I'm doing daily quests in Wizarding World

Since time can be affected by external forces, it can be accelerated, reversed, or paused.

That means it can be affected by external forces and its shape can be changed.

While pondering, Lynn went to perform the transformation ritual at Owl Night's urging, taking off his wizard robe and leaving only his undershirt.

The silver essence of his bloodline transformed into a thin film covering his body.

It was as if a layer of wax had been applied to his body, which gradually melted and eventually merged completely with Lynn.

Thick black fog filled the air.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, the once handsome young man had changed drastically. He now had two silver-gray wolf ears on his head, and different pupils on the left and right. His whole body was filled with a wild and strange beauty.

What's most striking is his pair of red and blue eyes casually surveying the room.

"Wow, not bad, you look quite handsome."

Xiao Ye was very pleased.

Lynn walked to the shelf next to him, took down the wizard's robe, and put it on.

"Your clothes are ready."

Xiao Ye took out two sets of clothes. These clothes were obviously not made by a wizard, because they had many patches on them.

"You killed that werewolf?"

Lynn took the clothes and put them on.

"No, the initial plan was to seduce that half-werewolf and find an opportunity to get him to take the Elf Bow."

"But unexpectedly, it was killed by a wild bear while hunting in the mountains, and the essence of your bloodline was extracted from its corpse."

"So there's only one serving."

After putting on his clothes, Lynn glanced at Xiao Ye.

"Let's go, let's leave early and come back early."

Lynn slightly grinned, revealing two tiny white dots, each the size of a grain of rice, peeking out from her red lips.

I casually used one hand to support myself and jumped onto a large rock next to me to sit down. From this position, I could see the village at the foot of the mountain.

It's been almost a month since I arrived here.

During the day, they would go hunting in the mountains, but in reality, they would find a quiet place to review the data uploaded by consciousness. At night, they would return to their cabin to study the knowledge of the Biological Wizard Tower.

His current identity is certainly not something fabricated out of thin air.

The body being imitated does indeed exist; it is the original boy who possessed this bloodline—Jace.

It looks exactly like Lynn now, and is ostracized by the villagers.

My father died in an accident while hunting in the mountains when I was a child.

The lonely boy was left to struggle, and then, while hunting in the mountains, he was bitten to death by a monster.

However, the body was not found, and the boy, who had been missing for several days, "luckily" returned from the mountains.

Lynn also inherited its original identity.

"There's only one week left before the Orc Empire sends people to find eligible students to join the military academy." Lynn's eyes were deep.

As wars continued to break out, most of the eligible and qualified young orcs in the major cities of the orc empire were selected to join the orc empire's military academies.

However, as the scale of the war continues to expand, the demand for manpower is becoming increasingly higher.

So even remote areas that were previously rarely visited are now attracting people.

Those with sufficient talent will be selected and admitted to the academy.

Becoming a new consumable

On a small path nestled among the distant mountains, a dozen or so figures were walking along it.

Leading the group was a pig-headed man with a large, round head and ears, followed by a dozen or so bear-men guards.

However, even these bear-man guards, who were nearly three meters tall, looked very small in front of this pig-headed man.

They are about the same height, but the main difference is not only in height, but also in their width.

The leader, a pig-headed man, was like a wall, with a round head, a round belly, and round eyes. He always had a smile on his lips and seemed very approachable.

"Mr. Ford, why are we recruiting from the mountains? What kind of geniuses can we find in those small villages and tribes?"

Next to the pig-headed man was a tiny female fox-man.

The female fox-woman has red fur, pointed ears, and a fluffy, bushy tail.

"Haha, you said it yourself, that was in the past. In recent years, the Empire has recruited too many soldiers, so where would those big tribes find so many eligible young men?" The pigman chuckled, quite casually.

"Although these small tribes have few people, they have a large number of members, so they can always meet the quota."

After saying this, the pigman crossed his arms over his chest and said, "Everything is for the great empire."

"All for the great empire!" the bear-man guards behind the pig-headed man shouted in unison.

The fox-woman wagged her tail; she always felt it wasn't that simple.

According to her grandfather, Uncle Ford was a very clever fellow, and it was said that Uncle Ford was also a close associate of the King.

Why would you deliberately come to such a remote place?

The little fox-woman just wagged her tail; she'll definitely find a clue.

Since Uncle Ford is unwilling to tell us, let clever Moer discover it for himself!

The group entered the village, and among them were two young orc boys.

Because of their high reproductive rate, the orc race has many tribes in various parts of the orc empire.

Not all orcs like living in the city.

"Are all the qualified beastmen in your village here?"

"Yes, sir," the village chief replied.

The orc boy standing to the side seemed to want to say something.

He hesitated for a moment but still didn't speak.

Ford noticed its expression. "Then let's begin the test."

Pigmen are a rather special race in the Orc Empire because they are very intelligent.

They, along with the fox-people and jackal-people, are known as the three great strategists of the orc race.

The fair-skinned, tall pig-man instructed the bear-man behind him to take out a crystal ball from his bag, and then an axe.

Two large stones were brought from the village, and the axe was placed on one of them.

