There was a sound of the wall being smashed through from behind, and the boss of the Thunder Club with a sinewy face showed a panicked expression.
"Quick! Stop them!"
The boss of the Thunder Club pushed the two gray-green orcs out, and shouted with spittle: "Kill these guys to death, I guarantee that you will eat meat every day for the rest of your life!"
Two orcs with protruding jaws and exposed canine teeth stood upright nearly seven feet tall. They were carrying large wooden mallets and broad-bladed knives with crude craftsmanship. Their scarred upper bodies were bare, and their lower bodies were wrapped in a worn-out war skirt, with blood remaining from wiping off blood.
dried stains.
Orcs are a mixture of humans and orcs. On the continent of Garad a long time ago, even before the Holy Lord Church developed to the era of human civilization, human tribes and orc barbarians were in frequent and tense confrontations, and they inevitably fought each other.
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Orcs are physically stronger, more bloodthirsty and manic. They suppressed the scattered human tribes on the continent of Garad for a long time. Robbery and rape were commonplace, so many orcs were able to reproduce and survive.
However, humans quickly established large and small chiefdoms and countries one after another. Even though the civilization is still very backward today, it has successfully pushed the scope of the orcs' activities into more bitter, cold and difficult lands time and time again.
As for half-orcs, there is no doubt that they are regarded as hybrids by humans. However, these hybrids were quickly discovered by the human lords. They did not have the endless madness and violence of pure orcs, but they still retained the strong physique and endurance of orcs.
Very suitable as a coolie laborer and frontline soldier.
Therefore, even if half-orcs are not accepted by mainstream human civilization, they can survive in various mines, frontier fortresses, and any environment that requires heavy labor. Some half-orcs with bright minds may fare better than many human civilians.
There are no Orcs in the New World, but colonization in the early days required a lot of labor. In order to increase the population of the New World as quickly as possible, the Empire once recruited a large number of Orcs. The Orcs in New Camelot often boasted that they were the first wooden stake in the city.
It was the orcs who rammed it into the ground.
Nowadays, the half-orcs in the city either work as porters at the docks or ports, or do menial work for human craftsmen. After all, the slow thinking brought by the orc blood is really not suitable for doing too delicate work. Some half-orcs have simply become ruffians.
Act as a thug for a street gang.
The half-orcs currently working as bodyguards for the boss of the Thunder Club are all ruthless characters who have survived underground black boxing competitions. Although they have not experienced any formal training, when fighting head-on, three or two ordinary human soldiers cannot resist them.
However, the half-orcs, who are known for their wild and violent nature, also flinched at this moment. The two men were panting heavily, and the hands holding their weapons couldn't help sweating. They looked towards the back among the billowing dust, where there was a ping-pong-pong battle.
There was movement, and occasionally firelight flew by.
When the sound of the battle behind the dust ended, cold sweat broke out on the face of the boss of the Thunder Club. He rubbed the ring on his hand. It was one of the few magic items he had and he had never dared to use it carelessly in the past.
The diamond ring shimmered slightly, and a solid and heavy feeling covered the whole body. Although the appearance of the boss of the Thunder Club has not changed, the effect of the "Stone Skin Technique" has been blessed on the body, and he is not afraid of being slashed with axes!
call--
A figure flew out of the dust, then fell heavily to the ground, rolling several times and falling not far from the boss of the Thunder Club. After a closer look, it was clearly his second-in-command, who was also in charge of a piece of land in the slum, and was usually very ruthless.
La, he is a brave guy who is not afraid of death. This is how he can reach a high position.
The boss of the Thunder Club felt inexplicably relieved. This second-in-command often coveted his position, and several times he found that he wanted to do something to him. If he hadn't firmly held the power to meet the mage master, he would have been killed long ago.
Did this guy take off his head?
But looking at it now, the second child's limbs were bent and broken in an unnatural way. He seemed to have experienced great pain before his death. His mouth was wide open, as if he was trying to scream with all his strength, and his life was frozen in this moment.
At this time, the dust gradually dispersed, and several figures of different heights walked in. The boss of the Thunder Club first saw the guy who was taller than an orc. He had a dull face, his arms were as thick as pillars, and his palms had five fingers.
He can pinch his own head as if he were a soft persimmon. There is also an old man in a barefoot hemp robe and an ordinary girl with no breasts and no butt, who are not worthy of attention.
