The ax wind stirred up sand and dust, and Thales had to close his eyes.
But he finally escaped the fate of being cut in two.
At the critical moment, a single-edged fighting ax swung from the direction of the campfire, slashing into the orc's unprotected armpit with an earth-shattering roar.
With the earth-shattering cry of pain, the red blood from the orc's body spurted out, covering Thales' face as he gasped in pain.
Fishy, salty, pungent.
With this sword strike, the orc's rough giant ax came out of his hand, with an aura that was about to split the earth, sinking deeply into the sand and into Thales' left shoulder.
The tall orc roared in an unfamiliar language. He turned around and swung his arms with thick thighs towards the owner of the fighting axe, but he nimbly avoided it.
"stand up!"
The powerful voice of the bald mercenary Dean rang out, which was extremely clear amid the shouts of killing around him, which made Thales feel refreshed.
"No time to rest!"
The power of termination flowed to the young man's back and chest, making his chest tightness lessened. Thales turned over, tremblingly holding on to the orc's giant ax, struggling with the force, wiping the blood on his face, and regaining numbness in shock.
hands and feet.
The orc who had his neck pierced by him still looked violent, ignoring the surge of blood from the wounds on his neck and armpits. He just roared words that Thales couldn't understand and rushed towards Big Dean.
The calm mercenary held an ax in both hands and rushed towards the orcs. However, when he approached, he rolled sideways and nimbly dodged the orcs' fierce attack.
"Hula, Nadalelis!" The orc who was thrown into the air howled angrily and turned around.
With the crazy attack, the blood of the orcs spilled, watering the dry land.
Dean stared closely at the orc's feet, but did not directly collide with it. He just used his size and pace to feint and dodge two powerful and heavy impacts from the opponent.
Like a bird avoiding a ferocious leopard.
The blood of the orcs flows slower and slower, and becomes less and less.
Finally, Thales saw with relief: the orc took a rough breath, swayed slightly, and its movements slowed down.
Dean didn't miss this opportunity.
He broke out in an instant, and rushed back to the side of the orc like a whirlwind. He swung the ax blade and chopped off the ugly head.
The headless body swung past the several-foot-long giant arm for the last time and fell to the sand.
Thales breathed a sigh of relief.
"You saved me a lot of trouble by giving it that blow," Dean gasped and pulled him up, threw the spare one-handed sword at his waist to the boy, and kicked the strong corpse: "But remember,
Huaiya, don't tangle with them. Orcs won't fall down immediately after being injured, and the more seriously injured they are..."
"Their counterattacks are more dangerous... I know," Thales gritted his teeth and took the weapon, "I'm sorry, someone taught me, but when facing actual combat..."
In the classroom of the Northlanders, even though thousands of years have passed since the Battle of the Saints, those tall, strong, fearless aliens are still their eternal enemies.
In the entire Kingdom of Exeter, the Sentinel Territory in the far north is the most transcendent grand duchy. Facing the common king, they are even exempted from paying a considerable part of the tax, which is used to form an elite whose reputation is not inferior to that of the White Blade Guards.
The troops, Glacier Watch, are all because the Schuster family has shouldered the important task of guarding the Thirty-Eight Watch Points and being wary of the Glacier Orcs north of Quegur for generations.
Since the founding of Exeter, more than twenty co-kings have led their armies north to support and fight against the Glacier Orc tribes that crossed the border and went south. Whether it is the military training that the responsible northern nobles have received since childhood or their service years.
Among the regular training for conscripts, how to fight against orcs is one of the compulsory courses.
The guards in the Palace of Heroes all said that before Nikolai got that nickname, he had followed King Nun at the 38th Outpost and proved that he could not lag behind in the face of the orcs, but
Facing the delicate Grand Duchess who looked more like a dagger threading a needle, the Fallen Starman, who knew a lot about how to resist the orcs, could only spread all his frustrations about "not being recognized for his talent" on the second student. Prince Star had no chance anyway.
Going to the north, for example, violently knocking down Thales with a big ax countless times, or beating him mercilessly even after Thales yelled for a timeout countless times, euphemistically saying "this is the power of the orcs".
But what Thales didn't expect was that in the first battle with the orcs, he would forget Nicolai's teachings.
Thales looked at the headless corpse with fear, thinking about the irresistible force when it pushed against the gap in its neck and threw him out.
What kind of race is this?
