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"My lord." The werewolf village chief was about to speak when Ford felt a little annoyed and looked at him with a cold gaze.

The werewolf village chief swallowed all the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Lynn walked up to the axe and used the dagger to cut open his palm.

Blood was splattered all over the surface of the axe, giving it a faint, bloody sheen.

The blood-red light grew even more intense.

Finally, it turned into a layer of blood mist that enveloped the surface of the battle axe.

Mo Er opened his eyes wide, and the tips of his ears twitched slightly.

Ford's eyes widened, his lips involuntarily curled upwards, and finally he couldn't help but let out a loud "hohoho" laugh.

The laughter made the hearts of the surrounding villagers sink lower and lower.

They didn't know how to distinguish between good and bad talent, but they could tell whether the master was in a good mood or not.

The adults are in such a good mood, so Jess must be very talented.

Didn't you see that even the wolf cubs at the village chief's house only received a slight nod from this adult?

Seeing this, the expressions on the werewolves' faces kept changing.

"That's right, if I'm not mistaken, you must be a descendant of the Mongols." Ford patted Lynn on the shoulder.

Upon hearing Ford's words, even the usually aloof bear-man guards couldn't help but turn their heads.

Are they descendants of that hero?

If he really is his descendant, it's not impossible!

"Perhaps the Mongol Ras family will prosper again because of you."

He's actually a descendant of the Mongols!

Mo'er's eyes widened as she looked at Lynn in disbelief. Mongolas was a famous epic hero of the orc race.

Especially in recent years, with the Orc Empire and the Elf Empire once again at war, the heroes who rose to fame in the war against the Elf race during the war era have become extremely sought after in this special atmosphere.

Back then on the battlefield, Mongolas, wielding a divine bow, led his army all the way into the Elven Empire, slaying countless powerful elves.

It is said that the Moon Elves, a race of elves, were wiped out by Mongollas, who was the main culprit.

In the current climate, the emergence of the descendants of Mongollas will surely attract the attention of many powerful figures in the Orc Empire.

So good-looking, and with such extraordinary talent.

Looking at Lynn in front of him, Mo Er's soft red tail couldn't help but tuck between his legs, and his pink tongue licked the corner of his lips.

Ford was satisfied. "It's getting late. Let's rest for the night and head back tomorrow."

Watching Lynn, Ford, and the others leave.

The atmosphere among the werewolf villagers was somewhat silent.

"I never imagined it was a descendant of the Mongols."

Although they are werewolves living deep in the mountains, that doesn't mean they know nothing.

After all, Monglas was a renowned powerhouse among their werewolf clan. They might not care about other races, but they had certainly heard of their own race's epic heroes.

"What kind of attitude is this? I wasn't the only one who started it."

The village chief gave a cold look to the werewolf villagers around him.

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

"The benefits weren't just for me; everyone got a share. So, when things come to a reckoning, will I be the only one who suffers, or will you all be unlucky together?" the werewolf village chief said coldly.

"We're all in this together! Nobody can run away."

"I'll go and sound it out," said the werewolf village chief.

"If it is willing to reconcile, then let's just let this matter go. After all, it also came from our village, and in the future, our village will be a heroic village of descendants of the Mongols."

The werewolf village chief paused.

"If it's unwilling to reconcile, this absolutely cannot be left like this! As long as it lives, we'll be the ones who suffer in the future."

"Village chief, what if it pretends to reconcile and then retaliates later?"

"Don't worry, it's just a child. Even if it has hatred, can it really be buried in its heart?" The village chief's eyes were cold.

"What if we kill it and that person gets angry?"

"The man is dead. Why would an adult get angry over a dead man? My son is also being valued." A sinister look appeared on the village chief's face. "Alright, you'll all come with me tonight. I'll go and test that kid Jess first."

Into the night

Lynn was intently studying the contents of the Bio-Wizard Tower. He didn't need to take out the books; he could communicate with Ms. Mebetessa through mental power simply by closing his eyes.

Speaking of which, the wizard who created this biological wizard tower was truly a brilliant thinker.

They actually transformed the wizard tower into something resembling a war creature.

The Bio Wizard Tower possesses unique advantages such as self-healing and self-growth. Furthermore, later on, wizards can even merge their consciousness with the Bio Wizard Tower, completely transforming themselves into a great life form.

The information also mentions that the Bio Wizard Tower has a strong corrosive effect and can subtly influence the personality of wizards.

This corrosiveness originates from the power of the bio-magic tower itself and is extremely difficult to remove.

Lynn paused while reading the documents, put them down, and looked towards the door.

This thin wooden door did nothing to block Lynn's view.

Although the power within Lynn's body was suppressed after the transformation ritual, it did not disappear.

It's just that it's been transformed by a ritual and concealed by the Thousand Illusions Mask.

Lynn can unleash her full power at any time if needed.

It can even summon the Wizard Tower at crucial moments, including summoning Mathers and even the great wizard Mabetessa. If a truly powerful deity descends, it can also call upon the Wizarding Network to summon the big shots in the academy.

Lynn is quite secure in terms of safety.

As long as you don't instantly kill yourself, there shouldn't be any problems.

"Jess, it's Grandpa Wallis." The village chief's kind voice came from outside the door.

Lynn went over and opened the door.

Wallis, impeccably dressed, stood outside the door.

