Orc Knight

Abel ran away anyway.

As the patriarch of the Violent Lion Clan, Abel's combat power is naturally one of the best. Unlike other races, the patriarch of the Lion Clan is passed from the previous generation to the next generation, but the next generation initiates a challenge. Only by killing the previous patriarch , Stepping on the corpses of their relatives, becoming the strongest, can lead the whole clan.

So there is no doubt about Abel's strength, even if he is blind in one eye at this moment, he is still tenacious and brave.

In the end, Blair, who was fighting against him, still failed to keep him. On the contrary, he let him seize the opportunity, howled, and ran away with the rest of the lions.

The faces of the wolves and the Mavericks were not very good-looking.

Well, looking at it from a more objective perspective, Ivan, who was watching, actually found that the reason why Abel managed to run away was largely due to Fukosi, who was blinded by hatred.

If Abel hadn't deliberately used Fox as a shield, he wouldn't have escaped so easily.

Think about it, a fox, a fox with a delicate body and soft legs, a weak and wounded fox rushes into a bunch of lions, tigers and wolves, trying to kill everyone...

Well, Ivan's ability to maintain a deadpan face without laughing is already a great success. Hatred can make people become secondary, so he shouldn't be so surprised.

White and the leader of the gray back wolf, that is, Gerrett, did not lead people to chase, but gathered the tribe together. Blair opened his mouth and bit Fukosi's tail, and Fukosi was a little crazy at the moment and wanted to continue chasing. White glanced at Fukosi contemptuously, and kicked it directly.

He didn't end the battle just now. The wolf clan is not a group that likes to play individual heroes. With a low growl, he directed the pack of wolves to attack.

In the end, Abel rushed out with great morale, and he was not surprised by this—White knew this would be the result when Ivan didn't hold Fukosi and let him rush in.

"Fox, remember, you are a fox, a race of brains, not an idiot who rushes in and tries to prove your brain capacity with your claws!"

White reached out and picked up the struggling red fox, and threw it into Ivan's arms next to him, "Look at him! Otherwise, I don't mind having an extra shawl made of red fox fur."

Ivan hugged Fukes and sighed slightly, "Fur... calm down."

Fukosi's struggle gradually became smaller, and the hatred in his eyes gradually settled, and finally turned into a pool of stagnant water, calm and without waves.

He said softly, "Sorry, I lost my temper."

Seeing that Fukes had calmed down, Ivan slowly put Fukes on the ground. In the next second, Fukes turned back into a human form, and said to White who was standing next to him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Trouble, Chief White."

White sneered, he ignored Fukosi, but looked Ivan up and down, and said playfully after a while, "Are you a priest?"

Ivan was taken aback.

White pointedly said, "You just helped this stupid fox heal."

As soon as Ivan heard that, a gentle smile habitually hung on his face, and he began to think in his heart, "Well, Fukesi's injury was treated by me."

White's expression changed slightly, and the look in Ivan's eyes was not as contemptuous as before. "Very few half-orcs become priests."

Ivan was still smiling, gentle and soft. What he said just now did not admit that he was a priest. As for what others think, it has nothing to do with him~ White bowed slightly, "Then, can you help me?" What about my clansmen for healing?"

As soon as Ivan heard it, he subconsciously performed the healing gestures of the priests in the temple, with an unusually bright and tolerant smile.

"This is my duty, Patriarch White."

His voice was as warm as water, and like a trickle, he dissolved the blood and killing still entrenched in the minds of many orcs, and each of them became quiet and peaceful.

These orcs, regardless of the wolf clan and the winged tiger clan, received Ivan's treatment according to the severity of the injury. He chanted the spell of primary healing with a light and pleasant voice. Little by little, he healed the wounds on many orcs and dispelled their pain.

Whether it was the Mavericks who respected Ivan originally, or the white wolves and gray back wolves who didn't take Ivan seriously at first, they all looked at Ivan with respect and gratitude at the moment.

And Edwin looked at Ivan with more enthusiasm, and Blair blocked Edwin's naked sight with a cold face. If the lion he was fighting with him hadn't bit off Edwin's hind leg, the black tiger must have pounced on.

After the treatment, Ivan's face was quite pale, and he stood up staggeringly. Blair, who had been standing by the side, immediately supported Ivan. Without saying a word, he took out a small bamboo tube and handed it to the ivan.

