The wind on the plateau was like a knife. Every time it brushed past one's skin, one would feel as if one was bleeding.
Today was the sixth day of the Month of Harvest. No one knew that Brute Cavern was located on a plateau, so most of them were only wearing thin clothes. Everyone shivered in the cold wind.
"Oh, no one here. Did they abandon us?" A young man wearing a black and white velvet hat knelt on the ground with a sad face. The young man did not stop there. He simply lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead with tears in his eyes.
As he lay down, the knight's sword wrapped in rags on his waist hit the ground with a crisp sound.
"It feels so bad to be abandoned. My heart hurts so much. I can't take it anymore." The young man rolled on the ground in an exaggerated manner.
Seeing the young man's reaction, everyone stepped aside quietly. They did not know who he was.
Only a big man with a mustache squatted down beside the young man with a smile. "Hey, I think I saw some Aphido Flower. It'll add some flavor with ketchup and beef tenderloin."
After the big man said this, he gently pushed the young man lying on the ground. "Orlando, do you want to eat lunch?"
The young man named Orlando's eyes lit up. He nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, yes! I want it! "
"Stand up if you want," the big man said.
Orlando stood up obediently and stood behind the mustached man with a look of admiration.
The mustached man turned his head and silently mouthed two words to the crowd, "Done!"
Angor found it interesting to watch the two's interaction. Speaking of which, there were very few talents in Brute Cavern who did not hate Angor. These two were one of them.
"I'm Roffig, from Stygian Continent," the big man introduced himself to everyone. After introducing himself, he pointed to the young man beside him. "He's Orlando, my best friend."
"Orlando's character is a bit willful, please be tolerant." After Roffig finished speaking, he pulled Orlando into the crowd.
Roffig and Orlando rarely showed up in public, so many people thought they were arrogant people. But looking at it today, that didn't seem to be the case.
Sailum pulled Angor's sleeve and whispered, "That young man named Orlando … He's a bit of a weirdo, but he's the only one here who became a knight. He must not be underestimated. "
To Sailum, becoming a knight was his dream before he knew about the Wizard World. Therefore, he paid special attention to Orlando, who was equipped with a knight's sword.
"What do we do now? Have we been tricked? Why isn't there a single person here? "complained a pockmarked youth who often hung around Hookdick.
"Could it be that he thinks we're not talented enough and abandoned us halfway?" The one who spoke was the fat boy next to the pockmarked youth. The fat boy's voice sounded like he was about to cry. "I miss Mommy, I want to go home …"
Although he was sobbing, there was no sadness in the fat boy's eyes.
After attracting everyone's attention with his sobbing, the fat boy suddenly changed his tune. "I miss my mother. I want to go home. I want to eat ketchup with beef tenderloin, and add that … that flower …"
"You're such an idiot, fat boy. It's the Aphido Flower!" the pockmarked youth interrupted.
The two worked well together. Angor could tell they were planning something.
Hearing the words of these two, everyone secretly glanced at Roffig, who was hidden in the crowd, and found that his expression was very speechless, and he even rolled his eyes at the sky.
"Another pair of weirdos." Angor was speechless. The pockmarked youth and the fat boy seemed to be Hookdick's trusted followers. Every time Angor walked past them, they would sneer at him. Angor thought they were the vicious type, but he didn't expect them to be the shameless type.
Hookdick took them in as his trusted followers. Angor looked at Hookdick from the corner of his eye. The arrogant man was covering his face as if he was too ashamed to face anyone.
So I've been tricked. Angor looked away.
Since Roffig did not say whether he wanted to invite them to eat, the fat boy's fake crying continued. For a moment, the silent plains were filled with the sound of fake sobbing.
At this moment, a low and hoarse male voice suddenly broke out of the heavy crying and entered everyone's ears like thunder, "Shut up, cry one more time and I'll kill you."
The one who spoke was a bald youth with dark brown skin that was close to black.
His upper body was bare, revealing his oily abs that seemed to have been refined in a raging fire. His lower body was only wearing a pair of tight leather pants and suede shoes, revealing his thick leg hair. There was also a tiger-patterned skirt around his waist.
His exposed skin did not shrink because of the cold. Instead, because of the ultraviolet radiation of the plateau, his skin glowed like palm oil, and his whole person exuded a wild aura.
"Balba!" His name popped up in everyone's mind.
As the strongest talent in the group, Balba's angry shout silenced the fat boy. He did not even dare to breathe loudly. Even Hookdick lowered his head. If anyone had been paying attention, they would have noticed that his expression was one of disdain and a hint of fear.
Even Nausica had to stay away from Balba's aura.
Due to Balba's sudden outburst, everyone remained silent. Those who were supposed to interrupt did not say anything. The eerie silence lasted for ten minutes before it was broken by a small voice.
"Angor, do you know what's going on?" It was Sailum who spoke beside Angor. He tried to whisper to Angor, but the place was too quiet. Everyone heard his voice.
Sailum noticed it too. His face turned pale and he looked at Balba, fearing that the man would scold him.
Balba didn't say anything this time. Instead, he looked at Angor as Sailum asked.
Or rather, everyone was looking at Angor.
Many people were hostile toward Angor, but they also knew that Angor was somehow connected to the wizards on the cloud whale. This was evident from the fact that he could freely enter and leave the wizard's tent.
Because of this, Hookdick didn't dare to attack Angor directly. Instead, he tried to use underhanded methods to break Angor's defense line. Unfortunately, Nausica gave him a good beating in the end.
Everyone was now looking at Angor. Nausica, Hookdick, Balba …
Angor's expression didn't change at all as if nothing had happened. He glanced at a certain direction in the sky and spoke slowly, "I don't know what's going on. Maybe they want us to wait. But it won't be long. Don't worry."
Angor patted Sailum's shoulder to comfort him.
Everyone found Angor's words strange, but they did not think too much about it. Only three people in the group showed a thoughtful look. Nausica was one of them. She fell into deep thought after hearing Angor's words. Soon, her expression returned to normal, and her eyes shone brightly.
Orlando was one of them. He might be stubborn, self-centered, and childish, but he was the second one to realize what was going on.
Balba was the last one to react. As an otherworldly mixed-blood, Balba not only inherited the power of otherworldly barbarians, but also the wisdom of humans.
"Thanks!" Nausica silently mouthed her thanks to Angor.
On the other side, Orlando and Balba nodded at Angor as well. They didn't say anything, but it was enough to show their friendliness.
Angor only chuckled at their reaction. He did not know the details. But … Angor glanced at a certain direction in the sky again and sighed helplessly.
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