Chapter 374 Cubs

The axe brought dust and sand, and Taylors had to close his eyes.

But after all, he escaped the fate of being broken.

At the beginning of the millennium, a single-edged fighting axe swayed in the direction of the bonfire, and slashed into the unprotected arm of the orc in the earth-shattering roar.

With a savage cry, the red blood in the orcs spurted out, and the face of Tyres, who had a hard gasp.

Salty, pungent.

as always.

With this axe, the orc's rough axe came out of the hand, with the momentum to split the earth, deeply sinking into the sand, caught in the left shoulder side of Taylors.

The tall orc roared in a strange language. He turned and had the arms of ordinary people's thighs swinging toward the master of the fighting axe, but he was flexibly avoided.

"stand up!"

The bald mercenary Dean’s powerful voice sounded incomparably clear in the surrounding shouting sounds, and the spirit of Tyres was revamped.

"No time to rest!"

The power of the end of the flow to the teenager's back and chest, so that his chest is a little better. Tyles turned over and trembled and climbed the orc's giant axe, struggling to get rid of the blood on his face, and the horror of the hands and feet.

The orc who was pierced by his neck was still a violent appearance. The wounds in his neck and underarms were also ignored. He just yelled at the words that Tyres could not understand and rushed to the Great Dean.

The calm mercenary armed with an axe rushed to the orc, but rolled at the moment of approach, dexterously flashing the orc's fierce slam.

"Hula, Nada Relais!" The empty beast screamed and turned and screamed.

With the mad fight, the blood of the orcs spilled and watered the dry land.

Dean stared at the orc's feet, but did not touch it hard, but swayed by the body shape and pace, and then flashed the other two powerful impacts.

Just like a flying bird avoiding a fierce leopard.

The blood of the orcs is slower and slower.

Finally, Tells gratified to see: the orc breathed a sigh of relief, his body swayed slightly, and his movements were slow.

Dean did not miss this opportunity.

He erupted in an instant, slammed back to the side of the orc, waving the axe and smashing the ugly head.

The headless body last time swayed a few feet long and threw it down on the sand.

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.

"You saved me a lot of things," Dean gasped and pulled him up, threw the one-handed sword back to the teenager, kicked and kicked the strong body: "But remember, Wye, don't entangle with them - the orcs will not fall immediately after the injury, and the more serious it is..."

"The more counterattack they are, the more dangerous... I know," said Tyres, who took the weapon. "Sorry, someone taught me, just facing the actual battle..."

In the classrooms of the Northerners, although the battle for sacredness has passed thousands of years, those who are tall, fearless and fearless are still their eternal enemies.

Throughout the Kingdom of Exeter, the whistle of the North is the most transcendental public leader. In the face of the co-lifting of the king, they are even exempted from paying a considerable portion of the tax, which is used to form a reputation that is not weaker than the White-Blade Guard. The troops, the glacial whistle, all of them have been guarded by the Sister family for the thirty-eight whistle, and they are wary of the glacier orcs north of Quigul.

Since the founding of the country, more than 20 kings have led the army to support the north, and fight against the glacier orc tribes that cross the border, whether they are military training trained by the Northern aristocrats, or the age of service. The regular training of the recruits, how to fight the orcs is one of the compulsory courses.

The guards in the Palace of the Spirits said that Nie Lai had already been at the 38th whistle before the nickname, and behind the King of Nunn, proved that he was facing the orcs and did not fall into the wind, but In the face of the beautiful female grandfather and her looks more like a dagger in the needle-handling, the comet who has a good experience of resisting the orcs can only scatter the depression of "nothing to meet" on the second student - anyway, the prince of the stars There is no chance to go to the north - for example, to use a big axe to violently push down Tyres, or to swear at him after Tyres has screamed for countless pauses, and his name is "this is the power of the orcs." ".

But what Taylors didn't expect was that he had run into the first battle of the orcs, and he finally forgot Nielai's teachings.

Tyres looked at the headless body with fear, thinking about the irresistible force when he threw himself out of his neck.

What kind of race is this?

