Two months later, the Dark Magic Tree Forest deep in Razor Ridge had significantly decreased by one. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The blizzard is still raging, but it can't hide the majesty of the logging trumpet. Wearing only a pair of fur shorts, Mondo let the wind and snow dance like a sword, he raised his axe, swung left and right in arcs of various angles, and slashed fiercely.

Obviously, this small 20-kilogram standard military axe is already easy to use. The hard black devil trunk, under his felling, did not appear to be so indestructible, a thigh-thick tree could be brought down in a moment.

Mondo put down his tomahawk, took a large sip of wine from his sheepskin pouch, and exhaled deeply. He looked back, and except for the two black magic trees that had been sharpened into pencils, Millegar was long gone.

It seems that Millgar has been quietly gone for a long time! As orc heroes, the Shadow Master and the Juggernaut have a habit that everyone repulses - the elusive! In the epic of human war, many mages have died at the hands of their assassinations.

Mondo was used to it. Many times before, under the guidance of Millagah, he was immersed in the excitement and grandeur of the logging song, but in the end, the momentum was not as good as the wave. Then it was discovered that Millaga was missing.

Without Millgah's howl guidance, he couldn't inspire the logging song on his own.

This time, however, he felt different.

Mondo stood quietly in the wind, silently feeling. With a sudden roar, he raised his tomahawk again, making a perfect arc and slashing into the trunk of the Dark Devil.

The blood of the beast is boiling again!

Just as the engine started again, the logging song resounded through the Black Magic Tree Forest again.

Without the guidance of Millgah's howl, he was finally able to comprehend the mystery of the Logging Song.

Mondo was overjoyed, clenched his battle axe, roared one after another, and burst out of power from the depths of his heart, and every piece of flesh and blood trembled in response.

He was convinced that he had mastered the logging song completely. That kind of cry from the depths of his soul, he came from the mouth.

At the same time, he was surprised to find that the rough melody of the logging song, as if tamed, did not cause a blood frenzy, nor was there the danger of blood vessels bursting, but only warmth and moisture.

Despite standing in the icy wind of Razor Ridge, my whole body is warm, as if I am soaking in a hot spring. There is a sense of life and vitality in the power in the body. It seems to be able to cut down all the time, tirelessly.

Sure enough, as Millega said, his orc bloodline was awakened! He clearly felt that the orc genes in his blood were gradually awakening.

Once again, a picture came to Mondo's mind: the orc ancestors stood in the ice and snow, facing the cold wind like ice blades, wielding huge axes and singing to the sky, cutting down towering trees. Despite the harsh environment, the orc ancestors were always energetic, optimistic and fearless, and their posture became more and more majestic.

This is the true meaning of logging songs! Nourish the body and unite the spirit when logging!

I've really gotten stronger!

In just two months, the body has undergone earth-shaking changes, the strength of the hands has increased almost every day, and the small standard battle axe of twenty kilograms is easy to wield.

In addition, the medicinal wine of Milgar also played an unparalleled role, which not only strengthened the body, but also strengthened his ability to resist the cold. Now, even without the excitement of the logging song, he can stand naked in the ice and snow, fearless.

The icy wind of Razor Ridge cut dense wounds through him. However, every night, he was able to enter the "shamanic soul realm" to nourish his body, and the next morning, he became fierce again, and even his wounds were completely healed.

Entering the shamanic dream realm is the only way for shamanic apprentices to cultivate, and every time they enter, their souls become a little tougher. However, for most apprentices, the method of "dreaming" is very esoteric and unpredictable, and it is not something that can be entered if you want to.

Every time I finish the lumberjack's work by myself, when my physical strength is exhausted, I can definitely "fall asleep" at night. On the contrary, on a few days off, I slept very seriously all night, and did not even have an ordinary dream.

Mondo fully proves that the so-called "physical silence" can be achieved by means of extreme physical exhaustion. After that, Mondo never had a day off, and went to cut down the Dark Magic Tree with fanaticism.

In the past hundred years, the orc tribe has never heard of a sword master or prophet who used such an extreme method to exercise both body and soul. Shamans, who advocate tranquility, have never been associated with warriors since they stepped into the threshold of their profession.

Even Gesar, unable to do both, was a great prophet and leader in the minds of the orcs, not a warrior.

After the baptism of the blizzard, Mondo's skin gradually dyed a layer of blue-gray, revealing a strong and tenacious aura.

The orcs of Ogurita, after cultivating the "Frost Stone Skin" battle song, will also undergo some changes in their dark green skin, becoming lighter and lighter, and even emitting a luster like diamond. There is no doubt that the logging song has some similar effects.

The changes that have taken place in the body have made Mondo's mind very strong. For two months, he was always distracted, doing one thing day after day - logging!

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Mondo cut down twenty black magic trees in a row, and it was not too late. He drank all the medicinal wine from the parchment bag, and prepared to rest for a while before continuing to cut the wood until the last trace of energy in his body was drained.

"Huha!"

An orc horn sounded faintly between heaven and earth. Mondo had been in seclusion at Razor Ridge for more than two months, and had not seen any orcs or humans other than himself and Millergah.

However, this trumpet sound is obviously not the voice of Millaga, the orc shadow master has always been elusive, and will never be so public. It's not any kind of war song, but the unique tone of the orcs controlling the sitting wolf.

"Could it be that my father came to see me?"

Mondo picked up his axe and ran excitedly through the snow. The snow was deep above his thighs, but it could not bring any obstacles, and his vigorous posture was like a running snow wolf. After two months of snowy nights, he was completely accustomed to the harsh climate and terrain of Razor Ridge.

Near the cabin in a blink of an eye, Mondo immediately stopped running and became cautious. Milgar was not around, and he had to be cautious, who knew if the visitor was hostile.

The first time he opened his eyes on the continent of Karen, he saw his mother standing alone at the top of the storm, resisting all kinds of earth-shattering magic, while his father was seriously injured and left with him in his arms.

This scene often appears in Mondo's dreams, and there is no doubt that the Karen continent has many unknown enemies, and they are incredibly powerful. When you don't have enough power for self-preservation, you can only stay vigilant at all times.

Four giant wolves stopped at the door of the cabin, and two orc warriors wearing horned helmets were saluting Milgah. Miller carried a fat boar still dripping blood on his shoulder, apparently just returning from a hunt.