Orcs, in the lush expanse of Garlandia, are humanoid sapient creatures that possess some of the characteristics of beasts.

According to the earliest records of the Whispering Forest, the orcs have been the most widespread and powerful intelligent race on the land since the elves who lived in the secluded forest began to explore beyond the forest. Although the internal contradictions between the orc tribes at that time were far more intense than they are now, they still could not shake the fact that the orc population was prosperous. In the last millennium, with the rapid development of cultivated civilization, humans, dwarves, hobbits, and other races with a high degree of overlap in living environment with orcs have gradually caught up, but any of them still do not have the strength to compete head-on with the entire orc race. Until the full-scale invasion of the demons and the devastation of most land races, including the orcs, the orcs were still the most powerful force on the road. The differences between their races and the diversity of their bloodlines were even more powerful in the entire continent before the large-scale invasion of the demons, and the various special folk customs they possessed were far more wonderful and colorful than those of other races.

Unlike André's impression, which frequently appears in Western fantasy literature, "Orc (humanoid creatures with strong physique, peculiar skin color, and exposed fangs, commonly known as orcs or half-orcs, please refer to the Lord of the Rings and Warcraft for details)", the orcs that have lived and bred in the continent of Galandia for generations are simply like a combination of mammals and humans. Among them, the male's body hair is no different from that of wild beasts, and the appearance of the head is even more like that of wild beasts; females are contemptuously called "half-orcs" by slave traders and slave hunters because they are more similar to humans and elves, except for the slightly vigorous body hair, most of them only retain some of the characteristics of wild beasts in the eyes, nose, ears, tail, etc., and usually show different physical characteristics due to individual blood differences.

The male orcs in front of Andre can actually be regarded as the same race according to their traditions. Specifically, it is the "long-kissing" family in the so-called "claw clan". As one of the largest "long-snouts" among the orcs, they have nothing to do with crocodiles and the like. If we divide it according to the biological system known to the children of the abyss, it is a whole large group of people including canines, bears, weasels, and even raccoons. To put it simply, the long-mouthed and carnivorous orcs can be regarded as "long-kissed" orcs, except for werewolves, bear people, and fox people, although wolverines and mink people are not even as strong as dwarves, they are still regarded as members of the long-snouting clan. If you want to investigate the cause and effect in detail, it is probably only because the orcs, who are currently in an absolutely weak position on the continent, must unite all the forces that can be united as much as possible for the rise of the tribe. On the other hand, it is the "short-snouted" family composed of the "claw family" and the "hoof" family corresponding to the "claw family".

Although Andre has long known that the "long-kissed" clan among the orcs is a very large race, not all of the "thriving" long-kissed clan are suitable for battle. For example, the small group of cavalry that took the initiative to leave the Chinese army and stopped in front of Andre and his party, which seemed to be the scout of the team, was composed of nine wolf cavalry and two bear heavy cavalry.

Under the deliberate restraint of the cavalry, the mounts under the crotches of the orc warriors slowly approached the team led by the wolf girl as if they were strolling leisurely, and it was obvious that they had already noticed the existence of **** Na.

Except for the two bear-men's mounts on their crotches that resemble large hairy rhinoceros, the mounts of the wolf cavalry are all gray-spotted and black-striped wolves that are as strong as calves.

"Thank you for the protection of your ancestors, you have returned safely, **** Na. You have successfully completed the noble mission entrusted to you by the Splittooth Clan!" The leading werewolf looked at the wolf girl walking in front of André without blinking, as if trying to find some traces of resistance and battle in her.

