The axe wind brought up dust and dust, and Tails had to close his eyes.

But he finally escaped the fate of being cut in two.

At the last moment, a single-edged glaring axe swung from the direction of the campfire and slashed into the orc's unprotected armpit with an earth-shattering roar.

With an earth-shattering cry of pain, red blood gushed out from the orc's body, drenching the face of Tails, who was wheezing in pain.

Salty, pungent.

With this sword, the orc's crude giant axe came out of his hand, and with the momentum of tearing the earth apart, he sank deep into the sand, sinking into the left shoulder of Tails.

The tall orc roared in an unfamiliar language, and he turned, and his thigh-thick arms swung towards the master of the fighting axe, but he nimbly avoided it.

"Get up!"

The powerful voice of the bald mercenary Dean rang out, incomparably clear in the shouts around him, and lifted Tails' spirits.

"There's no time to rest!"

The power of the end flowed to the boy's back and chest, making his chest tighter a little. Tails rolled over, trembling and clinging to the orc's great axe, struggling to his feet, wiping the blood from his face, and recovering his numb hands and feet in shock.

The orc he had pierced through the neck was still the same furious appearance, ignoring the blood gushing from the wounds on his neck and armpits, but roared angrily at Tails' incomprehensible words and threw himself at Big Dean.

The composed mercenary with an axe in both hands rushed towards the orc, but at the moment of approach, he rolled sideways, deftly dodging the orc's ferocious pounce.

"Hula, Nadalelis!" the fluttering orc howled in frustration and turned around.

With a frenzied pounce, the blood of the orcs spilled and watered the arid earth.

Dean stared at the orc's feet tightly, but did not make a hard encounter with it, but only used his size and pace to make a feint, dodging the opponent's two powerful impacts in succession.

It's like a bird avoiding a ferocious leopard.

The blood of the orcs flowed slower and less.

Finally, Tails was relieved to see that the orc gasped, its body swayed slightly, and its movements slowed down.

Dean didn't miss the opportunity.

He erupted in an instant, whirlwind back to the orc's side, his axe blade swinging, severing the ugly head.

The headless body swung its massive arms several feet long for the last time, and fell to the sand.

Tails breathed a sigh of relief.

"You saved me a lot of trouble for that," Dean gasped and pulled him up, tossed the spare one-handed sword at his waist to the boy, and kicked the sturdy corpse, "but remember, Wya, don't get entangled with them—orcs don't fall immediately when they're injured, and the more seriously they hurt, the more ...... hurt."

"The more dangerous they fight back...... I know," Tails gritted his teeth and took the weapon, "I'm sorry, someone taught me, it's just when I'm faced with real combat......"

In the classrooms of the Northlanders, although thousands of years have passed since the Battle of the Saints, those strong, fearless aliens are still their eternal enemies.

In the entire kingdom of Exeter, the Lookout Lords of the Far North are the most transcendent Grand Dukes, and in the face of the Gongju King, they even have to avoid paying a considerable part of the taxes for the formation of elite troops whose reputation is not weaker than that of the White Blade Guards, the Glacier Lookout, all because the Hustel family has been shouldering the heavy responsibility of guarding the thirty-eight lookouts for generations and guarding the glacier orcs north of Quegul.

Since the founding of Exeter, more than twenty co-kings have led their armies north to support and fight against the glacial orc tribes that have crossed the border south, whether it is the military training that the responsible Northland nobles have received since childhood, or the regular training of the conscripts, how to fight against the orcs is one of the compulsory courses.

The guards at Valhalla all said that Nicolai had been at the Thirty-Eight Lookouts before he got that nickname, following King Nunn, proving that he was not inferior to the orcs, but facing the delicate Grand Duchess and her looked more like a dagger threading a needle, and the meteorite who had a lot of knowledge about how to defend against the orcs could only sprinkle all the depression of "not meeting the talent" on the second student - anyway, the Star Prince had no chance to go north- For example, violently pushing down Tails with a big axe countless times, or beating Tails unceremoniously after shouting countless timeouts, in the beautiful name "This is the power of orcs".

But what Tails didn't expect was that he had forgotten Nicola's teachings after all, when he encountered the first battle of the orcs.

Tails looked at the headless corpse with fear, thinking about the force it had with irresistible force as it threw itself out of the neck through the gap in its neck.

What kind of race is this!

