Legendary Mage

Morin stayed in Snell's house for one night. This was a good stay. Snell's house was busy until midnight.

It turned out that the news of the arrival of Moline went wild. The original residents of Gadra were very grateful to Moline. Now the benefactor appeared, and the old orcs up to the age of eighty or ninety, down to the dolls who just walked, all came to visit Morin.

With the arrival of the orcs, more gifts were sent to Morin. At the sight of the huge pile of gifts on the ground of Snell's house, Morin shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The heart said: This is a gift for me. When I left these things, I didn't even belong to the boy Snell?

However, Morin does not skimp on these things. What moved him more was that the orc was still so simple, but under that rugged figure, he was grateful.

Seeing these orcish people, Morin felt much better, and the discomfort brought to him by Snell was also put down at this time.

What he was waiting for was just to see Chief Ward tomorrow. He felt that tomorrow's meeting would definitely make things happen.

With little gossip, the next morning, Morin finished washing at Snell's house and ate breakfast, then accompanied by Snell and Okla to the Valley of Honor.

Oklah, the orc little nizi, has been a junior shaman after more than a year. Now his body has become more full of power and beauty, which made Morin unavoidable when he saw it.

However, seeing Snell's care for Oklah so tightly, Moline could only smile and speechless.

The body is careful, it is estimated that this is the one.

The three soon arrived in front of Wald’s fortress, which is no longer a simple tent, but a solid domed stone building.

On the surface, it is not only extremely strong, but also very majestic.

When the three arrived, the guards in front of the door went in to inform, and Wald greeted the soldiers along the way, smiling, and pulling Moline to the fortress.

After a few people had greeted each other, and everyone sat down in separate seats, Wald asked Moline: "Mr. Moline, are you doing anything this time?"

Morin pondered for a while, because he had kindness to Gadella, and he was saying something for help at this time, he always felt a bit of an obstacle.

I just thought that this time the conditions given by Redna are not free help, which is justified, why not.

Besides, I really have a place for them in the future, so this tweak is not done by a man, so I said straight away: "Great Chief, I came here to ask you for help. I am a new human king. There was a war. I think that for you, the same people who are harassed by war, you should be able to understand the suffering that war brings to ordinary people. Now, the people in that royal city are suffering from hunger and disease, and Rebuilding after the disaster will require your help."

After finishing this, Morin dictated Reidna and handed the letter he wrote to Wald.

This is a mutual exchange between the two countries, so Wald took the letter very solemnly and then started to look at it.

After reading this letter for a while, he put it away and raised his head and said to Moline: "Moline, in fact, it is up to you. In a word, the Gadra tribe went to the fire and nothing more, just to provide some food. And strength."

Morin said: "Great Chief, this matter is not my own thing, and I am just a messenger. It will be between you and Slamor, and whether you will communicate with each other and establish a new friendship. Moment."

Wald heard Morin’s words and smiled and said, “You’re right, since this is just a matter for two countries, then this matter is so settled. I also know that the half of the dragon’s body, its The value is very huge, we just provide some food and strength, which is nothing. It seems that Lady Ladina is really heroic, we may also be friends."

auzw.com After that, Moline and Wald smiled recklessly at each other.

So, for the rescue of Slamore, it was so easy to get. It has to be said that Morin's identity plays a huge role here.

Imagine a person who has a life-saving grace for your entire tribe, and he begs you for food and hard work. Are you sorry to say no?

What's more, this is still a paid act, and Wald has no reason to push it.

After discussing the matter, Wald arranged a banquet and invited Moline to have a big meal. This is also a kind of state banquet. Generally, only when treating other tribal leaders will they have such a standard of hospitality.

However, Morin doesn't care much about these things, and feels that such things are very cumbersome. It is better to talk and laugh between friends and eat ordinary food to get more comfortable.

It was also destined that Morin would not be able to take the position of king or the like in his life.

After eating, Morin left Wald, and then said goodbye to Snell and Okla. After that, he went to see High Priest Jingil alone.

The old orc Mo Lin still missed him a bit. In the spiritual valley built by his heart, Mo Lin found the old orc as he wished.

It's not so magnificent here, but it looks very natural and soft. Ginger’s tent is unpretentious and still retains the original characteristics of the orcs.

At the same time, there is no secular sentry here. Morin tapped on the door of Ginger and came in after receiving a reply.

The old orc Jinjier is getting older, even if he also has a thick orc skeleton, sitting on the hide in the middle of the room at this time, he still looks thin and pitiful.

"I have heard that you are here," Ginger looked at Morin and said with a gentle smile, "Please forgive the laziness of an old man. My movements have been a little inconvenient, so I didn't visit you."

Mo Lin quickly said: "Grandpa Ginger, what do you say, where does it make you go to see me? I should have come to see you, how is your life now?"

"Hey, come on alive," Ginger said, "I have taken off the post of high priest, and I have been brought up by the tribe. I have no worries about food and clothing! Old, I really can't do anything."

Morin thought about Ginger's words, and there was a little worry about the Gadra tribe. But this was obviously groundless, and Morin shrugged off those ideas and asked what kind of development the Gadra tribe has had in the past.

Asked here, Ginger took a deep look at Morin, and there was some reproach in his eyes.

"Alas, water can carry a boat and it can be overturned!" Ginger said. "A lot of things seem to be excellent, but they are developing far-reaching, and they may not be good. Your admonishment to Wald has already made this As the tribe grows, it is conceivable that in the near future, it will definitely develop as much as possible."

Mo Lin said with a smile: "Since this is the case, it is not very good."

Ginger looked at Morin and said, "The years give me more than age. What I have experienced tells me that nothing in this world will not die out. Things in the world will be divided for a long time. I thought about the inheritance of Emperor Van Gogh, but such a thing has never happened."

Morin smiled bitterly, "Gadella shouldn't have happened like this?"

Ginger said: "Maybe nothing will happen for a few decades or a hundred years, but it will not be clear in the future. Alas, this kind of thing, once opened, is not something that humans can save, but fortunately, I will die , I can't see my heart."

Mo-lin didn't expect to see Ginger again, and he said all these things, and seeing what he meant, it really meant to complain about himself, which is still difficult to understand for Mo-lin now.

Just as Xia Chong can't speak the language, he didn't know the new year when he was young, and many things will become clear when Mo Lin also grows in age.