Walking along the frozen wasteland to the southeast, the scenery in front of him gradually became more prosperous.
The moss on the ground became less and less, and there were more bushes and weeds. The creatures in the bushes not only increased in number, but also in variety. The number of encounters with northerners was also increasing, and the herds of herdsmen were also expanding.
When the soil under his feet was finally no longer frozen, Sui Xiong saw a very clear line.
The boundary between the grassland and the frozen wasteland.
This was a very wonderful scene, as if there was an invisible hand between heaven and earth, dividing the vast wasteland into two. In the north was the barren frozen wasteland, and in the south was the endless grassland. From the wasteland to the grassland, it was often only a few steps.
Sui Xiong flew in the air and stared at this spectacular scene, feeling much better.
He grabbed a handful of weeds beside him and turned them into paper with magic. Then he turned a bush into charcoal and began to draw on it.
After drawing for more than half an hour, a landscape sketch had appeared on the paper.
Sui Xiong was, of course, drawing what he saw at the moment. Because of the increase of his strength and the sharpness of his perception, his drawing skills had greatly improved. When he was concentrating on drawing, he didn't feel it, but when he looked at it again after he finished, he was shocked.
"I think this painting can be used as a model or a textbook in school …" Looking at his own work, he couldn't help but mutter, "If I can go back to Earth, maybe I can become a painter directly?"
"At that time, I can specialize in all kinds of landscapes and sell one painting for two million!"
He thought about it and shook his head. "Two million is impossible. I don't know anyone in Jianghu, and they don't need me to help them with money laundering. Why would they spend so much money on my painting … But if I can't sell it for two million, what if I can sell it for two hundred thousand? No matter how bad it is, it should at least be twenty thousand … "
Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of a joke.
When he was in college, there was a classmate in his class who wrote online novels. He was both an author and a reader. One day, this classmate said angrily that an author he liked hadn't updated for several months.
"I've written 400,000 words, and I think he should have written 140,000 words! If he didn't have 140,000, he should have at least 40,000. If he didn't have 40,000, he should have at least 4,000. At the very least, he should have updated a chapter or two … But when he saw that he hadn't updated a single chapter! I couldn't help but ask him, only to find out that the bastard was busy playing games, eating and drinking every day, and had only written four words in total! "
Thinking of this interesting story, Sui Xiong couldn't help but shake his head and smile, missing his hometown even more.
Putting away the drawing paper, he stepped on the soft grass and walked into the depths of the grassland.
This grassland was called the Wild Grassland by bards and scholars, but civilians and adventurers preferred to call it the Great Wilderness. This was the place where the Orcs and Half-Orcs lived. It was also the only empire on the Main Plane.
Orc Empire.
Only by ruling over an area could one be called a king. Only by ruling over an entire species could one be called an emperor. The mortal plane was incredibly large and had many species. However, only two individuals truly had the right to be called "emperors".
One of them was the leader of the Dragon Clan, the demigod that all giant dragons at least nominally submitted to, the Golden Dragon Emperor. The other one was the leader of the Orcs, the emperor who ruled the entire Great Wilderness. He was a legendary powerhouse, the Wilderness Emperor.
At least 70% of the Orcs and more than half of the Half-Orcs lived in the Great Wilderness. This was also the only place where they had their own country. The Orc Empire ruled this Great Wilderness. Every once in a while, these barbaric guys would launch attacks from the east or south because of the lack of resources, or because they were purely thirsty for violence and blood.
To the east of the Orc Empire was the Kingdom of Holy Angels. It was a very powerful country, and its national religion was the belief in the Sun God. There were a surprising number of priests in the country, and they were unusually tenacious in battles. No matter how the Orc Empire attacked, they could firmly hold the line of defense, and the Orcs had never taken advantage of them.
To the south of the Orc Empire was the Kingdom of Eagle, which was the oldest human country on the Main Plane. It was a prosperous country with many masters. This country was also one of the few countries that worshiped the God of Knights. The Continental Knight Tournament, which was held every three years, always attracted knights from all over the continent. Whether they were aristocratic knights who performed or adventurous knights who fought, they could all win honors with their own abilities. There were often people who made a name for themselves here, turning from an unknown person to a famous expert in the continent in an instant.
Different from the Kingdom of Holy Angels, which was always on the defensive, the Kingdom of Eagle did not show any weakness when facing the Orc Empire. Basically, every three to five years, they would launch an army to attack the Orc Empire. On the one hand, it was to eliminate hidden dangers, and on the other hand, it was to show their strength.