Compared with their terrifying distant relatives who stayed in the north, the orcs who fled to the desert after the End War may be slightly different, but they are still the same in many aspects, such as their huge size, amazing resilience, and tolerance to pain and temperature.
Their endurance, terrifying explosive power, and their notorious near-death counterattack among humans. It is said that the famous Iron-Blooded King died under the last knife of a dying orc.
Dean didn't say anything, he just hit Thales on the chest, his eyebrows filled with sadness.
"careful!"
Amid Louisa's hurried shouting, Dean pushed Thales away.
A vicious mace was smashed into the sand between them, bringing flying sand with it.
There was more than one threat on Dean's side. He turned around to grab another orc's irregular scimitar and used the opportunity to get out of the way.
Thales steadied his steps and saw clearly in the moonlight the owner of the mace, an orc with blue paint on his face. There was a ferocious scar on his left eye. The hair on his head was tied into short braids.
It has more armor than the previous one, and is also larger. Its height is almost one and a half times that of an adult human.
Its eyes glanced at the corpse on the ground, and then it opened its lips, revealing two rows of clenched teeth. It looked first at Dean, who was entangled, and then at Thales.
"Sel," the orc in front of him spoke slowly, his rough vocal chords vibrating, "Luma, Sokka Darsel."
Thales couldn't distinguish the orc's expression, but this did not affect his judgment of the other person's emotions.
The wet orc blood on his face was a little sticky. The prince endured the smell and positioned his sword.
[Orcs, they smash your skull as effortlessly as we smash eggs...]
This is what the awkward Griwal told Thales before leaving in Longxiao City.
Thales feels deeply about this now.
Almost every one of them is seven or eight feet tall or even taller. Their strength is astonishing and their movements are swift. The weapons in their hands are heavy and rough, but in terms of efficiency, they are no worse than well-forged human weapons.
Their size, strength, and physique are superior to humans in every aspect... It is hard to imagine how the miracle of thousands of humans defeating 20,000 orcs in the Battle of the Saints two thousand years ago was accomplished.
Thales gritted his teeth.
In the distance, Louisa, with a two-handed sword and nimble steps, dragged three enemies with difficulty but surprisingly.
McGee nimbly rolled and sprinted through the sand alone, his swords flying, confusing the sight of multiple enemies, fighting and walking through debris and obstacles, trying to get closer to Louisa.
Hubert, Old Hammer, Kanze and Quick Rope stood back to back, struggling to resist the orcs surrounding them.
Others are not so lucky.
Although the merchants also had their own weapons, their skills were obviously not comparable to those of the mercenaries. Under the crushing force of the orcs in both quantity and quality, the caravan suffered heavy casualties, and screams could still be heard all around.
The shouts of killing continued, but the orcs no longer concealed their assault, and the unfamiliar language and majestic voices shook the sand dunes.
"Waiya, there is one more key to fighting against the bastards," Dean gasped, swiping his ax to drive away the enemy: "Don't be alone at any time, even one-on-one."
Under the moonlight, two tall and strong gray figures slid down from the sand dunes, charging toward them with weapons raised.
"Go and meet Luisa, I'll cover you."
Thales nodded nervously.
"run!"
Almost as soon as the boy took off his legs, the blue-painted orc roared and struck with a stick: "Flaka!"
But Dean didn't let him succeed, and the fighting ax blocked the mace in the air.
"Boom!"
Hearing the roar of the wind behind him, Thales resisted the desire to turn around. He desperately called out to the Sin of Hell River, rushed back to the bonfire at an astonishing speed, threw himself on the ground, and pulled out a shield from Hubert's bag.
As soon as he raised his head, he caught a glimpse of a majestic figure raising a machete towards him!
The sword skills that have been refined countless times are activated instinctively.
[Raise your shield and aim it at your enemy...there are only two situations where you can put it down.]
【You die, or the enemy dies.】
The teachings that have not faded in the past six years are ringing in my ears again.
Iron body pose!
The scimitar hit the shield hard.
"clang!"
Amid the terrifying loud noise and impact, terrifying power surged forward!
At that moment, Thales had the illusion that this blow was almost enough to break through the city wall.
His footsteps kept sliding backward in the sand, and the shield in front of his arm trembled violently.
But Thales stood still.
According to custom, starting from raising the shield, his center of gravity is ready to receive the impact, and his steps are ready to release the force. This habit in Northland military swordsmanship has always been scorned by many people. From Nikolai to Huaiya, they all think that Tai
Ernst's defense was too rigid, too conservative, lacked flexibility and agility, and had no room for counterattack.
