The next morning, Grohl woke up early. In fact, he barely slept last night, and the feeling of stomach acid surging due to excitement kept him awake all night. He couldn't even remember how many times he had checked that his two-handed axe was wrapped properly, that the cash vouchers used to exchange for silver were written correctly, and so on...... So when the first rays of the morning sun shone into his hut, the orc suddenly realized that he had tossed all night.

In order not to make themselves look too rude, the orcs deliberately waited a little before setting off. But even so, when he easily found the half-elf's hut by following the address, Zar and Cadius were destroying their breakfast. Of course, Gavira also came, but the Wood Elves didn't seem to have much interest in the food on the table.

After being warmly greeted by Zar and eating a few slices of bread and fried eggs, the half-elf treated Groll's leg injury with ointment, gauze, and hardwood. This will not have an immediate effect, but it will be enough to prevent the injury from getting worse. As for what to do next, just wait for the weapon to be repaired, and then do systematic treatment, and if necessary, recuperate.

After dealing with this matter, Grohl took Zal and the others to the "Axe Tooth Corner".

Speaking of the "Axe Tooth Horn", this is indeed a very special area on the cloud platform, because the orc clan can be said to be the most typical inhabited group of all the races on the Eloline Continent, and they are very exclusive to foreign races. Therefore, after decades of development, the orcs living here have slowly grown from a few hundred to tens of thousands, and with the imbalance of racial proportions, all the other races that originally lived here have gradually moved out of this place, and finally formed today's situation.

Of course, you might say that dwarves don't like to live in colonies and are xenophobic? In fact, dwarves only live together when they drink and gather, and there is a high probability that it will eventually develop into a riot......

At the same time, in order to always remember their homeland, these orcs also negotiated and were personally ordered by the Wind Cliff City Lord. This area was named "Axe Tooth Corner" in honor of the main city of the orc homeland of Zangattar - "Axe Tooth Fortress".

By the time Zar and the others followed Grohl to the "Axe Tooth Corner", most of the residents living here had already gotten up to start a new day's work. If you pay a little attention, you will find that the shop with the most "axe teeth" is actually a weapon shop, and all kinds of standard weapons are moved out of the house by orcs wearing iron aprons, and placed outside the shop at random, waiting for people to buy them. The whirring of flames in the furnace and the clanging of hammers and anvils filled the streets of the area. In front of the house and behind the house.

This is another feature of the "Axe Tooth Corner", which is also the largest weapon production site in the entire "Conviction Yuntai", providing countless Yuntai residents, street gangs, and thug organizations with the most inexpensive food guys. I'm sorry, it's not that the Wood Elves aren't good enough at forging weapons, it's that they're too good, and they don't use them that well.

For example, twenty or thirty people fighting in the streets. There's no way you're going to carry an elven scimitar worth hundreds, or even thousands of silvers? The shipment of wood elves is too small, dozens of weapons in an order, and when those elves with long ears are made, maybe the gang that placed the order has been broken up.

But the orcs are completely different, a few silver tables, and a large number of orders can also be discounted. And their weapons are crude, simple, easy to use, and easy to use. There is no need for maintenance at all, and it is not distressing to chop it, at most it can be replaced. What's more, the wounds cut with an orc weapon are basically messy, no different from being bitten by a shark. It can be extremely difficult to suture. So it's no surprise that these reasons are intertwined and sought after by civilians.

In short, the purchase of equipment on the gimbal, high-end weapons to find elves, armor to find dwarves, civilian weapons to find orcs, has basically become everyone's consensus, and Zal, who is walking with Groel, can be regarded as a real understanding. However, Cadius and Gavila's faces were not so good-looking, and they clearly saw the "art" in their eyes, which was desecrated by a crowd of them.

The group walked around for a long time after Grohl, and gradually, there were fewer shops around, and the orcs standing at the door changed from young adults to old men with slightly gray beards and even snow-white hair. And the work on their hands is also different from before, most of them are taking advantage of the good weather, marinating wild boar meat waiting to be roasted, and the "red clay wine" that will be encapsulated.

