The little warg seemed to have found the feeling of being in his mother's arms in Abel's arms. He gently rubbed his little head against Abel's arms, which made Abel tickle him. He couldn't help but use it. He gently stroked the little warg's head with his hand. The little warg kept raising his head upwards during his strokes, as if hoping that Abel's gentle strokes would not stop.
Abel stood up with the little warg in his arms and walked towards the horse. Now that he had this little warg, Abel didn't want to spend the night in the forest. There was no food here that could satisfy the little warg's hunger. He had to go back to Just a castle.
When Abel approached the horse, the smell of the little warg made the horse feel a little uneasy. It kept tapping the ground with its front hooves, looking very anxious.
At this time, Abel remembered that for ordinary horses, wargs are their natural enemies. From the instinct of life, horses are afraid of this kind of creature. Fortunately, the little warg has just been born. This slight fear does not exist in Abel. Under Bo's comfort, the two horses gradually calmed down.
Abel was holding the two wargs, holding the little warg in his arms. He was not riding a horse. Riding a horse in the forest itself was not a very safe thing. In addition, the sky was slowly starting to get dark. Although there were wargs, they could only We walked back, but fortunately the weight of the little warg was too light for Abel, and he made it possible for the little warg to lie comfortably in his arms without much effort.
As he was walking, Abel felt the little warg's mouth approaching his face, licking his face with his little tongue, and he couldn't help but look down at the little warg.
A pair of clear and flawless eyes were looking at Abel. It turned out that the little warg had opened his eyes. Abel looked into the little warg's eyes. At this moment, he felt the attachment of the little warg. He felt as if he had become Everything about the little warg, this loyal creature, chooses a master who will be loyal to him for life at the first moment of birth.
Abel stretched out his other hand and placed it on the little warg's head, and recalled the mount strengthening technique. Although he did not have the fighting spirit to strengthen the little warg now, he could use the mount strengthening technique to strengthen the little warg's soul. Hierarchical links.
Abel spoke a strange orcish curse, which contained a large number of sentences praising the beast god. If he were in a place with other people, these words alone could make Abel hanged by the human temple. Of course, first of all, if there were other people, As long as he could understand it, at this moment, in the deserted forest outside him, Abel didn't care.
Most of the skills of the orcs are full of admiration and awe for the gods. The reason is that the skills of the orcs are taught by priests who believe in the beast god, and the missionary spirit of the priests will be directly reflected in these skills. .
Following Abel's spell, Abel felt a strange force in the void passing through the space. Along with the hand that was casting the spell on the little warg's head, a burst of green light emitted. Slowly, the green light became more and more intense. The big one surrounded Abel and the little warg. In the green light, Abel felt the call of a weak heart. Slowly, this feeling became stronger and stronger. The weak heart conveyed to Abel with simple joy. Here comes its love, a love that is pure to the extreme without any distracting thoughts.
Feeling this kind of love, Abel felt waves of emotion coming from the depths of his soul. He responded to the weak heart with his love. When the weak heart received his response, he was filled with joy. Love was instantly transmitted to Abel's soul.
The green light became fainter and fainter, disappearing shamelessly into the air, but this spiritual communication did not disappear. As long as Abel thought about the little warg beside him, he would immediately feel the little warg's thoughts.
Looking at the little warg in his arms that was connected to his soul, Abel remembered at this moment that he hadn't given the little warg a name yet. What should he call it? Looking at the black fur of the little warg, it seemed like a destined coincidence. The first name that came to Abel's mind was Black Wind. He imagined that the little warg would run like the wind when it grew up.
"Your name will be Black Wind from now on." Abel passed this idea to the little warg, who seemed not to understand. Abel's idea was too complicated for the newly born little warg.
"Since you acquiesced, I will call you Black Wind from now on." Without feeling the little warg's rejection, Abel decided on the name directly.
After walking back for a while, Abel came to the battlefield. When he saw the werewolf on the ground, Abel remembered that this was a battle achievement. If he left it here, how would his own battle merit be calculated? What if no one believed it?
Throwing the werewolf's body from the ground onto a horse, Abel led the horse, holding Little Heifeng in his arms, and walked slowly forward in the increasingly dark forest.
After walking for a while, Abel had to stop and made a torch out of tree branches. Fortunately for him, there were not many large beasts along this stretch of the road, except for a few snakes that gave him some trouble. , it took several hours to finally get out of the forest.
When we arrived at the gate of the castle, the castle was already different from usual. There were torches on the castle walls and guards patrolling them constantly.
"Who is it?" The guard on the wall spotted the figure in front of the castle and asked loudly.
The guards patrolling around heard the sound and kept running towards this side. Several bows and arrows were already pointed at Abel.
"I am Abel, open the door and let me in." Abel put the torch close to his face so that the guards on the parapet could see him more clearly.
"The young master is back."
"Master Abel."
A different cry came from the parapet, and the heavy door of the castle was opened with a dull sound.
Abel led two horses into the castle. As soon as he entered the castle, he found that the open space in the castle was full of densely packed tents. His entry made the people in these tents poke their heads out, and then he heard countless people greeted him.
"Hello, Master!"
"Master Abel!"
"Master Abel!"
Abel took a closer look and saw that these were farmers from the territory. In order to avoid the orc team from entering the castle, the order had been issued when Abel left during the day.
Knight Marshall, who was wearing armor, had not slept yet. He was very worried that Abel did not return to the castle tonight. After careful inquiry, he found out that Abel had left the castle to test a newly made weapon, but he did not return until dark. When they came back, the knight had sent out several groups of scouts to investigate, but there was still no news.
On the one hand, he adopted Abel so that someone could inherit his castle, and on the other hand, he also wanted to help his good brother Bennett solve the problem of his second son. However, to be honest, in just a few months after Abel arrived, Over time, both the castle and the Marshall Knights themselves benefited greatly from Abel.
During the attack outside Harvest City, Knight Marshall obtained a weapons shop in Harvest City. The weapons now equipped by the knights are also magic weapons forged by Abel. And because Abel has become a master blacksmith, Knight Marshall's identity in Harvest City It has also improved. Everything is the change brought about by Abel's arrival at Harry Castle.
Knight Marshall recalled what Abel had done and was even more worried about his disappearance. At this moment, there were bursts of noise in the castle. He was about to go out to check, but the housekeeper Lindsay had already walked in quickly.
"Master, Master Abel is back." The housekeeper Lin Sai said breathlessly. This housekeeper who always observed etiquette was rarely rude.
"Back!" Knight Marshall quickly walked out of the room. In the square of the castle, he saw Abel unloading a body from the horse to the ground.
Knight Marshall took a closer look and asked in surprise: "Why is there a werewolf's body?"
When he looked up, Knight Marshall saw the little warg in Abel's arms again. He was even more surprised. He pointed at the little warg with his finger and said in a trembling tone: "Is this a warg cub? Oh my God, it's really a warg cub." Zai, have you recognized your master?"
As a knight who had returned from the orc battlefield, Knight Marshall was very aware of the rarity of warg cubs. He was extremely surprised that Abel came back so late and brought back a warg cub and a werewolf corpse.
Knight Marshall knows better than anyone how precious the warg cub is, and the werewolf corpse that appeared at the same time as the warg cub shows that this werewolf is at least a strong wolf cavalryman of level six or above, let alone the difficulty of killing the wolf cavalry. Death, just say that even the sixth level strong man is not something Abel can resist, how could he be killed
Abel didn't expect Knight Marshall's reaction to be so big. He didn't know how to answer the series of questions, so he had to first talk to the butler Lindsay who followed the knight out, and asked him to help prepare some goat's milk for Black Wind to drink.