In the orc's hut, the door panels have been reinstalled, and although there is still some leakage, it is much better than the baptism of the rain that is half open and directly facing the rainstorm.

The room was small, with a slightly damp bed in the corner and a few changes of clothes piled up. The candle flame flickered on the small wooden table, revealing a few slices of hard bread on the plate below, and some bits of bacon. Everything as far as the eye can see is tattered and shrouded in darkness, and such a scene is hardly reminiscent of the concept of "home" or "abode".

At this time, Grohl was sitting on the bed, the broken leg being held by the half-elf, examining the injury. At the doorway, Gavira was holding a vial of muscle gel, and by the light, she was doing a simple treatment of the wound on Zal's face.

"Don't move. The Wood Elf's fingers were covered with milky ointment, which was applied to Zal's eyebrow bone one by one like a clay sculpture.

And Zal's expression was a little painful twitching, to be honest, it didn't hurt much when he was beaten, and after the real beating, Zal found that his cheeks were hot.

"......Shh......h

However, instead of slowing down, Gavila's movements became more brutal. "Why don't you come by yourself?" he wiped it twice.

On the bed, Grohl hadn't spoken since he had been helped back to the hut, but mechanically followed the half-elf's instructions and made various movements with his injured right leg. He felt awkward, as if this was not his cabin at all, but somewhere else.

His eyes were a little evasive, and from time to time he glanced in the direction of Zal, quietly watching. There are several times. His mouth was already open, and he tried to speak, but finally closed it again, twisting his head to the side.

But this time, as if he had made up his mind, he gritted his teeth hard. spoken. "Hug, I'm sorry......" he said in a rough voice, and quickly added, "And, thank you." After saying that, as if he had finished an extremely difficult battle, he let out a long breath and calmed his eyes.

Zal smiled indifferently, but his smile was a little ugly now. "No," he said, turning his head. However, he was pulled by the wood elf's head, "I mean, such a small injury is nothing. With that, he turned the conversation to what everyone was more concerned about, "How is his leg?" he asked the half-elf.

For a moment, the orc's gaze fell on Cadius's face with some nervousness, and even Gavira turned her head to look at it. I saw the half-elf finally pinch the orc's knee a few times. He gently rested his legs on the bed and sat down in a chair.

"Although the optimal time for treatment has been delayed. But fortunately, the force was relatively crisp when he was injured, and he didn't cause crushing wounds, so it took a little more time at most," said the half-elf, "It shouldn't be difficult to recover." He just finished speaking. The remaining three people in the hut breathed a sigh of relief together.

"Thank you, and in the name of our ancestors, please accept my sincerest thanks. The orc bowed to the half-elf with great solemnity and thanked him.

The half-elf waved his hand nonchalantly and continued. "Thank you doesn't have to be. I'll give you an address in a moment, start tomorrow, go straight to me and start treating your leg injury. He looked at the orc's hut, "Well, you're probably not going to have time to get back here in the short term, so bring everything you need with you." ”

The orc listened and nodded, but soon a look of embarrassment appeared on his face. "But, but...... I, I don't have any money......" his voice lowered.

"No, I don't need your silver table," the half-elf took a sip of the small wine bottle in his arms and wiped his mouth, "Actually, you only need to answer a few questions that puzzle me very much. He said.

"Okay, just ask. The orc replied dryly.

At the same time, Cadius's words also attracted the interest of Zar and Gavila. After quickly taking care of the remaining wounds, they each found a chair and sat down quietly.

The half-elf pondered for a moment, as if sorting out the clues. "Your name is Grohl? Bloody Fist, right? The orc nodded, "Judging from Zal's description, you are an orc warrior with the power of the earth, right?"

The orc glanced at Zal and quickly nodded again. "Yes, I do have the 'power of blessing' of the Mother Earth, Zancovela. He paused for a moment and said earnestly, "I can swear in front of the ancestors of the Blood Fist Clan. ”

The half-elf listened, and suddenly frowned. "Since you are the blessed one of Zancovela, what about your 'soul weapon'?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the orc's body jerked, and the expression on his face instantly darkened. However, Zar and Gavira looked at each other and said, "His weapon, in that fight, was cut to pieces by me," Zar said apologetically, "If that's what you're asking...... The Wood Elf nodded as well, she witnessed the battle.

