Uncle Fred washed Thunder Rhino's leather saddle off, told me to focus on the washing, and then hummed off with an unknown tune from home. Before he left, he said to me, "If there's any guinea pig broth left, leave some for him." Under the feet of the leather boots on the grass, with the wet rich black soil, the crumbs of tender grass with a unique fragrance do not blow far away.
Each Thunderbolt will be assigned three men, one driver and two deputies. Fred was the second in charge of driving old Kuru, Kurz, and my Thunder Rhino, keeping watch and drinking water for the Thunder rhino. Cleaning leather saddle covers, etc. Another deputy feeds the thunder rhino. The driver only needs to drive the thunder in the process of the team, and usually pay attention to the health of the thunder. Uncle Fred was kind enough to help old Kuru fetch water for me while I lay on Thunder's back, sometimes slipping me a small piece of beef jerky. He always maintained an optimistic mood, but had a bad habit of drinking, since the caravan came to the dance troupe, Fred always went to the magic carriage to have a little fun, Kutz secretly said to me: "This time, Fred is not expected to leave a copper." If there was a penny this guy would shove it in that little dancer's bulging chest. Why do you always have to work for him?"
I was standing in the shallow water, bare-back, wearing only a large pair of leather shorts, holding a small brown brush in my hand, and struggling to brush the stained leather saddle. Before I could speak, old Kuru, sitting on the grass on the shore of the lake, suddenly said to us with a smile: "What is the specialty of the Pai Plateau?"
'The Band of Grey Dwarf robbers! Kuz's answer made the old Kuru cough again and again, with the rotten wood stick hard on Kuz's head, quite hate iron can not become steel taste.
"Are they herbs, teacher?" I guess.
"It is a kind, but there are no high order herbs on the Pai Plateau, only some low order herbs such as silver leaf, thorn grass, and magic flower." These herbs are found all over the continent and are not uncommon. The real specialty we all have on the Pai Plateau is the magic antelope. The plateau climate here is perfect for the growth of the antelope. The fertile land is rich with the grass and deer moss, which is the favorite of the antelope. The cool plateau climate makes the summer short and there are no groups of hyenas here." Old Kuru spread his eyes to the distant prairie, his eyes revealed a strong attachment.
"The gazelle! Kuz and I opened our mouths wide. Our caravan was stationed on the west side of the lake, and across the lake we could see hordes of demon antelopes drinking on the east side of the lake, not afraid of people at all. "What are these antelopes to do, to be made into coats and boots? Or is it dried and sold?"
"The skins are the lowest material that can carry the magic array, and many magicians need them to make primary magic scrolls, and skilled inscribers will also use these skins to make primary inscriptions." Many adventure groups and hunters are very popular here to hunt the antelope, and every year more than 800,000 antelope skins are transported from the plateau to all parts of the mainland, and they bring great wealth to the whole Pai Plateau."
Old Kuru touched a parchment roll from his arms, the pale yellow paper roll exuded a magic halo, I can even clearly feel the rich fire elements contained on the scroll, it is a very mysterious feeling, in fact, those magic elements can not see anything, but I can clearly feel their existence. And you can feel the magic elements attached to the thin parchment, following some rules in a slow flow, but the depiction of the matrix is not very perfect, there are traces of fire elements dissipating.
"Is this the magic scroll?" I looked at the roll of paper with wide eyes in surprise. This wonderful world really has magic Ah, remember a few days ago I asked Kuz whether there are dragons on this continent, Kuz very seriously answered me that there are, and want to become the beast of the title of the brave, before this need to have the title of dragon slayer.
"Well, they say that magicians are rich. That said, as long as the junior magician can awaken the magic pool, making magic scrolls is a compulsory course, but also the most convenient means of making money. This primary magic scroll contains three fireballs, although not very powerful. But every traveler up north carries something with them, and it's a good thing. No one wants to travel in the cold of winter and be blown into ice sculptures overnight by a snowstorm. Ha ha!"
Old Kuru rarely cracked a joke, and the joke was a little cold. Kutz looked out into the grass, looking for signs of the guinea pig, apparently absent-minded. But I am very interested, magic for me, is an unknown and new mysterious existence. The idea that Harry Potter could even fly through the sky on a broomstick is pretty cool just to think about. I suddenly understood what old Kuru meant, and immediately said, "Do you mean that a large number of magic budorcas are made into magic scrolls?" This is a treasure unique to the Pai Plateau? Will so many people hunt the gazelles that they become extinct?"
