For a moment, all three of them were stunned on the spot, as if they couldn't believe their ears. But looking at Grohl's determined expression, it didn't look like he would joke about it. So at this time, in their hearts, they really had the illusion that they had found a gem in the muddy pond - not joy, but absurd.

"Are you sure there is an 'Ancestral Priest' here?" the half-elf asked again, but he had already stopped leaving and sat back in his chair. "I mean, the real priest, not the kind of liar who can do little tricks, or whatever. ”

Zar and Gavila's eyes followed closely to Grohl, only to see him nod firmly. "Swearing in the name of our ancestors is true. He said.

"How is this possible......" The half-elf's eyes widened with a look of disbelief.

The orc rewrapped his two-handed axe and placed it beside him. "After I was expelled from my clan with my weapons smashed, I wandered around Zangattar for years......" he said of the orc kingdom of Eloline, "but as an expellee, no clan will come to my aid, and no one will repair my weapons for me." ”

"So, I left Zangattar to try to find the 'Ancestral Priests' on the continent of Eloline who had also left their homeland," the orc said, sighing heavily, "but as you said, there are so few such exceptions that I alone cannot find them. ”

He paused and continued. "In order to make a living, I have joined countless mercenary groups and traveled to countless city-states. In order to use the 'Power of the Earth', I changed to Saint-Slan's 'Channeling Weapon', although there was no way. But it's better than not being able to release it at all......," he said, "and just after years of wandering aimlessly, just when I was desperate to think that I could no longer repair the 'soul weapon,' an unexpected turn of events occurred." ”

The orc's words attracted the attention of Zal and the others, who were curious to know. What exactly is the so-called turnaround. "At Falling Sail Point, the southernmost tip of the continent of Eloline, I met an orc named Warok. Groll's eyes suddenly lit up, and his breathing gradually became a little rapid, "His strength is very strong, even far beyond my imagination." More importantly, he had an incomparably righteous soul and an admirable surname of greatness. ”

Zal was stunned. "Sorry, you mean Brooks? Orak Brooks?" he said in some surprise, "I thought it was just a legend......

"It's not a legend," it was Cadius who replied him, "In fact, the first king of the Wood Elves of Quelinsna, Ostarion?starchaser, had dealt with the legendary hero of the Thunder Stains. "That was just a generation before us, more than a thousand years ago." Of course. That's far enough for humans. ”

The orc nodded. Go on. "After hearing about my story, he told me that there was an 'Ancestral Priest' living in Wind Cliffs, and so I came here. ”

"How did he know about this?" asked Gavira suspiciously, but quickly muttered to herself, "Could it be that he ......?"

"That's right. At the time, I didn't know the meaning of the totem behind him - the three crimson scars and the numbers below. "But then I learned that it was proof of leaving Wind Cliff City, and that he was the champion of the Blood Arena. ”

"Just to prove yourself?" Zal remembered Soram.

"Yes, prove yourself. The orc replied in the affirmative. "The sons of Brooks are the strongest warriors of the orcs, and from life to death, all they seek is battle and faith not to disgrace their ancestors, and they have always been. ”

The half-elf sighed. "And you just came straight to Windy Cliffs, didn't you?" he said, "How long have you been living here?"

"It's been more than seven years...... orc recalled, "and, Varok didn't lie to me, the priest was at the 'Axe Tooth Horn' on the platform, and I had already visited him myself. ”

"Axe Tooth Horn?" Zar and the others were stunned, "Well, who would have thought that there was an 'Ancestral Priest' hidden in the largest orc gathering area on the platform?"

Zal listened, then asked. "So is he unwilling to help you or is it because of something else?" his gaze fell on the orc's two-handed axe, "It can't be that in more than seven years, your 'soul weapon' will still look like this, right?"

Grohl shook his head in disapproval. "The priest is a good man, and very kind, and he promised to help me fix my weapon," he said, touching his axe lightly, "but even the most generous kindness comes at a price, and the priest made a condition. ”

"What conditions?" the half-elf asked.

"Gintai," the orc said with some frustration, "a full fifty thousand silver." ”

Zal and the others immediately gasped and subconsciously glanced at each other, but none of them expressed their dissatisfaction with this condition. In fact, just looking at the 50,000 silver platform, it is indeed an exaggerated huge amount of money, but it is not an excessive request to put it on the matter of repairing the 'soul weapon'. Because the 'soul weapon' itself, for the orc warriors, is completely priceless, and it is not something that money can buy, or measure.