Compared with the distant relatives who are stuck in the north, the orcs who flow to the desert after the end of the war may be slightly different, but many places are still the same, such as huge size, amazing resilience, pain and temperature. The tolerance, the explosive power of terror, and their notorious desperate counterattack in humans - it is said that the famous King of the Iron King died in the last knife of a dying orc.

Dean didn't say anything, just licking the shoulders of Tyres, and the eyebrows were sorrowful.

"Be careful!"

In Louisa's scream, Dean pushed Tyre over.

A fierce mace broke into the sand among them and took the flying sand.

The threat on the side of Dean is more than this one. He looks back at the irregular scimitar of another orc and flies away.

Tyres stabilized and saw the owner of the mace in the moonlight - an orc with blue paint on his face, a scar on his left eye, and a short hair on his head. The body's armor is more than the previous one, and the body size is also larger, and the height is almost one and a half times that of the adult class.

Its eyes smashed through the corpse on the ground, and then opened its lips, revealing two rows of teeth that were bitten, first looking at the entangled Dean and then looking at Taylors.

"Xaar," the orc in front of him vibrated with a rough vocal cord and slowly opened his mouth. "Luma, Sokadarsel."

Taylors can't tell the orc's expression, but it doesn't affect his judgment of the other's emotions.

The blood of the orcs that were not dry on his face was a little sticky, and the prince endured the smell and set the sword.

[Orcs, they smash your skull, just as we lick eggs!)

This is the city of Longyan, the awkward Grivo told Tells before leaving.

In this regard, Taylors is deeply touched.

Almost every one of them has seven or eight feet or more. The power is amazing and the movement is quick. The weapons in your hand are heavy and rough, and the efficiency is not worse than the finely forged human weapons.

Body shape, strength, physique, each one is superior to human beings... It is hard to imagine how thousands of human beings have broken the miracle of 20,000 orcs in the sacred service two thousand years ago.

Tyres clenched his teeth.

In the distance, Louisa relied on a two-handed sword and flexible pace, but struggling to drag three enemies.

McGee was swiftly sprinting in the sand, flying with double knives, confusing the sights of multiple enemies, fighting and walking with debris and obstacles, wanting to approach Luisa.

Hubert, the old hammer, Kanze, and the fast-rope, leaning against their backs, struggled to resist the orcs around them.

Others are not so lucky.

Although the merchants also have their own armed forces, their skills are obviously not comparable to those of the mercenaries. In the crushing of the orcs, regardless of the quantity or quality, the caravans suffered heavy casualties, and the screams around them continued to be heard.

The screaming killing continues, but the orcs no longer hide their raids, strange language and majestic scorpions shake the sand dunes.

"Wye, there is one more key to fighting the hybrids," Dean gasped, and an axe flew the enemy: "Don't order at any time, even if there is only one person opposite."

Under the moonlight, two tall, strong gray figures slipped from the sand dunes, holding weapons and rushing toward them.

"Go to meet with Louisa, I will cover you."

Taylors nodded nervously.

"run!"

Almost at the moment of the younger leg, the blue-painted orc roared with a stick: "Flaka!"

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

"Boom!"

Listening to the wind whistling behind, Tyres resisted the desire to turn back. He screamed for the prison river, rushed back to the bonfire at an alarming rate, rushed to the ground, and pulled a shield from Hubert's bag.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a majestic figure and lifted his scimitar to him!

It has been tempered by countless times of swordsmanship.

[lift up the shield and aim at your enemy... there are only two situations where you can put it down. 】

[You die, or the enemy is dead. 】

The teachings that had not faded in six years re-emerged in the ear.

Iron body!

The scimitar is on the shield.

"clang!"

In the terrible bang and impact, the power of terror is coming!

At that moment, Tyres had the illusion that the blow was almost enough to break the wall.

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

But Tells stood still.

According to the habit, from the beginning of the shield, his center of gravity is ready to meet the impact, and the footsteps are ready to unload. The habit of the North Army’s swordsmanship has been scorned by many people, from Nilailai to Wyatt, they are It is believed that Tyres' defense is too rigid, too conservative, lacks flexibility and quickness, and there is no room for counterattack.

But at the moment of welcoming this knife, Taylor suddenly realized it.

In the confrontation with the orcs, you have no chance of being "flexible" and "quick".

