Early the next morning.

A few orcs opened the pen and shouted rudely, "Come out!

"The chief wants to see you!"

It's finally here!

Stay in this smelly and cold cage all night!

This is an unprecedented indecent treatment, but Mu Yun has been enduring it, and now he can't tear his face with the orcs, he needs the water of the holy spring to save Ying'er, and he needs the power of Hell Song to stop the outbreak of war!

Qin Yue and Meng Hu were stopped.

Mu Yun frowned and said in a half-orc language: "Bring one!"

The orcs looked at each other, nodded to each other and said, "Okay, just one!"

The half-orcs escorted Mu Yun away like a war criminal, Meng Hu showed a look of deep worry, the barbaric and unreasonable half-orcs, can it really make sense? Mu Yun was not around, Qin Yue felt insecure, but she couldn't bear the uneasiness in her heart, and carefully took care of Ying'er in a coma.

The only thing the two of them can do is to believe in Mu Yun.

The chief's tent rang out with arguments.

"Hundreds of strong warriors of the tribe have suffered from worm disease, and several of the subordinate tribes have suffered from worm disease, and the warm season has only just begun, and the rate of deterioration has increased markedly this year, and thousands of warriors are expected to die from worm disease," Grom said. If you don't find a way to control it, it might be even worse!. ”

Gordon proposed, "Catch all of these worms and burn them!"

Grom was unhappy with this: "The warriors of Hell Song, not allowing them to fight to the death, is an insult to the warriors, but also to the tribe and clan!"

Gordon snorted coldly and said, "If the worm disease is out of control, the whole tribe will be finished!

At this moment, the curtain of the big tent was lifted.

Mu Yun was escorted in, and the space in the big tent was very large, with more than ten and a half orcs standing inside. Mu Yun looked around at the surrounding environment, the big tent was supported by animal bones, the walls were covered with various treasure bone ornaments or demonic beast heads, and the rough ground was covered with a layer of high-quality fur, which was quite a high standard in the tribe.

There are more than ten half-orcs in the big tent, each of whom is a tribal leader and has extraordinary strength.

In the center sits an old orc, covered in bone ornaments, wearing a hideous chieftain mask and holding a chieftain's scepter - the current chief of the Hellsong tribe, "Gree - Hellsong!"

Grom saw Mu Yun and said, "This is the human who has defeated the warriors of my clan!"

"Gehr died at his hands?" Gordon glared at Mu Yun with strong anger and killing intent, and said: "Gehr is one of the best warriors in the tribe, this human is so fragile, how can he win if it is not for conspiracy! Our human race and the orcs are incompatible! Grom, it is an insult to your ancestors to bring the human who killed Gehr to the tribe!"

Several orcs were intensely hostile at the same time.

"That's right, all the despicable Terran monkeys have to die!"

"How can a human monkey enter the tribe, it is a blasphemy against the great Hell Song tribe!"

"Kill him!"

The orcs gritted their teeth one by one, eager to go up and peel off the skin and cramp!

"That's enough!" Grom let out a long roar like a giant elephant, drew his sword from his waist, and roared, "I use the honor of a warrior as a guarantee for his safety, whoever wants to move him in the tribe must pass me first!"

The chief never spoke, but Mu Yun could feel that there was a pair of eyes sharper than an eagle, staring at him, and the terrifying coercion caused a suffocating sense of oppression!

There has been a long debate at the top of the Hell Song tribe on the issue of the southern invasion of the Terrans! Gehr is the main fighting faction, and Grom is the non-fighting faction. Gordon was a supporter of Gehr. When Gehr died, the war was much quieter, but Gordon still insisted on fighting humanity.

Gordon said to the chief, "The northern empire of the Terrans has collapsed for a hundred years, and now is a good opportunity to retake the plains!"

"The eight major tribes have been dispatched, and the Song of Hell will ascend to the heights, and millions of warriors will respond, and they will be able to sweep across the plains in an instant, recreating the glory of the [Hammer King]!"

Gordon's eyes were frenzied.

Speaking of the King of the Hammers.

The orcs all show a yearning color, and the first generation of "Hammer King" Gruru is the pride of Hell Song and an eternal myth. It was the light of Gruru's greatness that made the song of hell extinct several times, and it was with the support of the faith of honor that the song of hell was resurrected again and again, and continues to this day.

Gordon continued: "I propose to kill this human sacrifice banner, and I am willing to lead the warriors myself to crush the human town!"

This half-orc opened and closed his mouth to kill Mu Yun.

Mu Yun smiled coldly and said in half-orc language: "If the half-orcs stay on the plateau, they can still survive for some years, if they leave the plateau...... A dead end!"

In a flash.

The temperature in the tent cooled suddenly.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes are focused on the human body.

Gordon was bruised, and said in a cold tone: "What did you say?"

"Everyone says that orcs are vast, short-sighted, and inadequate. Mu Yun was calm and calm, and said in a mocking tone: "When I see you today, why don't you be short-sighted! I am all skeptical, do you also have muscles in your brains? Mole ants, snakes and insects still know how to steal life, turtles also know how to shrink their heads into their shells to avoid natural enemies, and you hit stones with eggs and send them to death for thousands of miles! What is the difference between this and sticking your neck out and letting people cut it off!"

Mu Yun compares orcs to ants, rats, snakes, and shrunken-headed turtles?

As soon as these words came out, it can be imagined!

Gordon roared like thunder: "The orcs have the strongest warriors! The orcs have the bravest army! The orcs are the most powerful race in the north, and it is easy to exterminate the human race! This damn Terran monkey dares to tarnish the glory of the warriors! Drag it down, boil it!"

