The Black Stone pursuers were killed by the wise man, and the crisis was resolved instantly. The villagers packed up their things and followed Ken to another foot of the mountain with excitement. In the next period of time, they finally had topics of conversation and no longer had to talk about the wizard nervously.

The Wise Man did not accompany the villagers, but he kept Sylvie, and her brother Belaron was also left behind. In the original words of the Wise Man, he saw that Belaron had some bones and wanted to take them back for training for a few days. However, when he remembered the little yellow book at the Wise Man's house, Grans and others were deeply suspicious of this set of rhetoric.

After choosing a good location, Glas and others began to build a new village with the villagers. They logged wood and weeds, burned wasteland and diverted water. In just one month, the new village was established in a very good manner, and their smiles reappeared on the villagers' faces. If the Black Stone clan army did not appear again on the other end of the mountain, they would probably smile even brighter.

The enemy that came this time was not the vanguard troops, but the army led by the governor Tasana! Ahem, the so-called army actually only had 10,000 people, because all the vanguard troops were killed, and now it is only more than 9,000.

But don’t underestimate these more than 9,000 people. In this era when you can’t eat enough and don’t wear warm clothes, the Black Stone clan can provide more than 10,000 warriors. If you say this kind of strength, it will scare a large number of people, even beyond the imagination of most people!

Moreover, the strength of the Black Stone clan is far more than this, don’t forget that they have four generals! In addition to the Black Stone Guard of the Great Chief, there are three armies of the same strength, which is simply unimaginable in the current era!

If this incident is exposed, those who hear it can't help but wonder, how many people are there in the Black Stone clan? How strong will the power they hide will be if they can organize nearly 50,000 warriors?

I was very scared when I thought about it carefully, and the answer was chilling!

From this we can see that the Chief Black Stone who had never met had a deep understanding of the principle of making money silently and saving such a wealth without saying a word. If he was just bored and played casually, he would probably not believe it!

The Black Stone clan is very powerful, but no one's money is blown by the strong wind. This cost more than 2,000 soldiers for no reason. The governor Tasana wanted to die. It can be imagined how angry he would be if the chieftain knew about this.

Tasana knew very well that there were definitely monitors under her command, and there were probably many. If she dared to hide this matter and refused to report it, her ending would be very miserable, and she would never dare to imagine it!

However, the ending after the report was not too good. Just when Tasana was at a loss, the warlock Mojira, who was sent to hunt, brought new news. She stared at her embarrassed subordinates and asked in a strange tone: "Are you sure? Do you know what you said just now?"

In the Blackstone clan, if the mission fails, the worst is that the level is dropped or the worst is that the chief never looks at the process, but only discusses the results!

When he thought of the punishment after the failed mission, Mojila gritted his teeth and suddenly looked up and said firmly: "Mr. Governor, I know this is incredible, but this is what I saw with my own eyes! An old orc flew into the sky, he just waved his hand, and the earth quake angrily lava exploded, and our proud soldiers fell helplessly in the sea of ​​fire. They struggled, but watched themselves burned to ashes!"

Although several days have passed, Mojila, who remembered the scene at that time, was still very scary. It was so terrible, so terrible! How could there be such a powerful person in this world? He slaughtered the demonic flames with his hands. Who is he?

"Okay, Mojila, I will report this matter to the Chief, the punishment for the failure of the mission will be temporarily cancelled, and everything will be decided after the Chief makes a decision!"

With a sigh of relief in her heart, Mojila lowered her head and left the room. The originally calm Tasanna's face became quite strange. She was happy and sad. She was so happy that the person the chief had been looking for for many years had finally found it. She probably had no mistakes and even had some contributions. But when she remembered the complicated expression of the chief when he mentioned this person, Tasanna only felt heavy in her heart, and even felt difficult to breathe.

The news of the Black Stone soldiers appearing again. As the villagers who are warned on the mountain every day appear, everyone knows it in a blink of an eye and is willing to go and ask the wise man what to do. Unfortunately, the old orc waves his hand with a smile, obviously not taking this matter to heart.