Compared with human opponents, the terrible strength of the orcs masks too many things. Their fatal blows will tear your moves at the moment of short-handedness, deform your movements, and make your bells and whistles and follow-up reactions. Become worthless.

If you are in the first round of power disparity, you will lose your mind...

"Serka!" The orc growled and took a step!

Tyres shook his arm subconsciously and changed it into a counterattack. He turned off the impact and turned to the side of the opponent.

This is another feature of a sword that has been criticized.

Are you estrus? Who do you want to twist your ass? That big stallion? Still next to the female grandfather? - This is Nikola's mean words, after he stumbled over Tyre in one of his classes.

The prince took a deep breath and staggered his posture. The end of the force surged into his right hand and took the first attack since the battle.

"laugh!"

Jianfeng cut the back knees of the orcs without protection and brought out a shed of blood.

The second set of attacking techniques of the Northern Army's military swordsmanship, the side-fighting type - broken heel.

Tyres subconsciously frowned.

The orc screamed, its left leg was slightly unharmonious, and the offensive was even more fierce.

Tyres forced himself to calm down, not eager to attack, but around the other's injured leg, with a small figure to fight back, the shield and the other party seems to tear the open air machete three times, shock He got his arm numb.

The power of the end flowed through his body, and the sense of **** not only reflected the movements of the enemy in front of his brain, but also reflected the situation in the distance to him, making him dizzy: Dean is being three The orcs were chasing and intercepting, and Louisa finally broke through an opponent and rushed to Tyres.

Finally, Tyres seized the opportunity, and after another iron-like style, his long sword slid up like a rattlesnake, pointing to the chest in the opponent's offensive.

The orc's skin is rougher and harder than imagined, but the enemy's momentum has helped Taylors, and the prince who is gnashing his teeth only feels that the shield and the sword are both shocked!

"bass!"

The greasy, warm liquid rushed out and followed his sword to the arm.

"Hula!" The orc who was pierced by the chest vigorously called, and his face was more ugly.

Tyres, who had learned the lesson, didn’t know what to do. He didn’t hesitate to pull back the side of the sword!

Next second.

"boom!"

The bonfire on his side was smashed by the enemy's death, and Mars was splashed.

The orc didn't go any further—Luisa appeared from the darkness on the side, and fell off the palm of his hand.

"Beautiful!" Louisa avoided the dying opponent, letting the orc roll in the pain of burning, wearing chest and broken hands, violently hammering the ground beside him, blood not only: "The first time I saw the orc?"

Tyres shook his head, and he only felt numb and painful in his Panasonic spirit.

"the second time."

The first time, it has been slaughtered by Dean.

But they don't have time to chat: Louisa brings more than just support, and the next two orc opponents.

The wind whistling, and Tyres subconsciously rolled another!

However, his physical exertion was not very standard, and he was swept to the shield by the enemy's epee.

Tyres only felt a tremor in his left hand, then he lost his balance, his face was on the ground, and he couldn't help but lick two sands.

Damn it!

Ginny told him that falling down on the battlefield is equal to...

Tyres turned over and watched the epee continue to strike him.

At this time, a figure came from the side, and the orc holding the sword smashed out a few meters away!

It’s a big belly, Haken.

"Louisa!"

Hakken, who saved the life of Tells, was sweating. He held a scary hammer hammer and waved it, killing several enemies.

Tyres struggled to get up and nodded gratefully to him.

"The breeze fell, the fire was dead," Harken, who was bruised and bruised, refused to respond to Tyres. He hated: "The gray hybrids know that they are the outer whistle, eighty-nine together... ..."

"Fuck!"

The female captain sipped a curse and slammed a sword on the shoulder of an orc.

"call out!"

A long arrow hits and shoots an orc who wants to attack Luisa.

"They found out that we are the key, and are coming over here," archer Panga came back behind Haken, looking anxious, and there were few arrows left in the quiver. "I met the **** of gray hybrids." Shooter, the guy yelled at me three times -"

But his words could not be finished.

In the next second, a rough black arrow with a tail feather slammed into Pangga's chest and spread out from the side.

Tyres jerked!

The archer looked at the arrow that pierced himself in amazement.

"Mom... or the old man is right."

