Chapter 376 Adulthood

At that moment, the human captives were in vain!

Only Taylor’s heart is doubtful:

Different... different blood?

It seems that this orc... is famous?

The commotion continued for a while until the orcs impatiently "learned" the captives.

After a few seconds.

"I am so famous?"

The orc leader whispered to Tell's question, and the scar on his forehead was slightly folded.

Dean sneered.

"The Star Man, to be exact, is the Earl of the Winds, the Fortress of the Cliffs, Hodge Dastan, who almost madly offered a reward for the head of the ‘heterosexual.’”

The orc's eyelids moved slightly.

"If I remember correctly, 1 556 Tomond Gold coins are accompanied by a Lord's Manor and the glory of a Dastan family."

Dean continued:

"Just for the desert war of ten years ago, the Earl of Dastan was the eldest son and heir of the family who was raided by you."

The pale orc, Kandar Nushan snorted low and reached out and held a sacred guard who wanted to go forward, the blue-faced orc who grabbed the mace.

The orc, Kandar, breathed slowly and looked at Dean's eyes differently.

"But no one has ever won this reward." It faint.

“No, no one,” Dean sighed. “Because you are alive and kicking, your hands and feet are intact—”

Dean glanced at each other's wrists and the shackles attached to it:

"I mean, most of the hands and feet are here."

Kandar bends his lips and is more vicious on human standards.

"More than that, you have joined the Cracked Horde," Dean stunned three special orcs who were tempted to recognize each other:

"You still have your own sacred guard, and even have the right to speak with the honor of the cracked tribe."

The blue-faced orc whispered and was about to step forward, but was stopped by the white-lipped orc with his black bow.

"So, have you become their war emirate? Or is it simply the holy emirate of the entire cracked tribe?"

Dean squeezed a smile:

"What should we call you? Kandal War Emirates?"

"Or the king of the blood?"

Kandar smiled.

It slowly lowered his iron fork and allowed Dean to soothe his neck.

"The king of the blood?"

"No, I am not."

Kandar turned to look at everyone, be it a captive or a warrior, whispering:

"Only the person who surrendered the eight tribes at the same time was qualified to board the Dragon Throne, unite the orcs and even the ridiculous people, and become a veritable king of the desert."

"I am just a war emirate, not a king."

The orc warfare snorted with a deep meaning:

"Not for the time being."

At this time, the savage man in the prisoner, McGee, snorted.

"Hey, dream," McGee was on the ground, looking at Candar, cold and authentic:

"There is no king in the great desert."

"Nothing in the past, not now."

"There will be no more in the future."

The old hammer wants to give him a wink, but the brows obviously don't care about these:

"The desert never needs a king, nor does it need to be unified. It spits and curses every innocent madman like you."

Kandal turned and walked to McGee, watching the special battle lines on his face, his expression moving.

"You are a buff."

"But it is mixed with outsiders?"

McGee looked at him with cold eyes.

The orc warfare is cold and cold:

"You are standing in the wrong team, my Luma."

McGee’s eyes changed and he stood up.

"I am not your Luma."

He gnashed his teeth:

"And, six hundred years ago, you were also outsiders, gray bastards!"

The orcs of the Riftstone tribe are not linguists, but they clearly understand the "ash hybrid."

The **** behind McGee gave him a foot and mercilessly stumbled!

The ridiculous man fell to the ground and groaned in pain.

The perpetrators are not enough. They are going to continue.

"Oh, enough!"

Louisa roared:

"This is not necessary!"

Looking at McGee, who was curled up on the ground, Kandar just shook his head and stopped the perpetrator.

"So the rumor is true," Dean spoke in time to draw the attention of the war emirate:

"You, Kandar Nu Mountain, an ambitious alien species, wants to unify the sand-like desert."

The warrior tribe of the Riftstone tribe opened its mouth and exposed sharp teeth.

"No wonder." Dean nodded.

