Fantasy journey to the heavens

Chapter 181

The people in front are patrolling.

Katim hid in the crowd and lurked silently there.

He did this deliberately. After all, it was not unusual for a wizard to suddenly come to a place like this, accompanied by a human noble who seemed to be of high status.

Although he didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, Katim already felt that he didn't want to get involved.

Just hide quietly in the crowd and be obscene and develop.

Compared with him, Thorson not far away was very positive.

He looked at the aristocratic young man coming towards him in the distance, his eyes were already moving wildly, as if he was trying to think of a way to use him to leave.

In a way, his willpower is really firm, and he never misses the opportunity to leave this place.

Katim didn't know where he got such obsession.

"Your Excellency Moria."

Walking on the road, the orc wizard looked at the human boy in front of him with a smile on his face: "We are finally back home. Aren't you happy?"

"Happy, maybe."

The young man's face was indifferent, and he spoke calmly: "It doesn't seem like something to be thankful for, from a place full of aliens to returning to a place where even though you are full of people of the same race, people around you always want to kill you."

"There may be many people in Mawson who don't want to see me come back."

"It's inevitable."

The old orc smiled: "After all, your return will be a huge obstacle to them."

"But that's why you need to go back, isn't it?"

"Your father misses you very much too."

"You are the ones who want me to go back, right?"

The young man glanced at the old orc in front of him and did not comment on his words: "Use the opportunity of my return to Mawson to try to spread your power to the Mawson area. Is this your plan?"

"Probably so."

The old orc nodded and made no secret of his purpose: "So, you don't need to panic too much. As long as you reach that position, we will naturally continue to support you."

"The so-called support is just this group of slaves in front of you?"

There was a look of ridicule on Moria's face.

He pointed at the slaves in front of him: "A group of poor people who are almost starving to death and can't even find a professional?"

Speaking of this, the old orc couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Indeed, no matter from which aspect, the group of people in front of them seemed a bit too shabby.

As for the slaves in front of me, even if there were a hundred of them, they would probably be no match for an ordinary apprentice.

Letting such a group of people protect Moria and return to the Mosen Kingdom may be counterproductive.

"No matter what, it is of some use."

He explained: "There are very few humans in this area, and your status makes it inconvenient to take the orcs back directly."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind sending a few knights to you for your dispatch."

"On my mission. I'm afraid they are sent to monitor you."

Moria unceremoniously exposed the old orc's true thoughts.

Although he was very disgusted on the surface, he did not give up on the old orc's good intentions.

After all, no matter what, no matter how useless the group of people in front of them are, they can still gather some heads.

And there are enough human slaves here. Even if most of them are trash, if you pick them carefully, maybe you can pick out some useful ones?

To a certain extent, this is gold mining.

But Moria had no choice.

In this kingdom of orcs, it would be great if he could find some humans. There is no point in being picky.

With a helpless mood, he slowly moved forward and started his actions.

Accompanied by the old orc, he walked around and picked out some people from the group of human slaves in front of him.

The main reason why people can be selected is that the standards for selecting people are low enough.

How low exactly?

Basically, as long as you are a young man, have no health problems, and have enough strength, you will be selected.

no way.

For the place in front of him, if the requirements were higher, Moria would be afraid that he would not be able to find many people available.

If you lower your standards, you can still pick out a few people.

As for what use these people can have, it depends on the wise and the benevolent.

Anyway, Katim thought it was useless.

Just these ordinary people, he can knock them all down with just a single spell, let alone attack with all his strength.

Even if there are a hundred of them, they are still the same, just serving as cannon fodder for measurement units.

No effect at all.

Looking at Moria's appearance, Katim shook his head secretly.

The one in front of me looks pretty good, and has a very special aura. I originally thought he was some big shot.

Now it seems that this is the case.

Otherwise, why would I end up in this place to choose followers.

With this simple thought, Katim hid aside and watched the excitement quietly. ,

But soon, he saw a familiar figure jumping out of the crowd.

That's Thorson.

Like Katim, Thorson has been hiding in the crowd to observe the situation.

It wasn't until he found out Moria's purpose that he jumped out.

Compared with others around him, his advantage is quite obvious. Not only can he speak fluent common language, but he is also very skilled.

As for his slightly older age, it can actually be an advantage here.

Because compared to those slaves who were skinny and looked like old men, Thorson, a middle-aged man, was still quite strong and had a huge advantage in comparison.

Of course, the most important thing is his origin.

As a nobleman, Thorson naturally easily wins the favor of people like Moria.

Not surprisingly, he successfully became Moriah's follower, and he was quite valued.

Katim was a little surprised by this result, but it was not difficult to accept it.

After all, Thorson has been looking for a chance to leave, and now is the right time.

Moreover, if nothing happens, Thorson should be able to leave this place smoothly by following Moriah. To a certain extent, he can achieve his previous wish.

As a friend, Katim was sincerely happy for Thorson and had a smile on his face.

But soon, Katim stopped laughing.

Because Thorson in front gave him a big surprise.

"Mr. Moriah."

Thorson looked at Moria in front of him, his face full of respect: "I have a friend who is also a noble and a knowledgeable scholar."

"If you still need followers, I'm sure he'd be happy to serve you."

Yes, Thorson has not forgotten Katim.

After becoming a follower of Moria and escaping from the sea of ​​misery, the first thing Thorson did was to introduce him to Moria, hoping to pull Katim out of this place.From his perspective, this isn't really a problem.

