"May the wind guide us... Peace is glory... Defend our homeland, defend peace, pick up the hammer of the storm..."

"Under the fury of the wind, no one can be safe, only you believe in yourself, even a rotten wood can fight against the storm, and remain intact in the destruction."

Looking at the two huge stone pillars on the left and right, the characters of orcs carved on them.

Ye Tian has been able to interpret them without any obstacles, and then found that most of the words they translated are inspiring... Leading people to fight against the storm and fight for peace.

This is the significance of campus fighting. It is a nation that was originally fighting, a tribe that was originally created for fighting, a new comer who is enthusiastic, a person who was born with fighting and is born with excellent talent, but they represent peace. It's a very difficult thing.

"Even human beings will expand for desire and greed, and fight for these illusory things, even use knives and guns on the surface, so countless lives are wasted, whether thousands of years ago or now, orcs can be so free and easy, even more open than us."

Ye Tian can feel a wave of respect and respect: "this is the real tribe, the real ethnic group."

Heimang went to see the hammer in the legend. He was very excited and couldn't rest for a long time. He didn't know what kind of vision he should have now to see the hammer of the storm. This is the legend of the orcs, the legend of the frost wolf clan, and even the legend of the whole Orc tribe.

But until ye Tian had already opened his legs and walked slowly towards the hammer of the storm, there was a big idea that he wanted to pick it up, so that heimang could turn from his excitement and shock to another kind of more surprise.

My human predecessors even have the idea of trying to pick up this hammer?

Maybe it's the rendering of words, or maybe Ye Tian himself resonates with the hammer. He resolutely walks up to the hammer of the storm and stares at his mouth quietly. Ye Tian has a hammer half the size of his body, which contains a terrible energy.

Just a few feet away, ye Tian could feel the hammer, as if it could break everything.

There's an infinite amount of energy compressed into it, in a hammer made of wood.

It's hard to imagine using wood to mean real peace.

To make weapons and fight, naturally, is to try every means to improve their combat effectiveness, or the combat effectiveness of their own army. They will use the hardest equipment, the hardest material, or the sharpest metal to make the most lethal cold weapons.

Since the age of cold weapons passed, it seems that the orc tribe has never eliminated such a production method. They use this technology in their daily life, because they think it is enough. Even though they don't have the convenience of science and technology, they live like a primitive man, with no disadvantage except convenience.

In fact, the crystallization of all human wisdom is the root of laziness.

Knowing all this, no one wants to conquer the hammer. He just feels that he can feel a green breath and a trend of yearning for peace from such a hammer with terrible destructive energy.

This is the power yearning for peace, which makes him feel a sense of familiarity and stability. He doesn't feel any fear or awe for such a hammer. He just feels that this hammer is originally a hammer representing the power of peace, and the resonance it produces is not clear in language, and can only be understood through touch.

He walked forward step by step, did not notice a figure appeared behind them, and was slowly watching all this.

"It's stable. It's never irritable."

Ye Tian's hand gently put on the hammer of the storm, you can see that the original restless energy, the original destructive force covering the surface of the hammer of the storm, all converged at this moment, like an ordinary wooden hammer, it now looks very ordinary and safe.

It was at the moment when ye Tian's hand touched the hammer that a voice came from behind them, with a strong voice, some thick, like a strong man.

Ye Tian turns around and caresses the hammer of the storm in his hand, as if he does not have the power of the storm like her name, as if he is a token of peace and stability.

"Your Excellency?"

Finally, the two of them had a chance to look at the figure behind them. When ye Tian came down from the stone platform, he could see the figure approaching. He was wearing a very old robe. The pattern on the robe was very strange and strange, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.And this robe, even this very wide hood, was over this man's head, and there was no way to see his face clearly.

But indistinctly, ye Tian can even feel that a very powerful and powerful force of thunder lingers around this man.

With such an obvious breath, this person's use and control of thunder must be very important. He has even integrated thunder into his body, his body, and it. This is the only thing after he has reached a certain level of cultivation of thunder.

"Sal." Ye Tian blurts out.

The figure who watched them walk slowly began to take off her hat slowly, and let her robe just split on her shoulder, showing her appearance completely.

It has dark green skin, like moss, on which there are traces of time and many scars. It can be seen that he has experienced many ups and downs over the years, which are also the price he has paid for the hard won peace.

There are some wonderful patterns and tattoos on these scars. What do they represent?

In addition, what is worth mentioning most is him. In his hands, there is a flash of thunder, which seems to resonate with the hammer of anger in the rear. The hammer of wind fury reappears again. The power of the storm seems to resonate with sal.

Ye Tian exclaimed: "this power is really powerful. It's the orc's unique human power. No, it seems to be the power of another belief. "

"It's the power of nature, the power of elements." Sal said with a smile