"There is a fart for shooting."

Pangga struggled to swear, swayed, and finally fell weakly:

"I can't shoot, or lose."

"Pangga!" Louisa screamed loudly: "Fucking bastard!"

Tyres looked incredibly into the distance:

On the sand dunes under the moonlight, an orc who painted his lips in white coldly laid down a heavy black bow that was terrible and began to deal with his own injuries—three long, swaying arrows.

But the mercenaries have no time to revenge for the companions who died in battle: another group of orcs are far from here.

Taylor tried to lift the shield and rushed behind Louisa in three or two steps. She stopped the attack for her horror, but she was shaken by the strength of the other party.

No.

The combat power is not at all a level.

Go on like this...

He is about to say hello to Haken, but --

"Be careful!" Taylors exclaimed!

Haken’s hammer hammer was able to repel an orc who wanted to throw him down. When he was panting, the other orc figure appeared suddenly behind him!

"clang!"

A familiar mace hit Haken's weapon and knocked him to the ground.

Taylors wants to catch up to rescue him, but the orcs on his side are coming again.

The face of the orc who knocked down Haken was painted with familiar blue paint. He turned to Haken, who was dizzy, and looked at Tyres fiercely. There was a hatred in the eyes that even the aliens could recognize: Raka!"

The next second, Tyres looked at the blue-faced orc with a big hand in horror, clasping Haken's head.

Like a chicken, it roared and buckled Haken's head to his chest!

Under the tremendous strength, the collision between the skull and the steel made a strange noise:

"Kala!"

Tyres trembled!

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

In this way, the Arlencian Haken, who once wanted to marry his sister to Tyre's Haken, who had a good head a second ago, changed his shape and became a red and white thing. Spray out.

His whole person slipped weakly on the ground, motionless.

[Orcs, they smash your skull, just as we lick eggs!)

This sentence echoed again in the mind of Taylors, which made him extremely shocked.

"Sok! Fraka!" The blue-faced orc snarled toward Tyres, licking his viscous left hand and hitting his chest with blood and blood, step by step.

But it turned around halfway.

"Mixed!" Dean rushed and rushed, and the fighting axe collided with its mace: "My mother is your enemy!"

Taylor shook his head and drove his fear out of his brain.

But the killing did not end, and the blood in the sword was still bloody.

The orc’s shouting has not weakened, but the screams and exclamations of the caravans have become less and less.

"Behind!" In the roar, the northern lander Kanze, who was bruised and bruised, flew toward Dean, knocking him away and helping the bald head to block an axe behind him.

Under the chase of several orcs, the old hammer and the fast rope came in a panting breath, breaking through the encirclement and meeting them, topping the front row and replacing the gradually lost Rails and Louisa.

"Caravan, there are others," Louisa, who had been besieged, got a rare respite: "How?"

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

The fast rope vocal trembling took his words: "He broke off for us."

Louisa licked her leg in pain.

There is no time to mourn for my companions.

"There is no caravan anymore," said the stunned McGee from behind, hurriedly said: "I am going to find a horse, and then I will not break through, we will die here!"

The old hammer waved for a while, temporarily pushing four enemies in one direction for several steps.

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

"I know!" Dean's voice was a little distorted during the battle, but he still seemed to insist on thinking:

"Archers, armor, weapons, beasts, and simultaneous attacks, organized tactics and arrangements..."

"Plus this size..."

"These gray hybrids!"

The bald mercenaries gnawed their teeth: "They are not exiles!"

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

Taylors glimpsed.

Big tribe?

Orc... tribe?

At this moment, a strange noise came.

"Hey!"

"Be careful!" Dean yelled, and a blue-faced orc who swayed through the anger, yelling at Kanze:

"Bing Lizard!"

Tyres' scalp is tight: a huge non-human figure with four limbs squirming, screaming, and striking in the sand!

In the next second, a giant gray lizard of ordinary size smashed into front of Kanze, and the scales on his body were clearly visible.

It crashed into the formation of the mercenaries, biting Kanze’s arm and pulling him around, making the Northland strong man cry out.

Tyres gritted his teeth forward, and a sword stabbed on the monster's body, but was scratched by its scales.