The orcs who were left to the desert after the end of the battle may be slightly different from their terrifying distant relatives stuck in the north, but many things remain the same, such as their massive size, amazing resilience, tolerance to pain and temperature, terrifying explosiveness, and their notorious near-death counterattack among humans - the famous Predator is said to have died at the foot of a dying orc's final sword.

Dean didn't say anything, just pounded Tails' chest, and the sorrow between his eyebrows lingered.

"Be careful!"

In Luisa's rush of applause, Dean pushed Tails away.

A vicious mace smashed into the sand between them, sending the sand flying.

There was more to Dean's side than that, and he turned back to grab another orc's irregular scimitar and dodged it.

Tails steadied his footing, and in the moonlight he saw the mace's owner, an orc with blue paint on his face, a hideous scar on his left eye, hair on his head tied into short braids, more armor than his previous kind, and a little larger, almost one and a half times the height of an adult human.

Its eyes glanced at the corpse on the ground, then lifted its lips, revealing two rows of clenched teeth, first at the entangled Dean and then at Tails.

"Ser," the orc in front of him vibrated his rough vocal cords and spoke slowly, "Luma, Sokadarsel. ”

Tails couldn't make out the orc's expression, but that didn't affect his ability to judge the other party's emotions.

The undried orc blood on his face was a little sticky, and the prince endured the fishy smell and set up his sword.

[Orcs, they smash your skull as effortlessly as we smash eggs......]

This is what the awkward Grivoy told Tails before parting in Longxiao City.

Tails is now deeply touched by this.

Almost every one of them was seven or eight feet tall or even taller, their strength was astonishing and their movements were swift, and the weapons in their hands were heavy and rough, but they were no worse than well-forged human weapons.

Size, strength, constitution, each of which is superior to human beings...... It's hard to imagine how the miracle of thousands of humans breaking 20,000 orcs was created in the battle of the saints two thousand years ago?

Tails gritted his teeth.

In the distance, with a two-handed sword and nimble steps, Luisa dragged three enemies with difficulty but surprisingly.

McGee rolled and sprang through the sand with agility alone, his twin knives flying, confusing the sight of multiple enemies, fighting and walking through debris and obstacles, trying to get closer to Luisa.

Hubert, Old Hammer, Kanzer, and Quickrope were back to back, struggling to fend off the orcs who surrounded them,

Others are not so lucky.

Although the merchants also had their own weapons, their skills were obviously not comparable to those of the mercenaries, and the caravans suffered heavy casualties under the crushing of the orcs in both quantity and quality, and the screams around them were still endless.

The shouts continued, but the orcs no longer hid their surprise attack, unfamiliar language and majestic voices that shook through the dunes.

"Wya, there's one more point to the fight against the mongrels," Dean gasped and swung his axe back at the enemy, "Don't be left alone at any time, even if it's one-on-one." ”

Under the moonlight, two more tall, muscular gray figures slipped down from the sand dunes, armed with weapons, and charged towards them.

"Go and join Luisa, and I'll cover you. ”

Tails nodded nervously.

"Run!"

Almost at the moment when the boy pulled his legs, the blue-painted orc roared and slammed it with a stick: "Vlaka!"

But Dean didn't let him succeed, and the fighting axe deflected the mace in the air.

"Boom!"

Listening to the wind howling behind him, Tails resisted the urge to turn back, and he desperately called out for the sins of the River Hell, rushing back to the campfire with incredible speed, throwing himself to the ground, and drawing a shield from Hubert's bag.

As soon as he looked up, he caught a glimpse of a majestic figure raising a scimitar towards him!

The swordsmanship that has been tempered countless times is instinctively unleashed.

Raise your shield and aim it at your enemies...... There are only two situations in which it can be put down. 】

[You die, or the enemy dies. 】

The teachings that have not faded in the past six years are ringing in my ears again.

Iron Body!

The scimitar slammed into the shield.

"Bell!"

In the terrible loud noise and impact, the terrifying force surged!

At that moment, Tails had the illusion that the blow was almost enough to break through the walls.

His footsteps slid backwards in the sand, and the shield in front of his arm trembled violently.

But Tails stopped.

It was customary for him to be ready for the onslaught from the moment he raised his shield, and his feet were ready to unload his strength - a habit of Northland swordsmanship that had been scoffed at by many, from Nicolai to Wya, who thought that Tails' defense was too stiff, too conservative, lacking agility and swiftness, and there was no room for counterattacks.

