I'm not that kind of orc

"Don't divert the topic, now we are discussing the problem that I have no magic power!" I reluctantly pulled back the topic.

Talking to this guy is as tiring as ever...

"In fact, people without magic power do not exist. Magic power comes from the spirit, that is, the power of the soul. As long as a person exists, no matter how little the soul is, there will be magic power. Let me ask you, what did she do for you? The test? The kind where you put a card with ancient elf runes on your forehead?"

"Yes."

"Stupid!" Roland smiled and shook his head, "That method is useless to orcs."

"What?"

"Different systems of spells have different sources of power. The spells of elves originate from the twelve main gods we believe in, who are in charge of different functions. By driving the main gods to cast blessings on us, or by sensing the goblins who are their servants To obtain the power of different attributes, all spells, runes, and magic circles are built around this center. And you orcs born in the hands of the devil, you have no blessing from the main god on your body, and there is no need for the main god. You believe in the shamanism of worshiping the ancestors and the balance of nature, and it is impossible to resonate with the runes of the elves even if you spend your whole life."

"It turns out that's the case... But it's still useless to talk about it, isn't it still impossible to learn?" I threw up my hands in frustration.

"You can't learn elf spells, but you can learn your orc shaman spells, and I can teach you."

"How do you learn it? You are an elf, how do you teach me the spells of an orc?" I snorted through my nostrils, "Now that things are going on, are you going to tell me that you are actually a female orc in disguise?"

Roland didn't answer directly, got up and went to the bookshelf, took out a booklet, and threw it to me: "Let's have a look."

"...Is it time to read pornographic books?" I held the booklet and didn't dare to open it.

"This is my research, what do you think of me?" Roland smiled wryly.

I just opened the booklet.

It turned out that just the first glance on the first page had my eyes widen right away.

"This is... our text!" I exclaimed.

The neat and beautiful handwriting on the pages of the book is all unique to our orcs, and there are also some ancient totems that most orcs themselves don't recognize except for shamans and students of the high school.

"This is copied from the books and scrolls of your orcs that I have collected. I have studied your orcs' cultural customs for more than 60 years." Roland's voice made me raise my head, "Including your shamanism , and your magic system. Excluding the shamans of your orc tribes, I may be the most familiar shaman in the world."

It appears that she has done more than I could have imagined for her desire for reconciliation between the two races.

"You...you know how to use our spells?" Her research reminded me of the well-respected shaman priests in the tribe, and my tone of voice unconsciously brought a bit of respect.

"No, for the same reason that you can't use elf spells, I can't use orc shaman spells either. But I know all about your spells, and although the spells of different systems have different forms, they are essentially the same. It is to use spiritual power to interfere with the material plane. I am the chief mage of this country and one of the few great magisters in the entire alliance. I can use other methods to guide you to learn the essence of shaman spells. You can rest assured that you will leave it to me. All right." She smiled confidently.

"Do you want to test my talent first?"

"No need, even if you are a complete loser in this area, I will try my best to help you pass the test." Roland waved his hand indifferently, "Be mentally prepared, I am very strict in this area."

In the past, the old chief who was a shaman also tried to let me follow him to learn shamanism in depth, but I really didn't have any interest at that time, so I didn't agree. He looked very sorry at that time, which made me a little sorry.

I never thought that I would start learning this again in the kingdom of elves.

After thinking for a moment, I nodded: "Okay, then I'll leave it to you." I thought about it again, and lowered my head to her, "Teacher."

But Roland did not respond.

I looked up again to find her staring at me with a subtle smile on her face.

"what happened?"

"It's the first time I've been called a 'teacher' by you. I feel like a story about teachers and students will be staged later..."

"You are enough!"

Roland smiled happily, got up from his seat, and walked over here: "It's not too late, let's start training quickly, come with me."

The scariest thing in life is being pushed by yourself (1)

The place Roland led me to was an indoor training ground in the teaching building that looked like a palace hall. She asked me to do it cross-legged in the center of the field.

"Although we are talking about teaching you shaman spells, our current goal is only to meet the requirements of the college exam. For you, I already have a teaching goal. This shaman spell - call of the beast soul, is enough to achieve this time The requirements of the exam." She stood not far away, and opened a page in the orc writing notes to show me, "Before the formal study, I will use my method to guide you to formally discover the teachings of shaman spells , to gain the ability to perceive the power of one's own soul."

