Escorted by two knights, Muto staggered into the hall with heavy chains, and the nobles retreated to make way for him, looking at the orc from the western wilderness with curiosity and amazement.

"It's skinny than the book says. ”

"It's uglier than the painting. ”

"I guess it's a disabled dwarf, isn't there also a disabled dwarf in the royal family?"

.....

The aristocracy whispered, and appearance was always the first impression to people. Although orcs do not conform to human aesthetics, so that most people avoid them, and their attitude towards orcs is always contempt and disdain, but there are also a very small number of outliers, who see the beauty of wild power in the burly body of orcs, but unfortunately, Muto is a disabled dwarf, he is neither, his face is as ugly as an orc, and his physique is thinner than a human, so whether he is in the Western Wilderness or the Eastern Continent, whether it is a human or an orc, he avoids him, and only exclaims from afar: He is really ugly!

"The presence of filth and uncleanness, a symbol of barbarism and depravity. Duke McCarvey muttered to himself what he had seen from the trees about the orcs.

Duke McCarvey stretched out his hand, and the commotion stopped, and he asked, "Orc, what's your name, and where are you from?"

"Muto, my name is Muto, from the White Wolf Clan of the Western Wilderness. Muto replied calmly.

Muto's calm attitude and fluent human language surprised everyone, and it seemed that this orc needed to be re-evaluated, and it was not advisable to judge people by their appearance. So thought of it.

"You speak human fluently, who did you learn it from?" asked Duke McCarvey with interest.

"My father. ”

"I thought that the orcs were still living a life of drinking blood, and they didn't know what fire was, they didn't know what words were, and they would only chase wild beasts on the grassland with their spears. ”

Muto shook his head and said, "We use fire, we use it for warmth on cold nights, we use it to cook food on weekdays, and we have our own writing, which we use to record things on parchment and wooden boards. ”

"With a quick mind, a clear line, and a flurry of human language, it seems that you have a good position in the clan. Duke McCarvey said.

"My father was a shaman, his prophet in the clan, and he taught me the language, the script, and the ...... How to use witchcraft. Speaking of his adoptive father, Muto's tone was clearly proud.

Duke McCarvey's keen ears caught the word witchcraft, and Muto's voice was loud enough that he raised his eyebrows and said, "For example?"

"Curse everyone present with it. ”

Duke McCarvey laughed when he heard this, and the nobles below also laughed, they were full of disdain for the witchcraft that Muto said, if the curse was effective, then why did the orcs have been trapped in the barren western wilderness for three hundred years, blocked by the Great Wall, and unable to set foot in the eastern continent.

When the nobles had laughed enough and slowly calmed down, Muto exclaimed, "In fact, it works, isn't your son almost dead?"

Duke McCarvey's face froze when he heard this, "What did you say?!"

"Your son, Julian McCarvey, is not nearly dead? ”

"Bastard!" Duke McCarvey was furious, even if he didn't like Julian's unsuccessful son, but Julian had his blood in his veins, and he almost died under the curse of an orc.

Julian looked at his father's face from the ground and smiled unconsciously. Muto's acting skills are extraordinary, and he will be buried in his cemetery.

"Who is it, who made you curse?" Duke McCarvey slapped the armrest on the seat angrily, and all the ministers below were silent, looking at Muto with compassionate eyes, although Duke McCarvey is known for his wisdom in governing the territory, but this does not mean that he is weak and deceitful, and the McCarvey family is the goal of his life's hard work, it is his glory, and the dignity of the McCarvey family Victor can be protected with his life.

"It's you, isn't it you?oh, Duke McCarvey's heir is an idiot!" Duke McCarvey's face was very ugly, how could an orc easily learn about the feud between him and Julian's father and son, such court secrets, some nobles must have leaked to him, and he must be an upper-class nobleman.

"Orc, I'm not in the mood to joke with you, you'd better be restrained, this is my court, not your tattered pigsty. Duke McCarvey's tone was the same as usual, but anyone could tell that he was holding back the anger in his heart.

"If you don't want to say it, it's okay, let me ask you, do you know that guy who robbed the prison?"

"Cameron Knight, my friend. Thy men cut off his head with thy own hands, and I curse you. ”

At this time, the Count of Noamon jumped out in a panic, and with his haggard countenance, he was as energetic as if he was returning to the dead, and shouted: "Cameron colluded with him to sell the goods in the earldom, and I have no knowledge of this. You should put him to death immediately, with the most cruel punishment, now, now, immediately, and you can't let this lowly orc defile your court again. ”

"Noamun, you damned fool, 20,000 men against 6,000 people and still failed, even a pig is a hundred times better than you in battle, and now you put all the blame on me. ”

"Shut up, you filthy orc, I don't know you at all. Don't stir up a wedge between our monarchs and ministers, I see, this is all your trick to get us into civil strife so that the army of your orcs will drive in, and you are delusional that the Duke will not believe you. ”

Duke McCarvey watched Muto and Noamon arguing with each other, and the foul language was endless, but he had no intention of stopping it. Maybe you can get something out of it!, Duke McCarvey thought.

"Enough, you stupid pig. Didn't you make me curse McCarvey?!Your subordinates were as stupid as you are, and they found a pig as stupid as you to assassinate McCarvey, and I had already advised you, but you kept going your own way! Not only did you not succeed, but you also caught the tail. You still want to be the king of the South! I was so blind that I came to you. ”

Maybe I didn't hear anything else, but the four words "King of the South" were as loud as a bell, and they were heavy and deep into everyone's ears, and the last guy who called himself the King of the South brought almost devastating disaster to the South, these four words were even more taboo for Victor McCarvey, who never allowed anyone to mention that dark history.

"Good, good, good. What a wonderful show. Duke McCarvey laughed angrily, "Maybe it's because of my excessive kindness that you mistakenly think I'm weak and deceitful, but today I'm going to let everyone know that the South is the South of MyCarvey, the territory of the Eagle." ”

"Your Excellency, please don't believe his nonsense. Count Noamon fell to his knees and pleaded.

Muto also shuddered from Victor's rage, and did not dare to say a word, his lips pursed, and his face visibly turned pale.

At this time, Julian walked up to Duke McCarvey at this time and handed him a scroll of paper, "This was found in the Earl's Court. ”

Duke McCarvey flattened the scroll and unfolded it, and the more he looked at it, the more ugly his face became, and finally the green tendons burst out, full of hideousness, "Well, what a big hand, Noamun." I'm disappointed in you. ”

This sentence was tantamount to pronouncing the death sentence of the Noamun family, and the Count of Noamun sat on the ground and muttered to himself: "My lord, you have been wronged. ”

Perhaps before, Duke McCarvey could not have sentenced a great nobleman to death because of just this indefinite scroll of paper and the nonsense of an orc, but now that Count Noamon has long lost everything, his Casterme Earldom, and even the entire Boulder City have been controlled by the army of Angry Waves, and he has no right to deny Duke McCarvey's words at all.

When he was dragged down again, the Earl of Noamon was full of ugliness, tearfully begging for forgiveness from Duke McCarvey, while Muto kept shouting: "I am just a failed forerunner and pathfinder, but after me there will be more, more orcs set foot on this land, they will succeed, we will return to the eastern continent and become the masters of this land." And you, McCarvey, will be reduced to prisoners, and my countrymen will your wife a thousand, ten thousand times, I swear. I curse you, Makavi, and curse you for your fall and your downfall. ”

The seemingly farcical trial was over, Noamon was stripped of his knighthood, the entire family was reduced to prisoners, and Muto was on his way to the execution ground, where the most lame executioner awaited him.......