Legendary Mage

Snell felt the endless power erupting in the thin human body under him. His heart was terrified. He couldn't believe that his power would be lost to this human being anyway.

However, his huge body retreated unwaveringly. This ruthless fact made him have to believe.

When Morin collided with Snell, the collarbone of his right shoulder snapped. He heard the sound of broken bones coming from him.

Now, as Moline continues to explode, the clavicle's broken stubble pierces hard under the skin. However, Morin turned a blind eye to this.

He resisted the severe pain and made a rant!

The orcs heard the sound only in Snare's figure, and then, like a volcanic eruption, Snell's entire person was lifted off the ground by Moline.

As soon as Morin pressed himself, he threw Snar out of the ground. This large-tonnage orc fell to the ground again.

Snell fell to the ground and looked at Mo Lin, who was panting, and saw the bones exploded from his right chest. The orc was completely conquered by Mo Lin.

Strength is certainly something to be proud of, but perseverance and courage is a glory.

At this moment, the orc Snell saw this glory on Morin.

"warrior!"

"hero!"

The orcs stood up and cheered, but this time the cheers were not for their own countrymen, but for the alien human.

The Chieftain came to Moline sometime and raised Moline's good arm. He announced loudly: "This is our winner today. His name is Mo-Lin!"

"Moline!"

The orcs shouted Mo Lin's name repeatedly, but these two words Mo Lin could hear clearly. He had never been so touched. It was the first time that so many people sincerely shouted for himself after a victory.

It's a pity that this was the first time the orc gave him.

At this time Okla also ran over and looked at Mo Lin's injury distressed, but Mo Lin just smiled and said: "I'm fine, this injury is nothing."

Over there, Snell also got up and walked in front of Moline.

Okla immediately stretched out his arms to block Moline, and said fiercely to the coming Snare: "The Chief has declared that Moline has won. What else do you want to do?"

Snell smiled and said, "Okla, you can rest assured that our orcs haven't lost and don't admit it. I came over, just to admit defeat to him personally." Around Oklah came to Moline.

"You are such an amazing person, I was convinced to lose my mouth." Snell said, stretching out his finger and stroking Moline's face.

Seeing this move, Morin surprisingly did not resist, because he felt it seemed to be a special tradition of the orcs.

Warm blood was drawn on Moline's face. Okla saw the symbol that Snell painted on Moline's face, and said to Moline with pleasure: "Brother Moline, Snell has used himself on your face. His blood is marked with a friend's mark, so he will admit that you are his friend, and that kind of brother-like friend!"

Morin looked at Snell, at which time the other party had a simple smile on his face. Morin said to Oklah, "What should I do?"

Oklah looked at Moline and said excitedly: "Traditionally, you should also draw this symbol on his face with your own blood."

auzw.com "Okay, then I'll paint him too." Morin said, also biting his index finger, but it was a bit embarrassing to reach out.

Because Snell was too tall, Morin struggled to draw enough.

Snell knew what Moline meant, and even knelt on one knee, waiting for Moline to mark him. Moline looked at Snell but said to Oklah: "Tell me, how should I draw?"

Okla said with a smile: "I'll draw your hand."

Moline put his hand on Snall's face, and Okla took Moline's wrist and drew a symbol on the orc's face.

That symbol is composed of two identical little symbols, grouped together, just like two little people with the same pace.

Seeing this scene, the chieftain took Moline's hand and Snar, who had stood up, and said to his people: "This is the first brother to our orc Human beings, they concluded an ancient covenant with their own blood. Now these two people are brothers of different surnames. The blood oath connects them, and also connects our orcs with this human being. From this moment, this human being-Mo Lin is the brother of our Gadra tribe!"

The orcs cheered, because Molin concluded such a covenant with Snar with blood, which proves that Moline has no trace of them, and he truly accepted them as orcs.

In the eyes of the orcs, a human can do this, which is really not easy.

The chieftain gestured everyone to be quiet, and the orcs quickly quieted down.

"Morlin not only did not have any ill feelings with our orcs, and became our brother." The Chieftain continued, "And before that, he also did more noble things. He was saved in great distress Our orc child, this child is Okla standing beside him."

When the orcs heard this, they were all surprised. After listening to their chieftains, they admired Moline even more.

What the orc chief said just now was in orc language. Morin didn't understand it. Okla whispered to him on the side. After hearing the chief's words, Morin felt very happy.

Originally he wanted to increase his prestige among the orcs, but just wanted to get the source of the flame; now, he found that these orcs are really open-minded and sincere people, and he also felt that it was worthwhile to get the friendship of these orcs. Happy thing.

After that, the orc chief said something, and everyone started to revel again. But on the side of Mo Lin, under the arrangement of the chief, he went to their shaman priest to heal.

During the treatment of Morin's wounds there, the orc chief also accompanied him.

He said to Morin in common language: "You must think that our duel is unfair to you? Because in my opinion, what you are good at is not strength. However, I still hope you can understand that this is Our tradition has always been that we can only guarantee the purity of our souls by fighting against each other with power and discarding those tricks."

Morin looked at the orc chieftain, some words blocked in his throat, he didn't know whether to say it or not. However, he finally thought: If you want to determine who your friend is, you should treat him sincerely. If a friend really can't stand the test of truth, then this friend doesn't have to make any more.

So, Mo Lin looked at the chief and said, "Although that is your tradition, I think you seem to have some misunderstandings."

"Oh? What do you mean?" The Chief Chief was not angry, but asked curiously.

"I think you have a great prejudice against power." Morin said bluntly, "You are born with powerful forces because of race, so you only see your own strength advantages, but you ignore other strengths. I want to ask, isn’t wisdom not power? Is speed not power? Isn’t magic not power? You only value your physical strength, but ignore other strengths, but you ignore those strengths, but don’t mean those strengths disappear Once. One day, your enemy will deal with you with these forces, what should you do? I think, at that time, no one will respect your traditions."

After listening to Morin's words, the chieftain really turned the river around.

Just as a person is dreaming, he never wants to wake up from this dream, but Moline is just a "bad guy" who breaks this dream.

Now, for the Gadra tribe, the so-called strongest tribe they built on the basis of advocating power, but it was precisely the beautiful dream.

Now, Mo Lin has broken through this beautiful dream. After a while, the chieftain is very grateful to Mo Lin.

Can a paragraph change the fate of a tribe?

Morin's passage did exactly this.