Chapter 689

Rome wasn't built in a day, or Rome wasn't built in a day. Especially when they are all orcs, it is impossible to make any breakthrough quickly. They must be patient and "wait for the next round".

The biggest difference between Zhao Mai and other competitors is his great patience. He had spent countless years as a God, witnessing the birth of the world and the reproduction of races. Compared with elves, dwarves and halflings, orcs are fast enough, and z-worms are even faster.

It's normal even if you're having trouble making "germ blanket guardians.". Creating life is not art work. It's impossible to imagine a picture in your mind. What you can draw from a gourd has corresponding functions. Only Ma Liang's magic pen has such magical ability. Like a creature like jumping dog, Zhao Mai, as a passer-by, knows about the functions of the low-level arms of the Zerg. But if he really designs according to the pictures of games and movies in his mind, he's putting the cart before the horse.

He's not afraid to fail, he's not afraid to spend time here, but obviously other competitors don't have to be so patient. Just when Zhao Mai was still having a headache for improving Z worm, a special messenger came to the settlement of black foot.

"Here comes an orc riding a wolf. He has a letter for me?" Zhao Mai frowned after hearing the news. "Asshole! Can I read! Who's writing to laugh at me! "

He followed Daryl angrily out of the tower, and from a distance he saw a reddened Orc peeping in from the fence of the arena. "That's the guy?"

Daryl nodded and released the crossbow from his back. "Chief, if you hate him, I'll shoot that bastard!"

"No, it's too cheap for him." Zhao Mai kicked the grain reserve lying in the sun at the door: "drag that guy to me!"

The grain reserve rushed out with a sharp step, and quickly passed through the passing orcs without touching any pedestrians or objects. Just as the red skin messenger heard the dense footsteps, he turned his head alertly. The grain reserve had rushed to his side and bit his leg.

Don't give the orc the chance to resist at all, reserve grain will he fall to the ground directly, drag all the way to Zhao Mai. The orcs in the black foot settlement are shouting, and some Orc children pick up mud and throw it at red skin. The messenger came to Zhao Mai all the way, but his eyes had not been able to focus.

"On a wolf? Your leader is not a goblin, is he Zhao Mai drags the skin armor on the orc's chest and pulls him up. "Say, where is your settlement?"

"Black Black foot leader, our leader, Bogu beast tooth is indeed a goblin. " The red Orc's mouth stinks. God knows what he ate when he rode all the way. "I have a letter from our leader here."

"Asshole! When does a goblin dare to laugh at the orcs? Are all the other orcs there useless? Write to me? Oh, my God, the evil of elves and human beings has infected you, too? " Zhao Mai snatched the letter from him and tore it to pieces.

"The black foot leader of Mordor, our beast tooth leader, let me remember a message for you." The messenger cleared his throat, bowed his head and learned: "the last confrontation was a misunderstanding. Originally, the herd was going to clean up the ghouls. They didn't want to meet the powerful black foot. Beasts have little intelligence, but there should be no rivalry between the black feet and the fangs. Together, both sides can develop. "

"That's it? How dare a goblin tell me to join hands? Dare he stand in front of me? I will not step on him Zhao Mai snorted. He immediately knew what he was doing. He bared his teeth and aimed his eyes at the orc's neck. The threat was quite obvious.

"Of course, it's not just talk. Our leaders are willing to trade weapons and food, just ask you not to attack our territory. " The orc said, "your fighting style is amazing. Our leader is very admired, so he is willing to make this friend with you."

"Ha ha, do you hear me? A goblin wants me to be his friend? " Zhao Mai kicked over the red orcs, and all the orcs around roared "Waaagh!"

"Does your leader have any ability to be equal to me? Whether you send fear wolf or you spineless orcs, you will be killed in the end! Corpse crush, break his arm, let him go

"No! Chief black foot, we have gifts, we have gifts! " But even if he yelled, Zhao Mai still didn't answer. Dussaud, with a single thought, swung his shield and hit the red ORC with a horizontal stroke, and then he flew out. The arm twisted unnaturally. It must have been completely broken. By the time it fell to the ground, the messenger Orc had passed out.

"Daryl, when he wakes up, give him the stick that binds his arm and let him go. Let their leader come to surrender as soon as possible, or you'll wait for me to tear him down from any position! " Zhao Mai wiped his nose with his fingers and said with a smile, "but that guy said he had a gift. I guess he didn't come alone. Maybe there's a gift giving team

"Very likely, do you want to..." Daryl made a gesture of reaching for a hand, which is self-evident."Of course, how can we let this thing go. However, there are too few people who can fight in the settlement, and some people have to be left behind. I'll go alone. You just need to arrange some porters so that you can work

Daryl nodded. He knew that he didn't need to talk nonsense, just carry out the order well.

Zhao Mai called over the grain reserve, let it smell the smell of the red orcs in the air, and then follow the smell to track back.

"As soon as the leader makes a move, there must be no problem." Dussaud stepped on the messenger and said with a smile. "How about throwing this guy into the cellar first?"

"Yes, you can do it." Orc management is like this, layer upon layer down the task. When Zhao Mai was away, Daryl was the leader.

Dussaud dragged the orc all the way to the dungeon door. There were many orcs and slaves who didn't obey the command of the Raven. There were strong iron fences and trap doors that could only be opened from the outside. Since Zhao Mai took over the tribe, it has been empty. No matter it is orcs or slaves, there has been no rebellion for the time being. At present, the orcs have food to eat, and few of them can fight. In particular, none of the orcs consciously approach the level of their leaders and dare not challenge them at all. The slaves concentrated on opening up wasteland to work, and they had enough to eat. All the slaves were Zhao Mai's. under his power, the orcs would beat and scold, but no damage to the leader's property happened. Even the slaves who want to escape don't need to be in a hurry. It's more important to look at the situation and collect more food and tools on the way to escape.

The red Goblin was thrown into the cell and left alone. "What the leader said is right. The orcs you don't fall are too weak. No wonder the goblins become the boss!" Dussaud spat at him, locked the door and went out.

The prisoner opened his eyes when he heard the sound of footsteps and the loud sound of closing the door. "Asshole, my arm!" He lowered his voice and scolded, then began to think about countermeasures. "A bunch of stupid guys who only rely on brute force don't know what intelligence and technology are!"