Leaving the silent Grohl behind, the half-elf chuckled disapprovingly, swept around, and pulled out a broken two-handed axe from the corner between the head of the bed and the siding. "You say it?" Cadius slammed his axe to the ground and flipped it twice, "I saw this weapon when I first entered the house, but that's what struck me even stranger. ”

Kadius paused and continued. "This isn't the 'soul weapon' of orc warriors......"

"Isn't this?" said Zar and Gavira were stunned at the same time.

The half-elf nodded and looked at Grohl, who had been silent. "This is not a 'soul weapon' at all, it is a 'channeling weapon' made by the magicians of Saint-Slan, whose function is to make the 'Blessed Power' easier to unleash, and is often used as a tool by those with less gifted blessings as their own aids. ”

"However, it can't replace the 'soul weapon' after all, and when you use it, don't say 'power of the earth', I'm afraid that even the 'spirit of the ancestors' won't be able to hear your call. Cadius's words made the orc's head hang lower and lower, and his whole body trembled slightly. It seems to be in great pain.

But the half-elf's words didn't stop there. "The rock armor described by Zar and so on is more of a soulless earth-rock aggregate than a 'power of the earth'......"

The two of them who were sitting next to them became more and more confused the more they listened, and couldn't help but ask. "What is the relationship between the 'power of the earth' and the 'soul weapon'?" Zal wondered, "I don't understand what you're talking about!"

The half-elf took a breath and leaned back in his chair as he explained. "Let's put it this way. The blessing power that the orc race receives from Mother Earth is very special, and it is completely different from the main god that other races believe in. He said, "As warriors under the command of Zancowira, their bodies are like pools of water, accumulating the 'power of the earth', but if this power is to be used, or released, it must have a 'soul weapon' as a water pipe, or a tool for release." ”

"Every orc warrior with the 'power of the earth'. When they are adults, they all need to go to the sacred place of the orc race, the 'Valley of Ancestors', to find their own 'soul weapons', which is the resting place of the orc heroes. "And after the warrior is dead, his weapons must return to the Valley of the Ancestors, waiting for their next master." ”

The half-elf's voice smacked of memory. That is to say. Only the 'Soul Weapon' can unleash the true strength of the 'Power of the Earth', beyond that. No weapons, no. ”

"You've already seen the problem when you listen to my description, haven't you?" Zar smiled bitterly, "For the sake of the Lord God, I thought I had defeated an orc ......warrior with the power of blessing," he muttered. Gavila, on the other hand, laughed out loud.

"Of course!" the half-elf said with a laugh, "Otherwise, you didn't have the 'Power of Blessing' or the 'Wish of Death' at that time, and you wanted to defeat an orc warrior who could really use the 'Power of the Earth'?" Don't say it's impossible, even dreams, don't do it. The half-elf struck directly.

"Thank you, it hurts!" said Zar, rubbing his heart.

"When you really fight them, I'm afraid it's not just pain, but if you're careless, you'll die!" said the half-elf with extreme seriousness, "If you look at it from the perspective of strength alone, the only race in the entire continent that can compete with the heirs of the god of war, the Erics, is the orcs." The warriors of Mother Earth are not called for nothing......"

Cadius's gaze turned to Grohl again. "Tell the truth, orcs, don't try to deceive me old thing. He grinned and said, "When I followed the Third Legion of the kingdom and fought against the orcs in the Kaisar Hills, you were not yet born! There are no less than a hundred 'soul weapons' returned from me! I, as long as you hide the truth in your heart!"

As he spoke, his eyes faded from languidness and drunkenness, and gleamed in the dim hut. Zar and Gavira tensed their bodies at the same time, and they suddenly realized that the scruffy half-elf in their impression had completely changed, like a sharp blade suddenly appearing in the dead branches, extremely sharp and terrifying.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the hut was solemn to the extreme, and Groll, who had been silent all along, finally burst out, and a gruff voice squeezed out of his throat with a blood-dripping pain. "I, my 'soul weapon,' shattered ......," he said.

"Broken?!" exclaimed the other three at the same time, and if Zar and Gavira didn't know what it meant, then Cadius's reaction was much more intense.

