The noise in the nightclub is everywhere, if it is left in normal times, these businessmen with rich pockets have already let loose their bones, and they have to call more than a dozen dancers to accompany the wine, but today they are honest, and they don't even dare to glance at those beast girls who are dressed in violent ~ dew, and they are afraid of being found fault.

"Your Excellency, you can make a price, as long as you can leave the sunset prairie as much as possible, we will not hesitate to pay a price. ”

As the businessman in the lead spoke, the others chimed in, and Downton was their lifesaver at this point, and they had to hurry.

"I'll do my best, let's talk about the current situation in the Orc Empire first, right?"

Downton didn't dare to drink the ale offered by the waiter, who knows if they spat into it, but some merchants didn't have that sense.

When a big-headed unlucky guy drank to the bottom, he saw a dead gecko, his face changed, and he turned his head and vomited.

"Waiter, how are you doing business? Roll over here and see what's in this ale?"

The merchant was accustomed to being majestic on weekdays, and he had never suffered such a loss, so he called out at the moment to find trouble, but after speaking, he saw some companions signaling him to shut up.

"Be quiet, I'm not deaf!"

The waiter gouged out his ears and was very disdainful.

"What do you think this is?"

The merchant hung the cup in front of the waiter.

"Everyone, this guy* got a dead gecko into the wine, and he wants to slander people!"

But the waiter sued the wicked first.

"You, okay, I won't tell you, call your boss. ”

The merchant was.

"I'm sorry, but our boss didn't have time to deal with you. The waiter knocked on the table, "In addition, the vomit stained the floor, and it should be compensated according to the price." ”

"See, I told you not to shout. ”

There are timid businessmen who sigh that war is imminent. The orcs were not as business-friendly as they used to be, and they begged to please them in a low voice.

"Compensation of 10,000 gold coins, bring it!"

The waiter urged.

"How much? You're a poor ghost, crazy about money?"

The merchant was stunned, not to mention ten thousand, even ten silver coins were not worth it.

"Who are you calling a poor ghost?"

The waiter's eyes widened. Roaring at the merchant, "Don't even think about walking out of this door today without paying for it!"

"Indemnification!"

"Indemnification!"

Seeing the lively orcs, they wished that the humans were unlucky, so they shouted in unison, and the earth-shattering sound made a group of merchants sweat.

"It's better to have more than less, or is it out?"

There are businessmen to dissuade.

"What is this called?"

The vomiting merchant was depressed, and 10,000 gold coins were a hairlash to him. But it's too aggrieved.

"If we don't compensate, can we plant here today?"

The merchants muttered.

"You can't treat guests like that!"

Ctesiphon couldn't take it anymore and stood up and blamed the waiter.

"Are you an orc?"

The waiter asked rhetorically.

"Yes!"

Ctesiphon's answer was categorical, although he was completely elven except for the tail, but he had always regarded himself as an orc.

"Then why are you towards humans? Are you a beast~traitor?"

The waiter's sarcasm made Ctesiphon dumbfounded.

"Stop arguing. When the people who went to the toilet come back, we'll leave. ”

Downton got up. These orc officers are all masters who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and there is bloodthirsty madness in their eyes, and he doesn't want to poke this hornet's nest.

The vomit merchant unwillingly took out the wallet, scolded and prepared to draw a golden ticket, but before he could do it, he was snatched away by the waiter.

"There's still a thousand gold coins left. Forget it, I don't care about you!"

The waiter looked at the wallet with a high-minded attitude that I will spare you once.

"Fart, Lao Tzu has more than 100,000 golden tickets in it. ”

The vomit merchant is in a hurry, this is not a small amount of money. So he reached out to grab it, but the orc officers came over, blocked his way, pushed him, and punched him a few times.

The merchants did not bring many guards, but they were all elites, and they immediately rushed over to stop them.

"Stop!"

Seeing the situation expand, Ctesiphon roared, releasing his soul coercion, as if swept by a cold current, and the entire hall suddenly fell silent.

"Why haven't you come back?"

The merchant was about to ask his men to go down and see what the guys were doing, but the crowd parted, and a dozen tall orcs walked over with a few broken hands and feet.

Bang!

A few wailing merchants were thrown to the ground.

"This guy peed on my shoes and didn't say anything, and killed my soldiers, how can this account be calculated?"

The orc officer at the head had a scar on his face, and when he was angry, he was as hideous as a centipede, and he glared angrily at the group of people.

This guy seems reckless, but he is actually very cunning, because he avoids Ctesiphon and Downton.

"What's going on?"

Merchants are going to be angry, how can they have an accident when they go to the toilet?

A few businessmen tried to speak and explain, but their full teeth were knocked out, their jaws were shattered, and their swollen mouths could only make whining sounds.

"Indiscriminately kill orcs, but you will be hanged, let's say, do you want to be private, or public?"

The scar orc questioned.

"Hey, wouldn't it be too much to find a beggar to pretend to be a soldier?"

