After demonstrating the production methods of the two agents for the last time, Charles dispersed the apprentices of the experimental cave.

Then he simply packed the items he needed and came to his neighbor Ma Ruier's house.

Of course, it can no longer be called the Ma Ruier family.

Compared with the other two human races, the Haradians generally have short life.

The cheerful man who wanted to pinch his face for the first time when he met, had already died in the first year of Harovi's death.

Now the one who is in charge of the family is his daughter Haldo and his son-in-law Haldad.

"Are you going to leave?"

Holding her two-year-old daughter, the brown-haired and blue-eyed Haldo suddenly stood up from the chair.

Her words were full of incredible, because in her perception, since her birth, the little guy Charles has been around as their neighbor.

Like the rest of the Haradin people, he has lived for one-third of her entire life and it seems that he will continue like this.

As a result, he suddenly came to say goodbye?

The eyes of the eldest son Halda and her husband Haldad also looked over from the kitchen of the house - they were preparing dinner for Shire's visit.

"Yes." Charles nodded, "The two methods of making medicines have been learned by your husband and others, and I ask them to teach them the methods free of charge no matter who they are, as long as they are willing to learn, they must pass on the methods for free, so it is the same if they are here or not."

At this time, Charles was "23" and still looked as old as eight or nine years old.

Although his legs are still very short, his speed is no less than that of adult humans due to his elves and sensitive bodies.

"That doesn't matter," Haldo frowned, "I mean, why are you leaving?"

"I don't belong here at all." Charles smiled, "After Harrowie's death, there are not many places here that I can nostalgic for. Of course, if I have the chance, I will come back to visit you."

His decisive words made Haldo, who had originally thought a lot, suddenly lose all the words he was about to say. After a while of silence, she asked, "Then where are you going?"

"I'm going to go around the outskirts of the Blue Mountains," said Charles. "I heard that there are a group of green elves living in the big forest. They are very proficient in animals and plants. I want to visit them."

...

The Green Elf is indeed Shire's purpose, or one of the purposes.

Although he has not yet grown up completely, he has barely had qualified action ability and can take the initiative to explore and observe the mysterious place in this world.

The Green Elf is a race he is preparing to know, because their knowledge is likely to be helpful in the production of Shire potions.

However, it is said that the whereabouts of the green elves in the forest are difficult to find, and Charles cannot guarantee that they can find their place.

So this goal is just a by-pass.

His real destination is actually two dwarf cities in the Blue Mountains—

Nogrod, Berregost.

They are the base camps of the two clans of the dwarves, Liang Kuan and Huoju clans.

The dwarves are good at forging, and the dwarves in these two cities invented chain mail in this era.

However, Charles did not go there to learn or correct the armor development process in this world. In fact, he knew nothing about it, and it was basically the same.

Like pharmacy, he was trying to experiment with his past memories.

Today is different from the past. The various auxiliary means he "looks down on" in the past are some necessary research directions for him now.

Time has proved that one's own talent can only increase with the growth of the body. If there is no other way to change this, then Charles can only change his thinking, think and explore the help of external forces to himself.

...

Smoke curling in cooking, and rows of houses sparsely embellish the hilly areas where green grass is everywhere.

The elderly sat in their yards to bask in the sun leisurely, and children were playing near the stream in the middle of the gathering place, while some women of different ages were washing clothes by the river.

The sun in the sky is also bright, the air is fresh, and the breeze is floating leisurely.

A very peaceful and ordinary day.

After saying goodbye to his neighbor's family, Charles quietly left the human gathering place without disturbing anyone else and rushed towards the big forest east of the Haradinians.

However, shortly after he left, a sudden change occurred!

No one would think of an enemy suddenly rushing into this beautiful scroll.

It seemed as if in a moment, the orc infantry all over the mountains were like black floods, surging across a towering hill and charging down the slope!

The noise, like a large group of wild animals, made the people of the Haradin tribe frightened.

After the torrent of orcs who were short but holding various sharp weapons arrived, they directly shattered the nearest house.

Just as he was chopping wood in the yard, the gray-haired old man was directly cut off by a short orc before raising his hand and chopping off his head!

Blood splattered in the yard, and the killing began.

The previous moment was still a peaceful scene, but the next moment, the screams of horror and panic were spread all over the world!

Children cried, adults ran away in panic, women screamed and splattered blood...

The Haradians are all in power and do not have the so-called patriarch leader, so when they encounter this situation, they are directly beaten without any resistance.

Panic spread rapidly from the original corner to the entire territory, and the leisurely scroll was torn to pieces!

In the long-term peace, the people of the Haradin tribe did not have weapons or armor, at most they were bows and arrows for hunting and simple axes.

So even if the male owner in the family struggles to resist, he cannot resist such a fully armed barbarian soldier!

With the instinct of seeking good and avoiding misfortune, everyone retreated in a hurry, away from the spread of orcs, and fled to the southern land in a panic.

If you look down from the sky, you can see that small black dots, densely packed like countless ants, emerge from all over the green hills, gather at the stream below, and then flee south together!

It is not completely incapable of organizational capabilities. Several elderly people in the clan who are usually respected play a key role in this situation.

Under their hastily dispatched, the Haradin race was still neat and there was no situation where anyone was running in the wrong direction.

The brave men shouted in the crowd, and looked angry and prepared to launch a counterattack-

Not counting the elderly and weak women, there are more than a thousand adult men in the Haradin tribe. Faced with this, there seems to be a lot of orc infantry, they still have a certain resistance to the orc infantry who are actually distributed scattered.

So the situation eventually turned into the middle-aged men holding various simple weapons behind the rear hall, and hundreds of orcs wearing tough leather armor kept rushing to the barely formed defense line in the chaos.

It's like surging floods keep hitting the fragile dike.

Fortunately, these orcs are not so disciplined, and nearly half of them are still rampant in the hasty abandoned human homeland, chasing some old, weak, sick and disabled who have not had time to get along with the large army.

Otherwise, the barely formed line of defense would not be able to withstand the impact of all the members at this moment!

Time passed slowly, and the closely gathered "ant colonies" became narrower and longer due to the varying speeds, and finally pulled out a long escape team.

They hurriedly left the familiar residential area and rushed to the outside plain.
Chapter completed!