Orc Knight

That night, the Leopard tribe was singing and laughing. They cleaned up the open space and prepared the food. They all wore beautiful leather clothes and danced wildly around them to welcome guests from afar.

Ivan sat under the shade of the tree, feeling the free and unrestrained atmosphere, and his mood soared involuntarily. He smiled and watched Blair being pulled aside by Cotrall, and a group of people began to try to get him drunk after beating him up.

The wine here is called carat. It is a drink made from natural spar and many fruit and medicinal materials. It is as cold as a knife when it enters the stomach. The world turns into a breeze and dissipates, leaving only a trace of aftertaste.

This kind of wine is difficult to drink, but once you are addicted to it, it is very difficult to quit. Blair is blushing at this time, his golden eyes are faintly red, and he looks a little crazy. At the same time, Cottral kept talking, and Blair kept silent while listening to the drink, at best saying something again, which made Cottral very irritable.

Ivan glanced at Blair lightly, then ignored him, and started chatting with the people around him. Later, he became interested and even danced with Cotrall's partner impromptuly.

Intense drumbeats, cheerful applause, passionate footsteps, loud singing...

This unrestrained atmosphere made Ivan completely relax himself, the shackles on his body disappeared in an instant, and all the self-respect, self-discipline and self-care that he had cultivated over the years were thrown aside, and he only felt that he should laugh out loud at this moment, Sing out loud.

Ivan has never been so grateful for a moment, glad that he came to this world.

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At night, Kottral arranged for Ivan and Blair to live in a relatively spacious wooden house. Blair was snoring loudly, and Ivan leaned against the door, quietly watching the purple moon in the sky.

Suddenly, Blair's voice sounded in Ivan's spiritual contract.

"Ivan, I have a headache."

Ivan was taken aback, he turned his head, looked at Blair who was still "snoring loudly", and silently turned his head back, maintaining the posture of looking at the moon and sky.

"Who made you drink so much that you still can't keep yourself awake~"

Ivan also drank a lot, but in the end he used his bright fighting spirit to drive away most of the drunkenness, and now his mind is very clear.

"But there are so many people who come up to fight, if I refuse, I will be looked down upon by them." Blair's voice was full of grievances, "Being beaten up like that is already ugly, if I am forced to get down again, then It's embarrassing."

Ivan laughed lowly, "Whoever asked your brother to do such an annoying thing here, they should come to you to vent their anger."

Blair snorted a few times to express his dissatisfaction, "My brother did nothing wrong!! He said at the beginning that he would not stay here, and they even tried to use Chris to tie up my elder brother, and even stole Sombra, he deserved it! !"

Ivan raised his eyebrows, "But your brother finally said that the people here are all idiots, this sentence is very offensive~"

Blair said seriously, "They are indeed stupid!"

"..." Ivan was speechless for a while, "But if your elder brother does this, you will be unlucky?"

Blair said as a matter of course, "No, if I was strong enough, then I wouldn't be the one who was unlucky. Now I'm being beaten badly, it's because I'm too weak."

Ivan was silent.

Blair's words pierced Ivan's heart like a sharp sword. Ivan once hated him for being treated unfairly in the temple. Why didn't the family help him until he became a paladin and got Eternal Night? This is the only way to realize this.

Any resentment, grievance, injustice, humiliation, powerlessness, trampling...the existence of any in the world does not lie in how hateful, hateful, ridiculous and shameful the other party is, but in your own incompetence and weakness.

You can't make the world weaker, so make yourself stronger.

It took Ivan 20 years to understand this truth, but Blair explained it right away, which is so natural.

It made him feel ashamed.

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Ivan's long silence made Blair a little uneasy, "What's the matter, Ivan?"

Ivan sighed slightly in his heart, and said lightly, "It's nothing."

After a pause, he changed the subject, "Speaking of which, what did Cotrall tell you just now?"

Blair smashed his mouth, hiccupped, turned over, and pretended to continue to sleep, "What else can it be, wildebeest hunting."

"Wild wildebeest hunting?"

After Blair’s explanation, Ivan knew that at this time of the year—they call it the time of homecoming here, and Ivan calculated by himself that it was September and October—hundreds of thousands of wildebeests would cross half of the prairie from the northernmost point. Grassland, cross the Kacalak Rapids (another name for the Noi River in the Karama Grassland) and come to the southern part of the Karama Grassland to spend the winter.

Wildebeests are earth-type magical beasts. Every year when they cross the river, due to attribute problems, the attack power of those wildebeests in the river is only half of that on the grassland. The tribes living in the south will hunt at this time and store food for the winter.

In one more month, wildebeest herds will come, and even the early wildebeest troops have begun to appear sporadically. Leopards are very good at sneak attack and pursuit, but not very good at confronting wildebeest face to face. .

Cotrall hoped that Blair could help them hunt the wildebeest. Blair's head was swollen and his eyes were dizzy when he was drinking, but he still insisted on not letting go, just wanting to hear what Ivan meant.

Ivan asked strangely, "Aren't you a member of the Yihu clan? I remember that there are people from your clan here, right?"

"How can I go to them with the big brother's matter in front of me?"

"Your elder brother scolded everyone here, why did the cheetah clan dare to take you in?"

"It's very simple, Kotlar told me, ever since my elder brother pitted all the orcs in the woods on the edge of the grassland, the orc tribes on the southern grasslands have agreed that this forest needs to be guarded by a tribe to prevent it from being 'use."

There was a trace of pity and rare schadenfreude in Blair's voice, "Kotral is the second son of the unlucky chief of the Cheetah Clan. He was sent by his father to start a new clan and guard the forest."

Ivan was dumbfounded.

"Then promise him." Ivan thought for a while, "Anyway, we don't know the situation on the grassland now. Instead of looking for the unknown, it's better to grasp the present."

After hearing this, Blair nodded and said, "Oh, then I'll listen to you and talk to Cotrall tomorrow."

Then Blair said worriedly, "Aren't you going to sleep? It's very cold in the woods at night, your injury is just right, be careful not to catch a cold."

Ivan turned his head, the wooden house was pitch black, but the purple moon above his head shone by the door, Blair sat up pretending to have just woken up, his white hair was scattered around his cheeks, fine fluff and white hair mixed together, covering In the purple moonlight, the golden eyes were full of worry and earnestness. Inexplicably, a warm current surged through Ivan's heart.

Blair looked at Ivan and didn't answer. He thought for a while and turned into a beast. A big white tiger curled up in the wooden house. He flapped his wings, "Ivan, you can sleep under my wings, it's warmer there."

The corner of Ivan's mouth raised involuntarily, and he said, "Okay."