Chapter 65 Recruitment

A few of the guards breathed a sigh of relief.

But before they could really breathe a sigh of relief.

They saw these Orcs, actually taking out a stack of paper from their arms, after which they pasted rice paste and stuck it directly onto the magic tower!

"What are you doing!!!"

The guards roared again, with a look of shock and anger on their faces.

Oh my God! Don't these Orcs want to die? How dare they post tabloids on a noble mage tower? They're not afraid of death, but we're afraid of death!

A few guards ran over with nervous looks on their faces and rudely tore the paper off!

"Hey, hey, hey! Are you human bastards fighting against us? You won't let us in here or there? I'll split your heads open!"

One of the Orcs was furious and tried to lash out.

As a result, Gwaii Shattered Skull punched the Orc directly in the face, knocking one of his teeth out and sending him flying several metres backwards!

The Orc covered his face, braced himself, looked up at his chief and said in aggravation, "Chief, why did you hit me?"

"Didn't the Abo Shaman say so? The master asked us to come here to recruit good spell casters, not to cause trouble!"

"I know, but these damned humans won't let us do this or that, how can we fulfil our master's mission? This is clearly discrimination against us Orcs!"

"You're the one who's thinking too much!

We've learnt one last trick from our master!" The Orc shaman interjected.

"You mean that move ..."

"Exactly! That's the move!" The Orc Shaman said at the end, took a deep breath, then placed a piece of paper on his chest and roared.

"Walk by! Don't miss it! Come and have a look! Take a look!

Take a look and you won't lose out! One look and you won't be fooled!

Our master is looking for good spell casters, if you can research and improve the 2 or 3 ring spells that my master needs, our master will give 100-200 gold tars as a reward!

Don't miss it if you pass by~"

The Orc's voice was like a flood of bells, immediately attracting all the spell casters around him firmly.

The guards and spellcasters around them were silent until a few seconds later, when a gasp of surprise erupted.

One young female spellcaster, at once rushed to the Orcs, exclaiming.

"Oi, oi, oi! 200 gintar? Are you guys serious? Is it really 200 gintals? Not 20? And not 200 silver rabbits?"

"Two hundred gintals! That's a lot of money! Hey! Orcs! Take me to your master! Apparently I'm the kind of genius your master needs!"

"Me! Take me! I am a 7th level caster! How dare you lowly spellcasters who haven't even reached level 5 bark at me? Why don't you just go back to your training?"

The entire group of spellcasters erupted with astonishing enthusiasm at the shouts of the Orcs.

"Wait! Aren't you all too happy? He's talking about helping their master develop and improve his spells! That's not an easy thing to do! Only an Archmage can do it steadily, right?"

Some calm spellcasters immediately shouted out, pouring a pot of cold water on the hot-hearted spellcasters.

"Yeah ... yeah, how can an average person do this ..."

"It's not absolutely impossible, right! Aren't there a few geniuses in the academy? At a young age, they have served as assistants to several Archmages and have improved spells with them.

And it's only a 2 or 3 ring spell this time, so it's possible."

"Even if it is! It's hard too, isn't it?"

"One person might not be enough, but together, it might be possible! When the time comes, Gentar will share it together!"

The group conferred again.

The commotion outside the door was so loud that it even attracted the attention of many people inside the mage tower, and many spellcasters came out from inside as well.

However, none of these spellcasters had reached the level of 15th level Archmage.

After all, this kind of existence was one of the few high-level existences in the entire kingdom, a famous expert.

In this city of over 100,000 people, there were only five Archmages.

They would not be short of that measly 100,200 gold tal ...

"Orcs! Tell us! Where is your master? I will accept your employment!"

A young mage in a gold-trimmed vestment said as he pushed his way through the crowd to several Orcs.

"It's Foyle Siggs! I didn't expect that even he would be interested in 200 Gentar, this guy had previously studied under Archmage Tony and was called a rare genius.

He also has the strength of a level 9 caster himself, so if it's him, there shouldn't be any problem."

"I have some interest in that as well."

Another one squeezed in.

"This is Sax Met, also a rare genius, I heard that he had improved a 3 ring spell only a short while ago, reducing the magic power it consumed by three percent and increasing its power by two percent, and is himself a level 8 caster."

The half-orc shaman's face first froze at the group of enthusiastic spell casters, and immediately smiled warmly again and said.

"Are you all willing? That would be very kind, but my master is not here, he is in another city, would you like to come with me?"

"Other cities?"

The question made some of the spellcasters frown.

"That's right."

"What is your master's name? Must be famous to own so many Kinthal?"

"My master's name is Rand Sapphis Oakburn Oh!"

"Rand Sapphis Oakburn?" Several of the spellcasters murmured, frowning straight away.

"That name, I don't seem to have heard of it, would someone who could come up with 200 gintals be this obscure? You half-orc, you're not lying to us, are you?"

The spellcasters showed their suspicion.

But one of the spellcasters, however, revealed a look of alarm.

"Wait! I think I've heard of that name before. ..."

"Oh? Then tell me, what is the origin of this Rand?" The other spellcasters' eyes lit up.

"Have you all forgotten? There was a rumour that came out of the tavern earlier.

On the trade route to the Kingdom of Lain, there is a dragon with black scales on its back and red scales on its belly, strong and ferocious.

It preys on passers-by and merchants.

It kills them, devours them and steals their treasures!

The dragon possesses tens of thousands of gintars!

Golden coins that litter the grasslands!

If anyone could kill it, he would be rich for a lifetime! A lifetime of glory and riches.

The name of this evil dragon is Rand Sapphis Oakburn!"

"Sh? What! That can't be right? How can a rumour from a tavern be taken seriously? Besides a bunch of evil dragon dependents actually came to our human city to recruit spellcasters, that's ridiculous, isn't it?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Some spellcasters roared in disbelief.