Chapter 445: Provoking General
“Bah!”
Imar spat heavily.
“I, the majestic Emaar Stonemason, have been reduced to dealing with dirty and stupid orcs personally.”
His belly was bulging, as if he was filled with resentment, even to his chin. The beard on his head was also trembling.
"Stonemason clan, your king will return to the throne sooner or later and take back the power he should have held. At that time, those betrayers will be punished as they deserve."
Imar kept swearing and swearing , swear by his last name, swear by his hammer, even swear by his favorite beard.
According to this state, he came all the way to the cabin that Balash told him about, roughly opened the door, and said carelessly: "Gunther, you guy has... well, you Who is it? Where is Gunther? "
The decoration 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 blood cow tribe chief he was looking for.
Sitting next to the wooden table was a strange old orc, and two equally strange young orcs standing behind him.
The old orc stared at him, seemingly looking carefully.
Imaar felt very uncomfortable when he saw him. He coughed and said, "Guys, I seem to have entered the wrong room, I'm sorry."
After that, he turned around and left.
"No, you came to the right house. The young patriarch of the stonemason clan."
The old orc's words shocked Emaar.
"How do you know..."
"Haha! Except for the secret of how to enter the mountain, you dwarves seem to be unable to keep any other secrets, especially after drinking. ." The old orc showed a sly smile.
What the hell! Emaar thought to himself, three more people in the world are laughing at me. No, maybe a bunch of green-skinned furry cubs?
Orcs, these savage guys, are less reliable than dwarves in keeping secrets, not to mention that they don't regard other people's secrets as secrets at all. They are rude, uneducated, and like to make fun of other people's pain.
Perhaps his deeds have been "sung" throughout the prairie?
“I don’t know what you are talking about!” He planned to pretend to be dumbfounded. Dwarves and orcs don't live together, so these barbarians can say whatever they like.
But it seems a little late.
"Imar, you are the eldest son of the former leader of the Stonemason clan. But because you disobeyed your father, you were kicked out of the Mason clan and had to go over the mountains to join the Hammer tribe near here. I said "Is that right?"
The old orc's words were like a knife piercing into Emaar's heart, and his beard and the braid on it almost swelled. The muscles on his arms bulged high, and the fingers clenched into fists made a clicking sound.
"Hell, I really regret now that I didn't bring a hammer or an ax to open the bald head of your old guy. What's inside must be something the size of a peach stone."
Two young men The orcs looked at each other, smiled contemptuously, and didn't even move a step, which made Emaar even more angry.
"Oh, poor Ymael. You should learn to respect people older than you." The old orc had pity in his eyes, "But I forgive you because I sympathize with you. I know, you What you have suffered is not a simple banishment. You have been banned from entering the territory of your own clan for life. Your inheritance rights have been deprived. When the person you call your father dies, the person who sits on the seat of the clan leader will be your brother. ."
"That's not my brother!" Yimar shouted, he was irritated. "It's just a piece of dirty soil picked up from somewhere in the ravine."
"Oh, poor Ymael." The old orc said cruel words in a pitiful tone. "No matter how much you shout here, it can't change the fact. People now are just dependent on others, relying on the protection of relatives to survive. You're just a waste who lives his life indulging in alcohol and fantasy."
"You!" The dwarf Yimar's veins were exposed.
Eugene clapped his hands gently, "The Hammer Tribe's arrangement of waste is reasonable, haha! Look, weren't you sent to deal with their hated Gunther? Barash is really Your good cousin."
"This has nothing to do with Barash and the Hammer."
"You are such a generous person, 'His Royal Highness'. I would venture to ask, have they sent any soldiers to help you return home so far? Have they sent any soldiers to help you regain your inheritance?”
Emar said impatiently: "Clans and clans should not interfere with each other."
"Oh, even if you are their blood relative. The level of indifference in family ties between you dwarves is really beyond us. The imagination of these crude orcs! Look how your biological father treats you, and how your uncle and cousin treat you." Eugene exclaimed exaggeratedly.
“That’s enough!”
Imar’s patience reached its limit. The grievances, unwillingness, and anger he usually felt suddenly emerged all at once, and the negative emotions quickly gripped him tightly. of the whole 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.
Yimar grabbed the orc's fur clothes tightly with both hands, and with such great strength, he pulled the orc down from his 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 angrily pulled out their weapons, one holding a dagger and the other wielding a mace, shouting at the dwarf to let go of Eugene, otherwise they would let the dwarf know the heights of the sky. The dwarf could not get out of the house.
“Back off!”
Eugene waved his hand and shouted back his men. The two young orcs lowered their hands and took a step back, but they still stared at Emaar with resentment on their faces.
Eugene's face was a little flushed, and his breath was a little disordered. It seemed that Emaar's sudden move was beyond his expectation. Is the son of a clan leader so impulsive?
Imar looked at Eugene with real anger, "I know you are sowing discord, you dirty and disgusting bastards, you don't care about the long-haired bitches of sheep and horses, you think you are great Can’t you see your clumsy tricks?”
“Calm down! Young Patriarch of the Stonemason Tribe,” Eugene has no doubt that if he provokes the other party again, his strong hands will not do anything. Break your own neck without hesitation.
Although the dwarves were only as tall as the orcs' waist, their strength was not inferior to that of the orcs, and Eugene did not dare to enlarge them.
"The reason why I came to you is not to sow discord. What I want to say is..."
Emar's eyes were as wide as copper bells.
“What the Stone Hammer Tribe can’t give you, the King’s tent in the prairie can give it to you, and Chief Abal can give it to you!”
(End of this chapter)
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