The interior of the Bansai Empire, the Liyun Province, and the Jinxia Plain.
In the distance, a group of knights rode horses and came quickly along the field path. This was a group of mighty and noble aristocratic knights, but their clothes were a bit weird. They wore scarves on their faces and wore broad silver warriors.
He wears uniforms, with the aristocratic emblem embroidered on the chest, and a long satin cloak trailing behind him; he mounts a divine horse under his crotch, and when galloping, the bright hoofs can't help but turn over, flashing a little cold light, quick and neat
The sound of horse hooves spread in all directions, startling birds. Although there were only a dozen people in total, the momentum was like a thousand troops. On the fields on both sides of the road, the slaves working under the whip of the overseer couldn't help but raise their heads and steal.
He glanced at these noble and unfamiliar knights secretly.
When they set foot on the spacious trade road, a command came out from the queue, and the whole team of knights immediately stopped. The horses snorted non-stop, and the knights stroked their horses' necks with their hands, waiting for the next order. But their order
The person, an extremely tall knight, was looking at a village in the distance in a daze... Speaking of being tall, this noble knight's figure was already a bit different from that of a human being. Instead, he was different from the orc slaves who were building stones in the fields.
It's similar, but how can a half-orc with a low status become a noble? On this plain, half-orcs can only be slaves for generations, and even gaining freedom is a pipe dream.
In the standing team, a particularly petite knight lightly held the reins and slowly approached the leading knight. Although there was a scarf on his face, his pair of pointed ears already indicated his identity as an elf. This
The clear eyes of the elf knight first looked at the village where the leader knight was paying attention, and then returned to the other person's face. Because the leader knight's mount was also very tall, the head of the elf knight only reached the waist of the leader knight.
To see the face of the leading knight, the elf must look up at a very exaggerated angle. From a distance, this combination is very disharmonious...
"Mr. Major General, I don't want to disturb your enjoyment." After a moment, the elf with a sore neck spoke, and it turned out to be a gentle and clear female voice, "But on the trade road here, if we park like this, we will block the traffic - we have other things to do.
Do you want to do it?"
"Ah? I'm sorry, I was thinking about something just now. All the team, move aside and move slowly." After the major general who led the team gave the order, he looked back at the elf knight beside him, "Sir Elf, the village in front of us is my hometown.
The road we just crossed is the boundary between the two lords..."
"This is the 367th time to remind Mr. Major General that you are now a glorious earl. In terms of status, those 'masters' you just called are nothing." The female elf answered softly, "Mr. Major General, you don't have to, and you can't do it anymore.
If you call them with such a title, His Majesty will be unhappy if His Majesty finds out about it, and you will also be punished."
"I know, but this has been my habit since childhood. When I talk about it by chance, it comes out right away." The major general smiled bitterly and raised his right hand wearing a silver knight's glove, "Have you seen that small pond, Lord Elf? When you were a child.
, we would go there to bathe and fight after work; and the big tree over there is the best resting place for us in summer. There are many wild flowers on the small patch of land next to it, some of which are particularly beautiful will be carefully decorated.
Maintain it so that you can give it to your lover when the New Year comes... Of course, those flowers will often be lost... After that, there will still be fights..."
"Why are you fighting? If it's because of flowers, aren't there a lot of them in the woods over there?"
"Our identity... I mean, when I don't leave here, I can't leave this area because of my identity, otherwise I will be hanged." The major general shook his head and said in a low tone, "Son.
There was once a friend who pointed to the garden in the distance and said to his beloved, "I will give you that piece of flowers." Later, someone reported him, and he was beaten half to death and sent to the army..."
"I heard from Mr. Major General that the lifestyle of children in this land is really simple." Seeing that she reminded the Major General of unpleasant past events, the kind-hearted female elf changed the subject, "What about adults? Is it the same?
"
"Children eat, sleep, and fight, but adults are different." The major general thought for a while and said in a firm tone, "Adults usually eat, sleep, and beat their wives!"
"I really don't want to associate the bravery and fearlessness of orcs with beating women." The female elf shook her head and took a long time to answer, "Mr. Major General, at least I didn't find this habit in you, and I didn't see you beating her.
Pass the soldiers."
"When you step out of this land, you will gradually broaden your horizons and learn to look at people and things in other ways." The major general smiled, "Your Majesty is right, as long as someone gives you a chance, no one will remain stupid forever.
