The only reason why we summoned in this uninhabited ghost place is that it is not someone else, but an orc.

If the orc drove out bloodthirsty, it would be a sad story.

These things even dare to start a bug and cut these fallen Titans. What else can you dare not cut?

This world is terrible.

But... why did Li Wei feel that the orcs summoned this time... Could it be that they are similar to black people? Although they are very majestic and domineering, they usually feel that they are submissive? (I have been tricked by black people recently, so he decisively criticized them)

The summoned... may really be an orc. The green skin, the fangs spit out from the jaw - this is the best example of green-faced fangs. The evil spirits who play hell do not need to wear makeup, and the pointed green ears do not have the beauty of an elf.

(Mainly because of the face). The big nostrils are comparable to those of Erkang. The hair is slightly longer and tied into thick braids, but these hairs are already gray, which shows that he should be quite old. But!—

Older and stronger, old horses are in the stable - like Old Fording, their toned muscles are like explosive at any time, and they are absolutely bodybuilding men.

At this moment, he was wearing a dull yellow armor with a domineering pussy. He was covered with a strange logo with red background and white patterns on his chest, probably the symbol of his camp - yes, this is the symbol of the tribe -

—

However, his whole body exuded an unconcealed sense of sadness.

Although he is a hideous orc, this sad aura makes him feel human.

I heard Onimitz say... it was because the other party died, so he couldn't recover from now on?

From the perspective of the Chinese people... no, let alone Chinese people, from universal values: a person who loves his relatives to this level should not be an inhumane guy. On the contrary, it should be a

A good guy, right?

(What Guan Zixiang left behind is not only the material and spiritual construction of [Food food and clothing, knowing honor and disgrace], but also the three rules that are particularly accurate in judging people [Who can those who do not love their parents and wives, and who can they love? Those who do not love their own country

Who can you love? Who can you love if you don’t love yourself?]——These three laws are all applicable)

So Li Wei felt that although he didn't know the other party's character, after all, great traitors and evil people also had family affection. However, it seems that it is certain that this orc named Sarufar is indeed a human orc.

"King Sarufar?"

Seeing the visitor, Fording quickly walked forward a few steps - now he is the only one who can have this identity, after all, his reputation is worshipped in the alliance and the tribe: "It's really... it's been a long time since the Ice Throne

, It's been a long time since I saw you, King."

"Fo...Tin Tyrio Fodding?"

The old orc looked up at Fording, looked around in confusion, and was quite angry: "Where am I? - What are you going to do!"

As he said that, King Sarufar held the axe he had been carrying behind his back in his hand. This axe had a big embrace, and the handle of an axe that was about one person was about to be high. The back must be hung upside down.

"We are all neutral people. Of course, there is something to do to summon you, King Sarufar. I wonder if you still remember me?" Onimitz walked to King Sarufar with a smile.

"Get out, female elf." The old orc was very disrespectful and waved his hand holding the axe a few times. The huge axe was full of wind and cut off several trees around him: "Who are you?

!”

"...I am a bronze dragon, not a female elf, this is what I am transformed into a human." As he said that, Onimitz transformed into a huge bronze dragon and lay on the ground: "Now, it's me

Summoned you to come. King Sarufal—With Fording as a testimony, we have no malice.”

"Is the bronze dragon?...Fudin, you are a human respected by the tribe, so I can trust you! - Tell me, is this bronze dragon and the humans behind you trustworthy? With your

Honor guaranteed, Fordine.”

"In my honor, they are trustworthy. This is not Azeroth, my friend." Fording said in a gentle voice: "Put your weapons, King Sarufal, you will be here

Respect as you deserve. And... there are no alliances and no tribes here. This is a brand new planet. We will give you timely explanations later. Now, calm down first."

"What else can't be accepted? What else isn't worth calming down?" After King Sarufal felt that there was indeed no danger, he confirmed the bronze dragon and Li Wei, and put away his axe. He said sadly: "My

Son, dead!—After I was gone, everything about me no longer mattered—I am leaving, back to Nagland, back to Orgrimmar, back to Northrend… back to my son.”

"Don't be pessimistic, old orc." Onimitz raised a dragon's claw and said, "I am a witness to history. At this moment, whether you believe it or not, the dragon in front of you - I, or the agent of the Titans - is also the agent of the Titan.

It makes sense for me to ask you to come, and I won’t ask you to come in vain. We feel very sorry for your son’s affairs, but... maybe your son can be saved."

"What?" King Sarufar's mouth opened wide, and his surprise was beyond words. Then he said excitedly and violently: "Bronze Dragon! - You must be responsible for every word you say! If you play with me,

You know the end."

"But if what I said is true - you would be too disrespectful to me." Onimitz is now very confident in grasping the older generation of heroes of the tribe in front of him: "King Sarufar, we respect it

You understand you too. But why can't you respect us?"

"This... please forgive me, I did not intend to offend." The strong dragon did not suppress the local snake, not to mention that the other party was a dragon. Sarufar had just arrived on Earth, and now his heart was ignited again because of the hope of his son's resurrection. I thought about it carefully

Let me: What did these people just say? Isn’t this Azeroth? It’s not the outer world? Where is that?

"My son, do you think he can be resurrected?"

"I can't." Onimitz's words almost made Sarufal throw the axe, but fortunately she was breathing very quickly: "But the humans around Old Fordine can-he is ours

The medium of life. Whether your son can accomplish anything depends on his.”

“?!?!”
Chapter completed!