But at the moment of receiving this knife, Tails suddenly realized.

In the confrontation with the orcs, you have little chance of being "nimble" or "quick".

The terrifying strength of the orcs belies so much compared to their human counterparts, and their fatal blows will tear apart your moves in the moment of hand-to-hand combat, distorting your movements, and rendering your bells and whistles and whimsical subsequent reactions worthless.

If you lose your temper on the first leg of the power disparity......

"Serka!" the orc roared, strolling!

Tails subconsciously shook his arm, transformed into a counterattack style, turned around to remove the force of the impact, and turned to the opponent's side.

This is another much-criticized swordsmanship trait.

Are you in heat?Who are you going to twist your ass for?The big stallion?Or the grand duchess next to you?—— are Nicolai's mean words, after he kicked Tails down in one of his lessons.

The prince took a deep breath and lowered his posture, the power of the end surging into his right hand, throwing out the first attack since the engagement.

"Whew!"

The blade sliced open the orc's unprotected knee, bringing out a cloud of blood.

The second set of offensive styles of the Northland military swordsmanship, the side attack style - broken heel.

Tails frowned subconsciously.

The orc cried out in pain, its left leg slightly discordant, but the attack was even more violent.

Tails forced himself to calm down, and did not rush to attack, but surrounded the opponent's injured leg, and used his small body to fight and retreat, and the shield and the opponent's scimitar as if to tear through the air were exchanged three times, shaking his arm numb.

The power of the end flowed through his body, and the senses of hell reflected not only every movement of this enemy in his brain, but also the situation in the distance: Dean was chased and intercepted by three orcs, and Luisa broke through one of his opponents and charged at him.

Finally, Tails seized his chance, and after another iron blow, his sword poked out like a rattlesnake and pointed at its chest in the gap between the opponent's attacks.

The orc's skin was rougher and harder than expected, but the enemy's momentum helped Tails, and the prince, who gritted his teeth, only felt the shield and the sword shake!

"Poof!"

Slippery, warm liquid flowed out, down the edge of his sword, onto his arm.

"Hula!" the chest-pierced orc cried out vigorously, his face contorted to become uglier and uglier.

Tyres, who had learned the lesson, knew that something was wrong, he did not hesitate, drew back the long sword and pounced on the side!

The next second.

"Bang!"

The campfire at his side was shattered by the enemy's fatal slash, and sparks flew in all directions.

The orc didn't go any further—Luisa emerged from the darkness and slashed off its sword-wielding palm.

"Beautiful!" Luisa avoided the dying opponent and allowed the orc to roll in the pain of burning, piercing his chest and severed hand, and violently hammered the ground beside him, "First time I've seen an orc?"

Tails shook his head, and he only felt numb and painful all over his body.

"The second time. ”

The first time, it was already Jae by Dean.

But they didn't have time for small talk: Luisa brought not only support, but also the two orc opponents who followed.

The wind was howling, and Tails subconsciously rolled again!

However, his movements were not very standard, and he was still swept to the shield by the enemy's heavy sword.

Tails only felt a tremor in his left hand, then lost his balance, landed on his head and face, and gnawed two mouthfuls of sand uncontrollably.

Damn it!

Genie had told him that if you fell on the battlefield, you would be ......

Tails rolled over and watched as the heavy sword continued to strike at him.

At this moment, a figure collided from the side, and the orc holding the sword slammed out a few meters away!

It's a big-bellied Haken.

"Luisa!"

Sweating profusely to save Tails' life, Harken wielded a terrifying hammer and wielded it with a fierce wedge, forcing several enemies back in succession.

Tails struggled to his feet and nodded to him gratefully.

"The breeze is down, and the fire is dead," the scarred Haken said with hatred on his face, "The grey mongrels know that they are the sentinels of the periphery, and eight or nine of them go around together......"

"!"

The female captain cursed and slashed at the shoulder armor of an orc.

"Whew!"

A long arrow strikes, repelling an orc who wants to flank Luisa.

"They've figured out we're the key, and they're coming this way," the archer Ponga said back after Haken, his face anxious, and there were not many arrows left in his quiver, "I met the gray bastards' marksmans, and that guy didn't hit me three times—"

But he couldn't finish his words.

In the next second, a rough black arrow with hideous tail feathers burrowed into Ponga's chest with astonishing force, penetrating through the side of his armpit.

Tails slammed!

"...... Daddy is right," the archer looked at the arrow that pierced him in astonishment.