"This time, the main focus is on finding children with magical talent. After all, an orc shaman can play a much greater role on the battlefield than an orc warrior."

Among orcs, those extraordinary professions capable of casting spells are known as orc shamans.

The group of black werewolves in the village were delighted. Could it be that there was a chance for a great orc shaman to emerge in the village?

However, becoming an orc shaman is not easy. The last time a shaman was born in their village was a very, very long time ago, before their village had even migrated here.

"Cut open your hand and then splatter the blood on the axe."

Upon hearing the pig-headed man's words, a half-grown wolf cub walked over and nervously slashed his hand with a dagger.

Blood dripped from his cut hand onto the axe, which gleamed with a faint, eerie light.

However, most of these lights were dim.

Pighead was disappointed, but he didn't show it outwardly.

Mo Er wagged its tail. Its dim light was far superior to that of any of the small orcs in the city.

Are these people really worth all the trouble they went through to come here?

Mo Er was somewhat disappointed.

This kind of talent is a dime a dozen in the city.

The chances of a werewolf with poor talent producing a talented offspring are not very high.

Orcs typically inherit their talents from both parents.

If both parents are talented, then the orc will also be talented.

If neither parent is particularly talented.

It would be very difficult for that child to develop a good talent.

Of course, it's not that it's impossible for it to happen, just that the probability is lower.

The atmosphere within the Orc Empire is one of survival of the fittest.

Powerful orcs are able to occupy better resources, and the orcs in these remote areas are basically the eliminated ones within the orc empire.

The young orcs lined up one after another, constantly testing their talents.

One of the orcs splattered the blood from his hand onto his axe, causing the axe to gleam with a faint silver light!

"Hmm, not bad," the pig-headed man commented.

Mo Er glanced at it and thought it was just so-so.

It's just that it's much better than the previous ones.

This battle axe is a treasure passed down from the Orcish War God Temple, and it can test an Orc's talent.

Based on the quality of their talent, they are divided into four levels.

Cyan, silver, gold, and red.

The vast majority of orcs have a bronze-blue hue, and basically over 98% of orcs' talents are at this level.

Moreover, even among cyan talents, there are varying degrees of strength. The very pale cyan ones from earlier can basically prove that their talents are at the bottom even among cyan talents.

This silver color is just a very light shade of silver.

If it were a very rich silver color, one might have some talent, but a golden color would already place one in the realm of genius among orcs.

Only true geniuses can be this color.

Then there's red above gold, and even in the Orc Empire, red talent is extremely rare.

"This young man with silver talent can be taken away."

The pig-headed man pointed at the silver-talented youth, but didn't select any of the other werewolves.

Many werewolves showed envious expressions upon seeing this scene.

Some werewolves had a fierce glint in their eyes, but they quickly concealed it, because this werewolf boy with silver talent was the village chief's son.

"This crystal ball can test a shaman's talent; just place your hand on it," the pig-headed man said, then pointed to the crystal ball next to him.

"If your fighting spirit talent isn't good, you can try the shaman talent. After all, not everyone is suited to the warrior path, and becoming a shaman might be a good option."

Of course, these are all words of encouragement.

Becoming a shaman is largely related to race; it's already rare for shamans to appear among werewolves.

"Sorry I'm late," came the boy's voice.

Mo Er, who was kicking pebbles out of boredom, heard the boy's voice, twitched his ears, casually turned his head to look, and then his eyes widened instantly.

So handsome!

Even by the standards of the fox-people, who are known for their high standards of appearance, this young man is extremely handsome!

Mo Er's eyes darted around. Even if he wasn't talented, being good-looking was enough!

With looks like that, you'd find plenty of wealthy women in big cities who would be willing to accept you.

Mo Er had already started making plans in his mind.

"Sir, it's not from our village," the village chief said upon seeing this.

They didn't want Lynn to come and test him, after all, they usually bullied Jess badly, and Jess's parents brought a lot of luggage when they first came to the village.

During their encounter, they even plotted against Jess's parents.

Furthermore, the fact that Jess had no food to eat later also carries their meaning.

Jayce's parents were descendants of Mongolas, who was an epic hero and left behind a considerable legacy.

However, over the years, as the Mongolian Ras family continued to decline, the family became increasingly desolate.

By the time it came to Jess's parents' generation, they had no choice but to sell their possessions and move to the mountains.

The werewolves in these mountains were originally followers of Mongols. They thought that since they were all werewolves, these werewolves would give them face. However, they did not expect that these werewolves were ambitious and treacherous. They directly plotted against Jayce's parents and even forced Jayce to his death.

If Jess isn't given food, what other options does a young boy living halfway up a mountain have besides hunting? But can a boy with limited strength consistently succeed against the ferocious beasts in the mountains?

Now that Jess has a chance to develop, these werewolves naturally won't give him that opportunity, not even the slightest chance.

"Put it on here." The pig-headed man looked at Lynn's face thoughtfully.

These unique pupils look somewhat familiar.

Bloodlines are very important among orcs.

Bloodline is a form of inheritance.

Therefore, some powerful orc bloodlines have some unique characteristics.

(End of this chapter)