But at the moment when he received the knife, Thales suddenly understood.
In the confrontation with the orcs, you have no chance of "flexibility" and "quickness".
Compared with human opponents, the terrifying strength of the orcs conceals too many things. Their fatal blows will tear apart your moves at the moment of close combat, deforming your movements and allowing you to perform fancy and unconstrained follow-up reactions.
become worthless.
If you lose your composure in the first round when there is a huge power disparity...
"Selka!" the orc roared and took steps!
Thales shook his arms subconsciously, changing into a counterattack style. He turned around to remove the force of the impact and turned to the opponent's side.
This is another feature of swordsmanship that has been criticized a lot.
Are you in heat? Who are you going to show your butt to? That big stallion? Or the grand duchess next to you? These were Nicolai’s exact words, after he kicked Thales down in one of his classes.
The prince took a deep breath, lowered his body, and the finishing power surged into his right hand, launching his first attack since the battle.
"laugh!"
The sword edge sliced open the orc's unprotected hind knee, drawing out a cloud of blood.
The second attack style of the Northland Military Swordsmanship is the heel breaking in the side attack style.
Thales frowned subconsciously.
The orc cried out in pain, its left leg slightly out of sync, but its attack became more fierce.
Thales forced himself to calm down and was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he surrounded the opponent's injured leg and used his small body to fight and retreat. His shield and the opponent's scimitar seemed to be tearing through the air three times.
It made his arms numb.
The power of termination flowed smoothly through his body, and the hell sense not only reflected every movement of this enemy in his brain, but also reflected the situation in the distance to him: Dean was chased and intercepted by three orcs, Louis
Sha broke through an opponent and rushed towards him.
Finally, Thales seized the opportunity. After another Iron Body move, his long sword reached up like a rattlesnake, pointing at the opponent's chest during the gap between the attacks.
The orc's skin was rougher and harder than expected, but the enemy's momentum helped Thales. The prince who gritted his teeth felt his shield and sword both shake!
"bass!"
Smooth and warm liquid flowed out, along the edge of his sword, and onto his arm.
"Hula!" The orc who was stabbed in the chest shouted vigorously, his face becoming more and more ugly.
Thales, who had learned his lesson, knew that something was wrong. He did not hesitate, drew back his sword and threw it sideways!
The next second.
"boom!"
The bonfire beside him was severely chopped into pieces by the enemy's deadly knife, and sparks flew everywhere.
The orc could not go any further when Louisa appeared from the darkness on the side and cut off the hand holding the knife.
"Beautiful!" Luisa avoided the dying opponent and allowed the orc to roll in the pain of being burned, pierced through the chest, and having a broken hand, and violently hammered the ground beside her, bleeding profusely: "First time meeting an orc?"
Thales shook his head. He felt numb and painful all over because he was so relaxed.
"the second time."
The first time, Dean had already killed him.
But they had no time for small talk: Louisa brought not only support, but also two orc opponents that followed.
The wind howled, and Thales rolled over again subconsciously!
However, due to the huge physical exertion, his movements were not very standard, and his shield was still swept by the enemy's heavy sword.
Thales only felt his left hand tremble, and then he lost his balance, fell on his head and face, and took two mouthfuls of sand uncontrollably.
Damn it!
Jinni once told him that falling down on the battlefield is tantamount to...
Thales turned over and watched the heavy sword continue to attack him.
At this moment, a figure bumped into him from the side, and the orc holding the sword was knocked out several meters away!
It's the pot-bellied Haken.
"Louisa!"
Haken, who had saved Thales' life, was sweating profusely. He held a terrifying hammer and swung it vigorously, driving back several enemies in a row.
Thales climbed up with difficulty and nodded to him gratefully.
"The breeze has fallen, and the fire has died," Haken, who was scarred, did not bother to respond to Thales. He said with hatred: "The gray bastards knew that they were the outer sentries, and eight or nine of them surrounded them...
…”
"Hold!"
The female captain yelled and cursed, then struck a certain orc on the shoulder armor with her sword.
"call out!"
A long arrow came and shot back an orc who wanted to attack Louisa.
"They have discovered that we are the key and are coming this way." Archer Pangja followed Haken back with an anxious look on his face. There were not many arrows left in his quiver. "I met the gods of the gray bastards."
Shooter, that guy didn’t even take three hits from me.”
But he couldn't finish his words.
