The brazier was emanating with a pleasant temperature, and Regner looked around, and he realized that the place was even more backward than he had imagined.

A variety of skull headdresses, fur seats, and large tents made of wood and linen. Seeing such a scene, Regner couldn't help but feel a little disdain for the living conditions of the barbarians. These barbarians, though not considered by humans to be of the same race, are at least very similar in appearance—except that the barbarians are taller. Therefore, Regner would have thought that the barbarians would be more civilized than the orcs.

But apparently, after seeing the majestic Orgrimmar, Regner felt that the barbarians' tent had really lagged behind his grandmother's house. At least the orcs are also a city piled up of stones, right? At least the orcs have a difference between high and low and building levels, right?

Look at you again, there's nothing! Look at the snow and still snow! Although you also have stone houses, they are all small and pitiful, and you can't even build a high-rise building, so don't blame us humans for despising you......

In fact, it's not that the intelligence of barbarians is lower than that of orcs, it's just that the living conditions of barbarians are too bad. Although the land of the orcs is barren, there is still a large land area, and it is not cold and snowy. At least you can grow a crop and raise livestock or something like that. But what about the barbarians? They live in a real permafrost environment, not to mention crops and livestock, and it's remarkable that people can live here.

Therefore, although the barbarians have the physical fitness and intelligence that are not inferior to the orcs, due to the limitations of the environment, this group has never been able to truly develop and grow.

It's ridiculous that these guys always think that the barbarians are very powerful in this world, and even if they are weak compared to humans, they will not be weak.

"Compared to the human world, this world is a lot more cruel. These were the first words Rego said after his reunion with Regner, who had been resting on his fur chair before standing up when he saw Regner arrive.

Even among the barbarians, Rego's height of nearly two meters and three meters is very staggering, and his huge body looks like a small mountain to Regner. What, you ask, who is the mountain? Then it's only Clayton, the blood-colored god of war of the orcs.

"Long time no see. "Regner didn't answer Rego's words, what could he say? Admit that it's stinky, not hypocritical.

"yes, long time no see. Rego's eyes were fixed on the coachman beside Regner, and the poor fellow shuddered. But Regner, who was familiar with him, knew that this guy was actually looking at himself......

"It's a pity, you should at least find a priest to cure your eyes when you come to the human side...... Even if you are a barbarian king now, you will not be majestic enough with such a pair of funny eyes, right?" Regner complained silently in his heart, and then he sighed and prepared to go about business: "Let's talk about the purpose of my coming here first!"

"It's nothing more than a negotiation, you don't want us to go south, do you?" asked Rego lightly.

Regner didn't expect Rego to be so direct, which caught him off guard. In desperation, he could only nod: "It can be said that this is the case, so what about your attitude?"

"......" This time Rego was silent, he ignored Regner, but slowly walked outside the tent, his abnormal eyes looked at the wind and snow outside the tent, and then did not say a word.

"Hey!" Regner cried out with some dissatisfaction, Rego's body was so much taller than him that Regner could only stare at his face with his head tilted, and the oppressive feeling of looking up made Regner very uncomfortable. He walked over to Rego, "What are you thinking?"

"......" Rego was silent for a moment, then he sighed and said, "Give me five days." ”

"Huh?" Regner didn't understand.

"I mean. Rego spread his hands and explained: "Since you have come to this ice and snow plateau, why don't you rest here for a few days first, negotiate and other things, and then proceed in a few days?"

"What?" Regner narrowed his eyes, he suspected that Rego seemed to be moving in the next few days, could it be that he would directly wave his troops south during the days when he was resting? If that was the case, it would be a big problem......

"Not much. Naturally, Rego, the five big and three rough barbarians, couldn't guess Regner's thoughts, and he shrugged his shoulders: "You humans have a saying called courtesy, and since I have been entertained by you in humans, is there anything wrong with treating you now?"

"Hospitality?" Regner shuddered: "Although I beat you up enough last time, I'm not having a good time myself!

