A beast girl wearing only a layer of gray ragged linen came out of the camp tent. She silently sang a folk song praising the abundant resources on the wasteland, and the song was melodious and melodious. The men of the beast tribe who were sitting around the bonfire turned back to her, and their eyes showed infinite yearning. This was perhaps the most lively moment in the campfire. Some beast girls in rags emerged from the shack one after another, singing the melodious folk song with the previous beast girl and the tune. The lyrics were not many, and the tune was very simple, but they kept singing over and over again. The more they listened, the more they felt as if they were in the northern wasteland of the Pai Plateau.

The lame old orc stood up and looked at us from afar. He had already discovered that I was standing on Gaogang and looking down, and seemed to want to invite us over.

I guess the beast warrior around me must have a lot to explain to these orcs, but she is standing quietly by my side, unwilling to take any more steps forward, probably starting to enter her new role. I sighed and said to her in orc words: "I have lived with an orc brother since I was a child. The orc tribe can be said to be my second home. Being able to meet some orc compatriots in this Green Empire is also a fate between us."

As I said that, I gently raised my hand, and a piece of pure ice crystal slowly condensed in the palm of my hand. The strange effect of the instant crystallization of the water-based magic element made the beast warrior around me stunned. She looked at me almost incredible and couldn't say a word. I guess it was probably because she was stunned for the first time when she saw magic.

In fact, my original intention was to prove that I was a magic apprentice. I had some civilians in El City who did not enjoy unprivilegedness and had always lived a life of food and clothing. I said to her: "Maybe a few gold coins are only enough to buy an ordinary magic scroll, or on the test bench, I just shook my hand and would completely scrap a piece of Warcraft leather worth ten gold. For me, this is just a little loss, but a few gold coins may be enough to bear the cost of all of you back home. I am just helping some orc friends, just like they helped me so selflessly a few years ago. You don't have to worry at all!"

"Please accept my little kindness..."

Before my words could be finished, I saw the beast warrior in front of me crawling on the ground and kneeling in front of me. It was the etiquette of the orc tribe's people to the leader. I looked at the scene in shock, not knowing what was wrong with the beast warrior. She knelt respectfully in front of my feet, touched my boots with her forehead, and whispered a hymn to bless the beast god. The lyrics meant that the supreme beast god was pitying the people on the Pai Plateau, and would not abandon these orcs who worshipped their ancestors no matter where they were.

At this moment, there was also a cheer from the campfire camp. I saw the lame old orc running towards the hillside almost marching like flying. He had only one intact leg, and the lower half of the other leg was completely an iron rod, but this did not affect his movement at all. He was almost running in the front, and he was holding the stone drum totem that had been emitting light slightly between his hands.

I never expected that I could see the shaman doctor of the Orc Tribe in the city of El. Yes, I could see that the old orc had only a little bit of magical power, but he was just the lowest-level shaman doctor who had just used the stone drum totem. But even so, it surprised me. When did the Orc Tribe actually let these shamans with high status in the early tribes wander in a foreign land?

The orcs in the entire campfire camp began to boil, but the beast girls standing in the camp still sang hymns in unison to praise the beast god.

Everyone's eyes showed an extremely excited expression. I bent down in surprise and asked the beast female warrior in front of me: "Hey, wake up, what's wrong with you?"

"You are the waiter of the Beast God, the one who guides us away from suffering!" The beast warrior raised his head with tears in his face and said with a smile. The bitterness and happiness on his face were so vivid. I think they must have misunderstood. How could I be the messenger sent by the Beast God? Lord Beast God has never communicated with me in private, not to mention that I am just a human child, and a magic apprentice. I cannot be the messenger of the Beast God no matter what!

The beast warrior no longer explained to me at this time, and even a pair of fat rabbits on her chest jumped out of her half-body armor. There was a layer of oil on her skin, which was like chocolate. She continued to crawl at my feet like crazy, constantly singing praises to the beast god.

It was only at this moment that I deeply realized that the Beast God has a supreme position in the minds of every orc in the orc tribe. For the orcs, the Beast God may be their supreme oldest ancestor. Just because I felt that the Beast God did not abandon them, they actually made them ecstatic. They were still confused, and their difficult life and slim future made them live numbly, but at this moment, they inexplicably discovered that the Beast God did not abandon them, which made them burst out with enthusiasm like a tide.

The old orc, who was the lame old orc, rushed to me first, fell to the ground on one knee, and another prosthetic leg with half an iron rod embedded in it was placed flat behind him. Even if a young orc next to him wanted to help him kneel down, he was slapped away by him. The old orc's eyes were full of excitement, stared at my eyes tightly, and said to me in the orc's words: "Please take us away from this endless suffering, Lord God."

At this time, my mouth was so open that I could stuff two walnuts into it. I didn't know what I should say, but I just pointed at myself with a little bit of a noise, looked at the old orc, and pointed at myself with force.

The old orc raised his head, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together because of his smile, and his eyes showed great joy, and his smile was very bright. He said respectfully to me: "Sir, can you show the power of the flame?"

Sometimes, things are so bizarre. While I was still confused, an old orc with a happy smile suddenly came to me and let me show the power of my fire magic. I didn't refuse. I stretched out my other hand and ignited a pure fire element in my palm. The hot flame was in the palm of my left hand, and the ice crystals in the palm of my other hand were shining with each other.

