Chapter 441： Radical

"Pooh!"

Emaar spat heavily.

"I, the majestic Imar Stonemason, have been reduced to dealing with dirty and stupid orcs myself."

His belly was bulging, as if filled with resentment, and even the braided beard on his chin was trembling.

"Clan of the Masons, sooner or later your king will return to the throne and regain the authority he should have held. At that time, those who betrayed will be punished as they should be."

Emaar kept swearing and swearing, swearing by his last name, swearing by his hammer, even swearing by his favorite beard.

Accompanied by this state, he came all the way to the cabin that Barash had told him about, opened the door roughly, and said carelessly, "Gunther, you guy... um, who are you? Where is Gunther? "

The layout in the room is quite simple, a small wooden table and four stools made of logs are all the furnishings.

But there was no son of the chieftain of the Blood Bull tribe he was looking for.

Sitting next to the wooden table was a strange old orc, and standing behind him were two equally strange young orcs.

The old orc stared at him, as if looking carefully.

Emaar was very uncomfortable being watched by him, he coughed and said: "Guys, I seem to have entered the wrong room, sorry."

After speaking, he turned and left.

"No, you came to the right house. The young patriarch of the Mason clan."

The words of the old orc made Emaar startled.

"How do you know..."

"Haha! Except for the secret of how to enter the mountain, you dwarves seem unable to keep any other secrets, especially after drinking." The old orc smiled slyly.

hell! Emaar thought to himself, there are three more people in the world laughing at me. No, maybe there is a large group of green-skinned and long-haired cubs?

Orcs, these savage creatures, are less reliable than dwarves at keeping secrets, and they don't take other people's secrets as secrets at all. They are rude, uneducated, and love to make fun of other people's pain.

Perhaps his deeds have already been "sung" throughout the prairie?

"I don't know what you're talking about!" He was going to pretend to be stupid. The dwarves and the orcs lived together, so the barbarians could say whatever they wanted.

But it seems a bit late.

"Imar, you are the eldest son of the former patriarch of the Stonecutter clan. But because you disobeyed your father, you were kicked out of the Stonecutter clan, and you had to go to the Iron Hammer tribe near here. Am I right?"

The old orc's words pierced Emaar's heart like a knife, and his beard and the braids on it almost swelled. The muscles on the arm were raised high, and the fingers clenched into fists were rattling.

"Damn it, I regret now that I didn't bring in a hammer or an axe, and open your bald old bastard's head. What must be in there must be something the size of a peach pit."

The two young orcs looked at each other, smiled contemptuously, and didn't move their feet, which made Emaar's heart even more angry.

"Oh, poor Emaar. You should learn to respect those older than you."

There was pity in the old orc's eyes, "But I forgive you because I sympathize with you. I know that what you suffered was not simply exile. You were banned from stepping into your clan's territory for life. Your inheritance rights were deprived, and when After the man you honored as father dies, the man who will sit in the patriarchal seat will be your younger brother."

"That's not my brother!" Emaar yelled, irritated. "It's just a dirty clod I picked up from which ravine I don't know."

"Oh, poor Imaar." The old orc said cruel words in a pitiful tone, "No matter how much you shout here, you can't change the fact. The current people are just dependent on others, relying on the protection of relatives to survive, It's just a waste that is immersed in alcohol and illusory delusions every day to live without a purpose."

"You!" The dwarf Emar's veins were exposed.

Eugene clapped his hands lightly, "The Hammer tribe's arrangement of waste is reasonable, haha! Look, aren't you just sent to deal with Gunther they hate? Barash is really your good cousin .”

"It's not about Barash and Hammer."

"You are really a generous person, 'His Royal Highness'. Let me take the liberty to ask, have they sent any soldiers to help you go home so far? Have they sent any soldiers to help you regain your inheritance?"

Yimaar said impatiently: "Clans should not interfere with each other."

"Oh, even if you are their blood relative. The degree of indifference between you dwarves is beyond the imagination of us vulgar orcs! Look, your biological father treats you like this, and so does your uncle and cousin. You." Eugene exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"enough!"

Emaar's patience reached the limit, and all the usual grievances, unwillingness, and anger suddenly emerged, and negative emotions quickly and tightly gripped his entire heart.

The dwarf lunged at the old orc like a mad bull, so fast that the two young orcs standing behind Eugene had no time to react.

Yimaar tightly grasped the orc's fur clothing with both hands, and with such great strength, he pulled him off the seat with just one hand.

Because of his height, Eugene was dragged on the floor with his legs curled up at this moment.

Eugene's two guards pulled out their weapons angrily, one holding a dagger and the other wielding a mace, shouting for the dwarf to let Eugene go, otherwise the dwarf will be let go

^0^A dwarf who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth can't get out of the house.

"Back off!"

Eugene waved his hand to call back his men, and the two young orcs lowered their hands and took a step back, but they still stared at Emaar with resentment.

Eugene's face was a little flushed His breath was also a little disordered, it seemed that Emaar's sudden move also caught him by surprise. Is the son of a clan patriarch so impulsive?

Emaar looked at Eugene with eyes that seemed to be substantively angry, "I know you are sowing discord, you dirty and disgusting bastards, you don't mind the long-haired **** of sheep and horses, thinking that the great Emaar can't see Playing your clumsy tricks?"

"Calm down! The young patriarch of the stonemason tribe." Eugene had no doubt that if he provoked the other party again, those strong hands would break his neck without hesitation.

Although the dwarves only reached the waist of the orcs, their strength was not inferior to the orcs, and Eugene didn't dare to push them too hard.

"The reason I came to you is not to sow discord. What I want to say is..."

Emaar's wide eyes are like copper bells.

"What the Stone Hammer tribe can't give you, the king's tent in the prairie can give you, and the great chief Abar can give you!"

Chapter 441

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^