The wolf girl bowed slightly and saluted the leading werewolf warrior, and then led the children of the abyss, who were originally standing behind her, to the front: "This time we were able to get out safely thanks to the efforts of this Mr. Mephistopheles...... And, of course, the humans behind me to help. ”

As soon as the words fell, a slightly young werewolf warrior who seemed to be still immersed in the joy of reunion ended his affectionate gaze at the fox girl opposite, and asked his question very unceremoniously: "**** Na, even if you are the chief's daughter, it doesn't mean that you can clear the name of these humans with a few words! Half-elves and humans helped you escape? Let's not talk about how they did it with these dozens of people, if they didn't plan some conspiracy or ulterior motives, how could these humans willingly escort you out of town!?" ”

Naturally, Na decided to intercede for the humans behind her because of the attitude of the children of the abyss, but these two groups of people did not make much effort to evacuate the town in the first place, and at this moment, they became a drag on her fabricating a reasonable plot. It's hard to believe that such a conspicuous group of people in the unsheltered wilderness outside the town would make up something to escape from the human ranks.

"Karl, the goal of our operation is to wipe out as many human slave hunters and slave traders as possible. Although the abundance of supplies from the Whispering Forest has brought hope for the rise of the tribe, our tribe is adjacent to the human city-state, and the only way to obtain iron and food from Andrarui is through trade with other tribes. At this stage, we should try to maintain good trade relations with human traders......"

Lokia, who has always seemed a little introverted and doesn't like to talk, also spoke out: "Carl, what **** Na said is all true, if it weren't for Mephistopheles and this chubby gentleman to protect me along the way, maybe I won't see you again!"

"Let's talk about these things when we get home, there's no reason why things between the two of us should affect important decisions for the clan!" the werewolf warrior named Carl had an unusual relationship with Lokia. He had heard of the reason for the raid before the warriors had gathered, and the young werewolf warrior was so apprehensive that he cared for his lover captured by the slaves that he was not relieved until he saw the familiar figure of Logia.

Among the long-kissing clans, the wolf clan and the fox clan are the two races that intermarry most frequently and have the closest relationship with each other. In fact, not only among the orcs, but also between orcs and humans, orcs and elves and even dwarves can give birth to healthy offspring, but because of the difference in size and racial relations, some half-blood orcs with special blood are very rare. For example, wolf-lion mixed-blood, bear-rabbit mixed-blood, or something. Although Andre was surprised by the inclusiveness of the orc bloodline, there is no doubt that the wolf-wolf hybrid orcs are actually a very common presence in Garlandia.

Standing behind the half-elf and orc girl, cold sweat broke out on the fat man's forehead. At that time, his original intention of paying to photograph the fox girl was naturally not to protect the other party, but fortunately, when he was threatened by Mephistopheles, he was very decisive and handed over the fox girl...... If Logia hadn't helped him in the face of the half-elf, but had told the truth, the fat man would feel a chill rush from the soles of his feet to the back of his head at the thought of his end.

As compatriots living under the same tribe, the young warriors and girls who should be tightly united have quarrels over outsiders, and such a scene can only make the cunning humans feel that there is an opportunity within the tribe. As the captain of the scout, Ishas has full confidence in the Splittooth Clan itself, but he does not want the clan to be constantly remembered by enemies who are immersed in intrigue and intrigue all day long.

"**** Na, with all due respect. I've never heard of a half-elf actively involved in the slave trade, and this Mr. Mephistopheles is afraid that he will be very upset in a small town, right?" Ishas expressed his conjecture about Andre's identity in a more tactful tone, as he said, in a town dominated by the slave trade, the status of a slave is more normal and reasonable for a half-elf.

"If you can't tell everyone about it, you can't convince everyone in the room. You are the **** Na who understands, even if you are the daughter of the chief. "The strength of the Splittooth Clan today is inseparable from the strong cohesion nurtured by the Silver Fang's insistence on uniting all members of the clan, and if everything is decided by the leaders of the tribe, then it will be difficult for the Splittooth Clan to become one of the most powerful tribes in the wasteland under the watchful eye of the human city-states.

The wolf girl stared at the scout captain who was no longer young, and it was not difficult to find pale marks on the ends of the other's hair, even from an alien like Andre, that represented the passage of time. Na knew that what the other party said was right, if even the dozen or so cavalrymen in front of him couldn't convince themselves, then the leader of the army was even more reluctant to easily let the group of aliens behind him leave.

