Tieling Fort ...... Fortunately, this name, which Lu Xi felt was full of various immediacy and subtle grooves, did not appear in the official documents of any national power after the collapse of the Sammanchar empire. Now, the orcs have taken over the castle and named it Dragon's Heart, of course, as a tribute to Asog, the Khan of the Burning Blade Clan, who led the orcs to a glorious victory in the previous war. Of course, it seems that it is only a matter of time before this young orc clan khan ascends to the throne of the Golden Horde, and there will be more similar things in the future.

The man who named this castle that is more than 10,000 years old Dragon Heart Fort is an orc. Of course, the orc certainly did not know the history and origin of this castle, but this did not delay him from sitting in the small dining room of this castle, gazing with great interest at the rhythmic and artistic reliefs and decorations in the restaurant, and then decided to entertain the guests of honor here tonight.

If the above content is placed on a human or elven nobleman, there is naturally no problem, but it is really very inconsistent with an orc general, as if we see a one-eyed, yellow-faced, black-toothed and a lewd and terrifying smile on his face, the five big and three stout and fierce bandit bosses, but with an orchid finger and a needle and thread, he personally embroidered a beautiful picture of a hundred flowers for us.

And it's really embroidered with embroidery needles! Because it's important, say it twice.

In short, this picture is so beautiful that people dare not dare to look at it.

But, at least tonight, the orc was the guest of honor. You have to see it, and you have to try to put on a smile that is honored, modest, polite, elegant and decent. Sitting at the same table with the other party, speaking unnutritious diplomatic rhetoric.

If nothing else. This must be a very painful thing, right?

This distinguished guest is a young man who looks no more than twenty-four or five years old, his appearance is handsome and delicate and even a little inhuman, but the contours and temperament of his facial features are a little feminine, and his smile is also elegant and decent, which is pleasing to the eye. He was dressed in bright red, a typical southern-style aristocratic gown, but the moldings were more intricate and elegant, as if it were a work of art that took years and the efforts of dozens of craftsmen to produce. He had a long sword hanging from his waist and a pitch-black cloak like night on his back. Judging by the appearance. This is a noble son from a high gate, who has received perfect higher education and strict etiquette training.

In short, no matter whether people have goods in their stomachs or not, but the appearance and gestures of the pretending force will definitely make many dicks and fart people blind and ashamed of themselves, and since then they have been full of envy, jealousy and hatred for the "aristocracy", which is destined to be swept away in the garbage heap of history.

There is no way, in Lu Xi's hometown, the class that has been reformed many times and has been oppressed and exploited several times. In an era when the light of so-called "democracy and freedom" has begun to shine on the world, there are countless petty bourgeoisie and young people who claim to be "highly educated", let alone the current medieval world.

The name of this "young man" is Abel? Saville? Moonwright, Henas Realm of the Dead. Marquis of the Moonlight family. He's naturally a pure vampire, but the complexion of his cheeks, though not healthy and ruddy, is at least not as pale as a dead corpse. At most, it's just an aristocratic fairness. The hair is also a very elegant purple color, and even exudes a hint of jewel-like shine. The only thing that showed non-human features was the blood-red eyes. But with the ability of a Blood Marquis, of course, he can change his pupils to "normal colors" such as blue, green, brown and so on at will. Even the top players are hard to see. It's just that the Marquis is now in the friendly camp, so there's no need to waste mana.

Abel? The Marquis of Savile is a vampire daywalker. The Bloodline with this title itself represents extremely powerful strength and supernatural camouflage techniques. Although their abilities may be weakened to a certain extent under the sun, they can endure this pain with extraordinary willpower, and in broad daylight, they can also move, travel, and even fight as ordinary people.

However, at this time, although the powerful vampire daywalker still had an elegant aristocratic smile on his face, he did not deliberately hide the astonishment in his eyes, and just stared at the orc sitting opposite him, that is, the commander of the "friendly army" who invited him to dinner tonight, and the current head of the castle, a middle-aged orc general named Moug.

