There's nothing wrong with that, as the troll race always seems to have some evil guy who will somehow kill a player and send money and equipment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Of course, Malone is also very interested in this Zujin.

It was hard for him to imagine how arrogant a man could have been to provoke them in front of so many orcs - or if they were allies.

As if noticing Ma Long's gaze, Zu Jin raised his head and looked over.

Ma Long's gaze and Zu Jin's gaze intertwined.

Although the troll's eyes were not as blood-red as the orcs, Marlon was taken aback by the murderous aura in the other party's eyes.

This thing should be called "murderous", right? - Ma Long also felt that such a statement was a bit mysterious, but behind Zu Jin's staring, he did have a creepy feeling.

On the other side, because of Orgrim's silence, Kilrog continued to babble in his old voice.

"One of my people is dead. I don't care how he died, yet someone desecrated/desecrated his body. I will see this behavior as a challenge to orc tradition. The murderers must be punished. ”

Kilrog finished off his Uncle Chen with a threat.

- Malone didn't know why he felt the way he did, but the scene made him look like a courtroom.

However, I have not heard of any lawyer who can bring a weapon to court.

Will this group of guys fight again?

- Marlon would have liked to see if things were going to be messed up, because then he would not only be able to run back now to see if Tiffany was okay, but it would also be much easier to get out of here later.

"They are our allies, and we have sworn together to fight humans, dwarves, and high elves."

Ogrim didn't answer Kilrog's words head-on.

"I haven't heard of an ally who would cut off the skin on our heads."

Kilrog was in a-for-tat manner.

"It was just a normal brawl, nothing more."

Orgrim was still trying to persuade Kilrog to calm things down.

"If the Hammer of Doom is difficult for you, the Bloodcave Clan will take revenge on their own. But when the time comes, it's not just a troll that will lie in a pool of blood. ”

Kilrog threatened again.

"Let them try, Orgrim."

Zu Jin spoke, he spoke an orc language with a strange accent, Marlon didn't know how this guy learned orc language, but I think trolls always have some strange spells.

Still as arrogant as ever--Marlon couldn't help but look at Zu Jin a few more times, there was no expression on this guy's face, but Malone noticed that he stuck out his tongue and licked his fangs-the two that stuck out of his mouth.

Shouldn't normal people lick their lips at such times - Malone doesn't know why he always notices irrelevant places.

"How dare this guy challenge the dignity of orcs like this! Doomhammer, give the order, and if you approve it, we'll kill all of these savage races who don't know what traditional they are. ”

Kilrog said generously.

It's funny how orcs dare to say that other races are barbaric - Marlon felt a little incredible.

However, considering that this object is a troll, then the two are indeed equal in the degree of savagery.

"Shut up!"

Orgrim finally couldn't take it anymore and roared loudly, stopping the orc crowd that had been stirring up by Zugin's provocation.

"The most important thing we have to do now is to get to Kazmodan, where the mines will provide us with fine iron, and we will use them to build ships across the Narrow Sea."

Orgrim took the conversation to another angle.

Narrow Sea? Malone looked up in surprise.

He vaguely understood that the term should refer to the narrow strait between the Lordaeron subcontinent and the subcontinent where he was now, but ......

The continent of Azeroth that Malone knew didn't seem to have such a name, and the "Narrow Sea" he knew came from another fantasy masterpiece called "A Song of Ice and Fire".

Of course, the orcs' attention was still focused on Orgrim.

"But my people ......"

Kilrog clearly didn't want to give up.

"Kilrog, we came into this world to occupy it, not to be haunted by the death of some kind of people or some desecration from him."

Orgrim spat out a few dirty words, causing Kilrog to shut his mouth.

"And you, Zujin. I'm not allied with you so that you can free up your extra energy to fight with my people, and if you can't restrain them, then tell them to go back to the north!" ”

Orgrim shouted at Zujin as well.

But Zukin didn't seem to care much about Orgrim's words, he just curled his legs and crouched there like a frog.

"Old thing."

Just when Malone thought it was over, he heard the word spit out contemptuously from Zujin's mouth.

Marlon could hear it, which meant that everyone in the tent could hear it.

"You!"

Kilrog angrily stood up and asked loudly as he pointed at Zujin.

"Is there something wrong?"

Zujin stood up, he was so tall that even the orcs, who had always been known for their tallness and sturdiness, could only look up to him.

"Troll, I don't have a weapon with me today, or I'll let you die here and cut off your scalp, just as your people did to my people."

Kilrog threatened viciously.

Malone pursed his lips - this Kilrog's threatening words are one after another, but they are all thunder and rain!

Sounds imposing, but ......

Marlon looked around at the other orcs in the tent - so many orcs here have brought weapons, just borrow one to hang Zujin and try it! What's the point of just a mouth cannon?

Apparently Zujin and Malone thought together.

"Unfortunately, I brought two with me. We trolls have always been generous to our allies, I can lend you an axe and you can come to me for revenge. ”

Zukin took out two short-handled hand axes from his waist, and three fingers of his right hand were tightly gripping the handle of one of them, and with his left hand he handed the other hand axe forward, far away to Kilrog.

"But we agreed beforehand, though I'd kill you, slit your fragile throat, and let your old, stinking blood drain the land, but ......"

Zukin also seemed to be adept at provoking his opponents, and he said with a mocking smile on his face in his oddly accented orc language.

"I'm not going to cut your scalp off, though, because there's no glory at all in defeating an old thing like you."

Old thing-Zukin ended his provocation with this word again.

This guy's literary brilliance is simply ...... Malone was so impressed that he thought Zujin could become a poet.

It was clear that the troll leader had a talent for language, and he could use the newfound language of orcs so skillfully.

The older a person is, the more he hates being told that he is old - and the same is true of orcs.

Listening to Zukin's words, Kilrog's whole body trembled—his face, his nose ring, his tattoos, his ......

"Let's go!"

Kilrog waved his hand, and a large group of orcs followed him, turning and leaving the tent.