When the wolf girl, who was responsible for everyone's fate, was still frowning and thinking about how to organize her words to convince the young warriors of her tribe of the story that seemed strange to her, something almost happened in a cold sweat - behind her, something that the wolf girl could not see clearly flew over her head to the leader of the cavalry, Ishas.

Has anyone gone mad!?Or is this actually a deliberate chaos created by people with ulterior motives lurking among human beings!??What good is it for them to forcibly provoke conflicts regardless of their own safety!?

Like almost everyone, **** Na, who identified this sudden action as an attack, turned her head in surprise, and looked at the middle-aged human guard in the crowd with an expressionless face and a long sword hanging from her waist along with other angry and inexplicable people. No matter how you look at it, this middle-aged human warrior doesn't look like an impulsive madman who can't control himself...... So why on earth did he attack suddenly?

Is this really a conspiracy!?

With the sound of fine metal grinding and colliding, the orc cavalry on the opposite side, who had originally seemed relatively restrained, had already grasped the weapons in their hands at this moment. The human guards behind André also drew their swords hanging from their bodies with gloomy faces, and whatever the reason for this tense situation, they did not want to be restrained in the face of the attack of the orc warriors.

Even within a few miles of them, there was a vast and formidable orc army.

In the atmosphere of the imminent battle, even if Rogham wanted to investigate his escort captain's strange behavior that had put everyone in danger and was incomprehensible, he couldn't bear to say anything, just staring at this silent man who had always seemed to be very loyal with questioning eyes.

Only Andrei, who was surprised, saw clearly with his keen eyesight what was firmly caught by the cavalry leader's right hand, and then showed a strange smile thoughtfully.

"No one is allowed to attack without my orders!" Ishas stopped the tribal warriors around him in time, and no matter what tricks the humans in front of him wanted to play, he didn't need to worry too much. Because he has the strong support of thousands of clan warriors behind him, the initiative is firmly in the hands of his side, and no matter what conspiracy there is on the other side, he does not have to react inappropriately because of impatience and impulsiveness.

After calming the restless young warriors under his command for a while, Ishal had the heart to take a closer look at the heavy weight that was being carried by him.

It was a round iron shield of no surprise material or weight, and while such a "good thing" was rare among the tribe, well-informed werewolf warriors were no strangers to this practical and sturdy piece of equipment. But this shield, which should not have been very unusual, made his mind become like a torrent and a cracked earth in the flood season, and his mind became undulating and trembling in the moment he saw clearly. It's just that the clear fist marks on this shield that are two fingers wide and so deep make it look so unusual.

In all fairness, Ishas was able to catch this flying shield not because of his strength and reflexes, but simply because the person who threw the shield only used just the right amount of power, but he alone knew whether the opponent's strength was thrown casually or with hatred. Because of the perspective, he watched the human warrior take off the shield behind him and wave his hand and throw it. I couldn't see the shield clearly for a while, just because it was too sudden.

The dents representing the knuckles were clearly visible on the recessed arc shield that was recessed, and through the touch and weight, Ishal could feel that the shield had a strong weight enough to be classified as a high-quality piece of armor. However, the fist mark on the shield that did not look exaggerated in size was very strange, in fact, Ishaal's fist was at least one size larger than it, but the werewolf warrior could clearly realize that even ten of him could not leave such a fist mark on this shield.

"This is Mr. Mephistopheles' fist!" Rogia added aloud as she remembered the stunning punch, her eyes glowing.

The young werewolf, who had a close relationship with Logia, had some unexpected reaction, and urged the wolf under her crotch to slowly lean closer to the scout leader.

The impressive fist print also made the young werewolf warrior look scowling, but after a few moments, the confident werewolf warrior felt that he had discovered the other party's intentions: "Cunning human, do you think that this is how easy it is to deter the brave and fearless Splittooth Warrior!?"

