Chapter 747: Human Language

But when you see green skin, it doesn't seem like you're going to be doing anything to them anytime soon. Otherwise, they wouldn't be providing these dying prisoners with food and water let alone green skin, like human death row inmates.

"Eric, tell me what happened after going to Iron Fist Castle, how did you get defeated?" Abramdon asked when Eric regained a little energy.

There is nothing to hide. Eric carefully narrates the sequence of events from when the army arrived at the front, focusing on the battle. From the plan made before the battle to their own misjudgment, the knights fell into the enemy's line of defense and were finally wiped out by the green skin. As he spoke, he noticed more than once the prince clenched his fists and pounded on the thick wooden cage.

"Damn. That's how she wants me to disappear. No wonder Green is so aggressive that she wants me dead! She's going to take the Knights of the East even if I'm gone. That bitch!"

"That's what you said, Your Highness. It doesn't quite fit."

"Eric, what can we say now. That bitch killed everyone. All I can say about that bitch now. Do you think we'll make it back alive?"

The two of them stopped talking because there was a loud bang in the distance. It should be noted that Eric and Abram's cage was not placed in the open air, but in a giant tent. These two cages take up only a small portion of the tent. While the entire tent is a mix of cloth, leather and even paper, the furniture is equally rough and rough to two captive eyes. But if a green skin is to qualify for such a big tent, it means he has to be a boss.

A group of green skins walked into the tent, there were goblins and orcs, talking all the way. These two people couldn't understand what the green skin was saying (only those magicians who seek knowledge can understand the language of green skin), but they could tell from the tone, appearance and movements of the green skin that the big green-skinned orc in the middle is the boss. Every time he speaks, the rest of the green skin shuts up, and even the rowdy little sperm is respected.

"It's that guy" Eric heard Ablanton muttering to himself, clenched his fists with both hands. Eric himself recognized the orc on the opposite side as the green-skinned boss who knocked him down on the battlefield.

Greenskin had a rowdy discussion around a table in the center of the tent. It took a lot of effort in the cage for the two prisoners to finally realize that a large, untidy-looking piece of leather in the middle of the table was a map. Just now, this group of green skins discussed the battle plan on this map.

"Boss, those two humans! Do you want to roast or eat them raw?" Grabbing, kindly suggested to the boss. "I have a big fork! Small pieces can be grilled, but if you eat it at once, it's better to order a cage and burn it, the taste is better."

"No, I won't eat it for the time being." Flag's boss replied. Regarding eating, this is really the blessing of the green-skinned lazy lifestyle. So far, the boss has not found the difference in eating the green-skinned blood flag.

"Boss, I can magically roast them to medium." Shaman's proposal. "It will taste good."

"No, I won't eat it!" said the flag boss, "I want to ask them, where is their big leader!" Let them take me to see him! I'm going to chop off that big man's head and stick it in my back! "

The old flagpole boss is still empty. In this respect, however, green skin is a very proud, dainty honor. As a commander-in-chief, it is absolutely impossible to find a broken head and put it on it. If you don't have the right mind, you may also be empty. For example, the severed head of a headhunter defeated by a Blood Banner boss is not eligible to put it on a stick as a trophy.

That's the end of the topic. In fact, there are no more topics to talk about. These days, Blood Banner's army has grown further. The good news is that Blood Banner has won the Battle of Dalian, returned to Iron Claw Mountain, and now piles of green skins are catching up to join the great Wayag. They missed a good start, but now they don't want to miss more.

Although their face-to-face Olympic bidding army insisted not to fight, every green-skinned person knew that the banner head was gathering strength and was preparing to keep these people in the air from everyone. In the green camp, the goblins are using their trophies to create new tools of war, turning human armor into something suitable for green skin, while the orcs scour for their weapons from intact weapons.

The rest of the green skin has gone, now only the boss remains. The boss pulled up the curtains of the tent and yelled that although Eric didn't understand, he could still guess, it probably meant "leave me alone, or kill you."

The green-skinned boss then walked up to the two prisoners and walked all the way to the cage.

The two prisoners exchanged eyes. Then they looked at the big orc face to face. The orc stared at them, and they watched the orc's boss carefully.

Both of them took a breath in the same way. It's not because orcs are weird. There's nothing special about orcs, just a little bit bigger, with green hard tumor skin, rough hair, slightly camelback, low forehead pig face, pointy ears, Red eyes, protruding mouth, and sharp teeth on the next row of dogs. It was like a boar's tooth but because the orc's eyes shone with peace.

Orcs are known to be short-tempered, warlike, and have a penchant for killing. Normal orcs are not like this.

"You two don't have to look like that" The boss's blood flag opened his mouth, not in the language of green skin, but in human language. "Don't worry, I won't eat you."

The two prisoners glanced at each other again and their common sense was shattered by what was happening before them.

"You" for a long time, Abbrandon suddenly yelled. "you

Not green! "

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and slammed into the face of Banner Boss. If it were magic, like magic, direct skin-to-skin contact would instantly drive away the magic that dazzled the eyes. Because he was in shackles, his movements were not very fast, but the boss's blood flag was not hidden.

From the hand is normal touch, which is rough and hard green skin with a slightly greasy feel. This guy is really a green orc. At least he doesn't have any magic tricks to confuse vision.

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"Who are you?" Eric asked calmly. Maybe he was old and had seen a lot of strange things, and he wasn't too surprised by this strange orc. No matter what race, there are weirdos.

"It seems that I asked the question. But this time I will satisfy your curiosity. I am the flag boss, the commander-in-chief of the green-skinned war."

Banner's boss walked around the cage, watching the two prisoners' appearance with interest.

"What do you want to know?" Abbrandon asked. While he knew little about the green-skinned prisoner, he still knew little about the human prisoner. If a soldier is captured on the battlefield, his final fate is but three. One is extortion for ransom, the other is execution, and the third is slavery. Of course, there are four other ways, that is, if the victor is merciful, or for other reasons, the captives will be released (even some dry food and clothes). But Abbrandon doesn't think he'll have that much luck. ..