"Shout, if you shout and break your throat, no one will save you!"

Where this sentence comes from, who it comes from, and what shadow it comes from, it is bound to need no more explanation for the Chinese people. But the old orc Ganzel didn't know it. In his world, there is always only one meaning of a sentence.

As a result, his next answer became a classic that Wang Yifan would never dare to recall when he ate in the future.

"Ahh Ignorant Nord pigs! We orcs will never be able to scream through the throat! Yes!!! Yes!!! ”

Hearing this, Wang Yifan was slightly stunned at first, and then spit out the other party's face with a "poof", and couldn't help laughing: "Poof! It can never be broken... Hahahaha, I'm laughing to death! ”

Seeing his gratuitous laughter, Ganzel subconsciously argued: "What I said is the truth!" Our orcs are supposed to be stronger and stronger than you! ”

As soon as these words came out, Wang Yifan was completely fallen.

He held the corner of the table with his left hand and his belly with his right hand, and the facial features on his face squeezed each other with an unbridled smile. Especially the two brothers 'corners of the eyes' and 'corners of the mouth', they are almost glued together.

After laughing for a while, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, waved his hand at Ganzel and said, "Alas, forget it, no kidding, you better sit down!" So, when I'm done dealing with this matter, I'll leave you 1,000 gold coins as a reward. That's all right?! ”

Hearing the "1000 gold coins", although Ganzel was angry, his movements couldn't help but slow down, and he slowly sat down and said, "Really? Are you sure it's not a joke?! ”

Flipping over his hand and taking out four money bags, Wang Yifan smiled and said: "Is it necessary to joke about this kind of thing?" Putting them down one by one, he got up and pushed them across the table and said, "There are 200 gold coins here, and I have the right to use them as a deposit!" When it's done, I'll make up the other part, okay? ”

Although 1,000 gold coins is not much, it is a rare wealth for the orcs who have lived at the border for a long time.

I don't know when this point of view began to occupy Wang Yifan's mind. In his opinion, these orcs who live at the junction of the two realms should be the lowest characters in the Skyrim Province.

The bottom layer here does not refer to "combat effectiveness", but to "insight". To use an analogy, they are like primitive people living in the real world. Although the physiology has evolved similarly, the knowledge in the brain is very different.

"200 gold coins, he will definitely agree to come down immediately..."

Just as he was complacent, the old orc Ganzel unexpectedly showed a hint of shrewdness, "What about the specific time?" If you can't finish it, then we're at a loss. ”

Wang Yifan's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said in his heart: This old man can, after calming down, he can still think of this layer. If he changes his angry state, I'm afraid he won't even think about it.

After pondering for a long time, he finally smiled and gave a promise of "more than ten days, 100 gold coins per day".

After that, he released Ganzel and a group of orcs. And told them 'it's business as usual, there's no need to change.'" He hid in the chief's room, which used to belong to Ganzel, and spent his time researching the new abilities of the psis.

After two days, he seemed to be being dragged down by the mysterious visitors of the Dark Brotherhood and Phocles. I couldn't help but change my face and run to the other side (the Dark Brotherhood).

Under the guidance of the most accurate map of the Eagle Eye Regiment, Wang Yifan did not take another step. But... When he saw the door of the Dark Brotherhood's lair, he was stunned on the spot!

"Damn! I forgot to ask for the entry code! ”

"What to do? What to do? It's all here, I can't go back to Longqiao and ask again, right?! ”

"Hah! Pregnant! I remember in the original book, talking to the door, it would give a mention... Well, I'm thinking too much, the ancient world is not a game after all, how can there be a 'talking' door here! ”

Stomping his feet and turning around three times on the spot, Wang Yifan suddenly closed his eyes and began to babble nonsense without warning.

"Heavenly Spirit, Earth Spirit, Taishang Laojun is here to manifest the spirit, open it for me! Give me... Open! Open! Well, this one is an Eastern mythology, and it may not quite match the Western magic. Change one..."

"Open Sesame! Sesame open... Door! Sesame... Open the door! Shiba... Open the door! Well, this one won't work either..."

"Two tigers, two ... Depend on! This must not be! ”

"Tsk... What is it exactly? ”

Just as he was thinking to no avail, several arrows suddenly shot out of a mottled bush in the distance, stabbing into the nearby tree pole with a "thump".

He turned his head to look, and his eyes couldn't help but flash with doubt, what the hell? Someone stalking me?

Yu Guang glanced at a certain part of the arrow, and looked around with great curiosity.

After a while, he was confident that there was no one nearby to interfere, and boldly pulled out the arrow... To be precise, it should be to remove the cladding on the arrow.

"Flying arrows pass the book, interesting!"

muttering in his mouth, he didn't doubt whether there was fraud in it, and spread it out directly.

Perhaps it was due to habit, but as soon as he saw what was written on the paper, he couldn't help but chant softly: "Shen... Silent... Be... Kim, brother... Junior?! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the Dark Brotherhood in front of him suddenly sounded with the sound of stone grinding, and slowly retreated inside.

Wang Yifan scratched his head, "Password? That's it? ”

Just as he was about to say if there would be any variables in between, there was another commotion behind him, where the arrow had just been shot. And this time, he heard it clearly.

"Brothers, our time has finally come! Let's hold the sword in our hands and banish the darkness of Skyrim Province little by little! The Holy Spirit will be with you! Come on! ”

Immediately afterward, he saw a group of "madmen" in different costumes, desperately pouring into the Dark Brotherhood.

Standing in the midst of the crowd, he was like a rock, not moving at all.

After a few breaths, he couldn't bear the curiosity and resentment in his heart, and grabbed a person: "You... All here to exterminate the Dark Brotherhood? You've all been told? ”

The man was rushing heartily, but when he pulled him like this, his body was inevitably a little uncontrollable, and he staggered and collided with the flow of people a few times. When he stood still, he didn't hide the strangeness on his face at all, and scolded: "Damn! Nord, are you looking for death? ”

Wang Yifan suddenly raised his hand, and in the process, he summoned the long sword into his hand, put his neck around him and said, "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry!" Now you have two choices, either answer the question or die, and choose! ”

Lowering his head and glancing at the long sword, the flesh on the man's cheek jumped suddenly, and he swallowed his saliva and said, "The mark of the Snow Room in Wind Helmet City, you... Who are you? ”

Wang Yifan glanced at the flow of people and asked, "How do you know the password to open the door?" As far as I know, the only people who know this code are the Hawkeye of the Empire. ”