Mu Yun scolded secretly in his heart: This bastard has nothing to do. This is not an ordinary duel, it is not only about the orcs evacuating the plain, but also about whether several people can escape with their whole body!

Just like Mu Yun and Qin Yue are magic idiots.

Wind Sleep has a weird style and a wild and uninhibited personality, and is essentially a standard martial arts idiot, otherwise he would not have traveled thousands of miles to challenge his opponent on the frost plateau. He doesn't care about the gambling contract, he just wants a good fight!

The Fireblade Chief is a half-orc who is nearly 60 years old!

The half-beast body can age more slowly than humans, and because of the relationship between strength and strength, the peak period has been extended by more than ten years, and the Fire Blade Chief has no signs of decline. He was a chieftain, but more of a warrior. I also want to meet this human powerhouse for a while. Moreover, when a foreign tribe challenged him in the Holy Land, the Fireblade Chief had no reason to refuse.

The Fireblade Chief put down the chieftain's scepter and walked up to the stage with a crimson greatsword: "Human, it was a mistake to challenge me!"

The sword is 1.5 meters long and 15 centimeters wide.

This is the inheritance of the Fireblade Clan, and it is said that the founder of the Fireblade Clan has a flaming giant sword that can split everything. At that time, only Gruru, the King of the Hammers, could defeat him. This sword became a symbol, and the "Fire Blade" clan appeared.

Of course, the Fireblade Clan has suffered several disasters in the long passage of time, and now the Fireblade Clan is no longer the same as the Fireblade Clan back then, and the legendary Flame Blade has long been lost, and its whereabouts have been unknown for dozens of centuries.

The crimson greatsword in the chief's hand was made by a dwarf who wandered to the plateau 350 years ago, and it has been passed down to twelve generations of chiefs, and it can be regarded as a sword with a lot of origin.

Sleep in the wind finally got your wish!

This is one of the top warriors of the Orc Plateau!

Feng Zhongmian took out the wine gourd, poured a few large sips, then threw away the gourd, and drew out the long sword in a very chic posture, the blade was like wind and frost, sharp and cold, and the surface was filled with a layer of cold white light.

The famous [Wind and Snow Sword] of the Northern Continent!

This is an ancient sword handed down by the Snow Demon, one of the thirteen alien races in the north, which is said to have been extinct thousands of years ago. The Wind and Snow Sword contains magical power, but Feng Zhongmian is very persistent in martial arts, never digging into the power of weapons, and just uses it as a handy weapon.

The Fire Blade Chief stared at the Wind and Snow Sword for a few seconds, and couldn't help but praise: "Good sword!"

Feng Zhongmian clenched his long sword: "I'm going to do it, you hurry up and get ready, don't say that I bullied the old man!"

The Fireblade Chieftain, who could understand the Terran language, smiled coldly, and said in a broken Terran language, "Fight!"

Almost instantaneously.

Everyone's eyes were delusional, and the whole person disappeared in the wind, and a cold light swept towards the Fire Blade Chief.

While!

Two blades collide together!

At the moment of the confrontation, the conditioned reflex was general, and the bodies of the two people radiated a violent Gang Qi at the same time, and the two forces collided with each other, repelled each other, and canceled each other, and two overlapping pits appeared on the ground, which were repelled by each other's Gang Qi, and the two of them flew backwards and retreated ten meters away at the same time.

Fast!

It's so fast!

The wind slipped and shot, and the air was sprayed, almost instantaneously completed,

The Fireblade Chief is as steady as a rock.

It's bound to be a great battle!

Every orc held their breath, and when the Wind Sleep saw the Fire Blade Chief blocking his attack, he laughed out loud, as if he was very happy, the master in Snow City, Wind Sleep had already beaten it all over, and none of them could be compared to the Chief in front of him!

The trip to the plateau has really come to the right place!

"Come again!"

Feng Zhongmian slashed out three sword qi in a row, and the Fire Blade Chief repelled it with a burst of anger, Feng Zhongmian seized the opportunity and attacked like a gust of wind, and the white sword light was like a wave, instantly flooding the Fire Blade Chief in all directions.

It's so strong, it's worthy of being a half-orc, and the strength of one hand can block my two hands!

There were more than a dozen rounds of confrontation in the wind, and in terms of speed, the advantage was obvious, the human race produced more than a dozen swords, and the half-orcs had the opportunity to counterattack two swords. The Fire Blade Chief's style of play is very steady, with strong wrist strength and heavy giant sword, every blow shocks the wind and sleeps in the two hands numb, and there is a clear advantage in physical strength. Like an impermeable rock, blocking all kinds of attacks in the wind, it seems to want to adopt attrition tactics.

