"Human! Guts, not small! ”

As she approached the human warrior, Tarrama shouted in her broken lingua franca - orcs respect warriors, even their enemies. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Shut up, filthy orcs! Even a kid who can walk will dare to challenge you, because you green-skinned crumbs are just a bunch of cowardly pigs! ”

The human warrior gave Tarrama an unfriendly salute.

Tarrama was taken aback - not because of the other man's swearing, but ...... In his ears, the human seemed to speak a fairly standard orc language.

Tarrama didn't know where the human had learned the language, but he wasn't interested in it - killing and fighting were his hobbies, and thinking was ...... That's something that only the Great Chief needs to do.

"I know what you're trying to do, human, and I can satisfy you, but until then...... You have to prove that you have what it takes to challenge me. ”

Tarrama grinned at the human warrior, then nudged one of the bloodcave orcs beside her; The latter took a few steps forward with a confused look on his face, then clenched his weapon in the midst of Tarrama's angry shouts and sped towards the human warrior.

……

That human warrior is naturally Marlon; He knew a lot about orcs, so he thought that if he was arrogant enough to show that he wanted to duel with those orcs one-on-one, the arrogant invaders would not refuse.

Malone noticed the striking Blackstone Clan insignia on the bare shoulders of the orc who had had a brief conversation with himself - it was clear that this orc was his real target - the commander of the invaders.

Marlon wanted to rush up and cut this blackstone orc in two now, but he knew that it would definitely not be that easy - not to mention that the blackstone orc itself would not be too weak, and he had several orcs from other clans around him to protect him.

However, Marlon still has a chance to kill the orc in a duel, as long as ...... He was able to pass this so-called test - a blood cave orc rushing towards him would be a good hors d'oeuvre before dinner.

……

Looking at the orc who rushed towards him, Malone pulled out his sword from the ground in front of him - the last time in a one-on-one battle with the black stone orc at the edge of the twilight forest, Malone who used a one-handed sword suffered a big loss, and this time, he was prepared in advance.

The standard plate armor from Mooncreek's arsenal was a little ill-fitting, but it didn't hurt; Marlon easily dodged the battle axe that the blood cave orc slashed at his head, allowing the opponent's body to stumble forward a few more steps under the influence of inertia - after all, he was a warrior trained by Anduin Lothar himself, and the talent that Malone inherited from the original owner of this body was terrifyingly strong.

The onlookers erupted in loud laughter - despite Marlon being their enemy, these orcs did not hesitate to give the heckling to their compatriots - it was a great shame to be an orc who was almost shaken down by a human in a one-on-one duel.

Apparently the shame was unbearable for the bloodcave orc who had dueled Marlon, and he let out a low roar, then brandished the massive axe and rushed towards Marlon once more.

There is no doubt that the orcs have an amazing talent for fighting; Their fighting spirit and strong physical fitness are necessary to become a great fighter, but a truly good fighter also needs to go through heavy training and combat grinding.

Obviously, this blood cave orc was still far away, Marlon once again dodged his slightly clumsy attack, this time, he did not miss the opportunity, the sharp two-handed sword fiercely grazed the blood cave orc's flank, bringing up a splash of blood, staining the brand-new standard plate armor on Ma Long's body.

An exclamation rang out among the bloodcave orcs—they couldn't believe that their companions had failed, and so easily, so completely.

It seemed that the bloodcave orc didn't quite believe what had happened—he covered his ribs in vain, his thick green fingers clinging to the bare/bare skin, but he couldn't stop the blood from spilling like a fountain.

The sharp long sword in Ma Long's hand mercilessly sliced through almost half of the waist and abdomen of the blood cave orc; Although he wasn't cut in two because of the angle and force, the wound was large enough to make him bleed, not to mention the bloody and white fat intestines that emerged from the cut open abdominal cavity.

Almost instantly, the Blood Cave Orc's body lost its strength to support it, and the tomahawk in his hand fell limply to the ground, followed by his already limp body.

The tall orc fell to his knees with his knees limp; His arm was not even able to continue pressing on the wound, and the moment the green wrist hung to the ground, there was no force to stop the intestines in his abdomen from flowing out of the wound, writhing in a pool of blood like a blind snake with its tail grabbed.

Marlon walked up to the bloodcave orc, and he didn't shy away from stepping on the orc's intestines, making a crackling sound under the soles of his leather boots.

Under the gaze of those bloodcave orcs, Marlon raised the long sword in his hand and slowly but firmly inserted it through the back of the orc's neck, until the sharp tip of the sword burst through the orc's chest, completely ending the life of the green-skinned intruder.

Marlon held the hilt of his long sword, but instead of pulling out it, he slowly stirred the body of the long sword in the orc's body; The flesh around the sword was torn apart and cut off by the swirling blades, falling to the ground in front of the kneeling orc, as disgusting as a swarm of parasitic bugs.

Marlon tugged at the braids that the bloodcave orc had combed behind his head to prevent the body, which had lost its support, from falling to the ground; His icy gaze swept over the faces of the bloodcave orcs one by one, before finally stopping, meeting Tarrama's eyes without flinching.

"Who's next?"

Marlon asked in skilled orc language, the smile on his face cheerful and relaxed, and his playful tone was like that of a demon from the endless abyss.

The Orcs of the Bloodcave were silent, and they all looked at Tarlama's back—according to orc tradition, they would not intervene in a duel of great strength but in the open.

But now that the duel is over - whether to rush forward and tear the human who had tortured his fellow human into pieces, or to continue to deliver the next "sacrifice" to this terrible adversary, the decision is up to and in the hands of Tarrama alone.