"Understood!" I replied loudly.

"Now you can forget all the elven magical theories you've learned here. Tell me, how much do you know about your own shamanic spells?" she asked earnestly.

"In the tribal school, I have learned the general concept of shamanism. During the time I followed the old chief, he also taught me how to recognize the ancient totem of shamanism." I answered honestly, "but the specific spells , I have never been in touch."

"The fundamentals are much better than I expected, and it looks like we can skip some foreplay."

"Please pay attention to the words." I was speechless for a while.

"Don't be so indifferent... Before we start teaching, we can do some interesting things first." She deliberately put her hands on her plump breasts, and stared into my eyes meaningfully.

Facing her like this...

"Hmph." I snorted coldly and folded my hands.

"Oh, it's a different reaction than usual." Roland looked a little surprised.

"It's okay, don't worry about me, please continue with your performance." I spread my hands at her, "You like being indecisive, don't you? Then let you be indecorous for the first time."

How many times have I seen this kind of joke, don't think I will always be led by the nose.

"Okay, since you said that..." She narrowed her eyes and approached me as if she was agitated.

"Huh?" I was surprised this time.

She stood still in front of me, leaned over slowly, her fair face approached me, and the eyes that looked at me were like a big lake with stars, beautiful and full of magic.

From the beginning to the end, she seemed to be able to do anything with ease, even if she got so close that she was only a palm width away, she didn't have any intention of stopping.

This guy... Seriously!

"Hey!" I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Don't move!"

A single command made me completely lose the ability to resist and dodge as if I had been enchanted by petrification magic.

Damn, I forgot I had this collar!

Then, she was so close to me that I could feel each other's breath, she suddenly smiled at me, and caught off guard and pressed her forehead close to mine.

At the moment before the foreheads touched, it was as if a bolt of lightning flashed in my mind, and my eyes instantly became blank.It was as if there was an indescribable force that pushed my consciousness away from my body and pulled it back, and my mind went blank for a moment.

When I came back to my senses, I found myself standing on a vast grass field.

The strong wind on the prairie whizzed past me, carrying a hint of chill.

"... Behemoth's Field?" I recognized the place.

This is probably an illusion created by some kind of magic—in all likelihood, Roland did something just now, otherwise there would be no reason why he was still sitting in the elf academy one moment, and came to the wild of giant beasts thousands of miles away the next moment.

In the north of the continent, the vast grassland separated by the steep Northland mountains and the civilization world of the Alliance is the homeland of our orcs.

There are a large number of ferocious behemoths living here that are very different from those south of the Northland Mountains.In the past, the devil alienated many creatures with his own power. The wolf we domesticated enough to carry orc warriors is one of them. The common jackals in the south are not even as big as their cubs.In the civilized world, the nearest human country to here, the mighty Helgia called this land Pradru, which means "a place full of dangers". Few bodyguards hired from the border fort.And we orcs just generally call this place the Wild of the Beast, which is the land we live on.

The roar of a wild beast came from a distance, and I subconsciously turned my head to look.

It was a group of wild wolves rounding up a mountain beast.

The mountain beast is a gigantic monster that is second only to the woolly mammoth among the creatures living in the wild of giant beasts. It can easily knock down houses. There were orc tribes that successfully domesticated the mountain beast to replace the chariot used for siege. The lion Tiger-like wargs and the size difference in front of them are what a human-bred shepherd dog is to a bull.

But the wolves are cunning hunters who know how to work as a team. This group of wolves divides the work in twos and threes, and keeps circling the mountain beast, swaying to the mountain beast in turn to attract its attention, while the other companions look for it. When there is a chance, it will pounce on its side, leaving a series of bite marks or paw prints.

The frightened mountain beast tried several times to bump into the wolf that swayed in front of it, trying to crush it to death under its giant hooves, but the wolf that was responsible for attracting its attention had no intention of confronting it head-on, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. However, in a blink of an eye, other wargs ran to the front to provoke it.

A mountain beast whose weight is more than ten times that of a wolf cannot turn around as flexibly as them.It's like every time a war hammer is swung hard, it hits the cotton. This kind of meaningless impact attack is just constantly consuming the mountain beast's physical strength. Soon it will be exhausted and its movements will slow down.

Finally, a warg seized the opportunity and pounced on its neck, biting it hard.

The mountain beast howled in shock, but there was only a short sound, and the wolf's fangs pierced its throat precisely.

