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Zhao Sicheng was thinking about the formula for shuang'er alchemy, and the tribe rushed out a team of leopard cavalry, and the leopard man rode a wild leopard, which was extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Zhao Sicheng's hornebeest carriage.

Army!

This group of leopard cavalry is an army, if not an army, but also a well-trained backbone of the leopard tribe. The cavalry not only has the same heart and mind as their own mounts, but also has a tacit understanding between the cavalry and the cavalry.

The female leopard led by the leopard said loudly: "The King of Freedom came from afar, and my father specially ordered Jinlai to take the King of Joy to a house and prepare a little wine to fulfill the friendship of the landlord." ”

After the female leopard man Jinlai finished speaking, she immediately bowed.

When Zhao Sicheng heard this, he was interested, the female leopard Jinlai is very familiar with human etiquette, and she speaks like a human being, and the salute is also a set of human beings.

Changing his posture, he said, "You're quite well-informed. ”

Hearing Zhao Sicheng say this, Jin Lai's face turned red, but Jin Lai's face was full of leopard prints, and others couldn't see it. The information of the leopard man was obtained from the rat man intelligence dealer, and Zhao Sicheng was suspected of slapping his face with this.

"Please. Jin Lai was reluctant to continue the topic, taking the lead and leading the way.

Seeing that Jinlai was displeased, the cavalry who liked Jinlai didn't care that Zhao Yong was a sword god, his face was full of anger, he waved his fist, and threatened: "That is our Jinlai princess, if you dare to be disrespectful to Jinlai princess, be careful that I fight with you." ”

Zhao Yong laughed at it, Zhao Yong is now a paper tiger, with the momentum of a sword god, in fact, it will be broken as soon as he stabs it, not only the internal organs are gone, but the source of the fighting spirit cannot condense the fighting spirit, if you really want to do it, you will immediately become a skeleton. Moreover, although humans and orcs are feuding, but the return of all walks of life is imminent, compared to the demon clan, the feud of orcs is really nothing, and the inside story is not clear below the holy level. They will be hostile to each other, but everyone above the saint level has temporarily put aside their hatred and unanimously responded to the return of all walks of life.

"Princess?" Zhao Sicheng looked contemptuous.

Orc unity. According to the tradition of the orcs, the sons and nephews of the tribal chiefs, as well as the sons of the elders, are called "Wanju", and even the boys of the excellent clansmen. They can also be named "Wanju", they are the hope of the tribe, equivalent to the son of the human race. And the daughters and nieces of the patriarch are called "Moyer". Equivalent to Miss.

The title of princess comes from humans, although the princess is more noble, but it is undeniable that the title of princess is more classy, destroying the unity of the orc race. I have discarded all the traditions, and I am still complacent and unaware. No wonder the orcs have the number of holy and god-level. It is nearly twice as many as humans, but it is beaten by humans and cowered in the bitter cold of the north. The orc aristocracy only learns the pleasures of human nobles, but they can't learn the creation of human beings.

If the cavalry calls the female leopard man "Jinlai Moye", they should pay attention, because they are the most traditional orcs. The most united orcs have dozens, if not hundreds, of orc gods behind them.

Pope Dina said that even the Lord God did not want to provoke this orc tribe, and the Light God King did not send priests to preach here.

While recalling Dina's words, she listened to Princess Jinlai's excited introduction.

Jin Lai pointed to a leopard man sitting in the center of the tribal hall and said, "This is my father Jin Jie. ”

Jin Jue is a middle-aged leopard man, if he carries a demon flag, he will be a money leopard demon in his previous life, and this image is still full of nostalgia.

Zhao Sicheng bowed his head and said, "The patriarch of Jin Jue is good. ”

As soon as these words came out, the hostility in the hall immediately converged by three points. Ten god-level, more than five hundred saint-level orcs, the momentum condensed was too terrifying. It is worthy of the orc race, a tribe of 100,000 people, there can be so many saint and god levels, although the orc race can't pass the beast city, but the human race will not set foot in the Mixu Taiser prairie lightly.

Jin Lai's hand was sideways, and he made a gesture of invitation to the old leopard man on Jin Du's left, and introduced: "This is the high priest of the black plane. ”

It was an old leopard man with the head of a black panther. It turns out that this is the high priest who is in charge of the orc inheritance, rituals, and also has the mission of spreading the belief of the gods, and is said to be more important than the patriarch.

On the surface, he didn't pay attention to it, but in fact, Zhao Sicheng had already listed this black high priest as a target who could not provoke as much as possible. Heaven and earth don't care about the orcs, this old guy can still get so much merit.

However, thanks to the fact that heaven and earth do not favor the orc race, if this old guy dares to come to find trouble, Zhao Sicheng will not be ambiguous in killing him.

"This is the shaman Jindi. "The orc shaman with various bits and pieces of ornaments on his head and a mask seems to be shrouded in a fog all over his body.

Contrary to the auspicious light of the high priest, the shaman did not know what he had done, and his head was full of anger.

"This golden shaman is not dead yet, he deserves to die at the hands of the deity. Zhao Sicheng looked at the golden shaman, his face full of smiles.

"This is the ...... of the Sword God," Princess Jinlai introduced, a god-level.

"Hello to the sword gods. Zhao Sicheng smiled and bowed his head.

