My Frostmourne can't be so cute

The human husband and wife—the woman was obviously pregnant; Talrama just pressed the tip of the dagger against the woman’s bulging abdomen, and the man was already crying and uttering everything he knew. .

Tal Rama did not fully understand the man's words-his lingua franca was still not very high; but he knew that there were thousands of humans in this land, and they all hid most in this land. Go to the town at the southern end.

Tal Rama, who had obtained the information, did not let off the human couple-he raped/raped his wife in front of the man-or gang raped.

Tal Rama was the first, and then the blood cave orcs; Tal Rama still remembers how crazy the man was when he raped/raped his wife. He did not hear every curse in the man’s mouth. But he was very satisfied with the man’s performance—the desperate roar made him more excited than the scream of the woman under him.

However, Tal Rama didn't torture the man for too long-not that he didn't want to, but... the blood cave orcs were a little careless, and they burst the woman's stomach as soon as they came up.

In the man’s wailing, Tal Rama slit the woman’s belly and pulled out the already formed human baby inside, and threw it on the ground, flattening her foot in front of the man, like Stepping on a mouse or something else.

Tal Rama can't remember what the man said afterwards, because the other person's voice seemed to be hoarse; when Tal Rama cut the man's throat, he made no sound, even if his arm was hardened. He cut it off with a battle axe, indifferent-his eyes rolled up white, like a dead fish.

Tal Rama took his orc warriors and left, and threw the broken corpses of the human couple in the farmhouse with the door wide open—as for whether these corpses would become a dinner for wild dogs and wolves, Talrama didn't care at all.

For a period of time after that, Tal Rama led his orc warriors on the Westfall and marched southward; they rushed into every farm, but they never found any traces of human beings-this weak and weak The cowardly race hid like voles on the Nagrand Meadows.

This made Tal Rama feel very mad, and he missed the tyrannical pleasure/feeling he found in the human couple-he was not keen on raping human women-among the prisoners of war in Stormwind Many women, but Tal Rama was too lazy to look at them.

What Tal Rama likes is that when human women abuse them in front of their husbands, the human men’s beastly loud but powerless growl—rape/rape is just one of the means to satisfy the pleasure/sense of this abuse .

In the end Talrama decided to bring his orc warriors to the human settlement in the southern part of Westfall. He should have sought more help from the orc army in Stormwind, but he decided not to do so because he From the bottom of my heart, I look down on this race named "human".

After following the footsteps of Orgrim Doomhammer to capture Stormwind City, in the massacre that lasted for three days and three nights, Tallamar and the other Blackrock Orcs were immersed in the joy of victory and had long forgotten. They had broken down the old things in front of this rock-solid capital.

It's just that Tal Rama and his orc warriors lost their way in this land-it was a completely strange world to them-strange races, strange soil, strange animals and Plants, unfamiliar starry sky... They don't even know how to distinguish north, south, east and west.

But now, all the difficulties are in the past. After a long search, Tal Rama finally found this human settlement in the vast south. The architecture almost the same style as in Stormwind told him that here His destination is definitely correct.

This discovery made Tal Rama extremely excited-he took off his battle axe on his back-this battle-tested weapon, like its owner, was already hungry and thirsty.

However, when Tal Rama got closer to the human town, he found that the town seemed to be ready for their arrival.

Just within Tal Rama’s field of vision, he could see a hundred fully armed human soldiers-of course this number is not worth mentioning in Talla Ma’s eyes, but that one stands in front of all human soldiers , The tall figure, dozens of steps away from the edge of the town, completely attracted his attention.

That is a human warrior.

Tallama narrowed his eyes and stopped in his own footsteps; the blood cave orcs followed behind him, making a mess because the leader suddenly stopped.

Tallamar ignored the restless group of blood cave orcs. He looked at the human warrior carefully, and then found that the other party was also looking at him.

Tal Rama has never seen such a strong human being-under that iron barrel-like silver-white plate armor shining in the sun, is a body that is not inferior to an orc in height.

The human warrior does not have the same strong muscles and sturdy arms as the orcs, but his body is long and well-proportioned, and a long and generous epee is inserted into the ground in front of him-if this is his weapon, then Tal Lama had to admit that the opponent was a very difficult enemy-even an orc, not everyone could wield such a heavy weapon to fight.

Tallamar is not afraid of human provocations. If necessary, he will order his orc warriors to sweep this human town like a gust of wind, without even blinking his eyes.

But Tal Rama did not do this-there is no kindness in the orcs' dictionary, but they are keen to fight alone-and this is obviously a signal that the human warrior on the opposite releases to himself.

"All for Lao Tzu to stand here!"

Tal Rama yelled, and then picked a few strong blood cave orcs on his left and right, and motioned them to follow him and walk towards the bold human warrior.(To be continued.)

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"Human! Courage, not small!"

As he approached the human warrior, Tal Rama shouted to the opponent in his crappy common language—the orcs respected the warriors, even their enemies.

"Shut up, dirty orcs! Even kids who can just walk will dare to challenge you, because you green-skinned craps are just a bunch of cowardly pigs!"

The human warrior gave Tal Rama an unfriendly return.