However, since the prince's rebellion 18 years ago, "Blood Stained the Eagle Crown," many high-level knights of the Kingdom of Eagle had died. Even after a generation, this loss could not be completely made up. In recent years, they had been at a disadvantage in the war with the Orc Empire and were very passive.
According to Sui Xiong's plan, he would only pass by the Kingdom of Eagle on his way back. Now he just passed through the Orc Empire and moved toward the Kingdom of Holy Angels.
Walking on the grassland was a very interesting thing, especially when night fell. The sky was full of stars, like a huge cover, which was directly attached to the vast earth. One could clearly see the boundary between the starry sky and the earth, which was just like the sea level.
The night belonged to all kinds of ferocious wild creatures. Whether they were beasts, magical beasts, or orcs, there was no difference.
In any case, no matter what it was, it was basically killing as its main occupation. It was about the same.
Sui Xiong lay on the grass and looked up at the starry sky. He compared it with the starry sky of the earth in his memory, trying to find some similarities. But after searching for a long time, he still could not find a relatively big similarity. He could only sigh disappointedly. He casually turned the withered weeds around him into a grass blanket and wrapped his body in it.
He was not afraid of the cold, but he could only sleep with a blanket wrapped around him.
However, this sleep did not last long. In the second half of the night, he suddenly felt that a powerful thing was approaching, and he was awakened.
The powerful breath that made him feel a little uneasy came from a warrior wearing light half-body armor. He was an orc, or to be exact, a lion-man. His golden mane shone brightly under the starry sky, brightly illuminating the surroundings. He carried a big sword on his shoulder. There were no complicated decorations on the sword, but the magic radiance of the sword body proved that it was not an ordinary thing. It was just that the maker did not like luxury.
Sui Xiong felt the breath of this lion-man with some doubts. He always felt that he seemed to have seen this person somewhere.
When this person came closer, he suddenly realized and shouted with a smile, "Iron Lion, good evening!"
"Iron Lion" was another name for the Main God of the Barbarian Gods, Morani. This god of orc origin was a famous ranger on the mainland, and he liked to wander around and fight for injustice. He was somewhat similar to the God of Justice, but he was more reliable than the God of Justice, so he was more popular.
When Sui Xiong had just set foot on the land, he had received his favor. At that time, if it had not been for his protection, Sui Xiong would have suffered a lot when facing the patron god of the Night Gods, Wumian.
Sui Xiong was a person who would repay kindness and hatred. After receiving Morani's favor, he had always wanted to repay it, but this iron lion had no fixed residence, and was always wandering around like the God of Justice. Sui Xiong had not officially become a god, so he could not contact him through the Pantheon Temple, so he could only wait for an opportunity.
His luck was good, and now was a good opportunity!
However, what made Sui Xiong feel a little helpless was that Morani had long forgotten about the original matter.
Over the years, he had wandered around, done a lot of chivalrous things, helped a lot of people who needed help, and fought against all kinds of evil things many times. The matter of a small village in the Ashes Woods was really not worth his attention.
But in fact, it was impossible to completely forget. Mortals could use their subconscious to remember everything they had seen in their lives, and gods could only remember more things.
Sui Xiong reminded him a little, and he remembered the original matter, and greeted Sui Xiong with a smile.
The two of them chatted for a while, and this god, who was a little slow, became friends with Sui Xiong.
He was forthright and free, and he spoke very straightforwardly. Although he was a little lacking in etiquette, he had a kind of pure charm, and it was easy for people to believe in his words. And he did not ask for repayment for his kindness, and he did not even remember it. Such a noble character made Sui Xiong admire him.
Before, Morani did not confuse the unlucky jellyfish he had saved with the powerful God of Nature who had killed two gods in a battle. After all, although they were both jellyfish, the difference was too big. It was like a wooden sword and an iron sword, they were fundamentally different.
When they chatted about Sui Xiong's experience over the years, he could not help but be surprised.
And when Sui Xiong said that he was running an amusement park, he was even more surprised, and he had an interesting idea.
"The maze below your amusement park is actually a training base for adventurers, isn't it?" He said with great interest. "Then why not use this training ground to train your church's knights?"
Sui Xiong was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that there was indeed a blind spot in his thinking. He could not help but laugh a few times.
"I'll do it after I go back … Fortunately, this matter is not urgent."
Morani nodded slightly. Sui Xiong was right. For gods, there was really nothing that could be called urgent.
"If you don't mind, can you let my believers go to the underground maze to receive training?" He said. "My believers often have conflicts with those guys who mingle in the underground. It will be of great help to give them some special training."
"What's wrong with that! Leave it to me! " Sui Xiong patted his chest and took charge. "I'll take care of the training, food, accommodation, education, and membership!"
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