"Of course not! We just want to prove that Mr. Mephistopheles, who led us out of town, has the strength to easily make his way through the crowd!" Rogham was keenly aware of his captain's thoughts that he hadn't put into words, and he remembered that the calm man who had dealt with orc warriors more than once had said that orcs admired force, and that the warriors among them were in awe of the strong. In some special cases, fists and swords are more effective than words and reasoning when dealing with them.

"Stupid humans!Do you think we're fools who have never seen the world!?An underage half-elf can have such great power!?Only a few of us orcs have such a powerful fist!!Every single one of them is a strong contender for the supreme glory of the 'Beastmaster!'" Having personally confirmed the sturdy texture of the iron shield only strengthened Karl's conviction of how scheming humans were when it came to their plots.

"Believe me, Carl, I saw Mr. Mephistopheles knock this shield like this with one punch!" Logia frowned, holding one hand to her heart, trying to convince her stubborn lover.

"What the hell have these humans done to you, and you're going to help these outsiders deceive your own people!" Out of anger and confusion, the hairs on the bridge of the young werewolf's nose wrinkled together, and the corners of his mouth showed sharp fangs. Although he had long thought that Logia might suffer unimaginable humiliation in a human town, he would not despise his childhood sweetheart. Failure to protect his loved ones has always been regarded as a disgrace to the orcs as warriors, and even though Karl was not present at the time and unaware, he still stubbornly believed that if he and his comrades were strong enough to threaten the human city-states, then the humans who bullied the weak and feared the hard would not dare to attack the members of the Splittooth Clan easily.

What the young warrior couldn't accept was that his lover, who had escaped from the hands of humans, was actually speaking for the enemy!

"Since the words of the fiancée and the chief's daughter can't make you believe it, why don't you explain to me the origin of this fist mark reasonably?Carl!?" The young clansman's words made **** Na rarely angry, as the chief's daughter, she can endure the doubts of the clan, and as the chief's daughter, she can't bear the doubts from her father and those close to her. At least she would never choose to marry such a man who didn't want to trust her, and Carl's attitude made her feel very unworthy for Lokia.

"This fist seal must be the coat of arms and emblem of some human noble, and this shield must have been deliberately made like this......" The young orc warrior, though angry, was still in a clear state of mind, and he instantly found the most plausible explanation for him.

However, this kind of questioning made the protagonist, who had been quiet and inactive, decide to stand up.

"You can let you guess that? That's right! The company has more than a hundred legendary powerhouses, from skilled mortal masters to terrifying xenomorph monsters, and even the undead powerhouses who have gone through thousands of years of battlefield and the dragon god who has mastered the laws of the starry sky are all our colleagues!"

The Children of the Abyss said strange words that no one could understand, and ripped off his shirt like a veil-like cobweb, revealing a slightly thin upper body that didn't look very strong, and the swimming gray snake and the goddess's vine god tattoo emitted a faint aura on him.

"Our company leaders have emphasized more than once that there is nothing in this world that cannot be solved by fists......" Walking slowly towards the werewolf cavalry opposite, Andrei smiled and snatched the round shield from the other party's hand, and the powerful power of life magic intensified gathered in his arms, surging into his fist like a resentment that did not vomit unpleasantly, "If there is ?...... Then one more punch!!"

The sound of fists and irons intersecting is not as intimidating as one might think, but it is powerful enough.

When Andre casually bent down and pulled the two round shields with overlapping fist prints from the yellow earth, and handed them to the orc warrior with a smile on his face, the other party had not yet recovered from the state of "shock".

"In Mephistopheles Vi, codenamed 'Underworld Law Officer', please advise!"

Not only did the orc cavalry look at each other, but even the humans who had never seen the Children of the Abyss unleash the Dragon Strike Technique were all shocked. For a moment, no one even uttered a voice of amazement at the fact that this was happening before their eyes. And the deep marks pressed by the round shield on the ground, the completely deflated shield surface, and the divine patterns on the other party's body are all reminding people with irrefutable facts that the thin half-elf boy in front of them has a powerful force that ordinary people can't imagine!