Kanze reluctantly waved his left arm and tried to break the bite of the soldier lizard.

This is his last effort.

Another orc seized the opportunity, its heavy straight knife screamed in the air, and opened Kanze's right chest.

Under the rough weapon, there was even a clear gap in the right armpit of the Northland.

"噗嗤-"

Blood smashed and dyed Tyres on the side of Kanze into red.

"Ah!" The old hammer screamed with a sledgehammer and repelled the master of the straight knife.

"No!" Dean screamed violently, and he slammed the fire on his foot, and the burning fire fell on the soldier's lizard.

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

The soldier lizard finally couldn't stand the flame, let go of Kanze's arm and retreat into the darkness.

But Kanze, who had been half-lengthed, had only the strength of trembling. He fell to the ground and quickly moved.

"Yeah!" Louisa burst into tears, and she grabbed the sword and threw it back at the enemy.

The impact of the soldier lizard was disastrous, and Dante’s big swords were disrupted.

Many orcs attacked and did not have the support of the flank. Everyone instantly fell into the dilemma of being an enemy. Tyres found himself facing two orcs at the same time.

In the face of their tremendous power, he is almost in a desperate situation, the sin of the prison river has never stopped, and the timely dodge and unloading force in the North Army military swordsmanship can withstand the kind of chilling power.

The situation has turned sharply.

Under the threat of the axe and the giant sword, the prince left and right, and the shield squatted, as if the next moment would be broken.

"Hey!" A loud noise, the fast rope flew a few meters away, fell to the ground, people are not saved.

bad.

Tyres bit his chapped lips, and the hope in his heart disappeared a little.

The fighting sound is getting smaller and smaller.

The caravan has completely disappeared, and only Dion, Louisa and the old hammer are left in the battle of Dante's sword.

McGee, who went to find the horse, has already disappeared into the enemy pile.

"Keep it up!" Louisa's voice crossed the encirclement, and it came to her ear. It sounded very bad, but it was still trying to inspire them: "I believe in McGee - he is a wild man, a darling of the desert!"

adhere to?

Believe?

Tyres stepped back and shunned a deadly sword.

What do you believe?

He breathed in pain, and the sword shield of his hands trembled because of many cross-attacks.

Through the sense of hell, the teenager can feel: there are more and more orcs around, most of them are holding weapons, quietly staying on the periphery - maybe they will rush to take over the companions when there is space, perhaps waiting for them out of arrogance The outcome.

Looking at more and more enemies in all directions, Tyres began to believe that his luck is probably over.

He knows that opponents are too strong, regardless of quantity or strength.

They have almost no chance.

He just fought in the instinct that he never gave up for so many years.

The sin of the prison river seems to have reached its limit.

"Hey!" There was a heavy blow from not far away, and the old hammer fell to the ground in the pain.

hateful.

Tyles sighed in his heart, tumbling hard, only to find himself rolling to the foot of another orc.

His heart is cold.

It is it.

It is the blue-faced orc.

It bowed its head and looked awkward.

The next second, the mace hits the ground!

"boom!"

Tyres dropped the shield, dragging his sore body, and shunned the blow.

Yellow sand splashes, fascinating eyeballs.

Tyres insisted on it.

He knows that for humans, the attack of these orcs is a fatal blow.

As for the opportunity to promote the sin of the prison river?

Got it, under the scolding of this intensity, there will be no black sword saying "will die."

There is nothing to shed blood and then launch a magical energy.

Once he is recruited, he will immediately know if the ferryman in the prison river is a legend.

Tyres struggled to get up, but he was not standing still, and a scimitar hit his sword!

"clang!"

Under the giant force, coupled with the unstable movement, he did not bear the blow, the long sword took off and fell again.

The weapon fell in the sand and made a dull sound.

It’s over.

Tyres trembled and felt only a terrible pain in his arm.

With Ginny, with Wyah, even with his rivals Nikola and Monti...

This level of fighting...

He turned over hard and saw only the blue-faced orc with a armor approaching.

It lifted the mace slowly to the prince's exposed teeth.

"Flaka." The orcs are cold and authentic.

Oh shit.

Taylors has some confusion.

Fraka...

What does this mean?