Wallis looked around the room. "Are you alone?"

"Yes, I live alone." Lynn's tone was icy.

He was as cold as the old Jess had been; Jess had become this way since losing his parents.

"I thought Lord Ford and the others were here too. Grandpa Wallis has some heartfelt words to say to you."

"What do you want to say?" Lynn looked at Wallis, his expression one of cold indifference that kept people at arm's length.

He shouldn't have a good attitude towards the culprit who drove his parents to their deaths.

Wallis's lips twitched slightly.

This little brat.

However, Wallis put on a gentle smile.

"Isn't it because we saw that our Jess was chosen? We're all villagers from the same village, and as the village chief, I'm very pleased."

"This is a gift from Grandpa Village Chief. By the way, your father was killed by a wild bear in the forest, and we went to help you kill the bear and avenge you."

Wallis said this casually, then handed the item in his hand to Lynn.

The bag contained some animal hides and a bow.

This bow was the weapon that Jayce's father used to hunt wild bears in the mountains. However, after the werewolves in the village killed the bears, they naturally took control of Jayce's father's belongings.

According to them, they avenged Jess. These things were their reward.

Wallis observed Lynn's expression.

Lynn looked down at the bow in the bag.

He was thinking about something: if the real Jess were here, what attitude would it take?

Thinking about this...

Lynn knew how to handle it.

He took the bag and took out the bow inside.

Then he threw the rest of the bag outside.

"This bow originally belonged to my family; I don't want anything else."

Lynn said coldly.

Wallis's expression turned sad. "Are you still jealous of Grandpa Wallis? Grandpa really..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wallis suddenly moved, transforming into a blur and rushing in front of Lynn in the next instant.

The claws in his hand snapped open, revealing sharp teeth, and his eyes gleamed with intense ferocity!

"I want you dead!"

Wind element was wrapped around the sharp claws, and sharp fighting spirit burst forth with light, shooting towards Lynn.

"Bang!"

A beam of white light struck Wallis from the side.

Wallis was sent flying in an instant.

"Damn it, how dare you lowly werewolves attack a descendant of the Orcish Empire's hero, Mongolas!"

A figure that had been crawling on the roof stood up, its dark ears and tail swishing, looking down at Wallis with an arrogant expression.

Not far from the house, several bear-man guards, who had been huddled in the bushes with only their rear ends sticking out, rose from the bushes and blocked Wallis's retreat.

Wallis was stunned by what he saw.

He then glared fiercely at Lynn, "Fine, fine, you were prepared all along, weren't you? I only regret not killing you sooner, you wolf cub!"

Lynn had sensed the strong malice emanating from the village chief as early as daytime.

He certainly wouldn't do it himself, nor would he fight the village chief, otherwise he would expose his strength.

However, to avoid being exposed, Lynn explained the situation to Ford in advance.

Ford then had Murr and some bear-man guards hide in the surrounding area.

Ford and those bear-men, given their size, couldn't possibly hide inside a house—unless Wallis was blind.

Merl was an orc shaman who possessed some shamanic magic, so she concealed her presence and hid on Lynn's roof.

"My lord, spare us! We were forced into this!" Wallis pleaded, his face contorted with grief. Then, with a swift movement, he ran off in the opposite direction.

But after running two steps, a tall white figure bumped into him from the side.

His ferocious body was like a tank.

Wallis was sent flying in an instant.

His body flew more than ten meters away.

A large tree was knocked down and fell to the ground unconscious.

The figure that had knocked Wallis away stopped in its tracks.

It was Ford, but at this moment Ford was surrounded by a layer of white fighting aura.

His tall frame looked as steady as a rock.

At the foot of the mountain, many werewolves lying in ambush were stunned.

"What should we do with them?" Ford asked Lynn.

He had a gentle smile on his face.

With its Earth Knight rank, it was no match for these orcs who at most had only a rudimentary grasp of battle aura.

It was a complete rout.

Lynn was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't want to see them again."

"Then kill them all." Ford nodded.

The next moment, the bear-men guards surrounding Ford joined forces with Ford to attack.

These bear-man guards were all extremely powerful.

Although they did not reach the rank of Earth Knight, they were still Grand Knights.

Each one of them was extremely powerful.

Slaughtering these ordinary orcs was a matter of one against a hundred.

Not to mention there's also a Ford.

Soon the village was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Mo Er did not go down to make a move, but stood beside Lynn, focusing all his attention on Lynn.

"Thank you, sir."

"No need to call me sir, just call me Uncle Ford." The pig-man smiled kindly.

Lynn paused, then said, "Uncle Ford."

Ford's pig-like face broke into a wide grin.

Lynn followed Ford and the others to the capital of the Orc Empire.

The capital of the Orc Empire is located in the center of the northern grasslands.

A river, resembling a blue ribbon, flows through the broad plain.

But this pleasant scene was quickly destroyed upon entering the royal city, as the air was filled with a strong stench of excrement. Along the way, Lynn saw many orcs squatting in the alleys by the roadside, urinating and defecating in the street, a practice that the other orcs around him had long been accustomed to.

The buildings are mostly made of stone and wood, with a rugged and low style, and generally do not exceed two stories.

As Lynn entered the city, he had a constant feeling of being watched. This feeling was subtle and elusive, and when he tried to pinpoint its source, it would dissipate like smoke.

(End of this chapter)