"Western Wilderness, the Bozdorff family of the British soul castle," the bald mercenary sighed:

"It is no wonder that after the desert war, the famous black lion family of stars will list you as the highest threat, and even more than the tribes who escaped from the depths of the desert, endlessly chasing you for six or seven years."

"Compared with other people who treat you as a little sand thief, they know your dangers - they disappear into a war emirate in a few years, and you really value it."

Kandar snorted.

"Whether it's a **** year or a desert war--you are like the sea of ​​the stars, this is why you venture to find the truth, as long as it is a thing that makes the stars not happy, you are willing to do it."

"Is it?"

Tyres frowned: this orc is, is the star kingdom... a dead enemy?

Kandar exhaled.

It looked at Dean and had an appreciation in his tone: "You are very good, Dean - I remember you."

Dean sighed slightly.

"Listen, the respected blood donor, Kandal War Emirates."

"I know your grudges with the stars and understand your hatred of the stars."

"But your opponent is the stars, the high-ranking human aristocracy, and the unparalleled army that swept the desert," he shook his head. "And we?"

"We are just a caravan that sneaked out and made a profit by taking a blockade order. It is deeply excluded and oppressed by them."

Dean looked darkly: "The answer you want? We don't know at all - they won't let us know."

Kandal looked at Dean's eyes and his eyes stayed for a long time.

"No, you don't know," the orc picked up the fierce lips and said:

"And in my experience, if you want to let you know, you need motivation."

Dean Emei: "Power?"

I saw Kandar turn around and glance at the captives coldly.

"If you don't know," it bites his teeth, his expression is strange:

"Then you have no value for me."

The people in the caravan began to tremble again.

"But you also took away the soul of my four tribal brave, seriously injured two..."

Kandar is faintly authentic:

"My soldiers are very dissatisfied."

The mercenaries are all frowning.

The cold eyes of the orcs were swept to them again.

At this moment, a shivering voice rang slightly:

"It is them... a distinguished war emirate."

"It’s those people who took the war of your noble warrior... nothing to do with us..."

Everyone's eyes turned to one side: the owner of the caravan, Tom Ding was crying, shivering and raising his arms, pointing to Louisa standing up.

The fast rope opens your mouth incredibly:

"you……"

But Kandar smiled.

"There is something that matters."

"In addition to the ridiculous people, the fate of all of you will follow our rules," the war emirates are cold and authentic:

"Under the testimony of the gods and ancestors, it is decided by an important duel - your warriors, our warriors."

"When you win, you will live, and you will die if you live."

Tomtin retracted to the ground.

The merchants are mourning.

"Hey!"

McGee protested without hesitation:

"Count me in! You bastard!"

The orc behind him pushed him back into the sand.

Louisa exhaled:

"So, still use a sword to solve the problem? Very good, old rules: give me a sword, and an opponent."

"I will solve the problem."

Kandal looked at Louisa in the cold wind, nodded slightly, then shook his head slightly.

"Do not."

"The candidate for the duel," the orc leader's voice is low: "It's up to me."

It is moving back.

"And I will choose the most necessary and urgent duel to decide your destiny."

Everyone is neat!

Regardless of the reaction of others, Kandar took a step in the yellow sand.

Go to his captives.

Puff puff……

The footsteps are heavy and slow.

But thrilling.

First, second, third...

Everyone who was swept by his body shape shivered slightly, and some even sobbed.

However, after Kandar stayed away from himself, he released his gas and burst into tears.

Until Candar went to the mercenaries.

Taylor’s heart was cold.

Puff puff.

The footsteps continue.

It’s like the ferry ringtone of the prison river.

Louisa, Dean, old hammer, fast rope... Everyone is trying to maintain calm and dignity.

Tyres lowered his head and forced himself to calm down, and Yu Guang was locked in the giant footsteps.

Until it stays in your own sight.

Disappeared with the footsteps.

At that moment, Taylors stunned.

What... What?

Everyone's face has changed.

"Do not."