After all, he and Katim were the only friends in this place, and even because they met in times of trouble, their feelings for each other were quite deep.

Thorson also promised Katim that he would find a way to take Katim out in the future.

In addition, Moria does seem to need some high-quality followers.

Therefore, it is normal for Thorson to introduce Katim to Moria.

As a matter of recommendation, he praised Katim and praised Katim's abilities.

This successfully aroused Moria's interest.

"Oh?"

Moria was a little curious: "Is Mr. Katim really so knowledgeable?"

"of course."

Thorson insisted: "His talent is more than ten times that of mine!"

When recommending talents, of course you have to be awesome.

What if people don't pay attention to it?
At the moment, he didn't care about that and just praised Katim all over.

Moria nodded repeatedly when she heard this, and she couldn't help but feel some expectations in her heart.

Of course he knew there was moisture in Thorson's words.

But even so, to be praised by Thorson like this must be something special, right?

It's better than the trash around you.

"It's a pity that such a talented person should stay in a place like this."

He nodded and said, "Then please ask Mr. Thorson to call your friend out."

Thorson was immediately overjoyed.

Katim was completely unhappy.

Looking ahead, Thorson turned around and looked towards him. The smile on his face froze, and he fell into silence at this moment.

If possible, he would like to tell Thorson that he thinks this place is very good, but actually he doesn't really want to leave here.

At least not now.

But unfortunately, he couldn't say that.

Because it is too inconsistent with common sense.

Everyone who comes to this place wants to leave. How could someone not want to leave this place, but want to continue to stay?
Not to mention Thorson, I'm afraid even the orcs around him wouldn't understand.

Feeling the gazes of the people around him, Katim sighed deeply and walked out of the crowd helplessly.

When he walked out of the crowd, Moria's eyes immediately fell on Katim in front.

From Moria's perspective, Katim looked quite handsome.

He had long hair that fell straight down. He looked tall and straight, and his eyes had a touch of gold, giving people a different feeling.

Even among slaves, Katim's appearance makes people feel special, and he feels extraordinary at a glance.

Moria couldn't help but take a few more glances, and immediately believed some of Thorson's previous flattery.

Although it is not good to judge people by their appearance, it is human nature after all.

Compared to the mediocre Thorson, Katim's appearance is convincing at first glance, and one feels that this is probably a very good guy.

Even though he was standing next to Moria, the old orc who had not made much movement before could not help but look sideways, looking at Katim with some surprise.

However, what surprised him was different from Moria.

Such a unique person is so special among a group of slaves that even the orc guards at the bottom should be able to distinguish him.

Such a person should be brought before the same orc nobles. Why is he staying in this slave camp?

What do the orc guards here do?
The old orc felt particularly puzzled.

However, he didn't think much about it, he just felt that this should be the negligence of his subordinates.

After all, for humans, many orcs are also somewhat face-blind, and it is normal for some to not be able to tell the difference between good and bad.

But blame too much.

Relatively speaking, Moria's reaction was much stronger.

"Are you Mr. Katim?"

Moria looked at Katim's appearance and asked with interest: "I heard that you are a scholar. I wonder what kind of knowledge and skills you have mastered?"

"Knowledge and Skills."

Katim raised his head, his face now calm: "I can refine some basic potions."

Refining potions should be Katim's best skill besides killing people.

However, as soon as he said these words, he immediately attracted the attention of the two people in front of him.

"Prepare potions?"

Moriah's face showed surprise: "Are you a pharmacist?"

Compared to him, the old orc beside him was more surprised.

Refining potions is not a job that just anyone can do.

Only an apprentice trained by a wizard can become an apothecary.

And even among wizard apprentices, becoming a pharmacist is extremely difficult.

At least as an official wizard, he doesn't know how to refine several potions, and his mastery of potions is even weaker.

There was no way, even though he was a wizard, the orc's innate talent lay here, and he was completely unsuitable for such delicate work.

Being able to become a wizard and even be able to refine potions is considered an incredible achievement among the orcs.

And even in the human kingdom, a pharmacist is a very rare talent.

The old orc's gaze gradually became hesitant as he looked at Katim.

Is it possible that Moriah can really find treasures from this slave camp?

He couldn't believe it, so he asked in person: "What kind of potion can you refine?"

"Healing potions, psychotropic potions, and other basic potions are all available."

Katim glanced at the old orc, and then casually reported the names of some basic potions.

To him, these are completely basic potions and not worth mentioning at all.

If placed on the surface world, these medicines are just the basic medicine formulas mastered by a pharmacist.

But in the eyes of Moria and the old orc, this is serious.

For various reasons, pharmacists in the underground world are more scarce than those in the surface world.

These ordinary potions, which were quite low-level in Katim's eyes, were already quite rare in the eyes of the two Morias in front of them.

If you are an ordinary person who can refine these medicines, you can already become an excellent pharmacist and become a talent warmly welcomed by all countries.

But now, such a talent is actually in the slave camp of the Orc Kingdom, and his identity is one of the slaves.

For a moment, both Moria and Moria felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity.

The old orc looked at Katim with some disbelief in his heart, so he quickly stepped forward and continued to ask.

He also had a certain foundation in pharmacy, so he asked several professional questions about pharmacy.

Then he's stupid.

The more I asked, the more frightened I became.

(End of this chapter)