Warhammer Wizard

Two days later.

Ren was flying in the sky on a ride on the wind, and on the ground not far ahead, an extremely wide mountain was located in the middle of the grassland. The **** of the mountain was very gentle, and the highest point was only tens of meters. Thousands of tents, wooden huts or stone buildings formed a small and humble city.

"Thorn Ridge."

Ren recognized this place. Thorns Ridge is one of the largest settlements on the grassland. The residents are relatively complex, mainly half-orcs, followed by centaurs, and some humans, goblins and orcs.

Thorns Mountain is located on the only way for the empire to go to the orc tribes. The trade is relatively developed, and the taxes that can be received are far more than the Kass of the Drokken tribe.

The airship of Para Floating City stayed in the Zhuoken tribe for a day, first stopped by another smaller tribe, collected taxes smoothly, and then arrived at Thorns Mountain.

Ren patted the wind rider and let it lower its flight height.

After a while, the huge wind rider approached Thorns Ridge. People on the ground noticed the flying dragon in the sky, and many people looked up and watched.

The orc guard standing on the tower posed alertly.

It wasn't until they saw the orc on the wind rider's back that the flying dragon had no intention of attacking, so they relaxed a little and stared at Ren and landed on an open space.

With the crowd watching, Ren jumped off the wind rider's back.

boom!

With a muffled sound, heavy footsteps made two big footprints on the ground, and the armor on the body collided with the iron chain, making a metal symphony sound. The single-edged axe hung on the back, the sharp blade reflected cold light, and there was a faint smell of blood emitting.

Anyone who sees him like this can feel that this is a battle-hardened orc warrior.

Ren swept the crowd around him with fierce eyes, with a terrifying will in his eyes, which made people dare not look at him.

"Legendary Orc Warrior!"

"Come on, hurry up and stay away from this guy, don't provoke him."

"Who is he?"

The onlookers shrank their necks and backed away, no one dared to approach, especially some half-orcs, who had a natural fear of pure orcs.

Ren grinned, and the two fangs at the corners of his mouth were particularly noticeable.

He walked up on the dirt road of Thorns Ridge, and the wind rider followed behind. On the way, everyone avoided far away. Even if there are people who don't have long eyes, they can't recognize him as a legendary orc, just relying on the high-level flying dragon of the Wind Rider is enough to shock most people.

Ren's Voice of All Things heard a lot of whispers, and he believed that within half an hour, his guesses would spread throughout the entire Thorns Ridge.

He walked for two minutes and stopped in front of a pub.

Looking up at the back of the tavern, you can see that half of the airbags of the airship are exposed, and the darts made of activated metal are still on the airbags, which are firmly fixed.

Ren let the wind rider stay outside and walked into the tavern by himself.

Pushing the door and entering, the originally noisy sound of the tavern hall suddenly fell silent. More than a dozen tables were filled with guests, and they all turned to the entrance of the tavern, their eyes full of surprise.

Among these were powerful orcs, half-orc warriors, and transcendents.

However, Ren didn't pay attention to them at all, staring at scarlet eyes with a cruel expression on his face, scolding in orc language: "Do you want to eat Lao Tzu's axe?"

When people saw the giant axe behind him, most of them quickly looked away.

A few people were unconvinced. Just as they were about to stand up and retort, they were pressed by their companions and covered their mouths, and explained in a low voice, "Are you crazy? He is a legendary warrior! And he is an orc from the Dragonmaw clan. He can't catch an axe, don't implicate us."

As soon as they heard that it was a legend, these people immediately wilted and bowed their heads in shock.

"Useless coward."

Ren sneered, and took heavy steps to sit in front of the bar of the tavern. He untied the giant axe on his back and put it under his feet, making a muffled sound. Collapse at any time.

boom!

The bar was slapped loudly, making the orc boss tremble with fear, and he was afraid to step forward to serve.

"Bitch, come here."

Ren called in dissatisfaction and shouted: "Bring the best spirits in your tavern to Lao Tzu, and another ten pounds of roast lamb. Also, go get some live animals to feed my wind rider, It's better to be an adult moss sheep, but it can't be more than three years, the meat is too old. Be careful when feeding it, if you startle the wind rider, be careful that I will skin you."

As he spoke, he took out a finger-sized piece of gold from his waist and threw it.

The half-orc boss looked very embarrassed, but when he received the gold, he immediately became less nervous, and even the scolded "bastard" was not so harsh.

"Sir, the wine and meat will be delivered right away." He nodded and stammered back in his unskilled orc language, "I'll send someone to buy moss sheep."

"Hurry up." Ren urged again.

The half-orc boss was very efficient. A few minutes later, a plate of hot roast lamb and two pots of deer blood wine were delivered to Ren.

He began to gobble, chewing the mutton in big mouthfuls, and every two or three mouthfuls, he took a log wine glass and poured a big mouthful of deer blood wine. The red wine flowed out from the corners of his mouth and down his open chest, as if he was drinking blood, and he looked rough and scary.