Louisa's face was tight and she gritted her teeth:

"He is just a child!"

Dean frowned:

"At least find a match."

Tyres took a deep breath and looked up and looked at the orc emirate at the top of his head.

The pale orcs stood in front of Tells and watched their reaction, but instead bent their lips:

"But you must admit that this Solino is excellent."

During the conversation, Kandal bent over and leaned over, and the thick left palm touched the right shoulder of Tells and shook it hard!

Under the strength of the other side, Tyres turned around and felt that the whole world was upside down.

"Just the battle, he made me shine."

“There is no other person’s strength, small size, and even not used to moving in the desert.”

In the protests of Dean and Louisa, Kandar was easy to let go of the shoulders of Tyres, and the latter experienced a whirlwind.

"But you played very well, Solino, every move you make, perfectly restrains our size and strength, and your response is better than others."

of course.

That is the sword that deals specifically with the orcs.

Tyres sighed secretly, anxious in his heart.

The orc took a special look and looked behind it.

Taylor followed his gaze and glanced at him: the blue-faced orc supported the mace and looked at Tyres, grinding his teeth.

The voice of the Kandar war emirate changed.

"Speaking of irony, when we attacked, we assigned goals."

"My holy guard, Duraman orders his Luma, orders his brother Doru to kill you - because you look weakest, Duraman thinks it is protecting young and inexperienced Doru. ""

Taylors panicked and trembled slightly.

Young and flamboyant Doru?

He remembered the orc that he had met for the first time, remembering the moment when he used a dagger to make a hole in his neck, and its subsequent madness.

so……

That is……

"Unfortunately," the orc war sneer:

"Duraman's luck and tricks eventually brought misfortune to Doru: Luma, a mother of Duraman, who grew up in Dorothy, who died in your hands, looks the weakest Souri. promise."

Kandal pointed to the blue-faced orc.

"I hope my holy guard can learn the lesson."

It shook his head and looked at the long yellow sand in the distance:

"Indifference is innocent."

Blue-faced orc - Duraman can no longer suppress the anger in his chest, it roared at Tyres:

"Ah, ah! Fraka!"

Dean’s voice rang out of dissatisfaction.

"not me!"

The bald mercenary patted his chest and pointed to Duraman, protesting loudly to the warrior:

"Tell him, I killed the orc! Killed his Luma! Not Wyah!"

"Let him come to me!"

Tyres looked at them slyly and found that Louisa and the old hammer were also scared.

Only McGee, the native of the wild, struggled to curse on the ground.

bad……

"No, smart Dean, Duraman told me, he saw it very clearly," Kandar walked around Tyres, coldly:

"You are just the one who finally cut down the head of Doru, and really gave him a critical strike on the artery on his neck. He really defeated him and let him exhaust the person..."

Kandal sneered, pointing the fork on the broken hand to Tyres:

"It is this Solino."

Thales took a second.

"It's you, Solino, you took away the soul of Doru."

It looked at the teenager and shook his head slightly:

"You are Duraman's Fraka."

Tyres moved slightly.

I killed Duraman's brother, so I am Duraman's Fraka.

So, the meaning of Fraka is...

His face is white.

I saw that Kandar raised his good left hand and took a move toward Duraman in the distance, saying that Tyres could not understand.

"Boom!"

The blue-faced Duraman's mace slammed into the ground, dragging heavy weapons, staring at Tells fiercely, stepping forward step by step.

Going to the faceless Tales.

Candar is slow and authentic:

"To this end, my holy guard has reminded me many times."

"Duraman has the right to fight this Solino to get back the soul of his Luma."

"Right to ... revenge."

Kandal patted the shoulders of Tyres, and he was so strong that he almost fell.

But Taylors has no time to estimate this.

Looking at Duraman's majestic body, watching his scary weapon, Taylors took a breath.

What are you doing?

"You promised!" Louisa gritted: "He can live."

Kandal patted his shoulder and looked at him: "Yes, I promised... he is free from the death in the melee..."