After Ivan took it, he fell back, and then he smiled wearily, "It's okay, Blair."

White looked at Ivan like this, and his tone became more polite, "Ivan, thank you this time, if it weren't for your help, my clansmen would have been seriously injured."

Gretel, the head of the gray-backed wolf, also put away the slight smile that had been hanging on his face, and said to Ivan solemnly, "Thank you for your help. If you need help in the future, please feel free to tell me."

Ivan froze for a moment, shook his head with a smile, his silver eyes were full of warmth and kindness, his smile grew brighter even though he was tired, "No, please don't say that, it is my duty to save the dying and heal the wounded, this is what I should do of."

He let go of Blair's hand holding him, straightened his spine, and said with a serious expression, "So, please don't thank me."

White and Gretel were immediately infected by Ivan's smile and words, and all kinds of thoughts flooded their hearts. Their affection for Ivan gradually increased, and Ivan was completely included in the protection circle.

And the Mavericks who knew Ivan's force value quite well were illuminated by Ivan's halo of the Virgin, and immediately selectively forgot Ivan's toughness. Even Edwin felt that Ivan should be so gentle. , is worth holding in the palm of your hand, and must be protected, completely forgetting his unlucky chrysanthemum a few days ago...

Looking at Ivan like this, Blair felt a little puzzled, but he was not stupid enough to ask directly, but said in the spiritual contract, "Ivan, is this really your duty?"

Ivan's gentle smile froze for a moment, and he said to White, "What to do next, Patriarch White, Patriarch Grete, please, please allow me to rest first."

"Well, you have a good rest!"

Upon hearing this, White immediately asked Blair to help Ivan to rest beside him, and he, Gretel, and the Mavericks began to discuss how to deal with the escaped Abel.

Ivan leaned softly beside Blair, and he glanced at Blair. Blair still had doubts in his eyes, so Ivan had to close his eyes.

He asked in the spiritual contract, "Why do you ask that?"

Blair replied honestly, "Because when you smiled at White and the others just now, you didn't really feel happy."

After a pause, he emphasized his tone, "I can feel that what you really like is not that kind... Uh, how should I put it, it's just that kind of look. It's weird that you look weak now..."

The corner of Ivan's mouth twitched, "Then what should I look like?"

Blair fell into thought when he heard the words, memories flashed in his golden eyes, "Ah... Ivan..."

"Ivan should be strong and elegant. Just standing there, people dare not look directly at him, exuding a chilling presence."

"It's like Modiras, who was criss-crossing the sky more than ten years ago, and all the feather tribes avoided it; The most powerful monster that is coming, the high priest Beria who protects all the clansmen alone..."

"Ah, forgive my lack of language." Blair scratched his head, he looked at Ivan fixedly, his eyes were full of trust and pride, "Anyway, you shouldn't be like this."

"Ivan, strength belongs to you, other words are pale."

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Ivan stared blankly at the radiant Blair, and his heart was gradually surrounded by a warm current. He did not expect that Blair knew him much better than he thought, nor did he expect that Blair was so knowledgeable. Believe in him, and believe so for granted.

He lowered his head abruptly, hiding the intense emotion in his eyes, and said nothing, or rather, he didn't know what to say.

Blair looked at Ivan who suddenly lowered his head strangely, and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

Ivan shook his head, and he smiled lightly, "It's okay."

At this moment, Ivan's smile seemed quite real, and it was no longer a false and superficial smile. The corners of his mouth were raised, and he smiled mischievously, "Blair, this is a kind of disguise for me, you can't destroy it~"

Blair blinked, "Ah, is it similar to a chameleon? It can change the color of its body to protect itself?"

Ivan's smile froze, and he said dumbfoundedly, "That's right."

"Well, I see." Blair said seriously, "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone else."

"You have to cooperate with me at critical moments!"

"Okay, I will definitely help you!"

Blair quickly agreed. For him, as long as he can help Ivan, he will be happy in whatever he does.

"Speaking of Ivan, if you treat so many people, will it hurt your body?" Blair looked at Ivan's weak appearance, "I don't want to use it in the future."

Ivan shook his head with a strange smile. He raised his hand and pointed into the distance, "Blair, which direction is that?"

Blair looked up, and then said, "It's the direction of the Central Grassland."

"what happened?"

Ivan looked into the distance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "It's nothing."

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It turns out that the source of power is the Central Grassland?

Perhaps, the holy mountain is worth a trip.