"No matter how accurate it is, it's a fart. ”

Pang Jia struggled to spit out the words and fell weakly: "If you can't shoot, you still lose." ”

"Ponga!" Luisa's mournful cry rang out, "Fuck bastard!"

Tails looked into the distance in disbelief: on the moonlit sand dunes, an orc with his lips painted white coldly lowered a frighteningly large and heavy black bow and began to deal with his wounds—three long arrows that shimmered brightly.

But they had no time to care about their fallen comrades, and another group of orcs came from afar.

Tails raised his shield as hard as he could, and rushed behind Luisa in three or two steps, stopping an attack on her bewildered side, but he was shaken by the force of the other party.

No way.

Combat power is not at all a level.

And so on......

He was about to turn around and greet Haken, but—

"Be careful!" exclaimed Tyers!

Haken's hammer was enough to repel an orc who wanted to pounce on him, and when he was panting, an orc figure suddenly appeared behind him!

"Bell!"

A familiar mace slammed into Haaken's weapon, knocking him to the ground.

Tails tries to rush to his rescue, but the orcs on his side attack again.

The face of the orc who had struck Haken was painted with familiar blue paint, and he lifted the dazed Haken and looked at Tails fiercely, his eyes bursting with hatred that even aliens recognized: "Vlaka!"

In the next second, Tails watched in horror as Haakon's head was clasped by the blue-faced orc, and it howled angrily like a chicken and buckled Haakon's head to his chest!

With tremendous force, the collision between the skull and the steel made a terrible sound:

"Kara!"

Tails shuddered!

"No! Haken!" Dean's roar came from behind the blue-faced orc.

In this way, the head of Haken, the Allenbian who had wanted to marry his sister to Tails, changed shape and became something red and white, and squirted out.

His whole body slipped and fell to the ground weakly, motionless.

[Orcs, they smash your skull as effortlessly as we smash eggs......]

This sentence echoed in Tails's mind again, and it made him extremely frightened.

"Thork! Flaka!" the blue-faced orc roared at Tails, flicking his sticky left hand and striking his own brain-stained and blood-stained breastplate, as he walked along.

But it turned around halfway through.

"Bastard!" Dean pounced, his axe colliding with his mace, "I'm your fucking enemy!"

Tails shook his head, banishing the fear out of his head.

But the killing did not end, and the blood in the shadow of the sword and sword was still there.

The shouts of the orcs had not abated, but the screams and exclamations of the caravans had become less and less.

"Behind!" "Behind!" a bruised Northlander Kanzer lunged at Dean and knocked him out of the way, helping the bald head block an axe blow from behind.

Chased by several orcs, Old Hammer and Fast Rope came panting, broke through the encirclement and joined them, and stepped up to the front row to replace Tails and Luisa, who were gradually exhausted.

"Caravan, and others," Luisa, who had been under siege, got a rare respite: "How's it going?"

"Hubert is gone. The old hammer turned and dodged a heavy blow, and simply reported the death of his companion.

The fast rope voice trembled and took his words: "He broke the back for us." ”

Luisa stomped her leg in pain.

There is no time left to mourn for his companions.

"There's no caravan left," McGee, who was in disarray, said from behind, "I'll go find the horses, and if we don't break through, we'll all die here!"

The old hammer swung in a desperate manner, temporarily forcing four enemies in one direction several steps away.

"Damn!" Luisa gasped in pain: "Dean!"

"I know!" Dean's voice was a little distorted during the engagement, but he still seemed to hold on to his thoughts:

"Sudden attacks by archers, armor, weapons, and beasts at the same time, organized tactics and arrangements......"

"Plus this scale......"

"These grey bastards!"

The bald mercenaries gritted their teeth and shouted, "They're not exiles!"

"They are tribal warriors, regular warriors of a large tribe in the desert!"

Tails was slightly stunned.

Big tribes?

Orc ...... Tribe?

At this moment, a strange sound came.

"Chirp!"

"Be careful!" Dean shouted angrily, shaking the angry blue-faced orc with a false move, and yelled at Kanzer:

"Soldier lizard!"

Tails' scalp tightened: a large, non-human figure on all fours writhed and screamed, darting through the sand!

In the next second, a giant gray-yellow lizard the size of an ordinary person jumped in front of Kanze, and the scales on its body were clearly visible.

It crashed into the mercenary formation, biting Kanzer's arm and pulling him in circles, causing the Northland man to let out a cry of pain.

