Juan did not give the order immediately, he stood in the car and observed.

He saw that these orcs, about 2 meters tall when they stood upright, all had strong green muscles, had wide noses, and the fangs in their mouths were baring like wild boars.

The sticks they carry are as thick as the calves of adult humans.

At this time, the orcs also noticed Juan and his party, and they shouted wildly and gathered around a more robust orc squad leader who was about 2.5 meters tall and holding a flag.

Juan looks at their flags - black triangle on red background.

The red background seems to represent blood and fire, and the black triangle in the middle reminds Juan of the "ghost".

"Was this the banner used to be the orcs?" Juan asked Zach Sr.

"No, I've never seen this banner before."

"I want to live."

Juan knew that his orders would cause more casualties on his side, because it would be much more difficult to capture a fierce enemy alive than to kill it.

Old Zach had a solemn face, but he still conveyed Juan's order to the elven guards.

At this moment, the tall orc squad leader on the opposite side stood up and shouted loudly.

Through the translation software, Juan understood the other party's words: "Heads-up! ”

Old Zach seemed to understand orc language, and he asked, "My lord, please allow me to meet it!" ”

"That guy doesn't look weak." Juan reminded.

"According to orc tradition, if their leader is defeated in a fair duel, the rest of the orcs will surrender, and we will have a mouthful."

"I'm coming!"

Without waiting for Juan to grant Zack Sr.'s request, Trist rushed forward with a lunge.

Juan wanted to stop it, but was stopped by Old Zack: "My lord, once a fair duel begins, it must not be destroyed, otherwise all orcs will fight to the death." ”

The leader of the orc squad wielding a stick confronted Trist, who was holding a knife flower in both hands.

They move slowly and in circles around each other.

Suddenly, the leader of the orc squad roared, jumped to his feet, brandished his stick, and smashed it down on Trist.

Trist made a mistake and dodged nimbly.

Immediately, when the orc leader landed and had not yet regained his balance from the missed attack, Trist stepped forward quickly.

The knives in his hands were so fast that they left an afterimage in the air, and in the blink of an eye, four or five bloody wounds opened on the strong green muscles of the orc team leader.

"Roar!"

The orc squad leader roared, his eyes red.

It swings a big stick and sweeps, increasing its speed and power.

Trist didn't have time to dodge, and he raised his twin knives to resist.

"Bang!"

The sheer force sent Trist flying with a knife.

But just as Juan's heart was in his throat, he saw Triste twist his waist and somersault in the air, before his feet landed firmly on the ground.

The leader of the orc squad shouted and chased after him, picking up the stick and hitting it, the attack was as fierce as a raging storm.

Trist dodged left and right, agile as a dexterous swift, and let his opponent's attacks miss again and again.

The red light in the orc leader's eyes faded, and he gasped for breath, and his attack gradually slowed down.

And Trist's scimitar, at this moment, seemed to slowly and quickly skim the opponent's wrist.

The leader of the orc squad was in pain, and physiologically let go of his hand, and the stick flew out with a "whew", smashing the red soil in the cornfield like a blood flower.

Then everything was still.

Another scimitar resting on the neck of the orc squad leader announced the end of the duel.

Just when Juan wondered if the other orcs would accept the outcome of the duel, he saw that the orcs did not hesitate to drop their sticks and surrender.

It seems that duels are a sacred tradition for these orcs.

Upon returning to the elven town, the orc captives were put in the same cell where the former gendarmes held offending soldiers.

Later, Juan interrogated the orc squad leader who had injured his wrist.

"So, you relied on the underground caverns to escape the human army?"

"That's what my father told me, but when I was born, we were back on the surface."

The fierce orc squad leader before is now honest like a simple farmer, asking and answering whatever he wants, unless he himself doesn't know the answer.

"How old are you?"

The answer was to keep wrenching his fingers, and the orc squad leader seemed to have no concept of numbers.

"Orcs can live up to 150 years old," said the elder Zach Kopp, "but their aggressive nature and harsh living environment make it difficult for them to live longer than 60 years on average." ”

Juan decided to skip these inconsequential things, and he took out the captured black pennant on a red background.

"Where did this flag come from?"

"The new shaman gives, he says: either die or obey."

Juan uses a projector to show a picture of Jack.

"Is that this the person?"

"Yes, it's him, he defeated our original shaman in a duel, his spell is so powerful, just a flash of light, burned the old shaman to the point that only footprints remain."

That's not a spell, it's a "ghost" suspended in the air.

But Juan was not interested in giving the captives science, and he continued to ask:

"How many orcs listen to him now, oh no, you don't have to wrench your fingers, I'll change the question, why are you here?"

"The new shaman said that the human army has left, and now there is no defense in the Pioneer Station building, there are a lot of good things there, and he told us to hurry up and get it.

"But our patriarch, Durotan, thinks it's better to be cautious.

"But the patriarch did not dare to openly rebel against the shaman, and no one dared to rebel against the shaman, his spells were too terrifying.

"So the Dulongtan patriarch sent us out to explore the way, and if the human army really leaves, the patriarch will move over with the tribe."

"This is the land of the Moon Elves," Trist interjected, "you greenskins are not welcome. ”

"Trist!" Yaling shouted, "What are you talking nonsense? This is the land of man! ”

"But the land has always been cultivated by us, and humans have never helped, so why should we say that the land is theirs?"

"Because the whole planet is human."

"But our Moon Elves have lived here for generations!"

"That's because human beings are merciful, and you can't take other people's kindness as a benefit you deserve!"

"But I don't think that's right!"

"Enough!" Old Zach interrupted, "Trist, your brother is right, we need to know how to be grateful. ”

Zack Sr. then apologized to Juan, saying, "We Moon Elves are staunch supporters of humanity, and we have zero tolerance for any remarks that incite Moon Elves to fight against humans. ”

The issue was sensitive, and Juan couldn't take it lightly, he just smiled.

So old Zach turned to face the elves: "Even though Trist is my second son, I will not defend him, he must pay for his inappropriate remarks."

"I, the mayor of Elven Town, Zack, now announce: Trist, the Moon Elf, will be expelled from town."

"What?! Father! I've just done something for the town, but you're going to expel me?! ”