Tal Rama was surprised-not because of the other party's cursing, but... in his ears, the human seemed to speak a fairly standard orc language.

Tal Rama didn't know where the human learned this language, but he wasn't interested in it—killing and fighting were his hobbies, and as for thinking...that's what the warchief needed to do.

"I know what you want to do, human, I can satisfy you, but before that... you must prove that you are qualified to challenge me."

Tallamar smiled grinningly at the human warrior, and then pushed a blood cave orc next to him; the latter walked a few steps forward with a bewildered expression, and then amidst Tallamar's anger He clenched his weapon and rushed towards the human warrior quickly.

...

The human warrior is naturally Ma Long; he knows a lot about orcs, so he believes that if he arrogantly shows a posture of fighting those orcs one-on-one, those arrogant invaders will definitely not refuse.

Malone noticed the blackstone clan emblem on the bare/exposed shoulders of the orc who had had a brief conversation with him—obviously, this orc was his real target—the commander of the invaders.

Ma Long can’t wait to rush up and chop the Blackrock Orc in two, but he knows it’s definitely not that easy—not to mention that the Blackrock Orc itself won’t be too weak, and there are several others beside him. The clan’s orc protection.

However, Ma Long still has a chance to kill the orc in a duel, as long as... he can pass this so-called test-a blood cave orc rushing towards him will be a good appetizer before dinner.

...

Seeing the orc rushing towards him, Ma Long drew his sword from the ground in front of him-last time in the one-on-one battle with the Blackrock orc at the edge of the twilight forest, Ma Long, who used a one-handed sword, could not eat A small loss, this time, he prepared in advance.

The standard plate armor obtained from Moonbrook Town’s Armory was a little unfit, but harmless; Ma Long dodged the battle axe that the blood cave orc slashed into his head, letting the opponent's body be under the influence of inertia. Stumbled forward and rushed a few steps again-after all, he was a fighter trained by Anduin Lothar himself, and the talent that Ma Long inherited from the original owner of this body was terribly powerful.

The blood cave orcs onlookers burst into a huge roar of laughter-even though Ma Long was their enemy, these orcs did not hesitate to give the roaring blush to their compatriots-as an orc, in a pair It was a shame that he was almost knocked down by humans in a duel.

Obviously this shame made the blood cave orc who was duel with Ma Long intolerable. He roared in a low voice, then brandished the huge axe, and rushed towards Ma Long again.

There is no doubt that the orcs possess amazing fighting talents; their vigorous fighting spirit and strong physical fitness are the necessities of becoming an outstanding fighter, but truly outstanding fighters also need to undergo heavy training and combat training.

Obviously this blood cave orc is still far away. Ma Long once again dodges his slightly clumsy attack. This time, he did not miss the opportunity, and the sharp two-handed sword smashed through the blood cave orc's side. , Brought up a splash of blood, dyed the brand-new standard plate armor on Malone's body red.

An exclamation sounded from among the blood cave orcs-they couldn't believe that their companions had failed, and the defeat was so easy and so thorough.

It seems that the blood cave orc also doesn't quite believe the fact that has happened-he covered his ribs in vain, his thick green fingers pressed against the naked/exposed skin there, but could not stop the blood overflowing like a spring.

The sharp sword in Ma Long's hand mercilessly cut through almost half of the blood cave orc's waist and abdomen; although he was not cut into two due to the angle and strength, such a huge wound was enough to make him bleed. Not only that, let alone the intestines entangled with blood clots and white fat that emerged from the incised abdominal cavity.

Almost instantly, the body of the blood cave orc lost the strength to support it, and the battle axe in his hand fell weakly to the ground, and then his already limp body.

The tall orc knelt on the ground with his knees weakened; his arms even weakened to continue to press the wound. When the green wrist dropped to the ground, there was no force to stop the intestine in his abdomen from flowing out of the wound. In the pool of blood, it twisted like a blind snake caught by its tail.

Ma Long walked to the side of the blood cave orc. He stepped on the intestines of the orc without any shy, and made a crackling noise under his leather boots.

Under the gaze of the blood cave orcs, Ma Long raised the long sword in his hand, and slowly but firmly inserted it from the back of the orc's neck until the sharp point of the sword broke through the orc's chest. Out, completely ended the life of this green skin invader.

Ma Long held the hilt of his own long sword, but did not draw out the long sword. Instead, he slowly stirred the body of the long sword in the orc's body; the flesh and blood surrounding the long sword was rotated. The blade was messed up, cut off, and fell on the ground in front of the kneeling orc, like a group of parasitic bugs, as disgusting.

Ma Long pulled the braids that the blood cave orcs combed behind his head to prevent the body that had lost its support from falling to the ground; his cold eyes swept across the blood cave orcs' faces one by one, and finally stopped. Staring at Tal Rama's eyes without flinching.

"Who is next?"

Ma Long asked in a proficient orc language, the smile on his face was cheerful and relaxed, and his playful tone was like a demon from an endless abyss.

The blood cave orcs were silent, and they looked at Tal Rama's back-according to the tradition of the orcs, they would not intervene in this disparity in strength but fair duel.