I also thought about the animals in the world that had been hunted so much that they were endangered, and I expressed my concern. Old Kuru paused for a moment, and after a long thought, he looked up and said, "These gazelles have few predators on the Pai Plateau, they are naturally athletic, and they can run twice as fast as wild horses." Even the swift prairie lions don't like to hunt them, and they are very fertile, producing three cubs every two years. There are so many of them, and even with this killing, the population of the gazelle keeps growing, and they compete with us orcs for pasture. We need large areas of pasture for cattle, so most Orc tribes welcome foreign adventurers into the Pai Plateau to hunt the gazelle. Magic parchment accounted for nearly one-third of the paper used in the primary magic scrolls, and there were also a large number of glow-in-the-dark paper made of leaf order grass from the side of the Eternal Night Forest and primary magic paper made of a reed growing in the Great Wilderness Swamp, making the profit of magic parchment very thin, only the most junior adventure team returned to the plateau of Pai to hunt the magic antelope, After all, it's not big money."
Old Kuru changed the subject and then added to me: "But it is different when accompanied by a caravan." The caravan has a strong capacity and can even buy some leather directly. That's why we have two adventure teams with us. Fred's a bad hunter, but he's good at leather. Jiga, I asked you to brush his saddle covers so you could learn leather from this guy, but Kuz has no patience."
Seeing the doting in the eyes of the old Kuru looking at Kuz, I suddenly understood why the old Kuru would try so hard to save me, let me and Kuz grow up together, probably there are many places between us that can complement each other, Kuz hates learning, even some dislike, he prefers the bone hunting knife. As if he could see through my heart, old Kuru said to me lightly: "You are the most special human child I have ever seen, very smart, with a very good magic talent, a natural affinity for the fire element, without going through the magic awakening ceremony to awaken the real name of your blood talent, your life is destined to be extraordinary." But these are not the main reasons why I chose you. I value your heart more."
"Can you see my heart?" I didn't understand, but I knew old Kuru would tell me next.
"Yes, because I am an Orc shaman, and my whole word is Kuru. Shaman. Blessed by the wind. Earth Walker. Soul Walker... Niemand."
The name of this old orc man is so long that it actually contains a shaman, and he turns out to be the most mysterious and rare spiritual leader of one of the Orc tribes. I was shocked to look at the old Kuru, almost threw the leather saddle in my hand into the lake, I have learned a lot of knowledge of this world these days, whether it is human or Orc dwarves elves demon strong, will have a long full name, because the name will have their awakening blood real name, Orc strong have many names, canncannals. Tyrants. Overlords. But shamans are the most mysterious of all. They hold the spirit power of the ancient ancestors of the Orcs. This is more like the archbishop of the Terrans, the Druid who can communicate with the world tree in the Elven world, is a powerful person with a transcendent status and great ability.
I was puzzled, looking at the powerful Orc who claimed to have hidden his identity, but I did not feel that he had the slightest strength, and I did not think that such an old Orc could be a great shaman doctor. I thought maybe it was old Kuru's dream when he was young. The old man always bragged about his adventures. I thought old Kuru was an orc witch doctor when he was young. But now that old Kuru says he's a shaman, I see no reason not to believe him. He asked, "Are you a shaman?"
"Yes, your heart is pure. I felt it the moment you opened your eyes and looked at me. There was no racial discrimination in your heart. You did not see the orcs or dwarves around you in a different way, as perhaps only you, a human child born in the North, could have been Kuz's best friend for the rest of your life. And all I need to do now is teach you and Kuz what I've learned my entire life. Kuz prefers to fight and hunt, but this is only the instinct of every Orc child, and perhaps he will one day become a guardian of the earth or a beast-king hunter, since you can call me teacher, and the two of us can meet at the edge of the burning forest, which is the fate of the beast-God king, I will tell you slowly what I know, but after all, the orcs see magic very different from the Terrans, We don't call them magic, we call them totemic powers, and I look forward to seeing you grow up." When old Kuru spoke these words, his voice came through my ears very clearly, but I found that the other people around me seemed to feel nothing at all, as if there was no old Kuru sitting on the grass and talking to me. This was his usual trick, the magic called "mind whispering," which I thought was magic, and which Old Kuru always emphasized as a soul walker's ability. By the lake, the caravan's deputies who were in charge of washing the Thunder rhinos' saddles were still talking and laughing and scrubbing the leather saddles, as if they were treating the old Koolu as air. Someone asked me with a good-natured laugh: Hey, little Giga, is it too late to brush, do you want me to help you? Look at you talking to yourself, are you a little tired?