Logically speaking, the task of the team has been completed, and it is not their turn to worry about the future. But strangely, no one proposed to leave, as if he was determined to fight to the death with the Black Stone clan and protect the villagers' conscience.

That morning, Yujiali woke up as usual and walked out of the house yawning. The villagers passing by were talking and laughing, but now they all turned into mutes. Yujiali didn't care. In the awe-inspiring eyes of the villagers, he walked out of the village in a daze.

The village was first built, and there was only a small river not far away as the water source. When Yu Jiali arrived, she was in chaos and the orcs who were washing clothes and vegetables scattered, leaving Mullisa to look at her awkwardly.

"You are the only one? Where are Cruise and the others?"

During this period, he repeatedly expressed his wish to thank the people for their gratitude, but the five members of the team refused repeatedly. They were completely unanticipated in their hearts about what good things they could come up with. In desperation, they had to compensate from other aspects. Even though there were only a few wooden houses built now, they still took out two for the five-person accommodation.

Compared to Xi Tianmudi's life, it feels wonderful to live in a house. Although the house is extremely simple, the five people don't care at all. Two ladies and three men's one, they just lived in so happily.

Mullisa shook her head: "I didn't see it, I guess I haven't gotten up yet!"

Sighing, Yu Jiali was a little angry and said, "Men!"

After the few people met in the morning, one person was unexpectedly missing. Mullisa said curiously: "Where is Glens?"

He subconsciously looked at each other, and Triton smiled bitterly: "We are looking for him too. He got up strangely early today, but he didn't know where he is now!"

Several people were puzzled by Grans' abnormal behavior. Ken, who had temporarily finished his work, happened to pass by. After learning about this, he was surprised: "I saw him heading to the mountain alone in the morning. It is said that he was visiting the teacher. He didn't tell you?"

The four of them shook their heads, and Grans acted alone without saying a word of hello. This made them dissatisfied, and a hint of curiosity arose in their hearts.

Grans' appearance did not make the old orc feel strange, as if he had known it for a long time. After nodding, he turned around and let Silvey play alone, and then scolded Bellane with a stern face to practice. With the other party's sad face, he asked to do the sword swing five hundred times again!

Bellan almost cried out. He looked at the stone sword in his hand and then at the stern old orc. The more pitiful it would be.

"Mr. Wise, you don't seem surprised by my arrival,"

After walking a distance, Grans couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Who told you in advance?"

"No one told me," said the wise man with a smile: "If there is, it can only be this wind, this water, this earth, this ubiquitous ancestor spirit!"

The spirit of the ancestors was too profound, and Grans couldn't understand it at all. Thinking of the purpose of today, the courage that he had mustered disappeared out of thin air. At this moment, he was thinking about it and wondering whether he should speak.

"Child, what are you afraid of?" the old orc blinked and said, "There are only two of you and me here. Are you worried that I will tell you?"

The old orc said something so shameless, Glens blushed. He waved his hand quickly and did not dare to admit it. However, after such interruptions, the hesitation in his heart became a little bit fainter. He felt that what the old orc said was a little reasonable. After a moment of pause, he hesitated: "Mr. Wise, what do you think of me?"

The old orc smiled mysteriously and did not answer. Grans looked confused. When he was nervous, he saw the scenery in front of him suddenly change. The gurgling spring water flowed down from the mountains, and the turbulent water droplets floated in the air. The sunlight shone colorfully. When he looked up, he felt that the green trees were shady in his sight, and the cool breeze was gentle, and his mood became calm inexplicably calm.

After a secluded place of peace, Grans sighed in his heart, but saw the old orc walking towards the cliff, sitting on the ground under the shade of a big tree on the cliff, pointing to the side, saying, "Sit down and let's have a good chat."

Grans went happily, and the old orc smiled and suddenly said, "When I first saw you, I thought you were an innocent boy. Although my thoughts were a bit naive, it also showed your simplicity and kindness. But I realized my mistake later!"

