Monsters tend to be chaotic by nature, so in the absence of strong supervision, these monsters are more likely to be patrolling than lounging. They don't like this kind of pointless work, and rather than wander around their territory, they prefer to follow a large army to human territory, where they can not only fight, but also satisfy their appetites.

Not to mention the humans themselves, most of these monsters are cannibals. Compared to human flesh, human food is actually very popular in monster circles, especially wine, and there is almost no monster that doesn't like alcohol.

But these have nothing to do with their patrolling minions, unless they grab them with their own hands, or the loot that is brought back can only be enjoyed by the owners and the red-skinned ugly monsters.

A group of monsters were wandering around boredly when suddenly a fireball crossed the sky and landed on the place where the monsters had gathered, making a loud noise. The flames and waves of air from the explosion blew the monster into a bloody air, sending a lot of arms, thighs, intestines, and other things flying around.

This frightened the monsters, they didn't expect that here, their lair, someone would dare to attack them. But just because they were stunned doesn't mean that Soram will be stunned.

As soon as Soram's first fireball flew out, the Wiggins Berserker whistled at the weapon in his hand and rushed forward with a roar. These violent elements are suffocated under Solam, and this time the opportunity will not be wasted.

When the Wiggins' weapons slashed at those monsters, the monsters finally came to their senses!

"Enemy attack!"

It's a pity that it's only called now, it's too late. The monsters were just about to scream to warn the lair when the Wiggins' weapons had already slashed at them. Before the thirty or so monsters could react, they all went to the Grim Reaper to report.

The Wiggins Berserker was already of a high level, and with their rich combat experience, it was impossible for a group of monster minions to stir up any waves. If it weren't even for Solam's timely call, none of these Wiggins berserkers would have been left alive.

"Master, you want a live mouth!" Like a bolt to an animal, the Wiggins berserker tied an orc warrior to a rope and carried it to Solam.

Looking at the struggling orcs in front of him, Solam felt deeply for the first time why the orcs of Avalon were unwilling to admit that they were of the same race as these black orcs outside.

Let's just talk about this guy in front of him, his face is full of flesh, ugly, and his cloudy eyes are full of angry killing intent, without the slightest ray of wisdom, like a beast dodging like a smart creature. It's no wonder that the people on the continent would directly divide the orcs into monsters.

Coincidentally, Solam has been out for such a long time, and he has encountered a lot of various monsters, but orcs really rarely encounter them, and the only one he encountered is Harris. That guy was obviously not a typical orc either, just a chatterbox.

Thinking that he had no gains, Soram tugged the rope and pulled the orc down closer. "Let's talk about it, I'm not very patient, so it's best not to test it."

The orc warriors didn't seem to have reacted to what was going on, and were still struggling, even wanting to open their mouths to bite.

Until the Wiggins berserkers around him, who were already ill-intentioned, raised the weapon in his hand with a cruel smile and gave the orc a few more blows. The orc warrior was honest.

But the attitude is still hard. 、

"Phew! Weak Chicken Human! #……%*&￥@##@！ ￥￥@@”

This guy's lingua franca doesn't seem to be up to par, and after saying a few words, he starts spewing orc language out. And the accent is so severe that at least Soram can't tell what it's saying, but just by looking at its expression, you can see that those words are not good words.

But Soram didn't get angry either, the black orcs were originally this virtue, not only did they have a bad brain, but they were also very irritable, and they would not give in easily. So Soram didn't intend to ask anything as soon as he opened his mouth.

Soram still has experience in dealing with orcs, although this is the first time he has faced this typical black orc. But there are some things that all orcs are the same.

Soram first asked everyone around to get out of the way, and then said to the orc in orc language: "Give you a chance, defeat me, and you can go, but if I defeat you, you must answer my question!" ”

For orcs, challenges are not to be refused, and any orc who refuses to be challenged by others is a coward! This is common to all orcs! Of course, it's a different story for Sibe orcs like Soram and strange orcs like Harris.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! "That orc is a real orc, so naturally he won't refuse a challenge. After he was let go, he stood up and roared three times, each of which struck him on the chest.

This is the habit of the black orcs, which means accepting the challenge and absolutely complying with the conditions. Duels are sacred, and even after the Black Orcs took refuge in the Three Gods of Death, this still hasn't changed. Although the three dark gods all think that this rule is stupid and want to abolish it, it is useless, and the orcs are not good at this point.

After three roars, the black orcs roared towards Solam. In the rules of the orc duel, there is no such thing as a referee or a ready start, as long as you agree to the challenge, you can start until one side falls!

So this black orc did not violate the rules.

And Solam didn't say anything, he raised his fist and slammed it! (There is only one rule for orc duels, that is, one-on-one, others are not allowed to interfere, others are arbitrary, no matter what means are used, as long as they can defeat the other side, then it is considered to win, simple and rude)

The battle didn't say anything, because the difference in strength was too great, and the black orc was injured again, so in less than ten seconds, he was beaten all over the ground by Solam to find his teeth. The black orc who was beaten on his stomach didn't say anything about Soram Laipi, and he happily admitted defeat.

Orcs and humans are not the same, there are not so many flower heads. Although he had already been beaten up and covered in injuries, Solam challenged him alone, and he accepted the challenge, if he couldn't beat it, he would lose.

Seeing Soram subjugate a black orc so easily surprised everyone else, but what surprised them even more was that Soram could actually speak orc language! In the continent of Faerun, the lingua franca is the dominant language, and basically any race will have a little bit of this language.

The status of other languages is a bit worse.

Elf language is a little better, because elves represent elegance and beauty in Faerun, so the status of elf language is not bad, and there are even some elves who are brainless, and they also think that elf language is the most perfect language in the world.

As for the languages of other races, that's it, and in general, few people except scholars learn them. As for orc language, it's basically not learned! Because the orcs did not have a written language, many scholars believe that the orc language was not a formal language at all, and that its status was equivalent to that of a barbarian tribe.......

Of course, it is surprising that a marquis of Solam could speak this language.