In everyone's prejudice, the so-called orc generals should have a stronger physique than ordinary orc warriors, a more wild or brutal bloodthirsty spirit, and a big and uninhibited personality. The method of choosing the leader of the nation is very coarse, that is, to see who has the bigger fist.

This orc named Moug is naturally very strong, otherwise it would never be possible to hold an important position in the orc society. However, this guy actually put on a formal robe like a dog at this time, and I don't know where it was ordered, he looked a little nondescript, with a scarf around his neck, and a whole set of large cutlery on the table in front of him.

Mu monkey and crown. Abel? Savile may not know the idiom of Lu Xi's hometown, but this is how he is at this time.

"I know it looks weird, if it weren't for the fact that His Excellency Savile is a very polite nobleman, he might even have a sore stomach laughing now." Moug showed a helpless smile: "Actually, I'm not afraid of your jokes now, I'm actually very awkward now." ”

Isn't that a wonderful person? Abel? The Marquis of Savile couldn't help but be happy, and said, "But I don't know why you are doing this." In fact, although I am a very particular and even a somewhat demanding person, I don't understand the truth of following the local and the laity. If Lord Moug is reluctant to do this for the sake of entertaining me, he doesn't have to. ”

"For your attention, this is indeed an aspect. Marquis of Saville. Moug laughed heartily: "Besides, don't you think? Being in such a room has gone through the vicissitudes of history. In a room full of beautiful decorations, if I don't sit upright. Isn't it a blasphemy against civilization? ”

"Blasphemy?" The vampire marquis looked at the orcs opposite, then at the familiar decorations in the surrounding room, shrugged his shoulders, and showed a narrow smile: "I thought that every race had a different view of civilization. ”

"But as long as it is civilized, there should always be a pursuit of beauty and refinement. Otherwise, it's a barbarian. The orc accentuated the word "barbarian" and then shrugged his shoulders with an innocent expression: "That you may know, Lord Marquis." We put a lot of effort into taking off this hat. Therefore, I also want to seriously experience what it is like to be so-called civilization. ”

"And then? How does it feel? ”

"It was strangely uncomfortable, and it made me feel like my body and soul were bound." The orc said viciously, but before the other party showed a stunned expression, he couldn't help but grin and said, "However, once you can accept such a setting." But it's also strangely interesting, so funny. Look at the plate of barbecue in front of me, in normal times, we just roast it half-cooked and stuff it directly into our mouths to fill our stomachs...... But now? My sons don't know how to cook it civilly. Only a human captive who knew how to cook could be captured, carefully grilled for hours, sprinkled with sauces and spices. Garnish with strange vegetables for beauty. That's a real nuisance! Not only is it troublesome, but the process is lethargic. But then, the taste was something we had never experienced before. Is this the so-called light of civilization? ”

Marquis Savile didn't show a look of astonishment. The blood-red pupils revealed a look of interest, and after a long time, he suddenly let out a loud laugh: "Hahaha, Lord Moug, if I closed my eyes, I would definitely think that the person talking to me on the other side was a philosopher from Neosfia. ”

"Philosophy?" Moug's smile was a little nostalgic, but the content of his words was even more stunning: "I have indeed been exposed to this very interesting subject, and I have seriously audited several philosophy classes at the university of Neosfia." Although it may seem meaningless at first glance, when you think about it, there seems to be a truth that contains the world. Hehe, the Nord sword Tresnat said: If a truly powerful person wants to step through the gate of the 'Tao' and resist the side of truth, he must be a philosopher. Although that guy is an enemy, Asog Khan has taught us that the enemy's truth is still the truth, and as long as it is correct, we must accept it. ”

"This ...... It's surprising. For the first time tonight, the Marquis de Savile looked surprised, and he felt a real shock in his heart, and even had the feeling that he didn't know how to answer.

