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, humble city.

"Thorn Ridge."

Ren recognized this place. Thorns Ridge is one of the largest settlements on the grassland. The inhabitants 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 tribe. The trade is relatively developed, and the tax that can be received is far more than that of the Drakon tribe's Cass.

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 half-orc guard standing on the sentry tower assumed a vigilant posture.

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 watched Renn land on a clearing.

Under the crowd's onlookers, Ren jumped off the wind rider's back.

boom!

With a muffled sound, heavy footsteps made two big footprints on the ground. 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, get away from this guy, don't provoke him."

"Who is he?"

The onlookers shrank their necks and backed away, none of them 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 got 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 many whispers, and he believed that within half an hour, his speculations 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 airship's airbag is exposed, and the darts made of activated metal are still on the airbag, which is firmly fixed.

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

Pushing the door to enter, 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 people were powerful orcs, half-orc warriors, and supernatural beings.

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 people quickly looked away.

A few people were unconvinced. Just as they were about to stand up and retort, they were pressed by their companions to cover 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 withered and lowered their heads in astonishment.

"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. The huge body pressed the log chair under him, as if creaking. Collapse at any time.

boom!

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

"Bag, 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 at first, but when he received the gold, he immediately became less nervous, and even the scolded "bastard" was not so harsh.

"Sir, the meat and wine 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 started 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.

Not long after, the screams of moss sheep also sounded outside the tavern, and the wind rider began to eat.

The noise resumed in the hall.

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

They are all secretly guessing the origin of Ren, and they can only identify from the tattoos on the face and body that they 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 do not match the appearance of the one in front of them.

The most conspicuous thing was the pair of huge fangs carried by the orcs on their shoulders, and there were faint runes flashing across them. It was obviously a very high-quality enchanted equipment.

Ren smiled secretly while listening to people's low voices.

He deliberately swaggered through the market in Thorns Mountain 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 twenty pounds. Such a huge amount of food was shocking.

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

"Hiccup..."

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

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

"I'm Broxgar, I'm not an adult, don't play like a human." 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 the 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 ax 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 wind rider's back, and the flying dragon reluctantly got up and flapped his wings. The dust flew up into the sky, and soon disappeared into the horizon.

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 has left a deep impression.

However, the popularity did not last long. Legendary powerhouses passed by from time to time in Thorns Ridge, and the caravan 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 east of Thorns Mountain, there is a small centaur tribe. Obviously, the airship is there to collect taxes.

He rode on the wind rider, flew eastward at the fastest speed, and rushed to the front.

It is about a hundred miles east of Jingshuling.

The darts are getting closer.

Ren let the wind rider fly to the highest point, thousands of meters above the ground. This height is far higher than the airship's route, so as not to be detected by the psionicists on the airship in advance~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Tracking these days , he never came close to an airship.

Psionicists are extremely alert, especially in telepathy.

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 reputation of the Duke of Redstone, a tax-collecting airship only needs a legendary wizard to sit in the seat.

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

After a while, a small dot appeared from the sky, getting bigger and bigger, and soon showed the appearance of an 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 located several kilometers above the airship. From the bottom, it looks like a bird the size of a finger, which does not cause the airship to be alert.

Ren calculated the distance and direction.

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

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