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For a moment, Ginnell wondered if he had misheard, and even more so, whether some evil god had secretly slipped something into Luke's spirit during the orc tribe's ritual.

It's somewhat of an exaggeration to expect an outsider to beat the descendants of one's own tribe to death.

Orcs may appear barbaric, but the civilization they have inherited and their overall cultural level are not low.

In other words, apart from a few particularly egregious family relationships, caring for offspring is a common practice among orc tribes.

"Ginnell asked."

Are you sure?

"Wait, first explain to me how your orcs ended up in the Northern Alliance."

The continent of Pangaea is vast. In the orc tribes located in the central and western grasslands, one orc ran away to the Northern Alliance.

Even though the Northern Union cannot be considered the northernmost point in the geographical sense of the Pangaea, the distance between them should not be underestimated.

Either this orc is very strong, strong enough to reach the Northern Union by surviving in the wild.

Either the orc was very clear-headed and had prepared money and supplies before leaving the tribe, which allowed him to arrive safely in the Northern Alliance.

Based on Luke's entrustment and the specific requirements of that entrustment, Ginnell's guess about the unknown orc leans more towards the second possibility.

Yin Xing scratched his head, admitting that this part of the content touched on a blind spot in his knowledge.

Little Ginnell clearly had a guess, but he simply couldn't understand such a thing for a star.

Luke's expression changed noticeably as he spoke.

"He ran away from home."

"He lost a battle and wanted to leave the tribe to make his own way in the world."

Gianna couldn't help but interrupt him.

"Wait a minute, there's absolutely no logical connection between these two sentences."

"Going out to explore and running away from home are not the same thing, do you understand?"

Luke nodded seriously.

"I understand, he ran away from home, and going out to make a living was just an excuse he made for himself."

That's right.

Ginnell nodded, signaling Luke to tell his story.

The story is actually quite simple.

In the orc tribes, who are full of martial spirit, victory and glory in battle are exactly the same.

The standard phrase "Victory or death" is extremely common among orc tribes.

The orc who ran away from home never lost a battle in the tribe, at least not before he ran away.

After losing once, he couldn't accept his defeat, so he chose to leave the orc tribe.

Luke said.

"His skills, his strength, and his fighting spirit all have room for improvement."

"But instead of focusing on becoming stronger, he had a big argument with his family and decided to leave."

"That's cowardice."

If there's nothing more to teach in the tribe, and at this point, an orc is still unwilling to accept his defeat, or wants to continue striving for an even greater victory.

Once someone leaves, they've left. After all, whatever the final outcome, it's their own choice.

After a moment's thought, Gianna decided on one final thing.

"Luke, one last question."

"You said his strength still has a lot of room for improvement. Is this assessment yours, or was it suggested by other orcs in the tribe?"

Yin Xing was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what was happening.

If it was Luke who suggested it, then as a legendary orc, his vision certainly cannot be compared to that of other orcs.

The orcs he sees as still having room for improvement are perhaps already targets that other orcs could never catch up to in their entire lives.

Luke shook his head.

"no."

"I will only teach those kids with a sword and my fists."

Genele nodded and readily agreed.

"After we close for the night and you've had a good rest, I'll go to Silver Star City to help you resolve this issue."

"Don't worry, I know a few friends in Silver Star City, finding an orc won't be a problem."

The main inhabitants of Silver Star City are humans. Although other races also settle in Silver Star City, finding an orc is generally not too difficult.

Luke nodded slowly.

"I will condense my power into cards and give them to you as a reward."

"Ginnell, remember this: go for the kill."

"Don't hold back just because of me."

Silver Star silently pressed his staff against his chest, muttering, "All the stars above."

Things have come to this point, and even Yin Xing can only say that this is the guidance of the stars and the arrangement of fate.

Of all places to run, that orc boy had to end up in Silver Star City.

The orc boy thought that by heading north, he could avoid the external influence of the tribe and the kingdom, and at least no one would be able to find his location.

But fate led him to run into the hands of young Ginnell.

Anyway, one of the orcs is going to be finished.

After agreeing on the terms, Luke completely relaxed, even having the leisure to instruct Ginell on his knife-holding posture.

According to him, since the meditation is over anyway, he might as well do something simpler.

While the orcs' training methods weren't quite suitable for Ginnar, they were quite compatible in terms of combat and killing.

In addition, Luke also values ​​one thing in particular.

"Ginnell, have you had any blood on your hands?"

Ginnell was somewhat puzzled, but still answered truthfully.

"There are quite a few, but in terms of numbers, monsters still outnumber them."

"I think I know what you're going to say. You mean that killing someone with magic or something similar is far less impactful than killing them with a melee weapon, right?"

Luke nodded, but then shook his head.

"That's what I meant, but you're only partially right."

"Range attacks do make the killing feel unreal, but the violence of magic makes up for that."

Simply put, despite the seemingly high-class image of mages, they are considered the pinnacle of the profession among all classes.

However, unless the mage's strength has reached a certain level, the battle will not be a good sight to behold.

To give a simple example, individuals killed by spells like fireball and lightning are unlikely to survive unless the mage can increase their magical output and blast the enemy to smithereens in one go.

Otherwise, their death would certainly not be a pleasant sight.

Silver Star chimed in from the side.

"From a certain perspective, the damage caused by magic, and the various physical reactions, are even more disgusting."

Ginnell silently recalled the monsters and intelligent beings who had died at his hands.

It seems so.

Compared to the relatively clean and refreshing appearance of melee classes, injuries caused by magic are indeed rather unsightly.

The charred body, with its sticky flesh, skin, and clothes forming twisted scars, is indeed so upon closer inspection.