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During the chat, the group of people gradually walked to the village. The major general had been away from his hometown for several years, and the appearance of the village had changed a lot. He walked around the small street with sewage flowing across it for several times, but he did not find his destination.
In the end, one of the guards jumped off his horse, grabbed a passerby, and asked for detailed information. It turned out that the person the major general was looking for had been sold... The group immediately turned around and headed towards a small village a few miles away from the village.
Castle run.
The person living in the small castle was just an insignificant country tycoon. As soon as he heard that a noble was visiting, the castle immediately exploded. The tycoon's family hurriedly put on new clothes that they would only wear during the celebration, and the housekeeper
They led the servants to tidy up the courtyard like crazy. They dragged the red carpet that had not seen the light of day for several years from the warehouse and spread it from the main building to the castle gate. But in the blink of an eye, this 80% new carpet was
The carpet changed color in the sunlight - previously, a group of female workers were washing clothes in the courtyard, and the running water on the floor soaked into the wool. Now the carpet looks like a rag stained with oil.
"Ah! You damn bastards!" Even in the richest Bansai Empire, this kind of wool carpet to support the scene is a valuable luxury. The butler immediately jumped to his feet, "Who is it? Who is it?
Spilled water on the ground!"
In the courtyard, a large group of orc female workers washing clothes stood silently. In the eyes of these orcs, who are generally a head taller than human men, an ordinary housekeeper jumping around is not shocking, but if it is a half-orc
The orc steward is jumping around, so everyone can only pray secretly - using half-orcs to manage half-orcs seems to be a standard practice in slave management.
"Despicable, despicable, despicable!" The butler knew in his heart that he could not find out who had soiled the floor before the distinguished guest came, so he had to make a gesture to ask the female slaves to line up, and while scolding, he raised his hands, one by one
They slapped each other in the face, "Despicable, despicable, despicable... despicable! Huh, why are you looking at me like this? Are you not fucking convinced?"
"Bah, you're just a little brat? I don't even think about you, your aunt!" The one who glared at the housekeeper fiercely was a female half-orc at the end of the queue. She was new here, so she was in the queue.
Finally, "Why do you slap me so many times?"
"How about beating you? How dare the new guy talk back to me?" The butler raised his hand again, "You still want to be beaten, right? Go back!"
"Damn it, the new guy got beaten more often? You called me eldest sister when you were a kid, and you cried loudly every time you were bullied. Why didn't you say you were the housekeeper then?" The female half-orc said with one hand.
He put his hands on his hips, his eyes bulged even more, and he pointed a finger directly on the butler's nose, "Forget it about deducting my rations these days, if you have the guts, you can give me another shot now!"
Because orcs are a powerful race, and armies of all countries like to use powerful orcs. Therefore, in orcs gathering areas, it is legal for slaves to fight, brawl, and use force to resolve disputes, as long as they do not ask "Master"
"You can hit with your fists no matter what. At the same time, butlers are also slaves and can be knocked down... But it is more difficult to knock down a butler, because the butler is usually a male half-orc, and there are usually other people around him.
With two or more helpers.
There was a sound of "Pah!" and a slap in the face. This was the steward maintaining his prestige. He did not believe that the female half-orc in front of him really dared to challenge him. But with the sound of "Bah!", there was a mouthful of bloody spit.
Vomiting at the butler's feet, the female slave really challenged him - the orcs around him were very cooperative and avoided it at the first time. Some screamed, some jumped, and the scene was chaotic.
At this time, the distinguished guests had entered the castle. The knight in front dismounted at the door. A dozen pairs of metal boots stepped on the bluestone ground, making a constant "chacha" sound; the chains of more than a dozen sabers were lightly buckled with their belts.
A slight impact made a small "rustling" sound... Although the sound was not loud, but coupled with the cold and steady eyes of the masked knight, it was a kind of bloodbath on the battlefield, and the atmosphere of the warriors and iron horses was forced straight into the courtyard, with dozens of people making noises
The half-orcs immediately shut their mouths and remained silent.
"A bunch of idiots, haven't you seen the distinguished guest coming to your door? Why don't you back down!" When the atmosphere was about to solidify, the lord here finally changed his clothes and hurriedly walked to the door with his son and wife, who was far away from him.
