Chapter 12: Don't Come to the South Again, Mr. Orc (I Feel Sorry for You)

Being visited early in the morning by a beautiful woman will be a pleasant morning for anyone.

But at least not the Golden Retriever!

Mr. Orc thought the morning had been terrible.

Especially after learning about the elves' so-called detailed plans.

But under the persuasion of the elves, I unexpectedly felt that it was very feasible and agreed, and I am afraid that this is the most heart-wrenching.

It must be the blonde liar's smile with a hallucinatory attribute, thought the orc who was walking towards his destination.

The subordinates who followed behind him found that even in the sun, it seemed to be a little cold.

In front of me is a relatively well-known arms trading shop in the slums of western Luo, although it is small in scale, but it is committed to the development of civilian weapons, so it has a good reputation among the grassroots.

That's what Thor is aiming for today.

Even if you don't have to deliberately create an atmosphere, Thor's aura at this moment can easily make the people around him feel dangerous, not to mention the poor people who wander smoothly in the gap of survival all year round, and even the bar beast at the door screamed a few times.

"How can the president of the Thorn Gui Chamber of Commerce have time to patronize our small shop." The boss stiffly squeezed out a smile, and his facial features became vivid.

"Call your real rulers." Uncle Thor is mighty and domineering.

"That, that." A passer-by next to him who had a very low sense of zài walked over: "The villain is." ”

Thor lowered his head, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was about to bury his head in his crotch, sneered disdainfully, and kicked the person out with one kick, causing a commotion outside.

"Don't try to fool me, human." With bloody red eyes, Thor glanced at his previous boss.

The boss's legs were weak, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Thor walked over slowly, picking the middle-aged man's chin with the tip of his studded shoe, "That's you." ”

"Yes, I'm sorry, my brother is young and ignorant, I hope you can forgive me. President, what do you have to do? The middle-aged man stiffened his spine and trembled to explain.

"What do I have to explain to you?!" Thor snorted, lifted the boss's collar with one hand, put the person on the chair next to him, jumped on the counter himself, sat down cross-legged, and looked around the door to see the lively people and the passers-by who were stranded in the house and did not dare to move.

"Well, so, sell me your shop." The orc said this ramblingly, playing with a dagger.

The people watching outside suddenly stirred, and the store fell into a suffocating silence.

"What? I'm not happy, but I'm very sincere in discussing it with you. Uncle Thor wiped the dagger.

"Your Excellency, you can't do that." The boss took a deep breath and looked at Thor with a stoic gaze, his voice trembling a little, "If you do whatever you want, you will lead Thorn Gui to death." ”

"Uh-huh~ You're threatening me." Thor put away his dagger, jumped off the counter, and walked over, "You're so uncooperative, it's not that I won't give you a chance." ”

"You didn't have the idea of discussing it in the first place." The boss stood up against the counter, his eyes seemed to have something more, and his words were no longer as obscene and cowardly as they were at the beginning. "Underestimating civilians is the biggest mistake of you bigwigs."

"yes......"

However, before Thor could react, the people who had been stranded in the store before and thought they were just passers-by all burst out, pulled out their weapons, and attacked Thor's guards.

The middle-aged man who was kicked out didn't know when he would return to the store, and at this time he had already circled not far behind Thor, and the bright yellow fireball burst out at once, and the tumbling heat wave with a sharp roar of the air flow suddenly toppled the roof, and the screams and curses of the affected passers-by were suddenly heard outside.

"It's really cunning, the rules of survival for civilians? I've never meant to be disdainful, but my rule is to be able to trample on you. A faint red mark began to flash on Thor's body, and no one dared to doubt the power of the orcs as they went berserk.

The ears in the black turban twitched slightly, and the red light gathered in his hands, and before everyone could react, Thor slammed his fist to the ground.

The ground shook, followed by the crackling of stones, and the rumble of air pouring into the cavity, revealing a damp tunnel.

Before he could see the movement, Thor jumped down, and the boss hurriedly pounced to stop him, but the sword he swung out suddenly stopped.