The next second, a rough black arrow with ferocious tail feathers penetrated into Pangjia's chest with astonishing force and emerged from the armpit side.
Thales was shocked!
"Damn... Dad is right," the archer looked at the arrow that penetrated him in shock.
"No matter how accurate the cum is, it will be of no use."
Pangjia struggled to speak and fell down weakly: "If you can't be shot, you will still lose."
Thales looked into the distance in disbelief: On the sand dunes under the moonlight, an orc with his lips painted white coldly put down a terrifyingly large and heavy black bow, and began to treat the injuries on his body.
arrow.
But they had no time to care about their fallen comrades, and another group of orcs approached from a distance.
Thales raised his shield with all his strength, rushed behind Louisa in a few steps, and blocked an attack for her who was frightened and angry, but he was knocked unsteady by the force of the opponent.
no.
The combat power is not at the same level at all.
If this continues...
He was about to turn back to greet Haken, but
"Be careful!" Thales exclaimed!
Haken's hammer could barely repel an orc who wanted to knock him down. When he was panting, an orc's figure suddenly appeared behind him!
"clang!"
A familiar mace collided with Harken's weapon, knocking him to the ground.
Thales wanted to catch up and rescue him, but the orcs beside him attacked again.
The face of the orc who knocked down Haken was painted with familiar blue paint. He picked up the dizzy Haken and looked at Thales fiercely, with hatred that even foreigners could recognize in his eyes: "F
Raqqa!”
The next second, Thales watched in horror as Haken's head was clasped by the blue-faced orc. It roared and clasped Haken's head against his chest like a chicken!
Under the huge force, the skull collided with the steel and made a scary sound:
"Kara!"
Thales trembled all over!
"No! Harken!" Dean's roar came from behind the blue-faced orc.
Just like that, the head of Harken, an Allenbian who once wanted to marry his sister to Thales, changed its shape, turned into a red and white thing, and sprayed out.
His whole body slipped weakly to the ground, motionless.
[Orcs, they smash your skull as effortlessly as we smash eggs...]
These words echoed in Thales' mind again, making him extremely horrified.
"Sock! Flaka!" The blue-faced orc roared ferociously at Thales, shook his sticky left hand, hit his breastplate stained with brains and blood, and walked forward step by step.
But it turned around halfway.
"Bastard!" Dean yelled and rushed forward, his fighting ax colliding with his mace: "I am your fucking enemy!"
Thales shook his head to drive the fear out of his mind.
But the killing has not ended, and the blood in the flash of swords and shadows remains.
The orcs' killing cries have not diminished, but the caravan's screams and exclamations have become less and less.
"Behind!" Roaring, Kanze, a Northlander covered in bruises, rushed toward Dean, knocked him away, and helped the bald man block an ax blow from behind.
Chased by several orcs, Old Hammer and Quick Rope came panting, broke through the encirclement to join them, and moved up to the front row, replacing Thales and Louisa who were gradually declining.
"The caravan, and others," Louisa, who had been under siege, got a rare chance to breathe: "How is it?"
"Hubert is gone." Old Hammer turned around, dodged a heavy blow, and simply announced the death of his companion.
Kuai Sheng took over his words with trembling voice: "He cut off the queen for us."
Louisa stamped her leg in pain.
There is no time to mourn for our companions.
"There's no caravan anymore," a miserable McGee came running from behind and said hurriedly: "I'm going to find the horse. If we don't break out, we will all die here!"
The old hammer waved desperately, temporarily forcing four enemies in one direction several steps away.
"Damn!" Louisa gasped in pain: "Dean!"
"I know!" During the battle, Dean's voice was slightly distorted, but he seemed to still be thinking:
The bald mercenary gritted his teeth and shouted: "They are not exiles!"
"They are tribal warriors, regular warriors of a large tribe in the desert!"
Thales was slightly startled.
Big tribe?
Orc...horde?
At this moment, a strange sound came.
"Chirp!"
"Be careful!" Dean shouted angrily, passed the angry blue-faced orc with a feint, and shouted to Kanze:
"Soldier lizard!"
Thales' scalp tightened: a huge non-human figure on all fours twisted its body, screamed strangely, and struck quickly in the sand!
The next second, a giant gray-yellow lizard the size of a human jumped in front of Kanze, the scales on its body were clearly visible.
It crashed into the formation of the mercenaries, bit Kanze's arm, and pulled him around in a circle, making the strong man from the North scream out in pain.