The old orc who said here slowly put away his smile, "I can't imagine what you have experienced. There is always a trace of sorrow lingering at the corners of your eyebrows! My child, what exactly occupies your heart and makes you so sad?"

Subconsciously touched the corner of his eyebrows. Grans wanted to make excuses, but looking at the loving gaze of the old orc, he somehow made a sudden burst in his heart and blurted out: "My identity!"

"Oh?" The old orc was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on Grans with encouraging eyes: "I hope to hear it clearly."

"this..."

Grans felt a little regretful. The purpose of coming today was to help the wise man solve his doubts, but unexpectedly, just at the beginning, he told the deepest questions in his heart. This was a secret that even his good friend Triton and his close family didn't know.

Grans became hesitant again. The old orc did not urge him. He felt the mountain wind passing by his arm. He seemed to have found a new toy, changing his gestures back and forth, enjoying himself and having fun.

"I have a mother who loves me. Although she looks bad on weekdays, I know she has a bad mouth and a heart that is hard to bear. She is reluctant to let me suffer a little!

And my dad, I have a naughty personality and I don’t know how many troubles I have caused when I was young. My dad always raped me, but I know he squeezed his smile on his face and said nice things to others, afraid that I will be isolated by other children.”

Recalling childhood, a innocent smile appeared on Grans's face, but this smile had just bloomed, but it gradually disappeared in a flash: "My parents are very good to me, and they are far away from other families' care for their children. I know this deeply, and I am becoming more and more afraid in my heart. I am afraid of losing them, and I am afraid that they will no longer love me,

Because, I am not their biological son, I am an orphan!"

The old orc didn't speak. He knew that Glens hadn't finished speaking yet. Sure enough, after a moment, he only heard Glens sigh and said, "They call us Gelters, family members!

I don't understand why I look different from my friends. I once asked my parents naively, but I didn't get the answer.

As I get older, I hate myself more and more. I hate those two fangs that protrude my lips. I hate my skin color. I even hate my own appearance. I dreamed more than once in the middle of the night and dreamed that I became a Draenei!

But dreams are just dreams after all. Dreams will wake up one day, and now I finally know my identity!”

Looking at the old orc, Glens said word by word: "I am an orc, the native of this world, a humble and ignorant primitive man!"

"Humble?" the old orc couldn't help but retort: ​​"Child, why do you humiliate yourself? What about humiliating your race?"

"Isn't it?" Grans smiled bitterly, "Gerte, a lie that is not rigorous, but I have always believed it. Even if I meet Bellane, even if I see you, I buried my head in the soil like an ostrich, and I don't want to face reality!

But the hardest thing for people to deceive themselves is themselves!

No matter how I deny it, no matter how I try to convince myself, there is always a loud voice telling me that this is a lie, I am an orc, a damn orc!"

"Child, I don't understand why you think so, but I want to tell you a little!" The old orc's expression became quite serious. He shouted: "High up your chest, my child, we orcs are never humble. We live proudly in this world, rely on our own hands to fight. No matter what difficulties and torture we encounter, we will never bow our heads!"

Grans obviously didn't listen. He shook his head with disappointment and said, "You don't understand, you will never understand..."

"Ignorance is you, my child!" The old orc interrupted Grans: "Because you don't know your own race at all! Do you think the Draenei are powerful? On the contrary, in my eyes they are quite weak, weak and hypocritical!"

Grans looked at the old orc in surprise. He wanted to refute the other party's words, but then he thought it was meaningless and felt it was even more ridiculous. He had never experienced it personally, and ignorant people could not understand that kind of power at all!

"Maybe I should give you some stories about us orcs," he seemed to notice Grans' disdain. The old orc spread his fingers open. When the invisible mountain wind blew across his fingertips, he left helplessly. The thick lines rose out of nothing. A few sketches came out of nowhere, and an orc appeared in front of the two people alively.

"His name is Grom, he is a warrior. The story begins when he walked out of the clan at a young age and participated in an unequal war..."
Chapter completed!