Looking at the gray figure who was thrown up, everyone who had been fighting stopped moving.

The man in gray got up slowly, his face wrapped in bandages hidden in the shadow of the hood, his facial features could not be distinguished, but the vicious gaze in his deep brown eyes made everyone present shiver.

"Gary, no, it should be the boss here, is the air in the sewers okay?" Thor jumped up and gloated and kicked the Grey Man.

The man in gray did not refute or dodge, and looked at Thor gloomily, "If you are here for me, you can do whatever you want, but don't touch anyone else." ”

"Hehe, joke." Thor played with the little dagger, "Who do you think you are, don't try to order me, and your people?" The orc's red eyes swept around, pointing at a thin old man, "Is he?" ”

After speaking, his hands lit up with red fighting energy.

"Don't go too far!" The man in gray looked at Thor viciously, but remained unmoved.

"Uh-huh, I'm still as selfish and cowardly as before." Thor glanced at the man in gray contemptuously, smiled defiantly, and with a force on his wrist, the small dagger shot at the thin old man with a red glow.

The old man reflexively closed his eyes, but after a 'ding', the imaginary death did not come.

"It's a stain on elven blood." The clear voice is like a cold wind wrapped in ice and snow, and the temperature of the entire room is much lower because of this.

One after another, a few lightelfs with their own holy light walked in, making the already small shop even more cramped.

The elf face of the leader is like frost, even if it has amazing beauty, but it still makes people dare not look directly, and the cold emerald green eyes, even if they look at each other for a second, will make people have the illusion of being crushed by ten thousand cold winds.

At this moment, however, a discordant laugh came.

"Yo~ Look at people's pointed ears with your nostrils, is your jaw okay?" Uncle Thor's tone was inexplicably a little ...... Smug?

It's really a drop of water splashed in the oil, and a gram of cesium is added to the water.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward and depressing.

Passers-by held their breath and secretly glanced at these unexpected visitors, who did not know whether they were friends or foes, but watched Uncle Thor die...... Somehow, the people were reassured.

Xia Zuo's expression did not change, and he glanced at Thor lightly, and Mr. Orc looked at him without hesitation.

, idiot orcs.

Damn, I want to beat the elf when I look like this.

"Orcs, are you looking for death?" No one would doubt the murderous intent contained in the elf's tone...... Except for Uncle Thor.

"Huh?" The orc flicked the strap of his turban hanging down unconcernedly, "What are you?!" Inexplicably meddling in my affairs, looking for death, elf. ”

"It seems that you have been in power for too long, and you have forgotten the founder of Thorn Gui." The elf is not angry but laughs, like melting ice, with the warmth of spring, even if it is an illusion, it still makes people addicted to it...... Except for Uncle Thor, who is already immune to this.

God knows how many stupid things he'd done because of that damn smile.

"Uh-huh~ founder? Is there such a thing? Thor sneered, "Of course the answer is no!" ”

Ignoring Thor's self-questioning, Xia Zuo sneered, and with a wave of his left hand, a scroll with time protection magic was displayed in front of everyone.

At the top is the Elvish language, and below are the translations of the eight tribal languages.

"Even if it is disgusting, but I don't admit it, this shameless orc in front of me has noble elven blood in his body, and his father, a lightelf, is the founder of Thorn Gui." The elf's words succeeded in causing a commotion.

And Uncle Thor, who was arrogant at the beginning, was uncharacteristically uncharacteristically unborn to refute.

This made everyone have a little confidence in the authenticity of this bloody news.

"Tong Guò has observed you over the past few years, and I, Shazo Green, on behalf of Atro Green, the founder of the Assassin Gui, have taken back your inheritance." It was still a clear voice with a cold wind, and the sound was not loud, but immediately the surroundings were silenced.

And the gray-clothed man, who had been weakening his sense of zài on the side, had a long mouth with some hesitation, but in the end he didn't say a word, and stepped back silently.