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Ronald was about to take advantage of this opportunity to sneak around and leave, but the shaman in the tent suddenly took a deep breath and inhaled all the smoke from the wooden bowl.

"Monroe, did anyone bring it?" said the shaman, opening his eyes and staring at the place outside the tent.

Ronald shook violently, and the steps he was about to take immediately stopped.

"Monro?" the shaman frowned when he saw that no one answered.

Whew~

The tent was suddenly lifted, and Ronald fell to the ground with a thud, his hands and feet together, huddled under his body.

The shaman's frown furrowed, his arms propped up on the ground, and he slowly walked towards Ronald.

"Munro, don't leave until I cast a weakness spell on him, and then you bring this human back and continue to imprison him. The shaman stood still with his cane in hand, and said with a normal expression.

The crutch was raised, aimed at Ronald, the shaman opened his mouth and said slowly: "Void ......" Before the words fell, Ronald on the ground jumped up suddenly, tied his hands into claws, and grabbed at the priest's throat.

A cold color flashed in the shaman's eyes, and the corners of his mouth smiled, but his body took a step back directly: "...... Weak!" invisible energy shot directly from the cane and hit Ronald on the spot.

The familiar feeling of powerlessness spread directly to all parts of Ronald's body, and while his body was still in mid-air, Ronald fell.

"Just humans, dare to sneak up on me?" The shaman pursed his lips disdainfully: "Don't think of us as your human magicians, we are not so weak. ”

"What about Monro?" the shaman asked sharply, staring at Ronald.

At this moment, Ronald snapped his fingers, and the scroll that had already been hidden in the cuff was directly broken, and a beam of golden light shot out directly from the scroll and drilled into Ronald's body.

Divine Purification!

The mysterious power that the shaman had penetrated into Ronald's body was directly dissipated under the effect of divine magic.

With a scold, Ronald flew up from the ground again, grabbing the shaman's throat, the cold texture of the power fist against his skin, like an iron tong.

The shaman let out a muffled snort, the pain in his throat that shocked him not only but also the failure of his spell.

"No talking, no warnings, no superfluous movements...... As soon as I notice you making a dangerous move, I'll cut your throat right away. Ronald turned over and stood behind the shaman, his left hand tightly clasped around his throat, and said in a cold tone.

The shaman looked annoyed, but more shocked.

He didn't understand why Ronald was able to ignore his spells.

Although the effect of the divine magic and purification looks magnificent and sacred, after all, it was not performed by the priest on the spot, a scroll was torn open, and the divine magic was directly submerged into Ronald's body, plus the angle problem, so the shaman did not notice.

"Go~huh~" The shaman's mouth made a sound, but he was pinched by Ronald, so he couldn't say anything.

Ronald led the shaman to the inside of the tent: "I don't want to kill you, and I don't want to be an enemy of your tribe. So I'll let you go later, but you'd better be honest and pay attention to your words, and if I hear you say anything suspicious of a spell, my hand won't be polite. ”

Ronald gently let go of the fingers that clasped his throat, but he still held the shaman hostage, and the strength of the fingers was maintained to allow the shaman to speak, but he could choke it instantly if necessary.

"You...... Very good...... Where is Monroe?" the shaman took advantage of Ronald's hand, quickly gasped, and said coldly.

"If you're talking about the bear-man warrior who came to find me, he's sleeping well right now. ”

"You killed him!"

"Of course not, I said, I don't want to provoke you. Would you believe me if I said that I didn't want to make trouble, I just wanted to get back to human territory safely?"

The shaman sneered: "If you say the words of a human spy, do you think I need to believe it?"

"What if I say I'm not a spy?" Ronald said in a deep voice, "The reason why I'm here is just an accident, an accident that makes me very unlucky." ”

The shaman was silent for a moment: "Munro is really still alive?"

"I don't have to lie to you, this is your tribe, there's no point in lying to you. ”

"You didn't kill Munro, it was a smart decision. We orcs will never let go of the enemy who will harm our people!" the shaman said slowly, "Now, you let me go, I promise that you will leave the tribe alive." ”

Ronald shook his head: "The conditions are not enough, if it was before, I would have been very satisfied with this result." But now, I can fight for more. I want you to make sure I can leave the Northern Wilderness Plain safely......"

Ronald spoke his terms.

"Ridiculous, why should I grant you such outrageous conditions?, and why do you think that our Hammer Tribe can meet your conditions?" the shaman scoffed, as if he had heard a great joke.

Ronald looked at the shaman with some surprise: "I'm human, of course it's difficult. But you're orcs......"

"Hahaha, I'm a little convinced that you're not a spy now, because a spy would never say such a stupid thing. The shaman chuckled lightly, raised his cane and touched the back of Ronald's hand: "Let me go, I swear in the name of the beast god, as long as you let me go, you will be able to leave the tribe safely." ”

"I don't believe in your beast gods!" Ronald said, shaking his head.

"If you don't believe me, then even if I promise you, how can you tell if what I say is true?" the shaman sneered again.