After a brief moment of silence, Zal glanced at the dilapidated cabin as if he had figured it out. "That's why you live here, that's why you have to participate in the arena no matter what, and you have accepted missions like crazy for it, and have made countless enemies," he said, "and the reason why you can't find a patron is not because of your strength, but because you don't even want to spend on the purchase of equipment, and even have all kinds of requirements for sharing in the contract, right?"

Before the orc could speak, the half-elf added with a smile. "Plus, even after you were injured, you didn't want to hire a reliable doctor for yourself, you just wanted to rely on your physique and recover slowly, right?" he tilted his head to look at the orc, "Actually." It's not that you don't have money at all, you're desperately saving money......"

The orcs looked embarrassed, but they denied it. "Yes, you're right, but I have to!" he said firmly, with fire boiling in his eyes. "I can go without food, I can go without a decent place to live, or even be crippled, but this weapon must be repaired!" he said, "even if I exchange my life, the glory engraved on this weapon will never be destroyed in my hands!

"Is this your plan? desperately saving money and fixing weapons. Finally become the champion of Windy Cliffs like Varok and get out of here?" said Zar.

The orc gasped and nodded his head vigorously. "Yes. ”

"Do you still think so?" asked Gavira suddenly. "Even if you break your leg, you almost lose your life?"

The orc's face darkened, but he quickly frowned violently and stubbornly let out a "hmm".

Gavira looked at the orcs and asked again, "What if we could help you fix your weapon?"

"Then my life is yours!" Grohl did not hesitate. He replied with a jerked head.

The half-elf and Gavira listened, and together they turned to look at Zal. "We have no interest in your life. Zar shook his head in refusal, "If your weapon is fixed, we want you to join our team and participate in the three-on-three team battles in the preliminaries, that's all." ”

"No problem!" the orc promised earnestly. In fact, he had already heard about the new format and had been agonizing about it for a long time. He was even planning to give up on this tournament because who would find a cripple to team up, but what he didn't expect at all was that fate would come full circle like a joke and turn the solution back to the guy who caused the problem, and there would be an unexpected turnaround.

Zal slapped his knee relaxedly. "Then the only remaining problem is Yintai. Isn't that right?" he smiled as if describing an unusually light-hearted subject, "Come on, tell us, how much silver have you saved up now?" he said.

"Eighteen thousand three hundred and eighty-six. The orc replied with great precision.

However, Zal and the others were stunned when they heard this number, and their expressions were even more wonderful than when they heard the conditions of 50,000 silver platforms. "You alone, in seven years, you have saved nearly 20,000 silver tables?!" the half-elf almost jumped up from the chair, "For Golintia's sake, have you scraped all the ground of the 'Conviction Cloud Terrace'? How can there be so many!"

Even Zar and Gavira didn't know what to say about it, they thought that the orc could save 10,000 silver tables was the limit, after all, his living conditions were almost the same as sleeping on the streets. But who would have thought that since there would be a huge sum of nearly 20,000 silver Taiwan?

But on the other hand, the more Grohl saves, the smaller the gap of 50,000 silver tables, so Zal turned to Cadius and asked. "How many silver tables do we have?"

The half-elf rubbed the stubble off his chin and calculated carefully. "Last time, the intelligence fee was more than 8,000, and the winning bonus, appearance fee, plus tickets and betting shares for the two games in the preliminary stage, were about 9,000. In addition, your weekly salary for these two weeks adds up to 8,000 silver tables. He said, "With this calculation, we should be able to come up with twenty-five thousand silver tables at once." ”

Zal listened and added. "Rivigaz should be able to come up with it soon," he remembered the deal he had just made with the goblins, "and I think I should be able to pay my share of the advance in advance." ”

"You're going to Treasure Cove to talk to goblins again?" the half-elf immediately asked, "How many?"

"I guess there should be at least seven or eight thousand silver tai's income......" Zal scratched his hair, roughly estimating.

But this series of numbers has already stunned Grohl. "You, how could you have so many silver tables?" he roared, "You can earn more than 30,000 yuan just by competing in the preliminary stage......?!

