Vitruvius watched in astonishment as the orcs lined up in front of him began to perform rhythmic song and dance.

If you don't agree with each other, you will dance, brother wants to learn the language of your orc clan, which is much more difficult.

He subconsciously picked up the wine bowl on the table and prepared to take a sip to hide his shock.

However, the bowl was only halfway into the air and stopped.

Because the old orcs began to sing under the beat of the beat.

"Ah~~, hey, hey, hey, hey, The old orc first raised a high note, and then began to sing in a melodious voice.

"Our department is on the wrong side."

The orcs behind echoed in unison: "The terrain is biased, the terrain is ......"

The old orc sang again: "Tiger Ditch is in front of the tribe." ”

The orcs echoed in unison: "In front of the tribe, in front of the tribe........

"The tigers in the tiger ditch can't be killed."

"I can't kill it, I can't kill it......"

"Kill today, come tomorrow."

"Come tomorrow, come tomorrow........"

"Here comes the tiger, the child."

"Hold the child, hold the child........"

"Ah~~, hey, hey, hey, hey,

The old orc shuddered and burst out another high note with emotion.

Vitruvius, of course, could not understand the orc lamentation, but he could fully sense that the orcs were trying to express a great deal of grief, and the cause of the tragedy seemed to be related to the geographical location in which they lived.

The old orc took a deep breath and continued to sing:

"Our department is on the wrong side."

"It's located in the deep mountains and old forests."

"If you want to enter the tribe, a hundred bends."

"Jungle tribes, bitter and difficult."

"Ah~~, hey, hey, hey, hey,

The old orc soared out for the third time.

Vitruvius was about to drink from the wine bowl that had been held in mid-air for too long.

I saw the old orc take another deep breath.

Nima, come back.

"Our department is on the wrong side."

"There are no prophets and shamans."

"They have a high level of education and are reluctant to come to my tribe."

"Tribal warriors all rely on slashing, let's cut one by one."

The orcs echoed in unison: "Hey! Let's cut it one by one. ”

At the end, the chorus said: "Cut out a road to the sky, let us orcs step on it!" ”

At this point, the old orc pulled out a battle axe and assumed a brave and incomparable pose.

He looked forward angrily, and he had the momentum of God blocking and killing God, and Buddha blocking and killing Buddha.

The orc warriors behind the old orc also drew their swords and axes one after another.

They all glared at Vitruvius.

.............

Syllable!

Vitruvius was glared at by so many brave orcs, and the chrysanthemum tightened and his hands went soft.

The wine bowl held in mid-air landed directly on the table in front of him, splashing half a bowl of wine.

Nima, it turns out that this is the end of my brother, that is, he was dismembered by a group of orcs who sang and sang.

Vitruvius smiled and took the half bowl of wine on the table and drank it down.

When Vitruvius drank it dry.

The orc warriors still kept swinging their knives and slashing.

Nima ............ What do you mean, if you want to cut it, cut it quickly, hurry up!

Vitruvius wanted to go berserk.

The old orc, who was about to cut down with a battle axe in his hand, seemed to change his face, and instantly showed a sad color.

He took another deep breath.

Nima ......... Vitruvius is going crazy, and my brother will never pretend to be forced again.

"Hey, hey, he

"Our department is on the wrong side."

"There have been no witch doctors in a hundred years."

"The warriors are so brave in slashing and slashing, and they can only suffer if they are injured."

"A serious injury is death, and a minor injury is a disability."

"Excuse me~~, poor Bingquanle, he was bitten off by a tiger since he was a child, and his legs are still crippled!"

"Our tribe is looking for a witch doctor like a little beast is looking for milk."

"Oak, ancestor Qi Bei, Mr. finally came today, it was really a long drought and nectar, and the lady met a strong man."

"Mr. Witch Doctor, Mr. Witch Doctor, you must agree to be the witch doctor of our jungle tribe, as long as you are willing to stay in our tribe, I am willing to sacrifice the best female orc of our tribe to you."

..............

End............... Finally finished singing.

All the orcs looked at Vitruvius with eager, expectant, pleading eyes.

Vitruvius could read the look in their eyes.

So he nodded slowly.

The orcs immediately looked excited and excited.

Seeing that a group of orcs reacted normally, Vitruvius breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The Flat Beast Chief tried to ask, "Mr. Witch Doctor, have you really agreed to be the witch doctor of our tribe?" ”

Vitruvius smiled and nodded again.

"Oops! Great, great, our tribe finally has a witch doctor who has the knowledge and culture to heal and save people" The Flat Beast Chief immediately burst into tears and was inexplicably excited.

"I don't know what Mr. Witch Doctor is called?" The Flat Beast Chief asked again.

Vitruvius's Zero-Ring Witchcraft Language Genius, after nearly a day of analysis, although he is far from being able to understand the orc language, he can still parse this sentence, and it is by no means a nod or shake of his head to solve it.

What should brother do?

It's not appropriate to continue smiling and silent.

So Vitruvius could only perform the ultimate he had prepared.

He held his troll's head, and his body shook to the ground.

Poof!

In the speechless gaze of the orcs, this witch doctor who came from afar actually drank too much and fainted.

…………

"Chunhua, you are the most beautiful female orc in our tribe, you must take good care of Mr. Witch Doctor, you must leave him in our tribe, our tribe really needs a witch doctor." The Flat Beast Chief said to the Tribal Flower with a sincere expression.

"Chief, but I'm afraid I won't be able to do it." The female orc Haruka felt a little nervous.

"Chunhua, you are a long one, your ability is obvious to all, for the sake of the tribe, everyone is sacrificing, as a female warrior in the tribe, you have to take the lead in sacrificing, the warriors of our tribe have said that your ventriloquist is the best, even if you blow your fingers, no male orc can stand it, as long as you blow, I guarantee that Mr. Witch Doctor will not want to leave our tribe." The Flat Beast Chief said with a pleading expression.

Chunhua covered her beast mouth and said shyly: "Chief of the Ping Beast, don't say it, those orc warriors are talking nonsense, I'll just go, I'll blow it to him." ”

With a confident face, Haruka walked into the tent where Mr. Witch Doctor was resting.

When Vitruvius heard the outsiders entering, he immediately pretended to be overwhelmed by the wine, and lay down to rest, his mouth slurred, as if he were moaning in a dream.

Vitruvius narrowed his eyes and looked through the gap between his eyelids.

In came a stocky, muscular orc.

In other words, there is not a single orc tribe that is not strong, including female orcs.

As soon as the orc entered, she stripped her fur coat naked, revealing her muscular muscles.

Vitruvius continued to feign a faint appearance.

Seeing that Mr. Witch Doctor did not react at all, the orc flared her fangs and reached for Vitruvius's crotch.