Downton couldn't take it anymore, the dead guy had chilblains on his hands, feet, and face, and the uniform was completely improvised.

"I said he was a soldier, he was, boy, Ben Wan cavalry commander gave you face, don't know how to lift?"

The scarred orc clenched his fist and glared at Downton fiercely.

"What's the law?"

A businessman asked, and if he made a profit, he would naturally pay for his life.

"One million gold coins!"

The Scar Orc's advisor quoted a price.

"Why don't you rob it? One million gold coins is enough for me to buy dozens of slaves. ”

The merchant was angry, but the orc was even angrier, and in their opinion, the slave in this man's mouth meant the orc.

"Kill these goddamn slave traders!"

"Yes, kill him!"

"Don't want money. I want to pay for my life!"

The orcs had already drunk, and when they were stimulated again, the crowd became angry, and those in the front row had already begun to push.

"Stop them!"

The Scar Officer gave orders to his subordinates and then reminded the merchants, "My patience is limited. Give the money, and I'll send you away, otherwise, you should be able to guess the outcome. ”

"Good!"

The merchants hesitated for a moment and compromised.

When several officers heard this, they couldn't help but exchange glances, their expressions were overjoyed, this was just the first step in the plan, as long as the human merchants gave money, it would prove that they had killed someone. When the time comes, you can still get a charge of bribing an officer, and squeeze another one.

"Let's go, go back with us and get the money!"

The merchant is not stupid, he is going to go back to the hotel first, there are many people, and it is his own territory.

"No, you send someone back to get the money. ”

The officers disagreed, and the merchants couldn't bear it. When he was about to compromise, Ctesiphon, who couldn't stand it, stepped forward. But before he could say anything, he was dragged behind by Downton.

"I'm going to accuse you of the abuse of violence and the accusation that we are murderous!"

Downton accused.

The orcs around them were stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"You're joking, aren't you? sue me? Where are you going? In front of the king, your majesty doesn't have time to meddle with such idle things!"

"Do you still need to be interrogated? It must be the fault of the human race!"

"Yes, we are all witnesses, and we have seen these humans hurt people. ”

The officers chattered. I looked at Downton and his party for a long time, and the human and material evidence, how many or how many there were.

"Duke Downton, forget it, we consider ourselves unlucky!"

A group of businessmen were ashen. It seems to be desperate, but in fact, they are still making small calculations, and they deliberately called out Downton's name, hoping that the orcs would retreat.

"Boy, I know you come from an extraordinary background, but this is the Orc Empire, even if you are a dragon, you have to coil it for me!"

Officer Scar walked up to Downton and reached out to pat him on the cheek.

Syllable!

Downton grabbed the officer's wrist.

"Let go!"

The scar officer was furious, and in the midst of the soul shock, he suddenly swung his fist and clubbed Downton into the eye.

"Beat him!"

The onlookers shouted.

Downton's fist was quicker and struck the scarred officer in the stomach, and he flew out like a broken sack.

Syllable!

Before he could fly away, Downton reached out, grabbed his hair, pulled it back again, and then lifted his knee and slammed it into his chest.

Click!

With the crisp sound of fractures, the orc's vomit mixed with blood spat all over the ground.

"Your Excellency, what are you doing here?"

The merchants were stupid, and Downton did this, wouldn't he offend the dead orcs?

"I'm here to save you!"

Downton seemed to be bitter, but he sneered in his heart, he saw through the calculations of these guys, so he deliberately provoked a big mess and sent them to death.

The audience was silent for a moment, and the orcs stared blankly at a commander whose face had been knocked over, and then they became angry.

"Up, kill them!"

The orcs swarmed up.

"When are you still thinking about calculating, is this the inferior nature of human beings?"

With the coercion of Downton's soul, he could naturally sweep the entire hall and stun them, but what he had seen and heard in the past few days made him hold his breath, so he waved his arms and slammed his fists to the flesh.

Most of the orcs didn't know Downton's identity, and after the riot, the blood went up, and they were reckless, and they fought first.

Bang! Bang!

The orcs rushed towards Downton, and then were sent flying at an even faster speed, with a dense crowd of human bodies in their entire field of vision, and earth-shattering roars and screams resounded in their ears.

"Stop fighting, stop!"

Ctesiphon persuaded him, but some orcs thought he was a traitor and beat him together.

Those human merchants were not so lucky, and in the chaos, they were killed by the orcs, and they were soon stripped of their essence and dragged down the street.

"Hey, something is wrong!"

Ctesiphon pulled Downton, "Listen!"

"Let's go!"

Downton grabbed the two orcs and brandished them as human maces, opened a passageway, and when he walked out of the nightclub, he saw half of the city in flames, and large groups of soldiers running in the streets.

"There's humans here!"

A few soldiers saw Downton and immediately roared, and then more soldiers ran over with sharp blades in their hands, their expressions fierce and joyful.

"Don't rob it, he's mine!"

An orc centurion roared, a leading charge, a human head, can be exchanged for twenty gold coins, enough for these orcs to fight hard. (To be continued......) R1292