"You, do you know who my backer is?" The boss of the Thunder Club raised his voice: "The owner of the secret law hall on Golden Bell Street is a high-level mage. With the move of his fingers, you will all be reduced to ashes.
!”
In fact, the boss of the Thunder Club himself knows very well that as a slum gang boss, he is not qualified to see any high-level mage. Even the so-called "Secret Hall of Golden Bell Street" is just one of the high-level mage's magic items.
The shop is usually managed by apprentices.
The tall man who heard this didn't react at all, but the poor old man who was holding a tree branch, barefoot, and wearing a linen robe shouted: "What? Are you going to call the high mage over now?"
?Shout quickly!"
The boss of the Thunder Club quickly yelled at the Orc bodyguard: "What are you still waiting for? Come on!"
The two orcs roared angrily, wielding crude weapons and rushed out together. Despite their clumsy looks, they had been working in the slums and underground black fists. They couldn't just rely on their muscles. The two orcs rushed towards the girl in unison.
To kill, just catch the weakest one and beat him!
The blood surges crazily. Compared to humans, half-orcs are almost born to be a race of barbarians. The violence and ferocity in the blood of orcs allows them to abandon their reason at any time and let their instincts dominate their bodies and limbs.
In the violent state, the two half-orcs vaguely felt that everything in their field of vision had slowed down, and the subtle changes in the air flow were captured by their own touch. This state made them feel extremely confident. Could it be that the orc ancestors had blessed them and allowed them to
Become the legendary blood-rage warrior?
But in the next moment, the girl's figure was only slightly swayed, and she easily dodged the weapon attack. In the sight of the two orcs, the girl just raised her hand, pointed it like a knife, and lightly grazed her palm.
Passing under the orc's ribs, the toes casually swept across the shins.
Fast, so fast that they couldn't even blink. It was obviously a lightning-like change, and the two orcs felt like they were being dismantled into freeze-frame frames - when they were passed by the girl's hand knife, the power penetrated into the muscles.
The gaps you observe cause the muscles to rebound and contract involuntarily, causing the whole body to react.
However, the light kick under the feet, accompanied by the contraction of the muscles, instantly caused the center of gravity to become unbalanced. The two orcs were actually carried out by the force of their own sprint attack, their entire bodies turned over, and then their heads landed first.
Logically speaking, based on the experience of these two orcs fighting in underground boxing matches, they knew very well how to deal with this situation. However, the muscles that contracted instantly did not allow them to protect their heads and necks with their arms, and they were overwhelmed by their own momentum and weight.
Broken neck.
Click.
There was a simultaneous sound, and the two orcs died on the spot.
The boss of the Thunder Club was trembling. He didn't see clearly what happened just now. There was neither magic of sparks and lightning nor a bloody fight. The two orc bodyguards died simply and neatly.
"Wow! Xiaomita, what did you do?" The old man in linen robe was startled, because one of the orcs just brushed his shoulder and flew out.
Mida looked at her palms and clenched her fists. Unlike her brother Taylor, she did not receive very strict martial arts training, but only concentrated on practicing the alchemy taught by Xuan Weizi.
The way of alchemy requires not only looking inside the mind, but also looking inside the body, deeply observing the circulation of vitality in the organs, meridians, and muscles. It is necessary to constantly observe every move one makes, and to harmonize the body and limbs.
This kind of profound internal observation can be reflected on the outside, that is, it can sense all kinds of incoming movements. High-level warriors may not be able to deal with it, but when the two orcs rushed to kill just now, Xiaomida observed their body structure almost like a clairvoyant.
It’s not an exaggeration to say that there are flaws all over his body.
The result was that with a slight raise of her hand and a sweep of her legs, Mida knocked the two orcs to death. If the two of them had been a little more cautious, they would not have ended up like this.
Mida came back to her senses and saw the boss of the Thunder Club kneeling on the ground, or shrinking into a ball in fear: "I, I... what on earth do you want to do? I have the money here, give it to you, give it to you all.
you!"
The old man in linen robe angrily stepped forward and kicked the gang boss: "You guys only know money, money, money. How are you going to settle the accounts of the people who were killed by you? Can you give their lives back?"