The tone of the pale orc can be turned and sneered:

"But I didn't say that he can refuse others' duels and avoid proper revenge."

Tyres’s breath was frozen.

"And his duel will determine the lives of the rest of you."

The captives’ expressions were gray.

"Grass your mother!"

The old hammer can’t help it anymore.

"Despicable gray hybrid!"

But his protests were quickly crushed by the orcs - with their fists.

Kandar laughed loudly:

"Now, is the power enough? Does anyone want to tell me..."

It curled up in front of all the mercenaries' ugly eyes:

"An overview of the blade camp, and the reason for the Star Kingdom to send troops?"

"Do not!"

Louisa protested fiercely, but her shoulders were held firmly by the escorts behind her.

"It's not fair, he is human, we are human, you can't use the rules of the orcs..."

Kandar turned suddenly and screamed:

"do not forget!"

"You are the losers, we are the winners, the heroic Louisa," the pale-skinned emirate itself is already fierce, but the expression at the moment is even more ferocious, blocking the words of Louisa:

"And I think this is fair."

The orcs began to roar low, and it seemed that the scenes in front made them very excited.

Unexpectedly, Tyres raised his head violently:

"Wait, if I won the duel..."

The war emirate slowly turned around and revealed the savvy in the bright yellow scorpion.

Let the words of Thales be a slight meal.

"If you win the duel, first of all, Duraman and your grievances are over, you don't have to die from revenge..."

Tyres heard the words and slowly ignited hope.

"Secondly, you won the duel. According to my promise, you and your companions, you are free, you can go..."

In the heart of Tyres, it was another move.

He stared at Duraman's hateful face and his heart moved:

In the face of this opponent, if you use a special Northland military swordsmanship...

Coupled with the sudden sin of the prison river, you can even use the fate of Nilailai...

Maybe there is a chance.

But his hopes are shattered.

Just listen to Kandal’s words and turn: “But the end is just this duel.”

Taylors gave birth to a glimpse.

"As one of the Three Holy Guards, Duraman once swears with Yaku and Lusana that they are loyal to me. They are not Luma, but they are better than Luma."

The emirate's expression subtly pointed to the other two sacred guards: Yaku, who did not speak with a black bow, and Lusana, who was laughing with a big sword.

"So, once you win, Yaku and Lusana, they all have the right to challenge you for Luma's failure and start the next duel."

"Challenge their new Flaka."

Still thinking about the victory and defeat of Tyres for a second.

and many more.

New Flaka?

"what?"

The sluggish teenager has wide eyes and stretches out two fingers:

"Win one, give two?"

Tyres turned to Kandal, only to feel that the expression of the emirate at this moment was quite proud, and his eyes revealed a hint of embarrassment.

Kandar sneered.

"In case... In case you win them," the tall orc warrior shook his head and was full of regrets:

"Oh, you defeated the three sacred guards of the riprap tribe, which is a glory story, and you will gain the respect of all orcs in the desert."

Tyres’s mouth was slightly twitching.

"Thank you... then?"

Kandar narrowed his eyes.

"Then, since you defeated all three of me, I saw it as a hand and foot, and I saw it as a winged sacred guard."

"Then you become me and become the Fraka of Kandar Nushan."

Terscher was completely stunned.

Wardfak?

The war emirate is lazy, it refers to Tyres, and refers to himself, the demonstration also seems to lick the expensive fur on the body:

"It's my duel with you..."

There are more than two bonuses?

Tyres’s expression seemed to be frozen, and he couldn’t move for a while, only a pair of eyes, and he slammed twice in the horror.

It is... it is intentional, right?

"So this is a duel that you will never lose... the rules of shit... grass your mother!"

Louisa's anger was hard to stop, but was suppressed by the orcs behind him.

"Mom," the old hammer gnawed at the fast rope that was scared by her side:

"It is for us to look at this unfair duel... let us slowly collapse, despair..."