Suddenly, his unfinished words were stuck, and a pair of dark yellow eyes widened and widened, as if he suddenly remembered something. "Your name is Zal?" he turned to look at the half-elf and Gavila, who nodded wordlessly together, "He's Zal!

Gavira snorted with great disdain, and Zar nodded a little awkwardly. The half-elf muttered to himself, "Didn't you watch the melee qualifier?" but he quickly overturned the suspicion on his own - to see the orcs save money so hard. I'm afraid I haven't seen it......

"That's him. Cadius simply replied for Zal, "As for why his income is so high, it is because the necessary condition for making money is not only strength, of course, strength is also one thing." The half-elf shook the bottle and said, "What's more. You also need to be catchy. Unfortunately, this kid has a ...... at the moment."

The half-elf said, and told Zar Dao. "By the way, if you have time, you should go to the goblin's more often, Yintai, for the sake of gold coins, Yintai is never afraid of much!" His expression looked a little similar to that guy from Rivigaz in Zhar's eyes. But as soon as he remembered the "weird" goods mentioned by the goblins, Zar had the illusion that he was shivering all over his body.

Thereupon. Zal hurriedly diverted the subject. "In this way, 50,000 silver platforms should be enough. He glanced at the other people in the room. Gavira nodded, "Well, it doesn't matter if that priest has to raise the price, I can still take out a few thousand silver tables there, which is enough." ”

The orc looked at the three of them gratefully, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you." Just think I borrowed it. I'll find a way to pay it back. He said.

Zal smiled and shook his head. "No, these silver tables are your signing money, otherwise I really can't think of the third person in the team......" he said and shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly, but the orc sat there, lowered his head, and sighed with great complexity - more than 30,000 silver platforms. What kind of gladiator he wanted to invite couldn't be invited? He knew this very well in his heart.

Seeing that the matter was basically over, the half-elf patted his big leg and stood up. "That's it, tomorrow, remember to go to me first, I need to do a simple treatment of your leg injury. This can't be put off any longer. "Then we'll go to Axe Tooth Corner to repair the weapon." ”

Grohl watched as the three men who had given him hope prepared to leave, and immediately struggled to get up, but were stopped by Zhal. "Don't get up, after tomorrow, we will be teammates, if you want to say thank you, just wait for the day when we become the champions of Wind Cliff City, let's talk about it!"

Grohl looked up at Zal's smile, his shoulders relaxed, and he nodded vigorously. "I don't know if there will be a day, but I swear in the name of the gods that I will join the band, and I will accompany you as far as you can. He said, "If it doesn't work this time, then next time, if it doesn't work all the time, then keep fighting!"

Zar and the half-elf smiled and glanced at each other, and Gavira said in an affirmative tone, "No next time, orc!" and pushed the wooden door twice, but seeing that he couldn't push it open, he simply removed it again and put it aside, and walked out directly.

The torrential rain outside had stopped, and the originally dense dark clouds had broken into a few pieces, floating on the incomparably clean sky, revealing a soft white crescent. At night, once again descending on the gimbal, the entire "Dog Fighting Alley" seems to be washed by the rain, washing away all the dirt, and the air has a slight cold smell, fresh and comfortable.

The muddy pond at the door of the hut was already full of rainwater, and lay there like a delicate little pond, reflecting the moon in the sky. Only the bubbles that burst from time to time can still bring a small ripple on the surface of the water.

The half-elf took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, he swept around and laughed. "It's so fast, just like that, and even the bodies are gone?" he said, referring to the thugs who had just died on the spot.

The orc's voice came from the house. "When there is a fight here, you never have to worry about the aftermath, they will just be stripped naked, dragged away, and completely disappeared as quickly as possible. As he spoke, he looked at Zar at the door, "By the way, our team is just the three of us, right?"

Zar leaned against the doorframe and looked up at the moon in the sky. "That's right, it's just the three of us," he pointed to himself and Gavila, "all melee, Chopper Team!"

Gavira laughed out loud with Cadius, and Grohl in the room opened his mouth. "You're crazy, but well done! hahaha!" he laughed and threw himself into the bed, his voice light-hearted, as if the shackles had finally shattered completely. (To be continued.) )