Although Neosfia is an open, multi-ethnic seaport state, there are limits to this multi-ethnicity. If an orc like an orc, who has been regarded as an evil race for thousands of years, really runs away to the capital of the seven seas, there is a good chance that they will be killed on the spot as terrorists, or they will be captured and sold as slaves. Orc slaves, whether used as coolies or gladiators, are the best products that are coveted by wealthy merchants, and their value may be second only to elven slaves in the overseas slave black market. However, the orc general kept saying that he had been to Neosfia and had attended lectures at the university there, which was no different from an al-Qaeda cadre who declared that he had swaggered into the White House for a buffet and that no one had arrested him.

However, if this incident had happened, it would have been sensational news, and the Marquis of Savile said that he could not have received any news. But in fact, he really hadn't heard of it at all.

"Thanks to a very good partner. He maintained a very friendly relationship with the Khan of Asog and had several pleasant business collaborations with the clan. The orc general smiled: "This lord has a very high status in the underworld of Neosfia, and he also controls the smuggling network of the Chamber of Commerce and the transfer of Orgrimmar through Guò Black Mancheng, and of course he is also a master of magic. Khan Asog once proposed to him the idea of studying in Neosfia. So, this adult made more than a dozen magic necklaces for us that can maintain the transformation technique for a long time, and as long as they complete a charge, they can maintain their transformation for three to five days when they are worn. In the eyes of ordinary people, our group should be a group of particularly burly human beings, right? Although he is inhumanly strong and does not look good, at least it has not reached the day when it will be turned into news by onlookers. It just so happened that thanks to the Khan of Asog, I happened to be one of the dozen orc guards who accompanied him on his journey to Neosfia, and I also learned a bunch of strange knowledge, some human, some elves, and some dwarves. ”

"You're amazing. Of course, Khan Asog, as well as your colleagues, are also remarkable. The Marquis of Savile said, "This is not a polite remark. As a Bloodline Daywalker, a self-proclaimed wise man, and a perennial traveller to and from the outside world in different capacities, I find it difficult to keep up with the ever-changing changes and growing knowledge of Neosfia. I can imagine how much you have endured and overcome in Neosfia. …… The great will of creation does not treat those who have worked too hard. Now, I can understand the origin of your glorious victory. Lord Moug, this is the honor that the Khan of Asog and the Burning Blade Tribe deserve. ”

"It's the honor Orgrimmar deserves." Moug corrected, and the others did not pretend to be modest, or that the orcs were not a pretentious race in the first place.

"Of course, the master magician who helped you sounds like a great elder, not only with such an amazing magical attainment, but also with such a rare spirit of fraternity." Marquis Savile smiled, expressing great interest: "If it is possible, if you are willing to introduce this master to the contemptible people, then both me and my lord will be very happy." ”

"That master has been in retirement for quite some time, and now the organization and chamber of commerce under his command are run by his disciples. Of course, if possible, your lord may be more compatible with the disciples of the master. Moug's words seemed to mean something, but before the other party realized it, he shrugged helplessly: "However, it's a pity that in the past few years since the master retired and his disciple was in charge, we haven't had any normal trade with each other, and now, the war has begun, and the future situation is even more uncertain." ”

"However, if we orcs can really control Black Man City, there is a possibility of going south to capture an outlet to the sea in Yang Halberd Bay and even the Gem Coast. Perhaps at that time, we will be able to trade with Neosfia in a dignified manner, and the nations of the outside world may accept us as a member of the civilized world. My biggest dream is that the orc children don't need to hide their heads and tails like me when they want to be educated, but can walk in the sun openly. This is also the greatest dream of Asog Khan. Moug looked at the Marquis of the Blood Clan deeply: "I'm like, Your Highness Your Lord Yawen, you should have similar thoughts, right?" ”

“…… It's natural. However, we have a lot of work to do to accomplish this dream! Including something that weighs down on our heads from above. "Abel? Marquis Savile said with an unchanging face.

Although the other party didn't say it explicitly, the big rebellion expressed in and out of the words was too obvious. But even so, Moug didn't say anything. He pondered for a few seconds, and then suddenly said slowly: "So, Your Excellency Marquis, does His Highness Yawen need us to do anything when he sent you this time?" (To be continued......)

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