Tails gritted his teeth and stepped forward, stabbing the monster with a sword, only to be sliced open by its scales.

Kanzer waved his left arm in pain, trying to shake off the lizard's bite.

It was his last effort.

Another orc seized the opportunity, its heavy straight blade slicing through the air with a piercing scream, splitting Kanzer's right chest.

Under the rough weapon, there was even a noticeable notch in the right armpit of the Northlander.

"Poof—"

Blood shot out, staining Tails at Kanzer's side red.

"Ahhh

"No!" Dean roared in a terrible rage, kicking the fire and the burning wood fell on the lizard's body.

Quickrope screamed, grabbed all the firewood on the ground, and threw it at the monster in the desert.

The soldier lizard finally couldn't hold back the flames, let go of Kanzer's arm, and retreated into the darkness.

But Kanze, who had been split in half, was left with only trembling strength, and he fell limply to the ground, and soon did not move.

"Ahh

The onslaught of the lizards was catastrophic, and Dante's greatswords were disrupted in formation.

Many orcs took advantage of the situation to attack, and without the support of the flanks, everyone instantly fell into the dilemma of having more than one enemy - Tails found himself facing two orcs at the same time.

In the face of their tremendous power, he was almost in a desperate situation, the sin of the Prison River never stopped, and coupled with the timely dodge and unloading in the swordsmanship of the Northland army, he could withstand that chilling power.

The tide of the battle has taken a turn for the worse.

The prince thrived left and right under the threat of the axe and greatsword, and the shield groaned as if it was about to shatter in the next moment.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and the fast rope flew out several meters away and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Worst.

Tails bit his chapped lip, the hope in his heart fading little by little.

The fighting is getting quieter.

The caravan had fallen completely silent, and the only people still fighting in Dante's greatsword were Dean, Luisa, and Old Hammer.

McGee, who went in search of the horses, had long since disappeared into the enemy pile.

"Hold on!" Louisa's voice sounded in their ears beyond the encirclement, sounding very bad, but still trying to motivate them: "Believe McGee—he is a boneless, a darling of the desert!"

Hang on?

Believe?

Tails took a step back, staggering to dodge a deadly sword slash.

Believe what?

He breathed in pain, his sword and shield trembling from the multiple blows.

Through the senses of hell, the boy could feel that there were more and more orcs around him, most of them holding weapons and staying quietly on the periphery—perhaps rushing up to take over his companions as soon as there was a vacancy, perhaps waiting for their victory out of arrogance.

Looking at the growing number of enemies in all directions, Tails began to believe that his luck was probably over.

He knew that the opponent was too strong, both in number and in strength.

They have little to no chance.

He just fought with the instinct of never giving up for so many years.

The sins of the River of Prison seem to have reached their limits.

"Bang!" came a blow not far away, and the old hammer fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

Damn it.

Tails sighed inwardly and rolled hard, only to find himself at the feet of another orc.

He felt a chill in his heart.

It's it.

It's the blue-faced orc.

It lowered its head, its expression grim.

In the next second, the mace struck the ground!

"Bang!"

Tails threw away his shield and dragged his aching body to dodge the blow in a slump of relief.

He knew that for humans, these orcs' attacks were fatal.

As for the chances of raising the sins of the Hellriver?

Come on, under this kind of fierce fighting, there will be no "checkmate but not death" as the black sword says.

There is no chance of shedding blood and then unleashing magical energy.

Once he was hit, he would immediately know if the ferryman of the Prison River was a legend.

Tails struggled to get up, but before he could stand his feet, a scimitar struck his sword!

"Bell!"

Under the huge force, coupled with the unsteady movement, he didn't withstand a single blow, and the long sword fell out of his hand and fell again.

The weapon landed in the sand with a dull thud.

Finished.

Tails trembled, and only felt a sharp pain in his arm.

Compared to Ginny, to Waiya, and even to Nicolai and Monty, whom he had opposed......

This level of combat ......

He turned over with difficulty, only to see the blue-faced orc in armor approaching.

It bared its hideous teeth at the prince and slowly raised its mace.

"Flaka. The orc said coldly.

Damn it.

Tails was a little unconscious.

Flaka......

What does this mean exactly?

In the class of Longxiao City, have you ever learned?

Dean and Louisa's angry shouts were still in their ears.

Tails gasped and groped around, trying to find anything that would cut the blood.

