"Of course I know this, for it was all told to me by your coward brother; Accept it, orc, your father gave birth to a son of a bad seed, and now ...... Let's see if his other son is a bad seed. ”

Marlon raised the long sword in his hand and said loudly to Tarrama.

The enraged Blackstone Orc stared at the opponent in front of him, his heart almost bursting his skull open when he wanted to tear him to pieces.

Tarrama didn't know why the human was so bold, and he knew he could let the bloodcave orcs swam up and tear this arrogant human who spoke ill of his brother McColmaron to shreds - the human soldiers who remained on the edge of the town to watch had absolutely no time to stop this from happening.

But another voice in Tarrama told him that he couldn't do this—he had already believed that his brother McColmaron had become a captive of the human in front of him, and that he ...... Confided information about Stormwind.

Tarrama didn't want to admit that his brother was a coward, but the information that came out of the human's mouth did tell a lot - apparently, McComaron did fall into the hands of the human, and the whole tribe ...... Shame.

Tarrama intends to solve this matter in her own way; As this human said, his father already had a "coward" son, and he must not allow another son, that is, himself, to become a coward.

"Come on, damn human, let's see if your sword is as nimble as your mouth!"

Tarrama roared and rushed at the humans standing across from her. The battle axe in his hand condensed his fury, and the sharp blade of the axe sliced through the scorching air of the Western Wilderness, sending out a fierce wind.

"Bell!"

Marlon raised his arms to meet Tarrama without showing weakness. He stood firm on his feet, the muscles in his arms swelling violently, and the sword in his hand slammed into Tarrama's battle axe.

This is the second time Marlon has fought against orcs since coming to this world; This corpse was Anduin? Lothar's extremely well-trained body gave him the confidence to confront the orcs head-on.

But it was still hard - Tarrama was faster, stronger, and angrier than McColmaron, and Marlon had not been fighting the orc for long before his arms began to feel a faint ache.

……

"Come on. Is that all you can do? Come, human, keep spreading your lies! ”

Tarrama swung the battle axe in his hand and slashed at Marlon's two-handed sword. With a fierce attack like a wind, he stepped back and taunted loudly.

"Be arrogant, orc, you're just a little stronger; If you only have a lot of strength, you can win the war. Then you would have been slaves to the ogres! ”

Malone unceremoniously fired back. Despite being temporarily downwind, his pace was steady and he still maintained the ability to fight back.

"Ogre?"

Tarrama was stunned for a moment—he was amazed at what the human in front of him knew about orcs—how could a human in this strange world know the story between an orc and an ogre?

Losing one's mind in the heat of battle is a terrible thing, and Tarrama pays the price for his negligence; The sword in Marlon's hand shook slightly, knocking the battle axe from Tarlama's hand, leaving a scar on the outside of his left chest - if it hadn't been for an instinctive dodge, Tarrahma's heart would have been pierced.

Tarlama's injuries caused the bloodcave orcs to let out a noisy exclamation - they were stationed in Stormwind with Tarlama, and no one was unaware of the strength of this blackstone orc.

Although the orcs of the Blood Cave Clan also retain the tradition of the orc clan to be brave and good at war. But what did they do with Ogrim? Tarrama of the Hammer of Doom's Guards is still a lot worse.

But Malone was still some way from winning the fight - Tarrama came to his senses at the last moment, and he dodged the tip of Marlon's sword. With his fiercely wielding axe, he forced away Ma Long's next attack, returning the position between the two to the original place.

"You're funny, human, and you know a lot about us...... I'm sure the great Hammer of Doom will be of interest to you. ”

Tarrama paused to catch his breath and said loudly - he had changed his mind, he was going to capture the human in front of him alive and give him to High Chief Orgrim? Hammer of Doom - Tarrama was not a good thinker, but he felt that a human could know so much about orcs, and it was not something that could be explained by the capture of McColmone.

"According to me...... If I cut off your head and give it to your big chief, he will obviously be more interested. ”

Malone also seized this opportunity to give his body that had been overloaded to rest a little, but he was not idle.

"Then let's try it!"

Tarrama roared and pounced again, the tomahawk in his hand slamming into Marlon's chest.

Marlon also brandished his long sword to meet him, but this time, he played a little tricky.

"You know what, orcs...... I chopped off all your brother's fingers and toes - and I did it even though he summoned all the information like a coward - just for fun. ”

Marlon said loudly as he parried off Tarrama's stormy attacks - these words, although slightly distracting Malone, obviously had a greater impact on Tarrama.

"Shut up, human!"

Tarrama roared, but involuntarily remembered how her brother had been tortured by the human in front of him—even though he knew that his brother might have divulged the secrets of the tribe...... He was his own brother after all.

"I smashed all his teeth and sprinkled salt on his wounds...... Ha, your brother is like a child when he cries, or rather...... The little ones are braver than he is; Maybe he should stay by his mother/'s side forever to feed. ”

Marlon continued to taunt the orcs who were fighting him, noticing that his opponent's steps were starting to be a little messy.

"Shut your foul mouth, human!"

Tarrama's movements went berserk, a large amount of blood erupted from the wound under his left rib, the burning pain made his muscles spasm, but it was his brother's fate that made him even more heartbroken—he vowed to try all the torture that McColmone had endured on all the humans in this town...... No, a thousand times! (To be continued.) )