There was a loud "bang", and the half-elf's fist slammed down on the table. "Shattered?!The Lord God is above, this is impossible!" He roared as he stared at Grohl, "Orc! You know better than I do that the 'Soul Weapon' cannot be broken! No one can ...... except your 'Ancestral Priests'."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly froze, and even Zal and Gavira looked at Grohl in shock. "You...... Your 'soul weapon' was smashed by the 'Ancestral Priest'?!" The half-elf voice picked.

"Yes, the Ancestral Priest smashed my weapon...... the orc whispered, and then his body shuddered unnaturally, and he lowered his waist with difficulty, and dragged out a two-handed weapon wrapped in animal skins from under the bed.

Gently stroking the dark red grip, his palm slowly rose up the woody texture, and finally trembled, untying the rope that bound the hide, turning the leather aside. Zal and the others subconsciously came up, only to see a single-edged giant axe lying there quietly in the dim light, with an extremely heavy color and an almost copper-colored color.

Even a layman who is completely ill-armed can easily see that this is an extremely dangerous weapon. The blade was cast in a reverse corner on each side, and on the opposite side stood several barbs that shimmered with cold light. The copper-colored axe body was stacked with different shades of texture, and I don't know how much life blood had to be absorbed to condense into such a color.

But looking at this giant axe, the three of them sighed in their hearts almost at the same time.

They are all experts with a deep understanding of blades, and in the case of Zal's "Sishua", a top-level weapon requires not only sharpness, but also "soul", or "life". They don't speak, but whenever they lie in their master's hands, they can hear the murmur coming from under the metal.

But this two-handed axe, on the spot, was just a pile of metal creation.

Groermo held the great axe, his fingers pausing at a crack that covered the axe's body, as if some mysterious force had destroyed its body. "Its name is 'Firmament?'......" the orc whispered, with unspeakable bitterness in his voice.

The half-elf shook his head and stepped back into his chair. "For Gorintia's sake, treason, killing the king, no, killing the king, killing the great chief, or ?......blasphemy," he asked incredulously, "what the hell have you done, you will be smashed with your weapons, driven from your homeland, and you will no longer even be able to use the 'power of the earth'?"

Cadius's question also intrigued Zal and Gavila, who saw Grohl's palm grip on the handle of the axe suddenly erupt. "I killed the brother of the Bloodfist Clan chief......" A flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth picked up behind the strong teeth studded with copper rings, "However, even if I choose again, I will still kill him without hesitation!"

Zal and the others were stunned, but the half-elf's expression was a little playful. "Well done!" he raised the bottle, took a big sip, and burped unusually pleasantly, "If more than two hundred years ago, you could have gone directly to Quilinsna to receive an 'Order of the Ancient Tree' with this merit......"

The half-elf said as he stood up and put the bottle back in his pocket. "Let's go, Zhar, he's not the one you're looking for," he said to the orcs again, "Tomorrow, remember to come here, 122 Shell Lane!"

Zal looked up at Cadius with some bewilderment. "Not the person I'm looking for?......"

"His 'soul weapon' is broken, unless you can find an 'Ancestral Priest' to serve you, no one will be able to cultivate it well!" "The half-elf looked at the two-handed axe and shook his head, "The problem is that the status of that group of sacrifices in the orc clan is similar to that of the 'true gods', even if there is a special case of separation from the clan, it is impossible for them to come to the 'Conviction Cloud Platform'!"

The half-elf teased. "It's like saying, do you think you'll find an 'angel' in this 'hell' under your feet? At least I've never seen ...... here."

Zar listened, glanced at Gavila, and directly dismissed this thought. When he turned his head to look at Groll, there was a little more sympathy in his heart, he could help with his leg injury, but he couldn't help at all with the 'soul weapon'.

However, when the orcs heard Cadius's words, they jerked their heads up, and their eyes showed a frenzied light. "No, dear Mr. Elf, there is indeed an 'Ancestral Priest' on the 'Conviction Platform'!" he said in a low and powerful voice, his voice full of hope, "And, that's why I'm here!"

"What did you say?!" At this moment, the three of them were all stunned, staring at the orc in amazement. (To be continued.) )