But he failed.

In the next second, the mace fell violently!

Tails closed his eyes.

Small slippery head.

Remember, you have to learn orc language well.

Otherwise, you won't know what you are doing when you die......

Right now.

"Boom!"

The sound of steel clashing.

In the dust, Tails broke out in a cold sweat!

He snapped his eyes open.

The enemy's weapon missed, smashing deep into the side of his skull.

Tails' heart was not beating, and he stared at the scene in front of him in a daze:

An extremely thick, sharp iron fork stuck in the gap between the mace, blocking its tracks.

The iron fork was attached to a thicker wrist without a palm—as if it had been melted into bone.

The blue-faced orc, who had been prevented from killing, seemed dissatisfied, and turned to the owner of the iron fork, to the owner of the severed arm.

"Nasser!"

The orc roared wildly, even the blue paint on his face wrinkled.

It became agitated and pointed to Tails on the ground with its left hand: "Cell, Flaka!"

But the owner of the iron fork only shook his head slowly.

The right arm attached to the iron fork still held the mace, and did not relax at all.

An unfamiliar word came out of its deep voice:

"Sorino. ”

Tails stared blankly at their negotiations.

"Sorino," repeated the owner of the Iron Fork Arm flatly:

"Sorino, Satouselle. ”

The blue-faced orc seemed to be very angry, its breath getting thicker and thicker, and its gray skin trembled slightly.

But the owner of the Iron Fork Arm seemed to be unusual, and after a few seconds, the blue-faced orc roared and reluctantly withdrew his weapon. It glared at Tails, its tiny eyes full of hatred.

Tails lay stiff on the ground, only to feel that his overused body was about to lose control.

The blue-faced orc raised his head and roared angrily at him, "Naku!"

The next moment, as if receiving an order, all the orcs, whether in battle or not, put down their weapons and took a step back in unison.

Even a ferocious beast like a soldier lizard was firmly lassoed and suppressed by two orcs with ropes.

The orcs dispersed, revealing Louisa, who was wheezing with her sword, and Dean, who was holding her up.

The owner of the iron fork is also exposed.

Tails saw it.

This is another orc.

Another special orc.

The blue-faced orc in armor was already huge, but this orc was almost larger than the former, and even two people taller.

That's not its biggest feature.

It's skin.

The orc's skin was pure black, much darker than his companions around him.

It had a thick stack of snow-white fur draped over its shoulders, and it looked like some kind of ferocious beast, and under the fur was a metallic black armor, apparently of great status.

It has three parallel hideous scars on its forehead that extend to the bridge of its nose like claw marks, its lips are light gray, and the hair on the top of its head is more vigorous.

Tails frowned.

It is...... Chieftain?

But the remaining mercenaries exclaimed.

In the next second, the all-black orc leader curled his black lips and raised his stout left hand at them—its palm tightly wrapped around the neck of a human captive, allowing him to struggle in vain.

"No, no," Luisa said with a slight cry, "No." ”

Dean sighed, "McGee. ”

The desolate skeleton who was choked by the neck trembled, his expression was scattered, and his hands limply climbed up the huge arms of this special orc, but he could not make even the slightest resistance.

Tails shook his head in despair.

Finished.

The orc let out a sound similar to laughter, and threw the weakened McGee to the ground, then raised his severed wrist and aimed the iron fork above at the remaining mercenaries.

The next moment, the pure black orc slowly spoke.

To the surprise of Tails and the two mercenaries, what came out of each other's mouths was a fluent Western Continent lingua franca with a desert accent.

"Human," the orc's deep voice seemed to shake the sand, "you fought valiantly, taking away the fighting spirits of the four tribesmen, and earning our respect." ”

Louisa glared in surprise, and Dean frowned.

There were dozens of orcs around, standing in a black and oppressive group, holding weapons in their hands, staring at the mercenaries murderously, but they were silent with bated breath, and no one spoke.

"Therefore, I pledge with the honor of the Cracked Stone Tribe that as long as you surrender to me. ”

"Your companions, including this Sorino," it said solemnly and solemnly, kicking Tails lightly at his feet:

"You can live. ”

Tails moved slightly.

He remembered.

The word for the pure black orc: Sorino.

In Longxiao City's class, there are similar words in the Glacier Orc language, although the tone and suffix are not the same - Sorina.

Meaning:

Cubs.

To the book friend "Uncle Bear": Your character has appeared.

(End of chapter)