Mida stared at the boss of the Thunder Club, and was about to say something when she suddenly looked back. A devout prayer wearing a black priest's robe and a resolute face slowly walked in. He glanced at the gang's stronghold of the Thunder Club with disgust.
"I just came to the slums and I heard that there was a gang war here. Are you the ones here?" This devout prayer looked at several people here one by one, which made people feel oppressed.
"Hey! Are you from the church?" The old man in linen robe hurriedly came to the devout prayer, took his arm and brought him to the boss of the Thunder Club, pointed and said: "This guy is the boss of the gang, tell me, should
How to deal with it?"
The devout prayer glanced at the old man in sackcloth, and with his keen perception, he did not notice that the other party had any malicious intentions, so he asked: "I discovered it as soon as I came here. The Thunder Club probably killed many people. The land here is soaked with innocent people."
The blood of those who died, their souls wailed and cried in the shadows..."
"Oh! Stop nagging these words. I think you followed the Archbishop to New Camelot City, right? You want to make decisions for the people in the slums!" said the old man in linen robe.
The devout prayer raised his finger, and the powerful miracle instantly disintegrated the "Stone Skin Technique" of the boss of the Thunder Club, and at the same time stabilized his figure, then turned around and asked: "I don't know where you are from, but it looks like
Not like a ghetto gangster."
Meda replied: "I am a traveler coming to New Camelot City."
"Traveler?" the devout prayer said bluntly: "But you were the one who killed all the way through this gang stronghold, right? I see a lot of people died outside."
Mida was silent for a while and said: "I originally came here hoping to persuade them to forgive the debts of the poor. Life in the slums is very difficult. If you still owe usury from the gang, you will have no choice but to sell your life and do dangerous things.
"
The expression of the devout prayer changed slightly. He was able to turn the "Realm of Honesty" into the "Aura of Honesty" unfolded by himself. He could tell at a glance whether the other party was lying, which was also an essential ability for a church supervisor. He found that Mida's words were true.
Sincerely, but with some emotion: "I didn't expect that there would be such a kind person like you now. I apologize for my previous suspicion."
This seemingly powerful and devout prayer actually bowed to Milda in a very dignified manner and apologized.
"Actually... they were the ones who took action first," Mida said.
"I understand that to uphold justice and uphold kindness, we should not passively wait for the evil to come and bully us." The devout prayer said: "If you talk to these street gangs on the grounds of debt relief, they will inevitably take action. But this is okay.
Before they paid the price for their evil deeds, it provided them with the last chance of redemption, but they didn't take advantage of it."
Mida nodded slightly, remembering that Xuan Weizi once taught her to "kill without teaching" - if there is no education and persuasion, and only relying on killing methods, then no amount of punishment and killing can change the unhealthy trends; but if
If there is only education but no killing, then the evildoers will not be punished, but it will only encourage a corrupt atmosphere.
Xuan Weizi told Mida that without changing the basic structure of society, there is no way to talk about any good character. People born with evil and good natures are rare. The behavior and judgment of most people are deeply influenced by society.
If you can transcend the influence of the environment, you will be considered successful in cultivating the Tao.
But if you don’t know how the social environment affects you, it’s hard to achieve true detachment by being alone and self-aware.
"My name is Zhuo Mu, and I come from the Holy Bishop's Bible College." The devout prayer took the initiative to report his origin.
"Mita."
Zhuo Mu said: "I came to the slums to provide relief under the order of the head of the sect. Since I saw the filth here, I decided to clean it up thoroughly. Maybe we can cooperate. I don't know how much remuneration you want?"
At this time, the old man in Ma Pao interrupted: "Wait a minute, why are the people in your church talking about money?"
Zhuo Mu looked as usual: "Our church asks craftsmen to maintain the chapel, and they will still be paid. How can we not talk about money when asking for help?"
The old man in Ma Pao asked: "Can maintaining kindness and justice be measured by money?"
"It's true, but that's not a reason not to give money." Zhuo Mu sighed: "You may not know that I exposed a bishop from a border diocese in the past. In the name of safeguarding kindness and pardoning sins, he asked the diocese to
Consecrated women within.”
"Ha, it does sound like what those bastards in your church would do!" The old man in linen laughed unbridled, and then asked: "What happened to that bishop?"
"For the sake of the purity of the church, I beheaded the bishop in public after informing the head of the church." Zhuo Mu said with a solemn expression.