"Flaka." The orc said coldly.

Oh shit.

Thales was a little confused.

Flaka…

What does this mean?

Have you studied it in Longxiao City’s class?

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

Thales gasped hard and groped around, trying to find anything that could cut the blood.

But he failed.

The next second, the mace suddenly fell!

Thales closed his eyes.

Little slippery head.

Remember, you must learn orc language well.

Otherwise, you will die without knowing why...

At this moment.

"Boom!"

The sound of steel clashing.

Thales broke out in a cold sweat as the sand and dust flew everywhere!

He opened his eyes suddenly.

The enemy's weapon missed his target and hit him deeply on the side of his head.

Thales' heartbeat had not returned, and he stared blankly at the scene in front of him:

An extremely thick and sharp iron fork got stuck in the gap of the mace, blocking its track.

The iron fork was connected to a thicker wrist without a palm, as if it had been cast into the bones.

The blue-faced orc seemed very dissatisfied with being prevented from killing. It turned to the owner of the iron fork and the owner of the broken arm.

"Nasser!"

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

It was very emotional and pointed with its left hand at Thales on the ground: "Ser, Flaka!"

But the owner of Tiecha just shook his head slowly.

The right arm attached to the iron fork still holds the mace without relaxing at all.

An unfamiliar word came out of its deep voice:

"Solino."

Thales watched their negotiations blankly.

"Solino," the owner of the forked arm repeated flatly:

"Solinor, Sartusel."

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

But the owner of the iron-chased arm seemed to be very unusual. After a few seconds, the blue-faced orc roared and reluctantly took back the weapon. It gouged out Thales fiercely, its small eyes full of hatred.

.

Thales lay stiffly on the ground, feeling that his overused body was about to lose control.

The blue-faced orc raised his head and roared around him: "Naku! Kandar!"

The next moment, as if they had received an order, all the orcs, whether in combat or not, put down their weapons and took a step back.

Even ferocious beasts like the Soldier Lizard were tightly tied with ropes by the two orcs and suppressed.

The orcs dispersed one after another, revealing Louisa, who was holding her sword and panting in the tight siege, and Dean, who was supported by her.

The owner of the iron fork is also revealed.

Thales saw it clearly.

This is another orc.

Another special orc.

The armored blue-faced orc was already considered huge, but this orc was almost bigger than the former, even two people tall.

This is not its biggest feature.

its skin.

The skin of this orc is pure black, much darker than that of his surrounding companions.

It had a thick pile of snow-white fur on its shoulders. It looked like some kind of ferocious beast. There was a metal black armor hidden under the fur. It was obviously of a very high status.

There are three parallel hideous scars on its forehead, extending 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 luxuriant.

Thales frowned.

It's...the leader?

But the remaining mercenaries exclaimed and spoke.

The next second, the pure black orc leader curved his black lips, raised his thick left hand towards them, and tightly wrapped his palm around the neck of a human prisoner, allowing him to struggle in vain.

"No, no," Louisa said with a slight cry in her voice: "No."

Dean sighed: "McGee."

The desolate skeleton man who was strangled by the neck was trembling, his expression was slack, and his hands weakly climbed up the huge arm of this special orc, but he was unable to make even a little resistance.

Thales shook his head in despair.

It's over.

The orc made a sound similar to laughter, threw the weak McGee to the ground, then raised his severed wrist and pointed the iron fork on it at the only remaining mercenary.

The next moment, this pure black orc slowly spoke.

What shocked Thales and the two mercenaries was that what came out of the other party's mouth was fluent Western Continent Common Tongue with a desert accent.

"Humans," the orc's deep voice seemed to make the sand vibrate: "You fought bravely, taking away the fighting souls of four tribal warriors, and winning our respect."

Louisa stared in surprise, and Dean frowned.

There were dozens of orcs around, standing in a dark mass. They held weapons and stared at the mercenaries murderously, but they held their breath in silence and no one spoke.

"Therefore, I guarantee with the honor of the Split Stone Tribe, as long as you surrender to me."

"Your companions, including this Solino," it gently kicked Thales at his feet and said solemnly and solemnly:

"You can survive."

Thales moved slightly.

He remembered.

The word for a pure black orc: Sorino.

In the class at Longxiao City, there are similar words in the Glacier Orc language, although the pronunciation and suffix are different from Solina.

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