible to use standard sabers. In other words, if you want to own a knife, you can only rely on yourself now.

Mondo's eyes widened, scrutinizing each weapon, and finally, he took a fancy to an orc-style sword. The weapons of the orcs all have a common characteristic -- they are heavy and rugged! This war knife can reach their chest when it is upright, it is four fingers wide, it is very thick, and it is very sharp whether it is a straight stab or a slash.

"When the winter of Razor Ridge passes, you can get your own knife. There's one thing I need from you, though. "The Tatars continued to study the flail.

"We're here to help!" said Mondo, in a good mood.

"I heard that you live deep in the mountains of Razor Ridge, and I don't know if you've ever been to Stormwind Canyon. I'm old and lame now, there's no way to get there!" Tark sighed, "There's a special tree in Stormwind Canyon called the Ice Crystal Tree, which is harder than the Dark Devil Tree, you go and cut a few for me." ”

It turned out to be just cutting down trees, but Mondo put his mind at ease, and it was hard to say anything else, cutting trees was the old job. He nodded hurriedly and said, "Don't worry, uncle, I'll get it for you in a few days." ”

"Deal! The sword I forged is comparable to the craftsmanship of the dwarves, and you are satisfied. Tark immediately became interested, babbled about the appearance of the ice crystal tree for a long time, and finally waved, "You go, wait for you to get the axe, and then tell you the specific route." ”

It was getting late, and the orc villagers were still holding a grand bonfire feast, and tomorrow, the wolf warriors would leave, and the villagers were hospitable and very reluctant. Even the blacksmith Tark, holding a wine bottle, frothed at the mouth and fought with Millega.

Mondo's mood was also very low, and the two days of reunion with Barto and Uger were his happiest days on the continent of Karen, riding wolves, killing enemies in blood, and drinking wine. A good boy should be boiling with beast blood and rampant all over the world.

Now that the parting was imminent, he was so sad that he didn't know what to say.

"Brother, I feel like you're a lot stronger than you were yesterday. Sitting in the snow at the entrance of the village, Bartow spoke.

Mondo nodded, Agamagan's blessing did have some effect, and the small standard battle axe felt a lot lighter when he held it in his hand.

"Killing, indeed, is the best way for a warrior to grow. Barto patted him on the shoulder and said, "Dorot has countless battlefields waiting for you, don't waste your talent." ”

Mondo sighed secretly in his heart, and the innocent and immature little pig face full of aura appeared in front of his eyes, "Bato, you can't do it when you see those wild boar people and children!"

"Yes. The orc's battle axe should not be cut at women and children. ”

"It's inconceivable that those kids will end up turning into filthy and depraved boarman villains. ”

"I've heard that many years ago, the boar people also had their own civilization, with powerful warriors and shamans, and built majestic cities that were as glorious as our orcs. Barto sighed, "Today I finally understand that this legend is true, that huge maze of boar people is difficult for even us orcs to build. ”

"However, the civilization of the boar people was destroyed, their warriors and shamans were killed, and their children were reduced to villains and pariahs. Mondo took a breath, remembering his father's heroic deeds of leading the orc army to expand the territory in the Thorn Wasteland and establish the orc empire, and couldn't help but ask, "Was the civilization of the boar people destroyed by us orcs?"

"No, before we took over the Thorn Wastes, the Boar People were degraded, and their civilization was lost. Bartow shook his head, "We orcs, once suffered the fate of the boar people, abandoned ancient beliefs, spurned by all races, and almost became slaves of humans. It is your father, the great Gesar Prophet, who leads us to reclaim the dignity and civilization of the orcs. ”

Father, Gesar...... Whenever he mentions his father, Mondo's mind conjures up a blonde, graceful back, holding a staff and standing in a storm of ice, fire, and thunder...... This human woman is his mother in the Karen Continent.

In the original world, Mondo's mother died early, and he had almost no impression of maternal love. Now, he has another mother in the Karen Continent, although he has never met and has not enjoyed the slightest mother-son affection, but he is always thinking about it.

I have to find my mother!

Bato continued, "The Prophet Gesar told us that if we fall behind, we will be beaten. So we orcs must be strong, Dolot is surrounded by enemies, including the so-called human friends, more than a hundred years of hatred, can never be resolved. ”

If you fall behind, you will be beaten! Mondo couldn't help laughing, Gesar was really a master of politics. Still, he wondered, "Bato, why are you telling me this?" ”

"For you are the son of Gesar, the prince of Ogurita. Barto's big hand clapped on the boy's shoulder, "Brother, Ogurita is not as calm as it seems, Lord Gesar is full of expectations for you, he needs your strength!"

With that, he turned to the campfire and crowded into the reveling orc villagers.

Could it be that the great Gesar is also in trouble? Mondo pondered Bato's words carefully and shook his head, these are not things that he can worry about!