The Fireblade Chief didn't have it easy.

The speed of sleeping in the wind is too fast, whether it is the speed of movement or the speed of the sword. The sword skills of Sleep in the Wind are also superb, and although they use high-frequency fast sword attacks, they do not show many flaws.

This Terran warrior is surprisingly powerful!

He hit faster and faster.

He attacked more and more!

By the time the Fireblade Chief realized that something was wrong, the entire ring was in the wind, and it was already difficult for him to bring the momentum back.

The most terrifying thing is that sleeping in the wind seems to have reservations, and the speed increases like endless growth. Whenever the Fire Blade Chief couldn't resist it, he had no choice but to erupt his body protection qi, but he could always avoid it like a nimble swallow when he slept in the wind.

Therefore, on the surface, it seems that the Fireblade Chieftain is consuming the Wind Chieftain, but in fact, the Wind Sleeps is consuming the Fireblade Chieftain.

Sleeping in the wind consumes physical strength.

The Fireblade Chieftain had to replace it with Gang Qi.

This is very uneconomical for the Fire Blade Chief, this level of martial arts, Gang Qi is a crucial factor in determining victory or defeat, but there is a way to recover with special skills, or increase in a short period of time.

Seeing this, Grom secretly said in his heart: "The Terrans are going to win!"

Really.

The rhythm of the Fire Blade Chief was chaotic, and a series of sword lights like a storm made him begin to retreat one after another, and Feng Zhongmian swept out a few more sword qis.

No way!

The Fire Blade Chief had to spew out the Protective Gang Qi, and when the erupted Gang Qi dispersed the sword Qi, the Fire Blade Chief could no longer erupt the Gang Qi within four or five seconds. Sleeping in the Wind was like a big bird volleying a sword in the air, and the Fireblade Chief blocked the attack with his sword.

"Oops!"

The moment the Fire Blade Chief caught the attack, Feng Zhongmian released the Gang Qi, the long sword was just a feint, and the real attack was Gang Qi!

The Fire Blade Chief wrapped his whole body with true qi, but he also flew out upside down under the impact of the qi.

Golden opportunity!

Feng Zhongmian's knees were slightly bent, and he held the long sword in both hands, and suddenly his legs kicked, and his strong true qi suddenly burst out, and the whole person seemed to turn into a light Feiyan.

"Yan Hui Chop!"

Sleep in the wind jumped into the air.

A sword light curved through the sky.

He returned to his original position, only with his back to him, his sword pointed diagonally at the ground, in a cool pose. The Fireblade Chief was in the air, his body bursting into a cloud of blood mist, and he fell to the ground with a heavy blow, and the greatsword fell under the ring.

The orcs of the Fireblade Clan were shocked: "Chief!"

The Fireblade Chief did not die, a huge wound appeared on his body, because the Wind and Snow Sword had a frost effect, so it did not cause heavy bleeding, but it was enough to make him lose the ability to continue fighting.

"You've won!"

In the dueling arena of the half-orcs, there is only a difference between victory and defeat, and there is no difference between the high and low races.

Mu Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Isn't it time for you to get the orcs out of the plains?"

More than a dozen Terran towns have fallen, marginal villages and towns have been encroached, and a lot of resources have been transported to the plateau, and now it is time to take the opportunity to force the orcs to retreat.

It's a very uncomfortable thing for a half-orc to withdraw just after tasting the sweetness.

Grom was resolutely opposed to war with the Terrans, and immediately said to Mu Yun: "The orcs say they will do it!"

The dominance of the human race in the plains is by no means something that can be shaken by orcs. If there is a fight, the human race will be broken, and the half-orc race will not be better, there are frost trolls and other racial threats behind them, and the elite power is used in the south, which is too dangerous.

"I'll retreat with you!"

"We agree!"

"Let the warriors come back, we attack the North Ice Field!"

The Arctic is the main area where frost trolls live, and the orcs have been deceived and want to seek justice.

The Fireblade Chieftain was healed from his injuries and had no worries about his life for the time being, so he was a little embarrassed and said: "The warriors of the Fireblade have finally captured Rock Town, and the large copper mine can transport a large amount of Fire Copper ......"

Defeated by Sleep in the Wind.

Nothing to say.

I just want to send the copper back and then withdraw the troops.

That's a thousand tons of fire-copper!

Armor, weapons, ...... How much does that have to make?

