Rome was not built in one day, or it was not a day when freezing was not a day. There was nothing wrong with these words. Especially when all the men were orcs, it was even more impossible to make any breakthroughs quickly. You must be patient and "wait for the next round."

The biggest difference between Zhao Mai and other competitors is that he has extraordinary patience. He has spent countless years as a god, witnessing the birth of the world and the reproduction of races. Compared with elves, dwarves, and halflings, orcs are already fast enough, and z-worms are even more rapid.

Even if you encounter trouble when creating the "Guardian of Bunny Blanket", this is normal. Creating life is not an art work, and it is even more impossible to imagine a picture in your mind. The things you copied by the gourd have corresponding functions. Only Ma Liang's magic pen has such magical skills. Just like a creature like Jump Dog, as a time traveler, Zhao Mai knows what functions can be roughly available for the low-level Zerg troops, but if you really design according to the pictures of games and movies in your mind, it is putting the cart before the horse.

He is not afraid of failure or spending time here, but obviously other competitors may not have such good patience. Just when Zhao Mai was still having a headache about improving Z Bug, a special messenger came to the settlement of Black Foot.

"A orc riding a dire wolf brought a letter to me?" Zhao Mai frowned after hearing the news. "Bastard! Do I recognize words? Who is writing a letter to mock me!!"

He followed Daryl out of the tower angrily, and from a distance he saw a red-skinned orc lying on the fence of the arena peeking inside. "That guy?"

Darryl nodded and untied the crossbow from behind: "Chief, if you hate him, I'll shoot that bastard to death!"

"No, that's too cheap." Zhao Mai kicked the reserve grain that was lying on the door and basking in the sun: "Drag that guy over here!"

The reserve grain rushed out in a flash, and quickly passed through the orcs coming and going, without touching any pedestrians or objects. Just as the red-skinned messenger heard the dense footsteps, he turned his head alertly. The reserve grain had rushed to him and bit his calf.

He didn't give the orc a chance to resist at all. The reserved grain directly threw him to the ground and dragged him all the way to Zhao Mai. The orcs in the black-footed settlement were cheering loudly, and several orc children picked up mud and threw them at the red skin. The messenger came to Zhao Mai all the way, and his eyes were not yet able to focus.

"Come on the dire wolf? Your leader is not a goblin, right?" Zhao Mai pulled the leather armor on the orc's chest and dragged him up. "Say, where are your settlements?"

"Black...Black-footed leader, our leader, Bogu Beast Teeth is indeed a goblin." The red-skinned orc opened his mouth and stenched. God knows what he had ate along the way. "I have a letter from our leader here."

"Bastard! When will a goblin dare to laugh at the orcs? Are the other orcs in your place all trash without eggs? Write me a letter? Oh my God, the bad habits of these elf and humans have also spread to you?" Zhao Mai snatched the letter from him and tore it to pieces.

"Mordo Black Foot Leader, our beast-tooth Leader made me remember a message, and I can tell you." The messenger cleared his throat, lowered his head and hunched his back and learned: "The last confrontation was a misunderstanding. Originally, the beast group was going to clean up the ghouls, but he didn't want to encounter the powerful black foot. The beasts had no intelligence, but the black foot and the beast-tooth tribe should not be hostile. Joining hands, both sides can develop."

"That's it? A goblin dares to tell me to join hands? Do he dare to stand in front of me? I won't step on him to death!" Zhao Mai snorted, and immediately understood the reserve grain, grinned his teeth and aimed at the orc's neck. The threatening meaning was quite obvious.

"Of course, of course it's not just a talk. Our leader is willing to trade weapons and food, and just asks you not to attack our territory." The orc said: "Your majestic posture in fighting is amazing, and our leader is very impressed, so he is willing to make this friend with you."

"Haha, did you hear it? A goblin wants me to be his friend?" Zhao Mai kicked the red-skinned orc, and all the orcs around him shouted excitedly, "waaagh!"

"Do you leader have any skills to be on par with me? Whether you send the dire wolf or you boneless orcs, the ending will be killed! The corpse crushes, breaks his arm, and lets him get out!"

"Don't! Black-footed leader, we have gifts, we have gifts!" But even though he shouted, Zhao Mai still ignored him. Dushat's mind was stubborn, and he swung his shield and sucked it horizontally, and then knocked the red-skinned orc away. The arm was twisted unnaturally, and it must have been completely broken. By the time it landed on the ground, the messenger orc had fainted.

"Daril, when he wakes up, give him a stick that binds his arms, and then ask him to get out. He said that their leader would come and surrender as soon as possible, otherwise he would just wait for me to pull him off from wherever he is!" Zhao Mai wiped his nose with his fingers, and said with a smile: "But that guy said there is a gift. I guess he didn't come alone, maybe there is a gift-giving convoy."

"It's very likely, do you want to..." Darryl made a move of reaching out and grabbing, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Of course, how can you let go of this kind of thing? However, there are too few people in the settlement that can fight, so you have to leave some people behind. I'll just go alone. You just need to arrange some transporters to work well at that time."

Darryl nodded. He knew he didn't need to talk nonsense, just execute the orders well.

Zhao Mai called the reserved grain over and asked it to smell the smell of red-skinned orcs in the air, and then followed the smell back.

"As soon as the leader takes action, there will be no problem." Dushat said with a smile on his feet, "How about throwing this guy into the cellar first?"

"Okay, you go and do it." This is how the orcs manage, and tasks are arranged downwards layer by layer. When Zhao Mai was away, Daryl was the leader.

Dushat dragged the orcs and pulled him to the door of the dungeon. There were originally many orcs and slaves who did not obey the command of the fire crows. There were strong iron fences and trap doors that could only be opened from outside. Since Zhao Mai took over the tribe, it has been empty here. No rebellion has occurred for the time being. The orcs currently have food to eat, and there are not many who can fight, especially if the orcs are consciously approaching the level of their leader, they dare not challenge them at all. The slaves concentrate on the land and work, and the food is basically enough. All slaves are from Zhao Mai. Under his tyranny, the orcs will beat and scold them, but the property of the leader has not yet been damaged. Even slaves who want to escape feel that it is more important to see the situation and collect more food tools on the escape route.

The red-skinned goblin was thrown into the cell and stayed alone. "The leader said it's right. The orcs you never left are too weak. No wonder the goblins become the boss!" Dushat spat at him, locked the prison door and went out.
Chapter completed!