Chapter 356

Name:Warhammer Wizard Author:Emperor
two days later.

Ren was flying in the sky on the wind rider. On the ground not far ahead, there was an extremely wide mountain located in the middle of the grassland. The slope of the mountain was very gentle, and the highest point was only tens of meters. Thousands of tents, wooden houses or stone buildings form a small-scale rough city.

"Thorn Ridge."

Ren recognized this place. Thorn Ridge was one of the largest settlements on the prairie. The residents were more complex, mainly half-orcs, followed by centaurs, and some humans, goblins, and orcs.

Thorn Ridge is located on the only way for the empire to go to the orc tribe. Its trade is relatively developed, and it can receive far more taxes than Kas of the Droken tribe.

The airship of Pala Floating City stayed in the Zhuoken tribe for a day. It first stopped by another smaller tribe to collect taxes smoothly, and then arrived at Thorn Ridge.

Ren patted the Wind Rider to lower his flight altitude.

After a while, the huge Wind Rider approached Thorn Ridge. People on the ground noticed the flying dragon in the sky, and many looked up.

The half-orc guards standing on the sentry tower put on a vigilant posture.

It wasn't until they saw the orc on the wind rider's back that the flying dragon had no intention of attacking, so they relaxed a little and stared at Ren as he landed on an open space.

Under the crowd watching, Ren jumped off the back of the Wind Rider.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, and heavy footsteps made two big footprints on the ground. The armor on his body collided with the iron chain, making the sound of metal clanging. The single-edged giant ax hanging on the back reflected cold light on the sharp blade, and faintly smelled of fresh blood.

Anyone who saw him could tell that this was an orc warrior who had experienced many battles.

Ren scanned the surrounding crowd with fierce eyes, and there was a terrifying will in his eyes, which made people dare not look at him.

"Legendary Orc Warrior!"

"Come on, stay away from this guy, don't provoke him."

"who is he?"

The onlookers shrank their necks and backed away, and no one dared to approach, especially some half-orcs, who had a natural fear of pure orcs.

Ren grinned, and the two fangs at the corners of his mouth were particularly eye-catching.

He started walking on the dirt road in Thorn Ridge, followed by the Wind Rider, and everyone avoided him all the way. Even if there are people who don't have long eyes and can't recognize him as a legendary beastman, the high-level flying dragon of the Wind Rider alone is enough to shock most people.

Ryan's Voice of All Things heard a lot of whispers, and he believed that within half an hour, speculation about himself would spread throughout Thorn Ridge.

He walked for two minutes and stopped in front of a tavern.

Looking up to the back of the tavern, you can see half of the airship's airbag exposed, and the darts I made of activated metal are still on the airbag, firmly fixed.

Ren asked the Wind Rider to stay outside and walked into the tavern by himself.

Open the door and enter, the originally noisy voice in the tavern hall suddenly fell silent, a dozen tables were filled with guests, and all of them turned to look at the entrance of the tavern, their eyes full of surprise.

Among these people are powerful orcs, half-orc warriors and superhumans.

However, Ren didn't pay attention to them at all, staring at his scarlet eyes, with a cruel expression on his face, and cursed in orc language: "Do you want to eat my axe?"

When people saw the huge ax behind him, most of them quickly looked away.

A few people were not convinced, and just about to stand up and retort, they were held down by their companions and covered their mouths, explaining in a low voice: "Are you crazy? He is a legendary warrior! And he is an orc from the Dragonmaw clan. Go up and even He can't catch an axe, so don't implicate us."

As soon as they heard that it was a legend, these people immediately wilted and lowered their heads in horror.

"Useless coward."

Ren laughed, and sat down in front of the bar in the tavern with heavy steps. He took off the huge ax on his back and put it under his feet. There was a muffled sound, and the huge body creaked the wooden chair under him, as if It could collapse at any moment.

boom!

The bar counter was slapped loudly, which made the orc owner tremble with fear, and he was afraid to go forward to serve.

"Bastard, come here."

Ren called out dissatisfied, and shouted: "Send me the best spirits in your tavern, and ten pounds of roast lamb. Also, go get some live animals to feed my wind rider, It is best to have adult moss sheep, but not more than three years old, the meat is too old. Be careful when feeding, if you startle the wind rider, be careful that I will peel your skin."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of gold the size of a finger from his waist and threw it over.

The half-orc boss looked very embarrassed, but when he received the gold, he immediately became less nervous, and even the "bastard" that he was scolded was not so harsh.

"My lord, the wine and meat will be delivered right away." He nodded and bowed, and stammered back in an unproficient orc language: "I'll send someone to buy moss sheep right away."

"Hurry up." Ren urged again.

The orc boss was very efficient. A few minutes later, a plate of hot roast lamb and two jugs of staghorn wine were delivered to Ren.

