A makeshift camp for a jungle tribe.

A roaring bonfire was lit in the center of the camp.

Beside this huge bonfire, sat a bear king of the same size.

The bear king was blind, and was now licking a large beehive desperately.

The orc warriors who came in and out of the surrounding area didn't care about it at all.

Because this is a bear king who is controlled by a powerful troll witch doctor, a pet he caught in the jungle, there is no harm at all.

At this time, the powerful Troll Witch Doctor was drinking and merry-drinking in the Great Tent of the Flat Beast Chief.

It is said that when the beast monkey led the troll witch doctor Vitruvius to the head of the flat beast.

The Flat Beast Chief looked extremely surprised.

The troll witch doctor also had a special respect for the Flat Beast Chief, and as soon as they met, he gave the Flat Beast Chief a Zuamane troll welcome salute.

This is the etiquette that trolls only practice when they meet a particularly revered person.

This set of troll etiquette is said to have originated in the Cuban Rush Empire, the most glorious of trolls.

This set of etiquette for trolls to meet big people was naturally learned by Vitruvius from the troll knight who rode the flying mount of the Betsy.

The troll knight performed a strange set of etiquette to the black smoke witch as soon as he stepped into the dragon, which was written down by Vitruvius, and now he saw an old orc sitting in the middle hall, with a majestic weapon, respected by the orcs, Vitruvius had eyes, and immediately knew that this was a big man, so he did not hesitate to make a salute first.

When the troll Vitruvius made this great gift.

All the orc warriors were beaming, and they secretly said in their hearts:

This forest troll is still full of Taoism, and knows how to respect our chieftain.

It's about respecting us, respecting our tribe.

Therefore, the orc warriors who watched were all smiling and triumphant.

But the chief of the flat beast did not accept this gift, he hurriedly stepped forward, helped Vitruvius to his feet, and said in the orc language: "Mr. Witch Doctor, why do you have to make such a great gift? Hurry up, please. ”

Vitruvius naturally couldn't understand what the old orc was saying, but he could laugh and not say anything.

So Vitruvius, the troll witch doctor, smiled silently.

The Flat Beast Chief was about to pull the smiling Vitruvius into the chieftain's tent.

Vitruvius, however, raised his hand and motioned for the old orc to wait for a moment.

Vitruvius went to the blind mother bear and told her in the bear's language to sit still and not move.

Then Vitruvius took out a large beehive from the space bag and threw it at the big female bear, who hugged the hive and sat on the ground and licked it vigorously.

Space bags are also a relatively rare thing in the orc world, especially for this small jungle tribe that is so poor that they don't even have spellcasters, space bags are extremely rare.

Seeing Vitruvius conjure up a large beehive out of thin air, the orc warriors secretly said that this witch doctor really has real skills.

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

Inside the chief's tent.

"Hurry up and serve the witch doctor."

The large bowl in front of Vitruvius's table was filled with good wine.

Then the chief of the flat beast took the opportunity to toast and asked: "The old man is a flat beast, and now he lives in the position of tribal chief, I don't know what Mr. Witch Doctor is called?" ”

Vitruvius smiled silently.........

Belch.......... Seeing that Vitruvius did not answer, the chief of the Flat Beast had no choice but to do it first.

Vitruvius was naturally to be accompanied, so he also drank the spirit in the bowl in one gulp.

Then the Flat Beast Chief introduced the Troll Vitruvius to the warriors of the tribe one by one.

"This is an beast."

Vitruvius laughed but didn't say anything.

The two drank alcohol to count as acquaintances.

"This is the Protector."

Vitruvius still smiled and remained silent.

"This is an all-beast."

Vitruvius still laughed and didn't say anything.......

........

Whether the orc warriors took the opportunity to drink flattering or defiant, Vitruvius laughed and said nothing.

Vitruvius's hands were shaking from the wine, these orcs were so enthusiastic that Cornema couldn't hold it.

It's too difficult to pretend to be speechless.

Vitruvius could only smile and drink.

Three rounds of drinking.

Bingquan, the younger generation of the orcs, and the beast monkey whispered to the side.

I only heard the beast monkey say: "The chief of the flat beast is so important to him and he drinks, this witch doctor still doesn't answer, he doesn't know how to lift, if he hadn't made a big gift at the beginning, I would have wanted to go up and give him a good look." ”

Bingquan whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, don't say nonsense, our tribe has not had a witch doctor for many years, and this time the Flat Beast Chief must find a way to keep this witch doctor in our tribe." ”

"But this witch doctor has been refusing to speak, I don't know what he wants to offer?"

"Our tribe is so poor, as long as he is willing to put forward conditions to stay, it is a good thing, I am afraid that he will not make conditions."

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

On the wine table, no matter how many tricks and strategies the Flat Beast Chief used.

Vitruvius was silent, smiling.

Bowl after bowl of wine was drank, and so far no word had been uttered by the troll witch doctor.

The Flat Beast Chieftain's eyes rolled and he decided to use a killer weapon.

Touch!

The Flat Beast Chief slammed the bowl on the table.

The atmosphere of the joyful, friendly and harmonious banquet immediately cooled down.

Vitruvius's heart was beating wildly.

Nima, I can't pretend anymore, my brother finally can't pretend anymore.

Brother has been pretending not to speak, and this old orc has finally become angry.

In fact, my brother should spurt blood and fall to the ground, pretend to be seriously injured and stay in bed for a month, learn the orc language and then get up and pretend to be forced, and he should not directly use the most difficult speechless pretending technique.

But if my brother pretends to be sick and bedridden for a month, the blind female bear will definitely starve to death.

Hey, my brother became a daddy, and my brother was stumped.

Brother is rushing into the street this time.

Vitruvius slowly closed his eyes, a relieved smile on his face, ready to meet the wrath of the old orc.

however

1 second ......

2 seconds......

3 seconds ......

......

Half a minute.

Vitruvius smiled and waited to die for half a minute, neither eating the orc's tomahawk nor the orc's iron fist, not even hearing the orc's roar.

When Vitruvius opened his eyes.

He saw the old orc in front and the other orcs behind, standing in a horizontal row.

All the orcs stood in a neat formation with the old orcs as the core, looking at Vitruvius with a sad expression.

This......... This Nima, what does this mean?

Under Vitruvius' horrified gaze, the old orc at the head began to shake his head.

One left, one right.

One left, one right.

Seven or eight times in a row.

Vitruvius saw that the old orc's face became sad with every shake of his head, and he immediately realized that this shaking of his head should be the orc's expression of his extreme sadness.

The old orc finally stopped shaking his head.

Just when Vitruvius thought that the old orc was about to say a few words with trembling lips, the orc language that Vitruvius did not understand.

The old orc raised his left foot and stepped on the ground three times in a row, making a snapping sound.

Then he lifted his right foot and stepped on the ground three times in a row, and it was snapping again.

The old orc lifted his foot and stepped on it again.

The orcs behind the old orc followed suit.

Bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang.

Vitruvius finally understood, and it turned out to be beating the beat.

Is this going to be a musical repertoire?