Thales gritted his teeth and stepped forward, stabbing the monster with his sword, but it was cut open by its scales.
Kanze reluctantly waved his left arm, trying to shake off the soldier lizard's bite.
This was his last effort.
Another orc seized the opportunity, and its heavy straight blade made a piercing scream in the air, splitting open Kanze's right chest.
Under the rough weapon, there was even an obvious gap under the Northlander's right armpit.
"Ahhh!" Old Hammer swung his sledgehammer angrily and drove away the owner of the straight knife.
"No!" Dean roared sternly. He kicked the fire, and the burning firewood fell on the soldier lizard.
Quick Rope screamed, grabbed all the firewood on the ground, and threw it at the monster in the desert.
The soldier lizard finally couldn't stand the flames anymore, let go of Kanze's arm, and retreated into the darkness.
But Kanze, whose body was split open, only had trembling strength left. He fell softly to the ground and soon became motionless.
"Ah!" Louisa burst into tears. She grabbed her sword and rushed towards the enemy again.
The attack of the Soldier Lizard was disastrous, and Dante's swords were disrupted from their formation.
Many orcs took advantage of the situation and invaded. Without the support from the flanks, everyone was instantly trapped in the dilemma of being outnumbered. Thales found himself facing two orcs at the same time.
Facing their huge power, he almost fell into a desperate situation. The crime of the Hell River never ceased. Coupled with the timely dodge and force release in the swordsmanship of the North Army, he could withstand that kind of chilling power.
The situation in the war took a turn for the worse.
The prince swerved left and right under the threat of axes and giant swords, and his shield groaned, as if it would break into pieces at the next moment.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, the fast rope flew several meters away and fell to the ground, unconscious.
Oops.
Thales bit his chapped lips, the hope in his heart disappearing little by little.
The sound of fighting is getting quieter and quieter.
The caravan has completely fallen silent, and the only people still fighting in Dante's sword are Dean, Louisa and Old Hammer.
McGee, who was looking for a horse, had already disappeared among the enemies.
"Hold on!" Louisa's voice passed through the surrounding area and reached her ears. It sounded very ominous, but she was still trying to inspire them: "Believe that Mikey is a bone man and the darling of the desert!"
persist in?
believe?
Thales took a step back and awkwardly avoided a life-threatening sword slash.
What to believe?
He breathed painfully, and the sword and shield in his hands trembled from the many blows.
Through the hell sense, the young man could feel that there were more and more orcs around, most of them holding weapons, staying quietly on the periphery, maybe rushing to replace their companions as soon as there was space, maybe waiting for their victory out of arrogance.
burden.
Looking at more and more enemies in all directions, Thales began to believe that his luck was probably over.
He knew that his opponent was too powerful, both in quantity and strength.
They have almost no chance.
He was just fighting with the instinct that he had never given up over the years.
The crime of Prison River seems to have reached its limit.
"Bang!" A heavy blow was heard not far away, and the old hammer fell to the ground with a cry of pain.
hateful.
Thales sighed in his heart and rolled hard, only to find that he had rolled to the feet of another orc.
He felt a chill in his heart.
is it.
It's the blue-faced orc.
It lowered its head, its expression as ferocious as ever.
The next second, the mace struck the ground!
"boom!"
Thales threw away his shield, dragged his extremely sore body, and awkwardly avoided the blow.
He knew that for humans, these orc attacks were fatal in one blow.
As for the chance of improving the Sin of Hell River?
Come on, in a fight of this intensity, there won't be any "checkmate but not death" as Black Sword says.
There is no chance to shed blood and activate magic energy.
Once he is tricked, he will immediately know whether the ferryman of the Prison River is a legend.
Thales struggled to get up, but before he could stand still, a scimitar struck his sword!
"clang!"
Under the tremendous force and unsteady movements, he couldn't withstand a single blow. He lost his sword and fell down again.
The weapon fell into the sand with a dull sound.
It's over.
Thales was trembling and felt severe pain in his arm.
Compared with Jinnie, with Wyatt, and even with Nicolai and Monty who he had fought against...
A battle of this magnitude...
He turned over with difficulty and saw the blue-faced orc in armor approaching step by step.
It bared its ferocious teeth at the prince and slowly raised the mace.
"Flaka." The orc said coldly.
Oh shit.
Thales was a little confused.
Flaka…
What does this mean?
Have you studied it in Longxiao City’s class?
