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Kundura is an unlucky orc, at least that's what he thinks, and for good reason.

For example, he ate watermelon the day before yesterday and choked on a melon seed half to death, and yesterday, just down the stairs, he actually flashed his waist! And the best proof that he is an unlucky guy is today.

Now, he was leaning against a pile of hay, staring nervously at the dirt slope in front of him.

The dirt slope looks inconspicuous, but it has a very beautiful name - Mochizuki Slope.

This name is not the real name, and no one would be so bored to give such an idyllic name to a dirt slope that is only ten meters high, in fact, the name of "Mochizuki Slope" is not known to anyone in the local area, but only among the orcs stationed in Arahi.

The reasons are table, and now we are talking.

The orc empire's food collection team came down once a month to collect military rations, and today, a month after Cheng Xiaotian crossed over, it was this special day again.

When it comes to the grain conscription team, the first thing that comes to mind is usually such a picture: a large group of veteran ruffians broke into the village, roared viciously, kicked open the doors of each house, and took away their grain bags amid the crying and begging for mercy of the villagers, and dragged away a few chickens and pigs by the way. Of course, if you meet a beautiful big girl and little daughter-in-law who don't hide it...... Hey......

However, what is presented in front of you now is such a picture......

On the slope of Mochizuki, where the orc heard the change, a half-sized orc lay on his stomach near the top, crying and mourning, looking back at his comrades sadly.

In the rear, dozens of orcs rode on their mounts, all of them staring nervously at him with swords and bows, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Rubbing what? Hurry up! Kundura was impatient, spit out the stalks in his mouth, and yelled at the half-orc.

He was so annoyed that he had been collecting military rations for two months in a row, and he had drawn it to Mochizuki Village, how unlucky it must be...... He even suspected that it was those guys who secretly did something and joined forces to trap him!

Along the way, he was so tormented by this, but he just couldn't figure out what the problem was, which scared him.

He was afraid that he would be drawn to Mochizuki Village next month, if he was still in good condition by then......

"Archer, aim!" The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became, and Kundula waved his hand back gloomily.

Several orc archers behind him looked at each other when they heard this.

"My lord, who are you targeting?" The leader of the archer squad asked weakly.

"Hmm!"

Kundura raised his hand and pointed at the little orc lying on the dirt slope: "In three seconds, if he doesn't shout, he will shoot her with arrows!" ”

The little orc was shocked, his own master was an evil warlock, he said that if he shot himself, he would never strangle him!

"Villagers, you are all good citizens under the rule of the Orc Empire, and now, our warriors, the Grand Overseer of Tudor are fighting bloodily on the front line against the evil Stormwind humans, the enemy is losing and retreating, and the battle line has been pushed to the heart of the evil axis, only three hundred kilometers away from Stormwind City, Shining Gold!" The little orc didn't dare to raise his head, and shouted at the neck of his neck, choking on tears from the dust that blew up.

Kundu let out a long sigh and waved his hand back, and the cavalry immediately tightened the reins in their hands and made a gesture of turning around and fleeing at any moment.

You know, just last month, they broke 14 legs, of course, belonging to 14 people.

At the mention of this, Kundula wanted to curse, knowing that there was an assassin and a mountain walker with a demonic beast living in this village, why didn't he send a master, his own gang of people was not enough to stuff people's teeth.

The so-called assassin and mountain walker are actually advanced titles for thieves and hunters, such as thieves, from low to high: stalker, assassin, hidden blade, shadow dancer, and sky thief.

The hunters from lowest to highest are: Forest Walker, Mountain Walker, Soul Walker, Wind Walker, and Skywalker.

In comparison, this orc team is all ordinary warriors, except for the leader Kundula, but even if he is, he is only the first order of the warlock-charmer.

Fortunately, the people in this village seem to be very keen on breaking their legs, so no matter which food collection team comes, they all have to bring a bunch of broken legs back, and the dead have never happened.

But it's not good like this, who wants to have nothing to do with people to break their legs, so when it comes to the day of the military rations, all the grain collection teams are looking at this place, hoping that they will not be drawn, and they will look at it in January, this is the origin of Mochizuki Slope and Mochizuki Village......

The top is also considerate of his subordinates, and it doesn't matter if he can't collect food, he just needs to shout to the village to convey the care of the orc empire to the villagers, and at the same time, under the euphemistic reminder of their obligations, it will be considered to be the completion of the task, as for whether people accept kindness or not, who cares?!

"Prepare to withdraw!" Seeing that the little orc was almost shouting, Kundura hurriedly gave the order to prepare to retreat, and the two orc warriors ran over and carried him into the carriage beside him.

"Villagers......" the little orc still shouted dutifully, but his eyes were fixed on his comrades, and seeing that they were ready to slip away, he shouted and rubbed back lightly.

Not to mention, not only did his actions not affect his shouting, but his tone became more and more righteous.

"As a member of the Orc Empire, bathed in the blessings of the Empire, how can you bear to see the soldiers fighting bloodily on the front line starving? At this critical juncture, as long as you donate the extra rations at home, you can send infinite courage to the soldiers, villagers, what are you waiting for?! Hurry up ......"

"Run, wow!" Kundura waved vigorously at the little orc, and the little orc's shouting came to an abrupt end.

To be honest, Kundula actually likes this little orc very much, in terms of eloquence, he is definitely a talent among orcs, and of course talents should be cherished, so he took the risk of waiting in place to answer, and if someone else had changed, he would have thrown it down and ran away!

Seeing that the head of his family cared so much about him, the little orc was grateful, and he added infinite strength! I saw him spread a pair of small short legs and run faster than a rabbit.

"Don't run straight, you idiot!" Kundura scolded, once again proving his love.

It is common sense to know that at this time, there should be arrows on the side of the slope, and running the word "zhi" can greatly reduce the opponent's hit rate, which is common sense.

However, in the next second, something contrary to common sense happened, and no feather arrows were fired, but someone shouted loudly on the side of the dirt slope.

"Don't go, the army!"

This voice Kundura is all too familiar, who is it not the old Dawson who lacks virtue?!

Not leaving? What are you kidding, stay until your leg is broken!

"Withdraw!" Kundura exhaled and shouted, snatched the reins from the groom's hand and prepared to drive away, this time, he didn't even care about the beloved little orc.

If something is abnormal, it is a demon, and old Dawson does not play cards according to common sense today, there must be a conspiracy! Kundula thought so, and couldn't help but shudder.

As it turned out, Kundura knew Dawson Sr. very well, and his judgment was not bad at all! Before his carriage could really run, he felt a flower in front of him, and a thin figure suddenly appeared in front of the carriage, blocking his way.

Who is it if it's not old Dawson?!