Have you studied in the class of Longyan City?

Dean and Louisa's anger is still in the ear.

Tyres gasped hard and touched him, trying to find anything that could cut blood.

But he failed.

The next second, the mace slammed down!

Taylor closed his eyes.

Small slippery head.

Remember to learn the orc language.

Otherwise, when you die, you don’t know what you are because...

Just at this time.

"Boom!"

The sound of steel collision.

In the dust and the wind and the wind, Taylors was shocked by a cold sweat!

He blinked sharply.

The enemy's weapons fell off and squatted on the side of their heads, one inch apart.

Tyres’ heartbeat was unresolved and he looked at the scene in front of him:

A very thick sharp iron fork, stuck in the gap of the mace, and deflected its orbit.

The iron fork was attached to a thicker wrist without a palm—it was like being cast into the bones.

The blue-faced orc who was prevented from killing seemed to be very dissatisfied. It turned to the owner of the iron fork and turned to the owner of the arm that was broken.

"Nasser!"

The orc roared wildly, and even the blue paint on his face was creased.

It was emotional, and left the finger on the ground of Tyres: "Saier, Fraka!"

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

The right arm of the iron fork still holds the mace, and there is no relaxation.

There is a strange word in its low voice:

"Sorino."

Tyres stared at their negotiations.

"Sorino," the owner of the iron fork arm repeated evenly:

"Sorino, Saturnel."

The blue-faced orc seems to be very angry, its smell is getting thicker and thicker, and the gray skin is shaking slightly.

But the owner of the iron fork seems to be very unusual. After a few seconds, the blue-faced orc roared and reluctantly took back the weapon. It glanced at Tells with a sly look, and hatred in his tiny eyes.

Tyres lay stiffly on the ground, only to feel that the excessive use of the body is about to lose control.

The blue-faced orc looked up and yelled at the surroundings: "Naku! Kandar!"

The next moment, like receiving instructions, all orcs, whether in combat or not, put down their weapons and stepped back.

Even the ferocious beasts such as the soldiers and lizards were held tightly by the two orcs and suppressed.

The orcs spread out, revealing Louisa, who was breathing in the sword, and Dean, who was holding her.

Also exposed the owner of the iron fork.

Taylors saw it.

This is another orc.

Another special orc.

The blue-faced orc of the armor is already huge, but the orc's figure is even bigger than the former, and almost two are tall.

This is not its biggest feature.

Its skin.

The orc's skin is pale and much lighter than the surrounding companions.

Its shoulders are covered with a thick pile of snow-white fur, which looks like a kind of fierce beast. The black armor of the metal hidden under the fur is obviously in a very high position.

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

Tyres frowned.

Is it the leader?

But the only mercenaries left were exclaimed.

The next second, the pale orc leader bends his black lips and lifts his thick left hand against them—the palm of his hand clasps the neck of a human captive, letting him struggle in vain.

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

Dean sighed: "McGee."

The brows who were caught in the neck trembled, their expressions were scattered, and their hands were unable to climb the huge arm of this special orc, but they could not make even a little resistance.

Taylor shook his head in despair.

It’s over.

The orcs made a sound similar to laughter, throwing a weak McGee to the ground, then lifting their broken wrists and aiming the iron fork above with the only mercenaries left.

The next moment, the pale orc slowly opened.

What surprised Taylors and the two mercenaries was that the spit out of the other’s mouth was a fluent, lyric with a desert accent.

"Human," the pale voice of the pale orc seems to bring the sand to shake: "You played very heroically, took away the soul of the four tribal brave, and won our respect."

Louisa blinked in surprise, and Dean frowned.

There were dozens of beasts around, standing in a black and pressed piece. They held weapons and stared at the mercenaries murderously, but they kept silent and no one heard.

"So, I am guaranteed by the honor of the Cracked Horde, just surrender to me."

"Your companions, including this Solino," it gently kicked the tales under the kick, solemn and serious:

"You can live."

Tyres moved slightly.

He remembered coming.

The word of the pale orc: Solino.

In the class of Longyan City, there are similar words in the glacier orc language, although the tone and suffix are not the same - Sorina.

means:

Cub.

Eight thousand words, um.

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

(End of this chapter)