Kandar ignored her. It snorted and turned around and looked at the incredible prisoners: "Now, someone is willing to tell me, the Star Kingdom..."

At this time, Dean’s calm voice came:

"Don't forget, he is just a Solino!"

"According to the custom of the orcs, you have no right to bring underage cubs into the challenge!"

Kandal made a slight meal.

There was a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Yes, you are just a Solino."

"Sorino must be at the rite of passage, after defeating an approved opponent," Kandal looked at Tyres, and his face was embarrassed. "Becoming an adult becomes a warrior who can fight."

"Before this, you are exempt from the duel."

Louisa breathed a sigh of relief and struggled to get down.

Taylors also breathed a sigh of relief and cast a grateful look at Dean.

fortunately……

But in the next moment, the face of the Kandar war emirate will change!

"well!"

Candar strode to the front of Tyres and pulled him up!

The orc patted his thin shoulders happily, letting the dizzy taylor sway.

"Sorino, your name?"

what?

Taylor's eyes fainted and looked at the self-talking Kandar - the orc's vigorous slap was really amazing, he vowed: If the orcs buy and sell things, they are so "friendly" with the merchants, There is probably no business in the world that the orcs can't do.

The tales that haven’t returned to God have stunned:

"my name……"

But Kandar’s heroic hand wave!

"That doesn't matter, Solino! I solemnly tell you: Just today, in a battle, you defeated the brave man who was recognized by the Cracked Stones - Doru!"

what?

Tyres opened his mouth.

I saw the orc warfare with a happy color, and the sound was high:

"The moment you beat Doru, according to the custom of the orcs, you are no longer a Solino!"

Under the huge body gap, it bends funnyly, and the left and right wrists slap the shoulders of the little humans vigorously.

"Congratulations……"

"You are an adult!"

At that moment, Louisa and Dean were all in the same earth, and McGee’s curse became more and more anxious, and the old hammer silently bowed his head.

Kandar used his language to announce something to the orcs around him.

The orcs all roared in a low voice, boxing chest, and even Duraman, who hated Taylors, was no exception.

It turned to Tyres, but his eyes gazed at the surrounding prisoners:

"As a witness to the rite of rites, I, the squad of the riprap tribe, gloriously give you a new name - 赛卡, killer! Kill the opponent of the adult rite!"

Race - Saika?

Killer?

No, this is not the point, the point is...

Taylors took a breath.

"Now, just the adult racing card," in the fear of humanity, and the excitement of the orcs, Kandar's face was cold, turning his head to the blue-faced orc:

"You have the right and must accept Duraman's duel."

"Save your family."

The prince took a deep breath and tried to understand the current situation.

"Sika - Fraka!" Duraman snorted, and the mace was heavy on the ground.

The adult racing card, oh no, it is Tyres, he squinted his eyes back from the blue-faced orcs, and then looked at the other opponents one by one - if he could win - the sub-Liu of the white-lipped black bow, The road of the Great Sword **.

And in the end, the cracked stone tribe war emirate, the bloody, the Kandar Nushan.

He suddenly felt that the orcs, especially the so-called war princes in front of them, could be so abominable and mean.

They all looked at themselves coldly.

Feeling the weight of the orc warrior on the shoulders, Taylors struggled to maintain balance and spit out a painful breath.

"So..."

Kandar Nushan bent his mouth and revealed an indistinct smile, but his face lost all the temperature.

It grinds its teeth, and according to Tyres, looks at all the captives in front of them coldly:

"Before the duel begins, before your destiny is decided... the outsiders of the Sand Dunes."

"Does anyone want to tell me... What is the purpose of the Star Kingdom to send troops to the desert?"

Updated, showing five thousand words, actually six thousand words, don't thank me.

In addition, I updated some of the manuscripts left in writing on **, which is a plot that was not selected for the main text. You may wish to check it out.

By the way, please pay attention to **, some things will be posted on it, directly search for "the author has no sword"... Well, Facebook also has Oh! (Is it very foreign?)

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