Eventually, the group came to a halt outside a very special-looking building. What makes it special is that the building is made entirely of huge stone slabs. The color is dark gray, you can't tell the age, and you don't even know how such a project was done, and from the outside it looks like a triangle abruptly emerging from the ground.

Greeting the wary gaze of the orc guards at the door, Grohl nodded slightly, turned back and said, "I'm sorry, the priest's stone house is usually not allowed to outsiders, I need to ask and see if I can make an exception to let you go." The orc explained in a low voice, "If not, I'm afraid you'll have to wait for me here." He said.

Zal and the others nodded in understanding, and the half-elf directly handed him the cash exchange voucher of more than 30,000 silver platforms. "Go ahead, leave us alone, it's good to see the priest, but if the other party refuses, don't delay the repair of the weapon. ”

Zar nodded as well. "If there is a problem that can't be solved, come out, let's see and then find a way. ”

"Hmm. The orc nodded heavily, swept his gaze over the faces of Zar and the others, and turned and walked towards the gate of the stone house. Soon, Grohl and the other party were communicating in orc language, and as they spoke, the two guards looked over to Zar and the others, as if asking something.

It wasn't long before Grohl bowed and followed one of the guards into the darkness behind the stone door. The remaining guards stared at the three of them with great seriousness. And not only him, but even many old orcs who lived near the stone house unconsciously slowed down their work and looked at it from a distance.

If the gaze they looked at Zar was only slightly resistant, then they looked at the half-elf and Gavira. It can be called hostile. However, this is also very easy to understand, because the history of elves and orcs is inseparable from the word war for most of the time, but the word peace is something that is really strange.

Just when the atmosphere outside the stone house was gradually becoming a little depressing, I saw Grohl holding a wooden crutch. He walked out of the stone door again. At the same time, Zar also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he didn't want to clash with the orcs here. "What's wrong? Why did you come out so soon?" he asked the orc.

There was some uncontrollable excitement on Grohl's face, and he quickly walked to Zal and the others. "The Priest has allowed you to enter the stone house!" he said, "Praise the Mother Earth, this is the first time ever! Quick, follow me, don't keep him waiting!" After saying that, he led the slightly surprised Zar and the others into the stone house together.

The structure of the stone house is somewhat different from what Zal imagined. At first it was dark, and then the giant stone slabs that you saw outside were nothing more than above-ground structures. After entering the interior, Zal and his party were actually stepping on the steps, using the torches on the wall, slowly walking diagonally downward. It wasn't until the end of the stairs that they saw a heavy wooden door, and two other orc guards standing in the doorway.

Amid a series of muffled grinding sounds, the orc guards didn't say much. Just quietly opened the wooden door. Grohl bowed at the front and walked in with Zal and the others.

The scene in front of me lit up. Zal found that the place he was in turned out to be a small stone room, and the corners of the walls were filled with candles jumping on fire, bottles and cans of unknown purpose, and stone tablets with large texts recorded. In the center of the stone chamber, behind a small bonfire, sat an old orc on his knees. There was also a relatively young orc, standing quietly behind him.

It can be said that this orc is extremely old. He wore a dark blue robe, and strands of grayish-white, curly hair hung down from the top of his head. The most striking thing is his face. Thin, covered with intertwined wrinkles, it looked like an old piece of air-dried wood.

At this moment, a bright light hung down from the hole in the roof of the stone chamber and fell on the old orc. He was digging the milky white paste from the wooden bowl in front of him, putting it on the hemp rope in his other hand, and then clasped his hands together and slowly rubbed it.

As if hearing a noise at the door, the old orc subconsciously raised his head, smiled, and looked at Zal and the others. "Welcome, guests from afar......" His voice was actually very soft, but it had a special contagious effect, as if it instantly dispelled all the negative emotions in the listener's heart, leaving only a deep peace.