The hall of the leopard tribe was peaceful on the surface, but in fact, the dark tide was surging, and several god-level orcs glanced at each other and shook their heads, indicating that they couldn't see through Zhao Sicheng's reality and reality.

After Jin Lai finished introducing the ten gods, High Priest Hei Yu asked in an unhurried tone, "I don't know what the purpose of Xiaoyao coming to the orc territory this time is?"

Seeing that the surrounding orcs were about to make a move if they didn't agree with each other, Zhao Sicheng did not answer the high priest's question, but praised: "The high priest is so well-informed!"

The high priest still looked unfazed, but the atmosphere in the hall of the leopard tribe was even more tense.

"The deity likes the title of Leisure. As for the purpose of coming to orc territory...... The main thing is to bring frost out to relax. ”

In fact, what the high priest wanted to ask most was whether Zhao Sicheng would be unfavorable to his tribe. Zhao Sicheng's demolition of the Tang family at sunset was a big deal, so as soon as he heard that the holy master was coming, the high priest immediately pulled out all the top forces in the entire tribe, and there were not so many masters in the tribal hall, and there were five hundred saint-level waiting outside the hall.

The master's five senses are keen, and the sixth sense is not weak, especially the legal profession of the high priest, the high priest is extremely reluctant to be hostile to Zhao Sicheng. Adhering to the strength of the orcs, the high priest still said: "There is no other purpose better, friends are coming, we are greeting wine and meat, enemies are coming, only fists and swords." Come! The best wine and meat!"

The high priest gave an order, and the leopard beauties of the leopard tribe rushed in and presented the best wine and meat in the tribe.

Although Zhao Sicheng and the five of them would not appreciate the beauties of the leopard people, they also knew that they were all "beauties" by looking at the saint-level and god-level looks of the leopard people.

The leopard people are very sincere, the meat is level 8 and level 9 demonic beast meat, it is very fresh, and it is cold outside, it is difficult for this group of orcs to hunt so many high-level demonic beasts.

I don't know if it's intentional or unintentional, the wine is the wine of the Pavilion. Jia Qing is indeed powerful, the territory of the orc clan that the Dark Lord Goddess Pope is very taboo about, but Jia Qing can develop the business of Xiaoyao Pavilion to the entire continent.

Wine is definitely a luxury item in the orc race, and this alone has earned countless magic cores for Xiaoyao Pavilion.

"Smack!" the sound of the bottle shattering to the ground.

As soon as Zhao Sicheng looked up, he found that it was a human old man with white hair and a rickety body. After entering the territory of the orc clan for so long, Zhao Sicheng saw a human for the first time, but the old man of the human race was not very good, except for the headbands on his head, the shackles on his wrists and ankles, in such a cold day, he actually only surrounded a piece of dirty animal skin in the vital parts, and this dress looked like ......

The saint-level leopard man closest to the old man of the human man casually took out his belt from his waist, slashed his head and covered his face at the old man, and scolded while beating back: "Cheap slave, can you move such a valuable wine?" damn Terran......@#%%......"

The old man hurriedly put on a five-body posture and kept begging for mercy.

Although the Leopard Man Sword Master didn't use the beast fighting spirit, the more he fought, the more fierce he became. Zhao Sicheng originally wanted to save it, but seeing that the old man was so old and his servility was so heavy, he was useless when he was rescued, and it was really inconvenient to hold Shuang'er.

Facts have proved that connivance is unacceptable, Zhao Sicheng did not reflect here, and four orcs came out over there and joined the ranks of punching and kicking the old man.

The most intolerable thing is that the five leopard man sword saints beat the human old man while provocatively glancing at Zhao Sicheng, although humans and orcs are feuding, this kind of revenge is inevitably too inferior.

"Enough!" Zhao Sicheng got up and jumped up with Shuang'er in his arms.

"Bang, bang, bang!bang!!" five slaps rang out in succession.

With a slap in the face, five leopard people flew up at the same time. The five leopard man sword saints raised their hands to fight back, but before they could make a move, they had already been pumped out.

Brush!

On the orc side, the saint level and the god level are in unison, pick up the weapon, and it seems that if they don't agree with each other, they will do it immediately.

"Frost is good!" Zhao Sicheng completely ignored this group of orcs, and put Frost Er away before squatting down to look at the old human man.

The old man didn't have a single warm shirt on his body, his body was already frozen, his hands and feet were even colder, and it was normal for the wine bottle to be smashed, but it was not normal if it didn't fall off. Zhao Sicheng secretly scolded, this group of orcs is definitely looking for trouble.

Since the orcs had nothing to do, Zhao Sicheng didn't have a good face: "High priest, this human deity has been taken away." ”

The high priest didn't speak, and the shaman Jin Di said in a gloomy voice: "No, we leopard human slaves, if you take it away, we will die......"

Shaman Jin Di spoke in a feminine tone, raised his right hand, and hooked the little finger of his right hand. The old man of the human race was still out of breath and out of breath and intake in little breath just now, looking like he was about to die, but now he was wailing.

Zhao Sicheng wiped it, only to find that there was something wrong with the old man's headband, which was bound by an orc shaman totem between the virtual and the real, the totem was as thick as a thumb, inserted from the Baihui acupoint, and ran through the entire skull. This thing looked quite terrifying, and Frost gasped. Humans have the brand of magical slaves, but orcs use shaman totems.

Zhao Sicheng's face changed, because Zhao Sicheng found that he knew this old human man.

He is Zhao, Si, and Yan.