The ghost face suddenly released a spell, and an earthy yellow defense shield covered Mu Yun!

The orcs were kept out.

Mu Yun's face was fearless, "I'm not afraid of death!" But before I die, can you let me finish speaking!"

"Gordon!" the chief slowly stood up, his hoarseness was a little, but it was still thick and steady, Gordon was stopped, so he had to step aside honestly, the chief stared at Mu Yun and said, "Let him finish!"

Mu Yun said sharply: "The strongest warrior, the strongest army, is the strongest northern race?

Gordon held back his anger and snorted coldly: "At least you Terran warriors and armies are far from being comparable to half-orcs!"

"You're wrong!"

"First, compared to humans, half-orcs are like lone stars compared to the sun and moon, jackdaws are better than phoenixes, and they are not bullshit!"

"Second, the army of the half-orcs is only tough on the surface, but in fact, it is full of holes, strong on the outside and dry in the middle, and vulnerable!"

"Third, the orcs, dying and struggling, struggling to survive! You do not want to forge ahead, but you numb yourself for a long time with your short-term glory, and you cannot see the reality clearly, this is a sign of cowardice!"

"A weak, incompetent, arrogant, low-level, dull race also triumphs over humanity?"

"It's a miracle that you've survived so far!"

Brush!

"Kill him!"

The orcs were furious!

Grom also looked annoyed!

This human being is looking for death!

The territory of Hell Song, but he scolded loudly, belittled the orcs who valued honor over everything, and didn't even think it was shit, didn't he think he had a long life?

The old chief's eyes turned cold, "If you can't make it clear!

Mu Yun asked calmly: "Let me ask you, are you half-orcs immortal?"

Gordon replied, "Nonsense! What warrior in the world does not die!"

"I'll prove it to you!" Mu Yun asked, "Give me a knife!"

The chief is a look.

Grom tossed the steel knife in his hand.

"Dang!"

The steel knife fell to the ground.

The black-robed man bent down and picked up the knife.

The orcs were puzzled, unsure of what the Terrans were trying to do.

I saw the man in black holding the knife back, the tip of the knife aimed at the heart, and stabbed it in front of everyone. With a thud, the blade passed through the body, half of the blade came out of the back, and the half-beast gasped, this person is crazy?

The black-robed man slowly pulled out the knife, stabbed himself again at other vital parts, then pulled it out, and stabbed it again.

"This ......"

The orcs see it!

How many times was the Terran warlock stabbed, and he stood steadily, nothing at all.

"All the organs have been pierced, and even the head has been cut off!

"No way! There can be no immortal body in the world!" cried Gordon, "this is not a human at all!"

Mu Yun controlled the ghost face, "I'm sorry to tell you, this is a human warlock!"

Ghostface threw away the knife and removed the mask, revealing a blue-black, lifeless Terran face in his hood, and faint green fire pulsed in his dilated pupils.

"This ......"

The orcs were shocked!

A person who has been dead for a long time has not decayed, and he can still retain the ability to cast spells, and has great power!

"Such warriors and warlocks are not afraid, nor timid, nor hungry, nor tired, nor sick, nor even old! Do you dare to say that your warriors are the strongest?"

"It can't be!"

"How can there be an undead warrior in the world......

Mu Yun then continued to speak sharply: "You think that the half-orc army is invincible in the world, but as a result, a small worm that can be easily eliminated can defeat you! Not to mention the advanced equipment and armament of the human race, as well as the legion composed of thousands of undead warriors! You have the ability to vouch for honor, and again, the army of the half-orcs is the strongest!"

"I ......"

Gordon was a top martial artist, but he was suppressed by Mu Yun's momentum.

Mu Yun didn't give an inch, and didn't give the half-orc's dull and sluggish brain reaction time at all.

"The orcs think they have a glorious history, but they ignore a reality! The human race has always been the overlord for thousands of generations! The glory of the orcs is only a moment, not even eight hundred years!"

"You keep saying that human beings are despicable and cunning! In fact, Gruru is only in the weakest historical period of the human race, and he only guesses that he is lucky to get a little limited glory! Taking advantage of the danger of others, is this the way of a warrior? What is even more ridiculous is that this momentary glory has made you indulge in it for thousands of years, without thinking of making progress, and unable to extricate yourself!"

"Do you dare to say that the orcs are the strongest race in the Northlands!"

Gordon was annoyed, "You dare to insult the Great Hammer King, I will kill you!"

The chief's scepter crossed and stopped Gordon.

"You keep saying that the human race is divided, but you ignore the fact that the half-orcs have never been unified!" Mu Yun didn't give him a chance: "The half-orcs are divided, and the population is only a few tens of millions! The sixteen northern regions of the human race, any one of them has a population that exceeds your total population! Where does your self-confidence come from! Why can a scattered half-orc defeat dozens of times the number of humans, occupy dangerous terrain, build strong cities, and have excellent equipment and spells!"

"Tell me about it!"

"Why are you!"

"Why!"

The orcs were speechless!

The series of shocks is too great!

Especially the black-robed warlocks.

A great magician with an immortal body!

If every Terran warlock becomes such a monster after death, is there any chance that the orcs will survive?

In addition, what Mu Yun said also makes sense, when the half-orc race was at its most glorious, it was actually at the end of the Terran mechanical civilization and when the Terran society had collapsed, they took advantage of the void and got a little limited glory.

Mu Yun said.

The orcs are silent!

Mu Yun laughed a few times, and suddenly turned around, leaving a contemptuous back, with a look of generosity to death: "My words are finished! If you want to kill or chop, you are as you please!" But in my eyes, you are a weak, incompetent, arrogant, low-level, and dull race!"

The atmosphere in the big tent froze in an instant.