Warhammer Wizard

Two days later.

Ryan rode the rider's wind to fly in the sky. On the ground not far in front, a very 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 houses or stone buildings form a small-scale humble city.

"Thorn Ridge."

Wren recognized this place. Thorny Ridge was one of the largest settlements on the grassland. The residents were more complex, with half-orcs as the main group, followed by the centaur, and some humans, goblins, and orcs.

Brambles Ridge is located on the only way for the empire to go to the orc tribe. The trade is relatively developed, and the tax they can receive is far more than that of the Choken tribe.

The airship of Pala Floating City stayed in the Drowken tribe for a day, first stopped by another smaller tribe, collected taxes smoothly, and then reached Thorns Ridge.

Renn patted the wind rider and asked it to lower its altitude.

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.

The orc guard standing on the guard tower took a wary posture.

It wasn't until they saw the orc on the back of the wind controller that the flying dragon had no intention of attacking, and then they relaxed slightly, staring at Renn and landing on a clearing.

With the crowd watching, Renn jumped from the back of the wind rider.

boom!

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

Anyone who saw his appearance could feel that this was an orc warrior who had experienced many battles.

Renn swept the crowd around him with a fierce gaze, with a terrifying will in his eyes, making people afraid to look at him.

"Legendary Orc Warrior!"

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

"Who is he?"

The onlookers shrank their necks and backed away, and none of them dared to approach, especially some half-orcs, who had a natural fear of pure orcs.

Renn grinned, the two fangs at the corners of his mouth were paying special attention.

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

Ren's Voice of All Things heard many murmurs, believing that within half an hour, guesses about himself would spread throughout Thorns Ridge.

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

Looking up to the back of the tavern, you can see that half of the airship's airbag is exposed, and my own dart made of activated metal is still on the airbag, firmly fixed.

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

Pushing the door to enter, the original noisy sound of the tavern hall suddenly fell silent. A dozen tables were full of guests, and they all turned to look at the entrance of the tavern, with surprise in their eyes.

There is no shortage of powerful orcs, half-orc warriors, and transcendents among these people.

However, Renn did not put them in his eyes at all, staring with scarlet eyes and cruel expressions on his face, cursing 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.

Several people were not convinced. Just about to stand up and sneer, they were held in position by their companions and covered their mouths. They explained in a low voice, "Are you crazy? He is a legendary warrior! And he is an orc of the Dragonmaw clan, go up and even He can't catch it with an axe, don't bother us."

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

"Useless coward."

Rennes laughed, and took heavy steps to sit in front of the bar in the pub, unfastened the giant axe on his back and placed it under his feet, making a muffled sound. The huge body creaked the log chair under him, as if It will collapse at any time.

boom!

The bar counter was slapped with a slap, making the orc boss terrified, shrinking from coming forward to serve.

"Come here, bastard."

Rennes called in dissatisfaction, yelling, "Bring me the best spirits in your tavern, and ten pounds of roast lamb. Also, go get some live animals to feed my wind-rider, Adult moss sheep is best, but no more than three years. The meat is too old. Be careful when feeding. If you startle the wind rider, be careful that I skin you."

While talking, he took a finger-sized piece of gold from his waist and threw it over.

The half-orc boss had a very embarrassed look, and when he received the gold, he immediately became less nervous, and even the scolding "bastard" was not so harsh.

"My lord, the wine and meat will be delivered right away." He nodded and bowed, stammering back in unskilled orc language, "I will send someone to buy moss sheep."

"Hurry up," Renn urged again.

The 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 gorge himself, chewing the lamb with big mouthfuls, and every two or three mouthfuls, he picked up the log wine glass and poured a big mouthful of deer blood wine. The red wine flowed from the corners of the mouth and down from the open chest, as if drinking blood, eating rough and frightening.

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

The noise in the hall resumed.

But the guests unconsciously lowered the volume, quietly looking at this legendary orc from time to time.

They are all secretly guessing the origins of Ren, and can only tell from the tattoos on their faces and bodies 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 clan of the orcs, they don’t. Recover the glory of the year.

The known legendary warriors of the Dragonmaw clan didn't match the appearance of the one in front of them.

The most conspicuous is the huge pair of fangs that the orcs carried on their shoulders, and runes faintly flashed past, which was obviously a very high-quality enchanting equipment.

Rennes smiled to himself as he listened to people's whispers.

He deliberately swaggered across Thorns Hill in order to leave false information to mislead Pallas's investigation.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Rennes had eaten 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 casually.

"belch……"

After a full hiccup, Renn beckoned to the orc boss, "Bastard, I want to ask you a few words."

The half-orc boss was full of excitement, and replied with a trembling voice: "Your honorable lord, please tell me, as long as I know everything, I must tell the lord.

"Lao Tzu's name is Broxgar, not an adult. Don't play with Lao Tzu like human beings." Ren spit out, his face full of disdain, scared the orc boss enough, and then he asked: "Stop on the mountain. Where did that airship come from?"

"They are the wizards from Pallas Floating City." The Orc boss replied respectfully.

"Pallas Floating City..." Ren scratched his big bald head, 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, shocking the guests.

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

The wind rider rests on the open space outside the tavern, like a hill, with blood on the ground and flesh and blood hanging on the sharp teeth. Many pedestrians stand in the distance and point their fingers, with envy and curiosity in their eyes, like this flying dragon. Mounts are rare in Thorns Ridge.

When they saw Ren came out, they quickly turned and left.

Ren jumped on the back of the wind controller, and the flying dragon reluctantly got up and flapped his wings, flying into the sky in the dust, and quickly disappearing into the sky.

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

Everyone who has seen this orc with their own eyes has left a deep impression.

However, the heat did not last long. From time to time, there were legendary powerhouses passing by in Thorns Ridge, as well as various news from the caravan. A rude and powerful legendary orc, besides increasing the amount of talk after dinner, was soon Forgotten.

After leaving Bramble Ridge, Ren did not fly far.

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

The dart left Bramble Ridge and headed east.

Rennes refreshed.

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

He mounted the wind rider, flew east at the fastest speed, and rushed to the front.

About a hundred miles east of Bramble Ridge.

The darts are getting closer.

Ren let the wind rider fly to the highest point, thousands of meters above the ground, this height far exceeds the airship's course, so as not to be detected by the psionics on the airship in advance.

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

Psionics are extremely alert, especially in telepathy, they can be called masters, no matter how hidden they are, they will be discovered as long as they approach with hostility.

The Rocanan on the airship was a legendary psionicist. Rennes had heard of this name before ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was a legendary junior wizard, who had some status in the floating city of Pallas, but he didn't understand it deeply. 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 town.

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

After a while, a small spot appeared from the horizon, 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 thousands of meters above the airship. From below, it looks like a bird the size of a finger, and it does not arouse the airship's alertness.

Rennes calculated the distance and direction.

He took a deep breath, holding a giant axe, and leaping down from the back of the wind controller, using the inertia of the flight, he quickly fell towards the airship.