Chapter 27 I Didn’t Expect that Male Orcs Could Also Be Drunk

How is it possible? The powerful Grinding Hammer... is dead?

And his wild boar has also turned into a pile of rotten meat.

I wonder if there are other players' beasts that need to eat these things.

Dead? Okay, everyone, forget about the dead ogre, let's cheer for the winner!

Listening to the cheers from the audience, Nergo walked out of the arena with a smile on his face and returned to the lounge specially arranged by the ogres for the two of them.

Tazarg asked in confusion: "It seems that you are suddenly in a much better mood."

"Isn't it normal for me to be happy after winning?" Nergo rolled his eyes at him and said: "It's your turn next."

"No problem, brother." Tazarg is still used to using weapons such as bows and arrows or javelins, "Remember to cheer for me later."

"Then I'll buy wine and meat in advance." Nergo didn't worry that Tazarg would get into trouble. Even the Grinding Hammer that was blown so hard was like this, and he really couldn't think of why Tazarg would lose.

Look, here, several waiters have brought the best ogre beer and steaming barbecue.

Nergo was not in a hurry to fill his stomach, but walked out of the lounge to find someone.

"If I'm not mistaken, you have just become adults?" Lantreso asked as soon as he entered the door.

"Hurry up and sit down." Nergo asked Lantreso to sit down quickly, and said with a smile: "It's not an easy job to find you. I asked a lot of people before I found out where your lounge is."

I have to mention here that at the beginning, they were all waiting in a hall to play, but when they were not playing, they still had an exclusive lounge.

"I'm still one adulthood away from adulthood." Nergo said, "We'll attend the ceremony when we return to the clan."

"How interesting." Lantresor thought his guess was bold enough, but he didn't expect the truth to be even more outrageous, "Is your Warsong clan so crazy now?"

"Even children can come out to participate in the fights. If your hands were not intact, I would almost think you were from the Broken Hand Clan."

"You are surprised by what you have never seen. If orcs grow up without fighting, they will be cannon fodder even when they grow up." Nergo said, "Besides, Warsong orcs are not afraid of challenges."

"Okay." Lantresor curled his lips, "It seems that the wolf cub is also a dangerous wolf."

"What about you, Sword Saint?" Nergo pretended not to know Lantresor's story and asked him, "I didn't see your Fire Blade flag."

Lantresor didn't ask stupid questions like how did you know I was a Sword Saint.

Because except for the orc sword saints of the Fire Blade Clan, they would never use that weird long sword.

Axes and hammers are the weapons most commonly used by orcs.

"That involves a long story."

"It doesn't matter. I have always been patient with my friends."

"Friends?" Lantresor said self-deprecatingly: "I haven't thought that one day I can only make friends with children."

"It may be strange to make friends with children, but what if I make friends with shamans?

In fact, since hearing the name Lantresor in the lounge earlier, an idea has emerged in Nergo's heart.

As the swordmaster of the Fire Blade Clan, he was exiled by the enemies of the clan because of his half-blood identity.

In this case, being with him If he builds good relationships and makes friends, he can get help from an excellent swordmaster and general.

But what if Nergo helps him kill the enemy, return to the clan, and even ascend to the position of Chieftain of the Fire Blade?

Then he can have the swordmaster of the entire clan.

Build relationships - make alliances - get him to work - take him in as a dog.

The only difficulty here is that they need to make a big fuss in Havalor.

As for the rest?

Makgora can solve all problems.

"I come from Havalor, the home of the Fire Blade Clan. Many years ago, I lived there like other swordmasters." Lantresor took the light beer handed by Nergo and drank it all.

"Later, my enemy came to power, and he exiled me because I was a half-blood, and also stole my battle flag."

Lantresor's voice was full of anger, "Sooner or later, I will use my sword to ask them for justice and take back the position I deserve. ”

During this period, Nergo fully played all the things a listener needs to do.

For example:

“Yes, that guy is really not authentic.”

“No way? No one speaks for you?”

“Look at it this way, brother, you are really wronged.”

“Bah, what? I think he is jealous of your swordsmanship talent.”

The fire-fighting master Nergo came online.

Just like that, after a few glasses of wine, Lantreso became more and more angry as he drank, and the more angry he became, the more he drank. He was furious and he was getting more and more angry.

When Nergo saw that it was almost time, he signaled to Tazag, who had just returned, that it was your turn to speak.

When Tazag saw the look in his eyes, he also knew it well, and handed over a large glass of wine, “If you ask me, we should do it today instead of tomorrow. Listen to me, let’s find a place to rest for a while, and then take the weapon directly to Havalo and kill him!”

“Kill him? "Lantresso was a little drunk. At this time, he was not as mature as he would be later. He was already full of resentment and was not prepared under the instigation of Nergo and the others.

"Yes, kill him! Use the sacred Makgora!" Tazag winked at Nergo and thought, this is not difficult, right?

Nergo responded with a smile, as if to say: Well done!

He helped Lantrexo up, "In this case, you come back to the Warsong clan with us first. After all, I am also a shaman and can speak well. When I report to Chief Hellscream, we will be escorted by the wolf cavalry of our clan. You go to Havalo, and under the witness of the two clans, I believe you will be able to wash away your shame and even become a chief."

Nergo's voice was full of confusion.

If it weren't for the different professions, he might have been preparing to use magic to quietly change Lantrexo's mind.

"Yes! By then our two clans will all be brothers!" Tazage glanced at Nergo and thought to himself, to be greedy, you have to be greedy, I just thought you were You want to kidnap a sword master back to the clan, but I heard that you want the wolf cavalry to take down Havalo together?

Good guy.

What kind of alliance? When did the Burning Blade Clan become worthy of forming an alliance with the Warsong Clan? Even they can live in Nagrand thanks to Hellscream's mercy and the orc tradition that does not allow civil war.

"Yes! You're right!" Lantrexo suddenly yelled. It was obvious that he was completely drunk.

"I'll just listen to you, I, I..." With a thud, Lantrexo fell there helplessly.

Looking at the drunk Lantriso, Nergo and Tazzag looked at each other and smiled.

The two of them had a lively conversation just now, but they really didn't drink much.

No, Lantrexo was drunk and fell down, and the two of them still acted like nothing happened.

"Go, take all his things, and let's get him back to the clan."