Dean and Louisa's angry shouts still ring in their ears.
Thales gasped hard and groped around, trying to find anything that could cut the blood.
But he failed.
The next second, the mace suddenly fell!
Thales closed his eyes.
Little slippery head.
Remember, you must learn orc language well.
Otherwise, you will die without knowing why...
At this moment.
"Boom!"
The sound of steel clashing.
Thales broke out in a cold sweat as the sand and dust flew everywhere!
He opened his eyes suddenly.
The enemy's weapon missed his target and hit him deeply on the side of his head.
Thales' heartbeat had not returned, and he stared blankly at the scene in front of him:
An extremely thick and sharp iron fork got stuck in the gap of the mace, blocking its track.
The iron fork was connected to a thicker wrist without a palm, as if it had been cast into the bones.
The blue-faced orc seemed very dissatisfied with being prevented from killing. It turned to the owner of the iron fork and the owner of the broken arm.
"Nasser!"
The orc roared wildly, even the blue paint on his face wrinkled.
It was very emotional and pointed with its left hand at Thales on the ground: "Ser, Flaka!"
But the owner of Tiecha just shook his head slowly.
The right arm attached to the iron fork still holds the mace without relaxing at all.
An unfamiliar word came out of its deep voice:
"Solino."
Thales watched their negotiations blankly.
"Solino," the owner of the forked arm repeated flatly:
"Solinor, Sartusel."
The blue-faced orc seemed very angry, its breath became thicker and thicker, and its gray skin trembled slightly.
But the owner of the iron-chased arm seemed to be very unusual. After a few seconds, the blue-faced orc roared and reluctantly took back the weapon. It gouged out Thales fiercely, its small eyes full of hatred.
.
Thales lay stiffly on the ground, feeling that his overused body was about to lose control.
The blue-faced orc raised his head and roared around him: "Naku! Kandar!"
The next moment, as if they had received an order, all the orcs, whether in combat or not, put down their weapons and took a step back.
Even ferocious beasts like the Soldier Lizard were tightly tied with ropes by the two orcs and suppressed.
The orcs dispersed one after another, revealing Louisa, who was holding her sword and panting in the tight siege, and Dean, who was supported by her.
The owner of the iron fork is also revealed.
Thales saw it clearly.
This is another orc.
Another special orc.
The armored blue-faced orc was already considered huge, but this orc was almost bigger than the former, even two people tall.
This is not its biggest feature.
its skin.
The skin of this orc is pure black, much darker than that of his surrounding companions.
It had a thick pile of snow-white fur on its shoulders. It looked like some kind of ferocious beast. There was a metal black armor hidden under the fur. It was obviously of a very high status.
There are three parallel hideous scars on its forehead, extending to the bridge of its nose, like claw marks. Its lips are light gray, and the hair on the top of its head is more luxuriant.
Thales frowned.
It's...the leader?
But the remaining mercenaries exclaimed and spoke.
The next second, the pure black orc leader curved his black lips, raised his thick left hand towards them, and tightly wrapped his palm around the neck of a human prisoner, allowing him to struggle in vain.
"No, no," Louisa said with a slight cry in her voice: "No."
Dean sighed: "McGee."
The desolate skeleton man who was strangled by the neck was trembling, his expression was slack, and his hands weakly climbed up the huge arm of this special orc, but he was unable to make even a little resistance.
Thales shook his head in despair.
It's over.
The orc made a sound similar to laughter, threw the weak McGee to the ground, then raised his severed wrist and pointed the iron fork on it at the only remaining mercenary.
The next moment, this pure black orc slowly spoke.
What shocked Thales and the two mercenaries was that what came out of the other party's mouth was fluent Western Continent Common Tongue with a desert accent.
"Humans," the orc's deep voice seemed to make the sand vibrate: "You fought bravely, taking away the fighting souls of four tribal warriors, and winning our respect."
Louisa stared in surprise, and Dean frowned.
There were dozens of orcs around, standing in a dark mass. They held weapons and stared at the mercenaries murderously, but they held their breath in silence and no one spoke.
"Therefore, I guarantee with the honor of the Split Stone Tribe, as long as you surrender to me."
"Your companions, including this Solino," it gently kicked Thales at his feet and said solemnly and solemnly:
"You can survive."
Thales moved slightly.
He remembered.
The word for a pure black orc: Sorino.
In the class at Longxiao City, there are similar words in the Glacier Orc language, although the pronunciation and suffix are different from Solina.