Zal and the others were stunned for a moment, and immediately felt a change in their emotions, especially the half-elves and Gavila, as elves, their senses were far more acute than those of other races. But before they could speak, the old orc continued, "Sit down, all of you......" He gestured with his withered palm to the blanket that lay on the ground across the campfire. "Hopefully, my lingua franca hasn't degenerated to the point of being unrecognizable. ”

The three of them shook their heads kindly, indicating that this was not the case. Then, following Grohl's example, he sat cross-legged by the campfire. "The great 'patriarchal priests', who were the ones who helped me incredibly generously. Grohl said, bowing down.

"Hmm......" The old orc nodded slightly, and his gaze crossed the campfire, and landed kindly on Zal and the others. First Gavila, then Cadius, and finally, his gaze rested on Zal's, as if observing something, and watched silently for a long, long time.

Eventually, he spoke. "Tell me, young man, why is there this light hanging above my head?" asked the old orc, looking up at the little light.

Zal looked up with him, a little hesitant, but still said. "Forgive my offense, perhaps, to show your sanctity?" he said with some embarrassment, but he really couldn't think of a more plausible explanation. Not only him, but even the half-elves and Gavira looked at the sky light with some curiosity.

"Divine? no, no, no...... Actually, it's just to let my old bones bask in the sun. As soon as the old orc's words fell, the half-elf couldn't help but puff and laughed. And soon, under the leadership of the old orc himself, everyone in the stone chamber laughed softly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be joking," the old orc waved his hand and stopped laughing, "but it's that simple. "Remember, young man, what you see is what you see...... I hope you will remember this when you are faced with the most perplexing questions......" he said.

"What you see is what you see is the real ......" Zal frowned, instinctively telling him that this sentence was no longer a joke. However, he didn't know exactly what the old orc meant, and why he said it.

The old orc didn't give Zal time to think, but turned his gaze to Grohl, who bowed his head with the utmost respect. "Why do you and your buddies help Grohl?" he asked, "you don't know each other, and you don't even have any intersections......

"Actually, we hope to find the most suitable person to form a team to participate in the arena. "And he is the right man." ”

The old orc nodded noncommittally. "Praise your honesty before Mother Earth, young man," he said, and then asked, "but why does it have to be him?" he fixed his eyes fixed on Zal with those dark yellow eyes.

"Because ......," said Zar after a pause, and said with great seriousness, "because of integrity, because he has an incomparably righteous soul, even on the platform of sin." Grohl, who was next to him, listened, and never raised his head, but the fists pressed on his knees were tightly clenched together.

"You're right, ......integrity," said the old orc, "that's the second thing I want you to remember, because of integrity." As he spoke, he held out his palm to Zal. "Give me your hand. ”

Although Zal didn't know what the other party wanted to do, he still put his hand on the old orc's hand. "You don't belong here, and you won't stop there......," said the old orc, dipped his finger in a little ointment from the wooden bowl, and quickly wiped it on the campfire, and with a snort, his fingertips lit up with a blue flame, and with a wisp of drifting smoke, it flickered away.

The old orc held Zhal's palm, and slowly carved something in his palm with his fingertips, although Zal did not know the meaning, but he could feel very strangely that something was written into his body by the other party. "Is this ?......" he asked softly, turning his head to look at the half-elf and Gavila, who shook their heads in the same way.

The old orc let go of Zhal's palm. "This is my sincerest thank you for everything you have done to Grohl...... Not everyone can do that. As he spoke, he stopped Grohl from trying to speak, and then continued to Zal: "The soul of the ancestors whispers in my ear, you have too many secrets in you. But it doesn't matter what you've ever lost, or what you're about to lose, doesn't matter. The important thing is that those that are only yours and will always have. ”

"That's what I want you to remember, the third sentence ......" (To be continued.) )

PS: Happy New Year, everyone, after 2015!