Soon after, the screams of the moss sheep also sounded outside the tavern, and the wind rider began to eat.

The hustle and bustle resumed in the hall.

But the guests lowered their volume unconsciously, and looked at the legendary orc quietly from time to time.

They are all secretly guessing Ren's origin, and they can only identify from the tattoos on his face and body that he should be from the Dragonmaw clan, but the Dragonmaw clan has been in decline for hundreds of years. Although it is still one of the royal families of the orcs, it does not Return to the glory of the past.

The legendary warriors known in the Dragonmaw clan did not match the appearance of the one in front of him.

The most conspicuous is the pair of huge fangs carried by the orcs on their shoulders, and there are faint runes flashing across them, which is obviously a very high-quality enchanting equipment.

Ren listened to people's low voices and smiled secretly.

He deliberately swaggered through the market at Thorns Ridge in order to leave false information to mislead the investigation of Pallas Floating City.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Ren ate two large plates of roast lamb, weighing more than 20 pounds. Such a huge amount of food was shocking.

After drinking the last pot of deer blood wine, he wiped his mouth.

"belch…"

After a hiccup, Ren waved to the half-orc boss, "Bastard, ask you a few words."

The half-orc boss trembled and replied with a trembling voice: "My esteemed lord, please say, as long as I know everything, I will tell your lord."

"I'm called Broxgar, I'm not an adult, don't play like a human for me." Ren spit out a mouthful of spit, his face full of disdain, scaring the half-orc boss enough, and then asked: "Stop on the mountain Where did that airship come from?"

"They are the wizards from the floating city of Pallas." The half-orc boss replied respectfully.

"Pallas Floating City..." Ren scratched his bald head, and then raised his hand impatiently, "Okay, I know, get out."

"Yes Yes Yes…"

If the orc boss received an amnesty, he quickly retreated to the corner behind the bar.

Ren stood up, his tall body seemed to reach the ceiling, and suddenly the hall became quiet again, startling the guests.

He picked up the giant axe and hung it on his back, smiled contemptuously, and walked out of the tavern.

The wind rider rested on the open space outside the tavern, like a hill. The ground was dripping with blood, and there were flesh and blood hanging from the sharp teeth. Many pedestrians stood in the distance and pointed, eyes full of envy and curiosity. Mounts are rare in Thorns Ridge.

When they saw Ren come out, they quickly turned around and left.

Ren jumped on the back of the wind rider, the flying dragon reluctantly got up and flapped his wings, and the dust flew into the sky, and soon disappeared into the sky.

During this short stay of more than half an hour, a legendary orc warrior named Broxgar has spread in Thorns Mountain.

Anyone who has seen this orc with their own eyes is deeply impressed.

However, the popularity did not last long. Legendary powerhouses passed by from time to time in Thorns Ridge, and caravans brought all kinds of news. A rude and powerful legendary orc, in addition to increasing the chatter after dinner, was quickly dismissed. forgotten.

After leaving Thorns Ridge, Ren did not fly far.

He found a remote place in the wild and waited patiently. Until the third day, the metal beacon in the induction moved.

The dart left Thorns Ridge and headed east.

Ren was refreshed.

About two hundred miles to the east of Thorns Ridge, there is a small centaur tribe. Obviously, the airship is there to collect taxes.

He rode on the wind rider and flew east as fast as he could to get ahead.

About a hundred miles east of Thorns Ridge.

The darts are getting closer.

Ren let the wind rider fly to the highest point, thousands of meters above the ground, which was far beyond the airship's route, so as not to be detected in advance by the psionicists on the airship.

In the past few days of tracking, he has never come into close contact with the airship.

The vigilance of the psionicists is extremely high, especially in terms of telepathy. They are masters. No matter how well they hide, they will be discovered as long as they approach with hostility.

The Rokanan on the airship is a legendary psionicist. Ren has heard of this name before. He is a legendary junior wizard who has some status in the floating city of Pallas, but he has no in-depth understanding. With the immunity of the will of truth, a legendary psionicist, he is not worried.

With the prestige of the Duke of Redstone, UU read www.uukanshu. com A taxing airship only needs a legendary wizard to sit down.

Wren can be sure that there is no stronger enemy on the airship.

After a while, a small dot appeared from the horizon, getting bigger and bigger, and soon revealed the whole picture of the airship, galloping at high speed in the sky.

"finally come."

Ren's soul eye locked the airship, allowing the wind rider to fly against the high-altitude cold wind.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer. The wind rider is thousands of meters above the airship. From the bottom, it looks like a bird the size of a finger, and it does not cause the airship to be alert.

Lane calculated the distance and direction.

He took a deep breath, held a giant axe, jumped down from the wind rider's back, and quickly fell toward the airship with the help of the inertia of flight.