Copper is a relatively cheap metal, and the value of ordinary copper is 1/1000th of that of Mithril. Coinage Fire Copper cannot absorb the true qi of warriors, so it cannot be used to directly forge equipment, and needs to go through a series of processes to refine, and finally obtain the refined fire copper of the caster, which can be used to build equipment.

Refined fire copper is five or six times more expensive than coinage fire copper, and does not exceed 2,000 silver coins per ton.

1,000 tons, but two or three thousand gold coins!

Baicheng is a big family, and the total wealth is more than that!

Qin Yue's father, Qin Shizhong, was a wealthy businessman who was worth 10,000 gold.

A large copper tripod with a height of 4 meters and a foot distance of 4 feet to hold the sacrifices in the sacrifice will use up about 20-30 tons of copper. Thousands of tons of fire copper, it's really not too much, the orcs don't have the means of transportation, and they are sent to the plateau by manpower, I'm afraid it will be difficult!

But it can't be helped.

The temptation of fire copper is too great for the half-orcs!

Forge tools, craft armor, craft weapons, craft ritual vessels, craft buildings...... All need metals, the semi-orc metallurgical technology is backward, fire copper is a rare metal that is completely mastered, but the plateau copper mine is scarce, 50 million half-orc population, per capita copper is scarce, eighty percent of the half-orcs are using stone sticks, bone sticks, and wooden sticks as weapons.

Mu Yun didn't want to delay time, "Actually, I found a mythril mine on the plateau, which is worth the equivalent of dozens of large copper mines!"

Mu Yun pointed out the location of the Mithril Mine.

Judging by the size of the honeysuckle, the amount of Mithril will be very staggering, enough to be excavated for many years. Mithril is an energy metal, and there are derivative resources in the veins, and the most conservative estimate is as high as hundreds of thousands of gold coins!

That's a huge fortune for this impoverished orc!

"Mithril Mine?"

The orc looked disappointed instead, "Mithril is not hard enough, and the absorption rate of true qi is not high, so it is not suitable for making weapons or armor!"

"Mithril is also very difficult to refine! We don't have the ability to craft Mithril equipment!"

Half-orcs have no law system, and the value of Mithril Mine to half-orcs is far less than that of a fire copper mine. Besides, with the half-orc metallurgical technology, it is not even possible to refine high-purity Mithril from raw ore, let alone refine Mithril!

"As long as you are willing to mine. Mu Yun guessed the half-orc's thoughts, and promised, "I will contact the clan caravan to come over regularly to buy the Mithril Ore." Swap with oil, salt, food, tools. Of course, if you like copper, we can also exchange it for refined copper, or even directly for forged copper!"

That's for the best.

Can the two communities really build a relationship of mutual trust?

The emotional intelligence of the orcs is far inferior to that of the Terrans, and they are not good at intrigue and trickery, what if they are sold by the Terrans?

Use one's noodle!

One of the clan chiefs said, "We need time to discuss!"

"I don't have time to wait!" Mu Yun made an impatient look, and suddenly his gaze fell on the hundreds of orcs who had been counterattacked by the demonic power, "I know a method of building a [Purification Altar]. As a sign of the Terrans' sincerity, I will send you the blueprints to heal the tainted warriors for you. ”

The Purification Altar can dispel the undead and monsters that come to attack, and it can also dispel the aura of demons and the undead.

The orcs couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

This is exactly what is needed most now!

Because the half-beast warriors of the eight major clans are more or less affected, and all of them are corrupted by the power of demons.

"The altar can't be given away for free, and you need to exchange something for it. Mu Yun had already thought of what he needed: "I want the water of the Holy Spring!"

The water of the holy spring is very rare, and the strength of the eight major clans is only a little bit collected. If the spring water is not collected, and if the purification altar is lost, the clansmen may be left with the root of the disease, which is more important, and the orcs know.

"Yes, but it can't be given to you until the altar is built and proven valid!"

"This altar is very simple and can be completed in a few days!"

Mu Yun didn't have any opinions.

Obtain the water of the Holy Spring, and the war ends.

Muyun's arduous journey to the plateau has finally come to an end!

This was the first time he had contact with a half-orc in this period, and the whole process was not without difficulty, but with his extraordinary courage and knowledge, Mu Yun faced it calmly and was able to retreat with his whole body.

Although a series of things have happened, the sacrifice of the Prison Song Tribe has to continue, and now the Eight Great Clans have no way, let alone qualification, to stop it!

Grom will complete the sacrifice himself.

He will also become famous in one fell swoop and become one of the most famous warriors on the plateau!