I smiled and said no.
"My child, you are very gifted with magic, and there are not many children with magical talent in this continent, even in human countries." A big city of millions may have fewer than a thousand people who can wake up and practice magic. This even included some strong bloodlines and royal families. If you become a wizard someday, you will see that what you are learning now will be a great asset."
I heard a little dizzy and thought, "What is this old orc god trying to say?"
"Many magicians are more concerned with herbology and pharmacy, which may have become regular courses in human colleges of the Dark Arts, and I have been to some wizarding colleges and seen the value and function of herbs more fully elaborated in the human world. But few wizards can also practice dermatology, I once in the most complete collection of the famous Sloit Ivory Tower Academy of Magic to look up "The relationship between animal skin texture and Magic array", unfortunately failed to find. Dermabrasion is..."
Old Kuru said a lot of things, only the words, "Boy, you are gifted with magic," that stuck in my ears, my God! Maybe one day, I'll be a mysterious magician? That sounds like a very powerful thing to say! Imagine when I flashed into the crowd with a crystal wand in my hand and shouted: Shit! Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah! There will be an ice ring around all the warcraft frozen into ice slag, this how awesome ah! This is more promising than me squatting in a big hotel chopping potatoes and carving radish flowers.
I've decided to do what old Kuru said, and go and do a lot of math with Fred first, because it's so easy. After brushing the saddle covers, I washed my fur coat thoroughly, inside and out, and hung it on the twine that secured the stakes outside the tent. Once it had dried, I covered it with suet, and it would be as good as new. It's warm and damp proof. Then I took out the ingredients I had collected from the package and put the seasonings like Sichuan peppercorns, dried chilies, star anise, cumin and so on on the tent to dry.
As I busied myself arranging the tent for the night, preparing cooking utensils and seasonings for the guinea pigs that Kuz was about to hunt, and setting fire to dried cow dung to make a potion for the caravan's sick, old Kourou and the Leipas were standing on the dirt slope, sitting on a piece of limestone that had been broken up by the weather, talking about me.
"The boy has always found something that we have overlooked, and the imperial pharmacists of mankind would not have thought that these inferior herbs could so miraculously make the food more delicious." Sometimes I have to acknowledge your human creativity."
"Oh, old man, I like this boy more and more. Hard work, humility, honesty, courage, all these qualities in a child of only seven years old, I really wonder what ancient family can teach these things before the age of five, and imprint them in their hearts, as if they were born." Butler Leipas squinted with his falcon-like eyes and gently twirled his thin black beard with one hand.
"Loy, do you think he comes from a family that carries the magic gift of fire? What could have happened to make them abandon such a blood awakening? The men you sent back found anything?" Old Kuru took a deep breath.
"It's hard, old boy. After all, the region is a burnt-out forest, the land of King Stan to the east, the Desert of death to the west, and the wild glacial tundra to the north, and there is no land belonging to a Terran Lord within 3,000 miles. There's no clue as to where he came from."
"But I think he needs a formal school of magic education in the future, and a good magician with a solid basic knowledge of magic will take him far." You're a shaman, after all, and while there are many elements of magic in common, that's Orc magic, and they're more suited to orcs. Giga must go to the Terran Academy of Magic." Leipas rubbed the smooth bronze handle of the sword with his hand, and the fine lines of fish scales wrapped the entire Roman sword, showing that this was a delicate weapon that only a dwarf craftsman could make.
"I don't know of any magical academy on the mainland that would take in a vagrant without any status, or that I would write a letter of recommendation to an old friend of mine?" There may not be much chance of wandering around the world with you this time back in the Horde. I must raise some orc children while I can still move. It is difficult to find any with magical talents among them."
"Don't bother, I'll arrange it... I will take him to a suitable city where, after three years of formal employment and residence, he will be granted city resident status and allowed to attend the magical awakening ceremony organized by the city's junior School of Magic." "Said Butler Leipas, and the wrinkles on old Kuru's face seemed to loosen a little.
"That's just as well."