There is nothing wrong with saying that Rome was not built in a day, or that it was not a day's cold. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info especially when all his subordinates are orcs, it is even more impossible to make any breakthroughs quickly, you must be patient, "wait for the next round".

The biggest difference between Zhao Mai and other competitors is that he has extraordinary patience. He had spent countless years being a god, witnessing the birth of the world and the reproduction of races. Compared to elves, dwarves, and halflings, the speed of orcs is fast enough, and the Z worm is even faster.

Even if you're having trouble making the "Blanket Guardian", that's normal. Creating life is not a matter of art, and it is impossible to imagine a picture in your mind, and the things that come out of the gourd have a corresponding function - only Maleonn's magic pen has such a magical ability. Just like a creature like a jumping dog, as a traverser, Zhao Mai knows what functions the low-level troops of the Zerg can roughly have, but if he really designs it according to the picture of the game and the movie in his mind, it is to put the cart before the horse.

He's not afraid to lose, and he's not afraid to spend time here, but obviously other contenders don't necessarily have that much patience. Just when Zhao Mai was still having a headache to improve the Z bug, a special messenger came to the settlement of Blackfoot.

"An orc riding a dire wolf has come and brought a letter to me?" Zhao Mai frowned when he heard the news. "Bastard!Can I read!Who is writing to laugh at me!!"

He angrily followed Daryl out of the tower, and saw a red-skinned orc peeping in the arena's fence from a distance. "That's the guy?"

Daryl nodded, unhooking the crossbow from his back, "Chief, if you hate him, I'll shoot that bastard!"

"No, that's too cheap for him. Zhao Mai kicked the reserve grain that was lying on his stomach at the door and basking in the sun: "Drag that guy over to me!"

The Reserve rushed out in one lunge, swiftly passing through the passing orcs, without touching any pedestrians or objects. Just as the red-skinned messenger turned his head alarmingly at the sound of dense footsteps, the reserve had rushed to his side, biting down on his calf.

didn't give the orc a chance to resist at all, and the reserve grain directly threw him to the ground, dragging him all the way to Zhao Mai. The orcs of the Blackfoot Colony were all shouting loudly, and a few orc children picked up mud and threw it at Redskin. The messenger came to Zhao Mai all the way in this way, and his two eyes had not yet been able to focus.

"Riding a dire wolf, your leader can't be a goblin, right?" Zhao Mai dragged the orc's leather armor up by tugging at him. "Say, where is your settlement?"

"Black ...... The Blackfoot Leader, our leader, Bogu Beastfang, is indeed a goblin. "The red-skinned orc's mouth is a foul smell, and God knows what he's eaten along the way. "I have here a letter from our chief. ”

"Bastard, when did a goblin dare to laugh at an orc, are the other orcs there eggless waste?write to me?God, this bad disease of elves and humans has infected you?" Zhao Mai snatched the letter from his hand and tore it to shreds.

"Mordor Blackfoot Chief, our Beast Fang Leader has made me remember a message that I can tell you. The messenger cleared his throat and hunched his head and learned, "The last encounter was a misunderstanding. Originally, the herd was going to clean up the ghouls, and they didn't want to run into the powerful Blackfoot. The beast has little intelligence, but there should be no animosity between the Blackfoot and Beastfang tribes. Together, both sides can grow. ”

"That's it, a goblin dares to tell me to join hands, does he dare to stand in front of me, I won't trample him to death!" Zhao Mai snorted, the reserve grain immediately understood, grinning teeth and eyes aimed at the orc's neck, the threat was quite obvious.

"Of course, it's not just talking. Our leaders are willing to trade weapons and food, so please refrain from attacking our territory. The orc said, "Your fighting prowess is admirable, and our leader admires it so much that he is willing to make you this friend." ”

"Haha, do you hear me? a goblin wants me to be his friend?" Zhao Mai kicked the red-skinned orc, and all the orcs around him roared passionately, "WAAAGH!"

"Does your leader have any ability to be on an equal footing with me? Whether you send a dire wolf or you spineless orcs, you will be killed!

"Don't, Blackfoot Chief, we have gifts, we have gifts!" But even though he shouted, Zhao Mai still didn't pay attention. With a tendon in his brain, Douschat picked up his shield and struck sideways, knocking the red-skinned orc flying. The arm was unnaturally twisted, and it must have been completely broken. By the time they reached the ground, the messenger orcs had passed out.

"Daryl, when he wakes up, give him the stick to tie his arms, and tell him to fuck off. Just say let their leader come over and surrender as soon as possible, otherwise they will wait for me to tear him off from any position!" Zhao Mai wiped his nose with his fingers, and said with a smile: "But well, that guy said that there is a gift." I guess he didn't come alone, maybe there was a convoy of gifts. ”

"Quite possibly, do you want to ......" Daryl made a gesture of reaching out and grabbing a handful, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Of course, how can this kind of thing be let go. However, there are too few people in the settlement who can fight, and some people must be left behind. I'll just go alone, you just need to arrange some porters, and then you can do the work. ”

Daryl nodded. He knew he didn't need to talk nonsense, he just had to carry out his orders.

Zhao Mai called over the reserve grain, asked it to sniff the smell of red-skinned orcs in the air, and then followed the smell back to trace back.

"As soon as the leader makes a move, then it will definitely be fine. Dusaud said with a grin, stomping on the messenger. "How about throwing this guy in the cellar first?"

"Okay, you can do it. "The management of orcs is like this, assigning tasks layer by layer. When Zhao Mai was away, Daryl was the leader.

Dusaud dragged the orc and dragged him all the way to the door of the dungeon. It was home to many orcs and slaves who disobeyed the Raven's commands, with a sturdy iron fence and trap doors that could only be opened from the outside. Since Zhao Mai took over the tribe, this place has been empty, whether it is orcs or slaves, there has been no rebellion for the time being. The orcs currently have food to eat, and there are few who can fight, especially if no orcs consciously approach the level of their leader, they don't dare to challenge at all. The slaves concentrated on clearing the wasteland, and there was basically enough food to eat. All the slaves belonged to Zhao Mai, and under his obscenity, the orcs would beat and scold, but there was no damage to the chief's property. Even slaves who want to escape feel that there is no need to rush for a moment, and it is more important to see the situation and collect more food tools on the way to escape.

The red-skinned goblin was thrown into a cell, left alone inside. "The leader is right, your unruly orcs are too weak, no wonder you let the goblins become the boss!" Dusaud spat at him, locked the cell door and went out.

The prisoner immediately opened his eyelids when he heard the footsteps moving away and the loud sound of the door closing. "Bastard, my arm!" he cursed in a low voice, and then began to think of a countermeasure. "A bunch of stupid guys who only rely on brute force, and they don't know what cunning and technology are!"