He started to gobble it up, chewing the mutton in big mouthfuls, and every two or three mouthfuls, he would take a big mouthful of stag blood wine from the log wine glass. Red wine flowed from the corner of his mouth, and flowed down from his open chest, as if drinking blood, eating rough and scary.

Not long after, moss sheep screamed outside the tavern, and the wind rider began to eat.

The commotion resumed in the hall.

But the guests unconsciously lowered their volume, watching the legendary orc quietly from time to time.

They were all secretly guessing about Ren's origin. They could only tell from the tattoos on his face and body that he should belong to the Dragonmaw clan. However, the Dragonmaw clan has been in decline for hundreds of years. Return to the glory of the year.

The appearance of the known legendary fighters in the Dragon Throat Clan did not match the appearance of this one in front of him.

The most conspicuous thing is the pair of huge fangs carried by the orc on his shoulders, with runes flashing faintly, obviously a piece of high-quality enchanted equipment.

Listening to people's whispered discussions, Ren secretly smiled.

He deliberately swaggered through Thorn Ridge in order to leave false information to mislead the investigation of Pallas Floating City.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Ren ate two large plates of roast lamb, weighing more than 20 pounds. Such a huge amount of food is shocking.

After drinking the last jug of stag blood wine, he wiped his mouth casually.

"belch……"

After belching, Ren waved to the orc boss, "Bastard, I want to ask you a few words."

The half-orc boss trembled all over, and replied in a trembling voice: "My lord, please tell me, as long as I know, I will tell you everything."

"My name is Broxka, I'm not an adult, don't play human tricks on me." Ren spit out a mouthful of disdain, which scared the half-orc boss enough, and then asked: "Stop on the mountain Where did that airship come from?"

"They are master wizards from the floating city of Pallas." The half-orc boss replied respectfully.

"Pallas Floating Void City..." Ren scratched his bald head, then raised his hand impatiently, "Okay, I know, get out."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

As if the orc boss had been granted amnesty, he quickly retreated to the corner behind the bar.

Ren stood up, his tall body seemed to reach the ceiling, and the hall fell silent again, startling all the guests.

He picked up the giant ax and hung it on his back, smiled contemptuously, and walked out of the tavern.

The Wind Rider lay resting on the open space outside the tavern, like a hill, with a lot of blood dripping on the ground, with flesh and blood hanging from his sharp teeth. Many pedestrians stood in the distance pointing, their eyes full of envy and curiosity, like this flying dragon Mounts are rare in Briar Hill.

When they saw Ren come out, they turned around and left.

Ren jumped on the back of the wind rider, and the flying dragon reluctantly got up and flapped its wings, flying into the sky in a cloud of dust, and soon disappeared into the sky.

During this short stay of more than half an hour, a legendary orc warrior named Broxgar had already spread in Thorn Ridge.

Anyone who saw this orc with their own eyes was deeply impressed.

But the heat didn't last long. There were legendary strongmen passing by from time to time in Thorn Ridge, and caravans brought all kinds of news. A rude and powerful legendary orc, in addition to increasing the conversation after dinner, was quickly dismissed. forgotten.

After leaving Thorn Ridge, Ren didn't fly far away.

He found a remote spot in the wild and waited patiently. Until the third day, the metal beacon in the induction moved.

The dart left Briar Ridge and headed east.

Ren's spirit lifted.

About two hundred miles east of Thorn Ridge, there is a small centaur tribe. Obviously, the airship is going there to collect taxes.

He rode on the Wind Rider, flew eastward at the fastest speed, and rushed to the front.

About a hundred miles east of Thorn Ridge.

The darts are getting closer.

Ren made the wind rider fly to the highest point, thousands of meters above the ground. This altitude was far beyond the airship's route, so as not to be detected in advance by the psykers on the airship.

In the past few days of tracking, he has never been in close contact with the airship.

Psykers are extremely vigilant, especially in terms of telepathy, they can be called masters, no matter how well hidden they are, as long as they approach with hostility, they will be discovered.

The Rokanan on the airship is a legendary psyker. Ren has heard of this name before. He is a legendary junior wizard. He has some status in the floating city of Pallas, but he doesn't have a deep understanding of it. With immunity to the will of truth, a legendary psyker, he wasn't worried.

With the prestige of the Duke of Redstone, a tax-collecting airship only needs a legendary wizard to sit in charge.

Ren can be sure that there are no stronger enemies on the airship.

After a while, a small dot appeared from the sky, and it grew bigger and bigger, and soon it appeared the appearance of an airship, galloping in the sky at high speed.

"finally come."

Ren's soul eye locked the airship, allowing the wind rider to fly against the high-altitude cold wind.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer. The wind rider was located several thousand meters above the airship. From the bottom, it looked like a bird the size of a finger, and did not arouse the vigilance of the airship.

Rennes calculated the distance and direction.

He took a deep breath, held a huge axe, and jumped down from the back of the wind rider, using the inertia of the flight, he fell towards the airship rapidly.