"How is that possible?" said Rego, grinning, looking at the skeletal sheep's head ornament behind Regner, "that battle was fought very hard, and it was arguably the most painful battle I've fought in the past nineteen years since I was born." Not only do I not hold a grudge against you, on the contrary, I look forward to fighting you again. ”

"Excuse me!" Regner was startled: "I don't want to suffer another injury of that magnitude last time, it's hard to guarantee that it won't break the phase." ”

"You have the fighting instinct to be the best in the world, and you are afraid of getting hurt?" Rego's face was full of incredulity, pain and scars were not bad things in the eyes of barbarians, on the contrary, they could sometimes be a medal to boast about to others. So Rego was quite incomprehensible to Regner's statement.

"Hey, what do you think of me?" Regner protested, "I'm not a masochist, how can I like to be beaten." Well, as you've been nineteen years...... Huh, nineteen years?"

"What?" said Rego, moving his eyes.

"What do you mean. Regner hesitated and asked, "You're only nineteen?"

"Is there a problem?" Rhegor wondered.

Regner looked up at his broom-like beard and his bare chest hair, which was as vigorous as his hair. Then he touched his chin again, the stubble was not only thin but also soft, as for the chest hair...... Regner only had hair growing there, but the only thing that made Regner happy was that he didn't have a lot of hair on his legs. This is at least a symbol of his pure masters.

"Tut-tut......" Regner couldn't help but sigh and smack his lips: "I really didn't expect it, I thought you were already thirty or forty? I didn't expect that you were only nineteen years old, so you are not much older than me?"

"Our ancestors once taught us that age is never an issue, that what matters is only strength. Rego replied lightly.

"Yes, yes, power comes first...... That's right, no matter how you say it, they are all attribute ability, if you are thirty or forty years old, it is too unreasonable to participate in the competition at that time with only fourteen level strength...... Huh?" said Regner for a moment.

Himself, Annelot, Alexander, Saron, Rego, and Fars, the Arcane Eye that Annelot had previously killed. The six of them are all attribute ability, which is nothing. But the strange thing is that the ages of these six attribute abilities are surprisingly similar. Strictly speaking, they all seem to have been born a year or two after the founding of the Hawke Empire. Is this just a wonderful coincidence? Or is there such a connection?

In terms of age, Regner reminiscent of Annelot's birthday. After much questioning, Regner finally learned from Malloret that Annelot's birthday was December 25 in the first year of the Hawke Empire's calendar. If that's how it counts...... Anne Lotte is a little bigger than herself.

Because Regner remembered that the old man had said that he had picked him up around April of the second year of the Hawke Empire calendar. At that time, Regner looked like he had just had a full moon, which meant that Regner couldn't jump out of the second year of the Hawke Empire's calendar, and he would be a few months younger than Anne Lot......

After learning about this, Regner was depressed for a while, not that he hated women older than him. It's just that he once promised Anne Lot to protect her well, and he always said this with a kind of pride that his brother took care of his sister. But now it looks as if her sister Anne Lot is tolerating her brother Regner's vexatious trouble......

“......”

"What do you want?" Rego saw that Regner was a little absent-minded, so he gently nudged Regner.

"Oh, it's not ......" Regner shook his head awkwardly, he really admired his own god unfolded, from state affairs to the age of the girl he liked, this imagination is really rich.

"My age seems to make you very concerned?" asked Rego.

"No, it's just a strange coincidence. Regner smiled and decided not to think about it anymore. Anyway, this kind of thing won't lead to anything, so let's honestly do the most important thing in front of you!

"Really?" Rego didn't dig any deeper. He rolled his eyes, and then said, "What about your decision? I just want you to see it here, and I don't mean anything else." ”

"You promise?" Regner looked at Rego, he knew that although this brute was good, his scheming didn't seem to be so deep, and he had just learned that he was actually the same age as himself, so Regner felt that what he said was still very likely to believe.

"Guaranteed in the name of the ancestors. Rego said earnestly.

"In that case, it wouldn't hurt me to stay five more days. Regner turned back and exchanged glances with Alex, then nodded in agreement.