"Human, this is not your territory. This is the Northern Wilderness Plain...... Here, you have to learn to do things according to the rules of our orcs. I have sworn in the name of the beast god, and my word deserves your trust. The shaman twisted his head slightly, and said with some dissatisfaction: "What's more, what's the point of not letting me go now? In this place, they will find out the problem sooner or later, and it will be impossible for you to leave alive at that time." ”

"Sure, you can drag me to die with me, but I guess that's not the result you want. ”

Ronald didn't let go of his fingers, and while the shaman was right, it was Ronald's only leverage at the moment.

"It looks like we're out of the talk. Ronald said coldly, his fingers pinching the priest's neck with a slight force.

"Wait...... One time. The shaman felt the force on Ronald's fingers and immediately spoke, while a trace of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Is the shaman-sama ready to change his mind?" Ronald asked, retracting his strength.

"It's not that I don't promise you, it's that I can't do anything. Each tribe has its own territorial area, and if other tribes do not pass through it without permission, it will be considered a territorial encroachment, which will only lead to war. A hint of fear flashed in the shaman's eyes.

"Don't think I'm a fool, I know you orcs have the same custom of warriors. ”

"Most of the so-called warriors are alone, and such people are indeed allowed by other tribes. If that's all you want, I can send a tribal warrior to guide you...... How's Monroe?"

Ronald's heart sank, and from the shaman's tone, Ronald judged that he was not lying.

But what can a bear-man warrior do? With Munro's strength, even Ronald is no match......

As if sensing Ronald's disappointment, the shaman said again, "Or I can prepare you plenty of food and water, this is the promise I can make to you." But it is absolutely impossible to provoke a war of the Horde. ”

"Not enough, I still need the gold you have in stock. Ronald said with a stir in his heart.

"Gold coins? Our tribe does have a little, a few hundred, and I can give it to you if you want it. The shaman thought for a moment and said.

"Hundreds?" Ronald was annoyed, and the force on his fingers increased a little.

"There are only so many, what is the use of us orcs asking for gold coins, we prefer to exchange. The shaman snorted, his throat tearing at each other.

The orcs were indeed a currency without circulation, and they remained in the stage of bartering, even plundering. The most important thing is that the orcs need very little, they live in tents, eat jerky, drink stream water, have no continuation of human civilization, and do not pursue a luxurious life.

If a tribe has enough warriors and a large territory, they can even sustain the tribe by just hunting.

Gold is indeed useless to them.

"I've seen human smuggling caravans come to trade with you orcs with gold, what's going on?"

"What? smuggling caravans...... Gold ......"

When the shaman heard Ronald's words, there was a hint of shock in his eyes, and after a moment it turned to surprise: "How do you know?

Whew~!

The tent was suddenly opened, and a black body rushed in, and the iron rod slashed head-on, and the fighting spirit exploded, and the sound of breaking the air was like thunder.

Ronald was shocked, but he was not confused, and lifted the shaman to his chest.

The man roared angrily, and the iron rod swung into the air and suddenly retracted, and the terrifying fighting spirit also dissipated.

"Thorn ......" The shaman looked at the man with a hint of joy on his face.

"Shaman, I'll save you right away. ”

The man who rushed in was indeed Thorne, the chief of the Hammer Tribe, with a weapon in hand and a fierce look in his eyes, staring at Ronald with a fierce eye.

Footsteps outside the tent were frequent, only to hear the noisy footsteps, dozens of bear warriors each with weapons poured in, although the tent where the shaman lived was large, but after being crowded in by these bear warriors, the bracket "creak~creak~" sounded, and he was almost about to collapse.

"Damn human, let go of the shaman, I'll let you die a happy death. Thorn glared at Ronald, and an iron rod was held by his bear claws, making a strange noise, as if it was about to be pinched and deformed.

Ronald looked at these bear-man warriors, and his heart sank.

The shaman suddenly raised his hand, waved at Thorn, and then said in a serious tone: "Human, you just said that you saw a smuggling caravan with gold coins, is it true?"

"yes, what's wrong?" Ronald hid himself behind the shaman, one hand clasping his throat tightly.

"Caravan??" Thorn was stunned for a moment.

The other bear-man warriors also looked at Ronald with strange expressions.

The shaman got Ronald's confirmation and nodded, "I see." ”

"Thorn, mobilize the warriors of the tribe to prepare, they will definitely come before the ancestors. The shaman sighed and said in a low voice.

Thorn took a breath, his eyes still fixed on Ronald.

"Thorn, you are the chief of the tribe, how you fight, how you command the warriors, this is your responsibility. The shaman saw that Thorn was not moving, and said again.

"Shaman, even if that group of bandits comes again, it won't be like this, I'll kill this human first. As he spoke, Thorn swung his iron rod and moved.

Thorne is aggressive, and it is not difficult to kill Ronald with his gold-level strength.

However, Ronald pulled the shaman directly in front of him, and motioned to Thorn with a throat-clasped hand: "Come and try, I promise he will die before me." ”

"Despicable human ......" Thorn stood there in exasperation, gasping for breath and his chest heaving.

Vile?

Compared to orcs, humans are indeed despicable, not to mention that Ronald is still a bandit.

But taking hostages is despicable, and these orcs really feel too honest in Ronald's eyes.

"Thorn don't worry, he won't do anything to me. The shaman raised his cane and touched the back of Ronald's hand: "Human, take your hand away, this news you brought is very useful to us, I promise that they will not do anything to you, let alone use you as a sacrifice again." (To be continued.) )