Chapter 747

Chapter 747

As a scholar of Gabella Scholar's Tower, Yarvis knew what shamans were among the orcs.

The orcs of the Great Prairie generally believed in the existence of the Spirit of the Prairie, and shamans were the group responsible for communicating between ordinary people and the Spirit of the Prairie. However, that was not all they did. They were also responsible for passing down clan knowledge—or, in other words, educating the next generation.

What shocked him even more was what the Old Orcish said next: "And I also know that your name is Yarvis."

This left Yarvis utterly baffled, and for a moment he was speechless. The Old Orcish answered his confusion for him: "Many years ago, I once followed a caravan to the Gabella Empire. Beneath that towering White Tower, I heard one of your lectures. I must say, it was an unforgettable experience."

"So that's how it is. This world really is small!" Yarvis sighed. Thinking of his current situation, he could not help but feel sorrowful. "I never expected that, so many years later, I would also follow a caravan to your land, only to end up a prisoner."

He was rather pessimistic about his future. After all, in the ingrained human perception, orcs were all cruel and brutal beings. These savage, uncivilized fellows probably did not know how to respect knowledge, let alone those who possessed it.

The Old Orcish split his mouth in a grin, revealing thick tusks. "Master Yarvis, a wise man among humans, why must you be so sorrowful? Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ota West!"

"O... Ota West!" Yarvis widened his eyes, and even his long eyebrows trembled.

Great Chieftain Alba and the Royal Tent had not risen to prominence overnight. The Gabella Empire in the south naturally