Orc Skill Card

Abel had no idea this was an Orc Skill Card, but the card held a strange allure for him. He picked it up and examined it closely, feeling as if it contained some kind of power.

An idea struck Abel, and he tried to probe the card with his spiritual power. He closed his eyes, focusing his mind to sense it.

The instant Abel's spiritual power entered the card, he felt a rough energy. This energy was somewhat similar to his own spiritual power, yet entirely different in nature.

Just then, the rough energy suddenly surged towards Abel's spiritual power. Abel tried to withdraw his spiritual power, but it was too late. The energy connected with his own.

Abel's vision shifted. He found himself as a young werewolf, but he couldn't control this body. It was like watching a movie, yet infinitely more real.

The young werewolf walked up to a direwolf, placed its hand on the direwolf's head, and began chanting in a strange language. Yet, at that moment, Abel understood the words, feeling as if he had truly mastered the language.

The werewolf's language was filled with words praising the Beast God and some strange, unknown intonations, almost like incantations. These words and tones, connected as the werewolf spoke them, seemed to link the direwolf's mind with the werewolf's. The werewolf could now feel the direwolf's thoughts and, in its heart, command the direwolf.

Next, the werewolf mounted the direwolf and they galloped away. After the run, the werewolf used its Battle Qi to massage the direwolf's entire body.

Once the entire scene concluded, the void before him suddenly began to crack and crumble. Abel felt himself return to his own body, his spiritual power withdrawn from the card.

The star at the bottom of the card in Abel's hand slowly dimmed and then disappeared. The card itself began to crack. Fearing it might explode, just like his greatsword sometimes did, Abel threw the card from his hand. In mid-air, the card completely shattered, not with an explosion, but dissolving slowly in the air as if it had never existed.

However, a memory now resided in Abel's mind, containing two pieces of information: the Orcish language and the Mount Strengthening Technique.

The Orcish language was a common tongue among orcs. Orc Skill Cards didn't normally come with this function, but Abel had directly connected with the card using his spiritual power. The content within the Orc Skill Card was created using the common Orcish language and transformed into energy by a Beast God Priest. When Abel connected with the card using his spiritual power and absorbed that energy, he had essentially accessed the common Orcish language on a spiritual level and absorbed it directly into himself.

The Mount Strengthening Technique was a skill recorded on the Orc Skill Card. Orcs possessed unparalleled talent in the in-depth study of mounts. Although its name was ordinary, the Mount Strengthening Technique was undoubtedly one of the most fundamental and powerful skills in the Orc Empire. This skill could establish a soul-level connection between the user and their mount, and enhance the mount's abilities through Battle Qi.

At the same time, Abel also learned what the card was: an Orc Skill Card from the Orc Empire. Orcs used blood to activate skill cards and learn their contents, not by directly connecting with spiritual power like Abel. If the priest who created this Orc Skill Card had been of a higher level, Abel's actions could have led to unknown and terrifying consequences.

Now that he had mastered the Orcish language, Abel looked at the parchment again and discovered it contained the time and location for the Orc squad to rendezvous with all other squads. This discovery excited Abel greatly. Knowing the time and place of the rendezvous, he could organize his army to annihilate all the orcs who had entered the human world this time.

Actually, such a parchment shouldn't have been in the possession of an ordinary orc. It was just that Simon was leaving the squad to hide and await the direwolf's birth, so he had copied this map before departing.

Abel then remembered the werewolf camp. Glancing at the sky, he saw it was already very late. His own horse was still at the werewolf camp, along with a direwolf. Abel followed his tracks back to where he had tied up the horses.

The wild beasts in the vicinity had all been hunted by the werewolves, so for such a long time, the two horses had been tied here without any trouble, leisurely grazing on the grass.

Abel looked towards the werewolf camp not far away. The direwolf seemed to sense the danger of its master's prolonged absence and uneasily tried to stand up.

Looking at the direwolf in the camp, Abel lamented inwardly. An adult direwolf that had already bonded with a master could not bond with another. This direwolf's master was dead, making it worthless.

He slowly approached the direwolf, taking his Ice Magic Sword from his back. He cautiously drew nearer. The direwolf saw Abel. Its master hadn't returned, but the enemy had. Its eyes were filled with sorrow.

The direwolf let out a whimper, a hint of pleading in its sorrowful gaze. Abel found it strange. The sky was already dimming, but in the last rays of the setting sun, Abel noticed a small figure struggling to emerge from the direwolf's body, halfway out.

This direwolf was giving birth. Abel stopped in his tracks, not expecting the direwolf to be giving birth here. Abel had heard of these creatures, rumored to be the fastest mounts, the most loyal mounts. The Orc Empire controlled them very strictly; pregnant direwolves were never brought to the battlefield, let alone appear in the human world. Yet, the direwolf before him was giving birth in the human world.

Abel couldn't help but think of the Mount Strengthening Technique he had just learned. Possessing a perfect mount was a knight's highest ideal. His heart burned with passion. The offspring of these mounts, so strictly controlled by the Orc Empire, were right before him.

According to legend, the first creature a direwolf sees after birth becomes its master. This also meant that in the human world, it was rare for humans to own such mounts. For the people of this world, a good mount was almost the same concept as a supercar on Earth. Think about the fervor people on Earth had for supercars, and you could understand the fervor people in this world had for good mounts.

Seeing that Abel wasn't approaching further, the direwolf focused again on its newborn cub. It was clearly in great pain, but it didn't cry out, as if afraid of disturbing its child, who was struggling for life.

Under Abel's gaze, a new life appeared on the direwolf. The birth process had taken too much strength from the tiny creature. It closed its eyes, seemingly recovering its energy.

The direwolf glanced at Abel, then turned back and gently licked the newborn's head and body with its tongue, meticulously cleaning its fur from head to tail. Its eyes were filled with reluctance to part.

Suddenly, the direwolf leaped to its feet and charged towards a large tree several meters away, a tree that had stood for many years and was 50 centimeters in diameter. Seeing the direwolf stand up, Abel thought it was going to attack him and prepared himself. But he never expected the direwolf's target to be the tree.

With a "thud," followed by the sound of its skull cracking, the direwolf fell to the ground, its head covered in blood, after colliding with the tree.

Abel had never witnessed such a fierce and loyal creature. It possessed maternal instincts, but its devotion to its original master transcended everything, leading it to abandon its newborn child and end its own life in such a tragic manner.

Abel picked up his Ice Magic Greatsword and began digging in the ground. Soon, he had dug a large pit. He placed the direwolf's body into the pit and filled it back with soil. Such a life deserved his respect; Abel did not want other beasts to harm its remains.

The small direwolf had now slowly recovered, emitting soft, milky cries, as if calling for its mother.

Abel knelt down and picked up the little direwolf from the ground. This small direwolf had wet, black fur all over its body. It was soft and very light. Abel held it carefully, not daring to apply any force, afraid of hurting the little direwolf. Looking at this young life, Abel felt a sense of fatherhood.