The last bit of strength before death made it struggle fiercely for quite a long time, even once the warg hanging around its neck was thrown off by it, but another one soon filled the vacancy.

The mountain beast finally collapsed from exhaustion, and a wolf lying beside it and biting its flesh jumped away quickly to avoid being crushed to death meaninglessly.Then the pack of wolves who had just cooperated closely began to scramble to bite its flesh, vying for every piece of food that could be eaten.

This scene is commonplace in the Wild of Giant Beasts, I watched silently, but suddenly I felt a strange feeling.

I seem to be able to see something completely transparent burning on the bodies of those beasts... No, no, I can’t see something that is completely transparent, but I can indeed feel an invisible energy Flickering, sparking within these creatures—the imagery came directly to my mind.

The fire in the body of the pack of wolves was burning fiercely, and the fire in the body of the dead mountain beast... the fire did not go out, but spread out and flowed into the body of the wolf that was eating it.

"Living creatures have spirits, the weak eat the strong, and the dead return to the dust, and they live forever." The shamanism motto that the old chief taught me in the past rang faintly in my ears, "The law of nature is that the strong eat the weak, but every time Every creature has a day when its life comes to an end. Their bodies return to the earth, and the earth grows plants and food to feed the new creatures. This balance is repeated. Hunters should be in awe of their prey, because every drop of their blood, every inch of flesh and blood is precious. From this."

A huge roar came from afar, waking me who was immersed in my thoughts.

I turned my head and looked, suddenly stunned.

In the distance, an orc knelt on the ground, raised his battle ax towards the sky and shouted excitedly. Both the battle ax and his body were stained red with blood.

In front of him lay a huge woolly mammoth with a spear sticking out of the dead mammoth's head.

What shocked me was the orc's face, a face I knew so well—I saw it every time I looked in a mirror or in calm water.

that's me.

I remembered, I had an impression of this scene.

That was the rite of passage I experienced. Every young warrior of the Bloodaxe clan had to go out to hunt alone once when he was an adult, to bring back food for the clansmen and prove that he could stand on his own.

Instead, I spent days tracking down a lone woolly mammoth, figuring out its movements so that it fell into a trap I had set up, and then severing a tendon in its hind foot when I had the opportunity.However, even after the fall, the mammoth's burst of power was still fierce and terrifying. At the cost of breaking two bones, I found a chance to stab the spear through its eyes and into its skull, and gave it a good time.

I clearly realize that this scene comes from my own memory, and the experience of looking back at the past from the perspective of a third person like reading a scroll gives me a wonderful feeling.

Watching this scene, I sensed the "kindling" again - that of the woolly mammoth, and "me".When I saw the "I" there ritually cut a piece of meat from the woolly mammoth and put it in my mouth, the fire that had been burning on that mammoth was transferred to "I", "I" The fire was burning fiercely.

In the past, I just brought ivory and enough meat back to the tribe, looking forward to the great glory that the feat of hunting the woolly mammoth would bring me, but I never thought of respecting my own dignity as the shamanism said. prey.

At this time, I suddenly remembered that the old chief once mentioned to me that before the new shaman in the tribe formally studied shaman spells, the older shaman would use incense and hypnotic totems to guide them to a specific place. dream, to further understand the true meaning of shamanism.

This illusion is probably where Roland replaced that with his own spells.

Suddenly, I realized that the grassland under my feet was also "burning". There was a fire of life hidden in every grass, and I seemed to feel the energy emitted by them everywhere.The fire in my body standing here is naturally "burning", and the fire that once existed in the mammoth is also in it.Animals ate the grass that the land gave birth to, and I have eaten the flesh and blood of animals to this day. My life and soul stem from them, from this land, and in this way I am closely connected with nature--

Suddenly, without warning, I woke up with a start.

I froze in place, and it took me a while to realize that I was still in the training ground of the Spirit Academy.

That hallucination... over.

I don't know why, but I was standing on the ground when I was sitting cross-legged. Cut it short.

I looked down to find out, but unexpectedly found that a considerable part of my vision was blocked by a layer of bulging fabric, and that layer of fabric seemed to be the part of the clothes I was wearing that covered my chest— —In my memory, no matter what period I have never had such exaggerated chest muscles.

Moreover, I found that I seemed to recognize the clothes I was wearing now.

An extremely bad premonition welled up in my heart.