He identified the important person among the visitors and called the whole family to salute the tall major general, "Good day, noble Earl, these slaves are ignorant and have made you laugh."
"Good day." The major general nodded and answered the lord in an almost emotionless tone, "Although I don't come here often, I know a little about the traditions here and let them continue."
"Mr. Earl, do you want to see it? Of course, no problem! Speaking of which, this is a very interesting tradition of ours..." The lord was flattered and followed the major general carefully. When the major general walked to the center of the courtyard, he said,
When he took off his cloak and turned around, the lord's eyes were dazzled by the row of medals issued by the Temple of Light on the military uniform on his chest - the circle of crystal gems on the medals showed that these medals were awarded by the Temple of Paradise Island.
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Originally, I thought that this major general was just here to select suitable slaves to charge into the battle. Even the earl was not that big, and he was no bigger than the high priest of the temple here. But he never expected that such a brave general would come. He would get a piece of heaven.
The medal awarded by the Island Temple is already a dream in the eyes of ordinary nobles... The lord was stunned. His hands were still half stretched in front of him, and he had long forgotten that he was originally going to take over the major general's cloak.
The female elf who was very close to the major general was used to seeing this kind of situation along the way. At this time, she took the cloak and handed it to the guard beside her. She whispered to the lord, "Don't be stunned and prepare your seat."
"Yes, Lord Elf!" The lord reacted with excitement, turned around and shouted to the servants, "Master, if you want to watch a fight, quickly set up chairs and refreshments in the courtyard, circle the arena, carry weapons, and drummers are ready!"
With the order, the slaves in the yard got busy. Looking at their confused eyes, they seemed not to understand why the young general wanted to watch the fight between the housekeeper and the female slave: although the fight between the orcs was a more formal contest,
But a fight between a man and a woman doesn't look very good, because the fighting tradition of half-orcs is not to kill women. Or maybe the major general just thinks that this is a small opening... But no matter how you think about it, all the preparations
The event was still ready as soon as possible.
The major general sat down in the middle of the courtyard. His huge figure aroused suspicion among the slaves, but he never took off the silver mask covering his face, so everyone was still not sure of his race. The beautiful female elf knight sat
On the left side of the major general, she showed her beautiful face gracefully. The lord sat cautiously on the right side. The guards who followed the major general were scattered around the courtyard. Their legs were as motionless as iron stripes inserted into the ground. They looked around with vigilant eyes.
Scan.
In the courtyard, the expressions of two orcs, a man and a woman, were a little overwhelmed. No one could have imagined that a small dispute of temper would turn into what it is now. When the fight reaches this point, no matter who wants to cheat.
Impossible, the two of them must cheer up and face the consequences - fight with all their might, the winner will be rewarded, and the loser will be punished!
"Master Major General, I am the hereditary lord here. I am appointed by the temple and appointed by the emperor of this empire to manage the people and animals on this land." The lord remembered that he did not know the identity of the visitor, so he asked with a smile, "I don't know Major General.
The master is..."
"This gentleman is the Major General of the Guards of the Sibia Empire, with the title of earl. This mission to the Bansai Empire is for official business between the two countries." The female elf answered on behalf of the Major General, "I came to you, firstly, to pass by, and secondly.
It’s entertainment.”
"Yes, yes, I know. I will make arrangements to make the Major General happy." After listening to the elf's words and knowing that the other party was not here to collect money, the lord was already relieved... He came here to have fun.
There are no nobles either.
When I asked about my identity, the long weapon rack had been placed on the sidelines, and the rows of metal were reflecting a cold luster. The blood of the previous fight seemed to remain in the light; the drummers were already in place, holding hands tightly.
Holding the drum and beating it, the drum announcing the fight can be beaten at any time; the corners of the courtyard, every window of the castle, and even the parapets are crowded with orc slaves who came after hearing the news.
"Major General, what standards do you think should be used in this fight?" Seeing that everything was ready, the lord came over to the major general and said, "Our standards here range from bare-handed to life-and-death fights. There are no restrictions at all. But.
I personally like to watch them use barbed gloves, and the fight will be bloody, it’s so damn enjoyable.”
"Mr. Major General is a nobleman with status." The beautiful elf sitting on the other side did not look at the lord, "Don't say bad words."
"You are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense. Please atone for your sins." Knowing that the other party is not an ordinary noble, the lord quickly stood up to apologize, with sweat on his forehead, "I have never seen the big world..."
