The door of the tent was gently opened from the outside, and a cold wind blew into the warm tent, and Orema raised his battle axe and slashed it. The tomahawk whined in the wind, as if it were about to split the cold wind in half.

It was Theron who entered, but as soon as he lifted the door of the tent, a chill came over him, which Theron was familiar with, the chill of the weapon.

The hairs around his neck stood on end, and he instinctively shrank to dodge, and then broke into the camp, and he hurriedly shouted: "I am not your enemy, I am here to bring you benefits." ”

"Haha....." When Oremar found that it was a human who had broken into the tent, he was relieved that the weak human could not even beat a gnoll, and his hands holding the battle axe relaxed. However, after hearing Theron's words, he immediately laughed: "Give me benefits, weak human..." Orema put the battle axe on the table, stepped forward, and stared at Theron: "It's up to you, hahaha....what can you give me?" ”

Theron looked up at Orema, about 3 meters tall and muscular in size, even though he wasn't wearing armor, Theron knew he was definitely no match for him. He saw that Orema had laid down his weapon, and though he still looked fierce, Theron knew he had been given a chance. "I'll give you a barbarian tribe." Theron said that he knew this was the only chance, and if Orema wasn't satisfied, he would definitely die here today, even if he had been prepared for it in the first place.

"A barbarian tribe?" Oremar's backward steps slammed down, reaching out and grabbing Theron by the collar, the tenacity of the white bear's fur could not resist the tremendous force of Orema, tearing it into a rag, tightly strangling Theron's armpits, and lifting him up. Oremar brought Theron in front of him: "I don't like to listen to human lies, the province of Kalin is flat, where are the barbarian tribes from?" Huh....Human, are you here to play tricks on me? Orema's eyes flickered, and the force in his hands grew.

"Squeak ....." Theron seemed to hear the sound of his fur tearing, and there were bursts of pain in his neck, shoulders, and armpits, as if they were about to be broken, his head was overflowing with beads of sweat, he bit his tongue, and even though the pain was great, he didn't change a trace of his face, "It's the barbarian tribe of York." Theron said fearlessly looking into Oremar's eyes.

"Is it the White Wolf Tribe?" Oremar looked at Salt Theron carefully and let go of his hand, he already believed a little, no matter whether what this human said was true or not, it was not an ordinary person to have the courage to come here alone.

"No, it's the White Bear Tribe." Theron staggered to his feet, reached out and put aside the broken bear skin, explaining, "It's not the White Wolf tribe that lives near Fort York. He rubbed his neck, the pain in her neck made her cough twice, but at this point he was relieved, and it seemed that Oremar was already interested.

"The White Bear Tribe?" Oremar thought about it carefully, and then remembered that there was indeed this white bear tribe in York Province. York Province is mountainous, and there are a lot of barbarians living on basically every mountain, but the White Bear Tribe and the White Wolf Tribe are the most powerful, and the werewolf scouts have already reported it when they are scouting this area, but he didn't take it to heart.

Oremar glanced back at Theron, this human was a little difficult for him to see, could it be that he had a grudge against the White Bear tribe and wanted to get rid of this enemy by the hands of the orcs. But the White Bear Tribe is indeed a cake, they have just been defeated by the combined forces of humans and barbarians in York Province, and if the White Bear Tribe is eliminated, the others will have no excuse to laugh at themselves.

But is he going to agree? Should he trust this human?

Theron seemed to sense Orima's thoughts, and he said, "I'm sure you'll agree." "He has this confidence.

"Damn human, why do you think that, do you think I, Oremar, have been taken by you?" Oremar gasped.

"You are the great Orima, and of course you will not be held by a human being," Theron said, "and it is these barbarians who hold your handle." ”

"How?" Orimar is not impulsive, he was just a little annoyed, he is one of the eight commanders of the orcs, how can he be seen through by humans.

"Do you think York is now more human or barbarian?" Theron asked.

"Humans." Oremar said without thinking.

"Indeed, there are indeed more human beings than barbarians." Theron added: "But the combat power of humans cannot be compared with that of barbarians, so even if there are 5,000 human beings, they will not be the opponent of 1,000 barbarians." ”

"That's right," Orema admitted, the barbarians were no weaker than the orcs, and the weak humans were no match at all.

"However, there are definitely no fewer barbarians in York than 1,000, they may be many times that number, so what do you say they will think when they know that the orcs have been defeated by barbarians and humans?" Theron said, looking at Oremar.

It was an excuse, a naked excuse, but it was a real conspiracy, and there was no way for Orema to escape. In order to maintain the rule of the orcs, he can only follow his ideas. And so his plan can also be realized, he bows his head gloomily, and his eyes gleam with hatred.

As the commander of the eight orcs, even if he didn't find out at the beginning, he has now discovered Theron's intentions, but he can't help but admit that what Theron said is right. If the barbarians were to react, the rule of York Province would definitely not be in favor of the orcs, and he could only solve this matter first, and he made up his mind.

"The guards... Guards...," he shouted outside the tent.

"Dashuai..." The two black orcs hurriedly opened the tent curtain and ran in, but when they saw Theron in the camp, they were immediately startled, yelling to protect the marshal, and rushed towards Theron with their weapons brandished.

Theron stood still, he wasn't stupid, he just watched with interest, he knew he was in no danger now.

"Get out of the way, bitch....Lao Tzu disappeared when he called you, but now he has spirit." Orema kicked the two black orcs away and cursed. "Call the Shadow Wolf for me."

The two black orcs looked confused and got up.

Seeing the appearance of these two fools, Orima was angry, and kicked a thousand people: "Don't give me a quick get,"

The two of them crawled out of the tent, and with their intelligence, they had no idea what was going on.

After a while, a werewolf opened the door of the tent and entered.

Theron looked over.