At this moment, the orcs in the entire campfire camp were cheering, and my chin was almost falling off.

What is this situation? Do these ignorant orcs actually think that people with the power of flame and ice are just messengers to save them? In that case, there are at least dozens of messengers who can save them in the Magic Academy on the Central Mountain of El City! Looking at the excited expression of the old orc, I shook my hands awkwardly, let the two magic elements dissipate in the air, and then rubbed my nose a little awkwardly, saying to him: "Are you sure I am the person you are looking for?"

Seeing the old orc nodding with great determination, I rushed to say without waiting for him to speak, "Do you know that there are many magicians who can use flame and ice magic at the same time in the Magic Academy in El City..."

The old orc raised his head and smiled at me. He nodded to show himself to understand, and then said to me: "But you are the only one who is willing to save us!"

"What power do you think is the power of a magic apprentice like me to save you?" I asked in confusion, and then suddenly said, "Maybe I can send you some travel expenses so that you can return to the Pai Plateau safely. Is this possible even if I save you, I still have the ability to do this!"

Actually, I regret buying this beast warrior. I didn’t expect so many changes to happen. Now I am entangled by a group of orc refugees running down from the Pai Plateau. I never thought about rescuing so many orcs. It seems that I will spend a lot of money today.

But I didn't expect that the old orc actually shook his head and said to me seriously: "We won't go back to the Pai Plateau, we will follow you, Lord Messenger..."

The campfire was still beating. In such a hot summer, there were still a few orc children. They were not afraid of the heat of the campfire at all. They squatted next to the big iron pot, took out some food from the bottom of the pot, put it into a wooden bowl, and then quickly got into the cooler shack. The beast girls had also taken back the shack, and only male orcs sat around the shade, listening to the old orc telling the prophecy of an orc sage who was good at divination.

The old orcs began to tell the story of their patients being abandoned by the tribe on the way to migrate during the famine five years ago. He was also sick at that time and was qualified to continue to migrate with a large group of people because he was one of the few shamans in the tribe. As the supreme shamans, the rights they had in the tribe were much greater than those possessed by magicians in human cities.

But he insisted on staying. His idea was very simple at the time. He just wanted to make these sick orcs less painful as much as possible, and maybe he could find a way to survive!

In fact, he did it! Although there was some luck in it, a team of human businessmen saved them, it was because a human teenager with a great say in the team of human businessmen fell in love with a very thin female warrior in the tribe. In the eyes of the orcs, he didn't think that the orc girl was so outstanding, but he was shocked by his human teenager. In order to bring the orc girl back to the human kingdom, he even took action to save all of them.

At that time, as long as there were some food to eat, the sick orcs could recover their physical strength. In fact, they had no serious illness at all. After eating two meals, their bodies could recover in an instant. However, the orcs would never easily throw away their faith and leave this wasteland because of such a simple meal. Even the beast warrior did not have the ability to persuade these orcs to leave their hometown.

What really changed all this was actually a wise man walking alone on the wasteland. In order to save more orc victims, he set out alone from the town of Gurudin and had been wandering on the wasteland for unknown reasons. The famous wise man successfully persuaded these orcs to leave the wasteland and follow the human boy back to El City.

The old orc sat under the shade of the tree, squinting his eyes as if recalling the memory of the past. He said to me: "The Sage once predicted to me: When I saw him, the young messenger of the beast god would not admit that he was walking on earth with the glory of the orcs and the gift of Mother Earth. He would go to the kingdom of mankind with the power of ice and fire, wind and thunder to save you, go! Children, how can you temper your unyielding steel will without really experiencing some suffering and torture, and see how prosperous the human world is. Perhaps one day you will return to the Pai Plateau with the glory of the beast god again."

My heart moved. It should be a secret that I have the four-type magic elements of ice, fire, wind and electricity. Moreover, even the magicians above level 10 after the first transfer in the Magic Academy have only learned two-type magic, and even those who have learned three-type magic are rare. The old orc said that four-type magic is indeed a bit in line with my situation.

At this time, the old orc took out a scroll from his arms very carefully. It was not so much a scroll as a piece of abandoned magic parchment that had been used after magic. However, this piece of parchment was only the size of a palm, which looked very familiar to me. It was clearly a piece of magic parchment of the fire gathering scroll discarded after use. Seeing that the parchment was cut very untidy, the whole parchment paper was even just a simple and cooked magic antelope skin.

I could actually see this fire gathering scroll that was once made while riding the Yagui Beast on the northern wasteland with Kuz while wandering on the wasteland. It looked very simple to make. The magic pattern arrays had disappeared without a trace of ink. Unexpectedly, this old orc was still retained as a treasure.

He handed me the parchment carefully and said to me respectfully: "The wise man said that you will understand everything when you see the contents of this parchment!"

I took the parchment in surprise, not knowing what mystery is hidden inside. When I unfolded it, I realized that it was actually a letter with orcs written in words:

Dear Gillia:

I'm glad you can see this letter. If I predicted correctly, you should live happily in the human kingdom at this moment.

At this moment, do you feel that the "divination technique" is mysterious?

That's right! It's a very mysterious power that can make people lift up a veil in the future time and space, and vaguely see the shadows inside. Okay, please forgive me for not revealing the oracle. They are suffering people in the great famine. Your appearance just changed their future destiny. I hope these orcs can help you. Please treat these poor orc children well!
Chapter completed!