"It's a small matter, don't be nervous." The major general raised his hand to comfort the lord, "Let them choose their own weapons."
The lord nodded and bowed in agreement, and then ran a few steps to the sidelines to deliver the order. The beautiful female elf looked at the major general with a look of confusion. The reason why she snatched the white lord before was actually not because
Instead of using dirty words, he was worried that the lord would use "them" to refer to the orcs, which would make the major general angry. Because of this kind of thing, the major general had already done several "kick-ass" things along the way... But now, not only is the major general not angry,
, but let the fighting orcs choose their own weapons, which is simply incredible.
You know, Major General Rock is one of the most impulsive, brave and kind-hearted generals around His Majesty Cohen. This time Major General Rock is here to redeem his long-lost sister, so he should be very anxious.
How could he have so much time to watch the martial arts of his fellow tribesmen? Could it be that the female half-orc in the scene was his sister? How could the rock allow them to choose their own weapons with confidence? Fighting with all their strength, the swords don’t have eyes...
Before the smart female elf could figure it out, the rapid beating of drums had already started ringing in the courtyard. The two orcs, a man and a woman, walked to the weapon racks, and what they each picked up were actually long weapons suitable for fighting on the battlefield!
"Master Major General, you can announce the start." The lord held a wooden plate in his hand, "Now, you have the highest status."
Under the bewildered gaze of the female elf Dinah, Shi Yan laughed loudly, grabbed the white handkerchief on the plate, and threw it into the courtyard with his backhand. He said something that only he could understand, "This is a good show. Everyone knows it."
Cheer up and watch!" As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of the female elf Dinah and the guards who came with the rock changed slightly.
The white handkerchief fell on the red carpet, and the half-orc steward let out a huge roar. He raised the long-handled battle ax in his hand and struck the female half-orc on the head - the power of his momentum made everyone present.
Everyone felt that with this ax blow, the opponent would be split into two pieces, let alone a half-orc, even a ferocious beast!
At this critical moment, the female half-orc holding a pair of maces moved half a step diagonally, and swung the mace upwards with her left hand. With a loud "Dang!" sound, the tomahawk that was coming straight was deflected.
Then he swept the mace with his right hand. Amidst the fierce "whooshing" wind, the half-orc steward had to take a step back and held the mace with the tail of the tomahawk handle. The female half-orc took the initiative, and the half-orc made up of the mace.
The attacks became more and more urgent each time. Although the butler couldn't help but retreat, he parried more skillfully. In just a few breaths, both combatants had already used several exquisite combinations, and the audience's emotions began to rise. Often,
Before the sparks from the collision between the weapons had dissipated, the surrounding crowd had already erupted in waves of deafening cheers.
"It's my turn!"
After taking a few steps back, the housekeeper had completely received the entire round of attacks from the female half-orc. With a roar, he seized the gap between the opponent's attacks and began to counterattack. His sharp battle ax drew circles in front of him, and the fierce force caused him to
The female half-orc did not dare to confront him head-on, so she had to rely on her relatively nimble steps to dodge.
She knew how to hide, but the weapon rack next to her couldn't hide. Amidst the butler's roar, the weapon rack suffered a terrible fate. Three of the weapon racks were smashed by the battle ax in his hand. With a "click, crack" sound, they fell.
Weapons with splintered wood scattered all over the ground... Although the lord felt sorry for his own things, he couldn't show it in front of the distinguished guests. Fortunately, the fight between the two was quite exciting, and the Major General was also happy to see it, which made his face bright.
It was at this time that the female elf figured out the whole thing. A slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She pretended to pull her hair back and made a few gestures to the surrounding guards while paying attention to the fighting in the field - although this
The martial arts of the two orcs were still raw in her eyes, but they were far superior to ordinary warriors, especially the female orc who knew how to dodge. She was more agile and smarter than the average orc.
After the last weapon rack in the field was shattered into pieces, the female half-orc had no choice but to have a hard fight with the butler. But she couldn't take advantage of this kind of hard fight. Not only did she lose her mace, but her whole body also
Shocked by the tomahawk, he couldn't help but retreat. He accidentally slipped and fell to the sidelines - the half-orc steward who was firmly victorious took a few steps forward, held the tomahawk high, raised his head and roared, "Today - you are dead."