Sword and Magic and Taxi

Rome was not built in a day, or it is not a day to freeze three feet of cold. There is nothing wrong with these words. Especially when all his subordinates are orcs, it is even more impossible to make any breakthroughs quickly. You must be patient and "wait the next round."

The biggest difference between Zhao Mai and other competitors is his extraordinary patience. He spent countless years as a **** and witnessed the birth of the world and the reproduction of races. Compared to elves, dwarves, and halflings, the speed of the orcs is fast enough, and the Z worm is even faster.

Even if you have trouble making the "Bacterial Blanket Guardian", this is normal. Creating life is not art, and it is impossible to imagine a picture in your mind. What you draw from the gourd has a corresponding function-only Ma Liang's magic pen has such a magical ability. Like a creature like a jumping dog, as a traverser, Zhao Mai knows roughly what functions the Zerg low-level units can have, but if you really design it in accordance with the pictures of games and movies in your mind, that is turning the cart before the horse.

He is not afraid of failure, nor is he afraid of spending time here, but obviously other competitors may not have such good patience. While Zhao Mai was still having a headache to improve Z Worm, a special messenger came to the settlement of Blackfoot.

"Here came an orc riding a dire wolf and brought a letter to me?" Zhao Mai frowned when he heard the news. "Asshole! Can I read! Who is writing to laugh at me!!"

He followed Darryl out of the tower angrily, and from a distance he saw a red-skinned orc lying on the fence of the arena peeping in. "That guy?"

Darryl nodded and unfastened the crossbow from behind: "Boss, if you hate him, I will shoot that bastard!"

"No, it's too cheap for him." Zhao Mai kicked the food reserve that was lying on the front of the door, basking in the sun: "Drag that guy over for me!"

The food reserve rushed out with a stride, swiftly passing among the orcs that came and went, without touching any pedestrians or objects. Just as the red-skinned messenger heard the intensive footsteps, he turned his head vigilantly, the food reserve had rushed to his side and bit his calf in one bite.

He didn't give the orc a chance to resist at all, and he fell directly to the ground with food reserves, dragging him all the way to Zhao Mai. The orcs in the black-footed settlement were yelling, and a few orc children picked up the mud and threw them at the red skin. The messenger came to Zhao Mai all the way in this way, his eyes were not able to focus.

"Come riding on a dire wolf? Your leader is not a goblin, right?" Zhao Mai dragged the leather armor on the orc's chest and dragged him up. "Say, where is your settlement?"

"Black... black-footed leader, our leader, Bogu Beastfang is indeed a goblin." The red-skinned orc mouth was a stench, and God knows what he had eaten while riding along the way. "I have a letter from our leader."

"Asshole! When does a goblin dared to laugh at orcs? Are the other orcs in your place a waste of eggs and eggs? Write to me? Goodness, this evil and human ills have also infected you?" Zhao Mai snatched the letter from him and tore it to pieces.

"Mordor Black Foot Leader, our Beast Tooth Leader made me remember a message, you can tell it to you." The messenger cleared his throat, humped his head and learned: "The last confrontation was a misunderstanding. Originally, the herd was going to clean up the ghouls, and didn't want to run into the powerful Blackfoot. The beasts have no intelligence, but the Blackfoot and the Beastfang tribe should not be hostile. Together, both sides can develop."

"That's it? A goblin dare to tell me to join hands? Does he dare to stand in front of me, I won't trample him to death!" Zhao Mai snorted, and the reserve grain immediately understood, grinning and aiming at the orc's neck, threatening The meaning is quite obvious.

"Of course, of course, it's not just talking. Our leader is willing to trade weapons and food, but you only need to ask you not to attack our territory." The orc said: "Your fighting majesty is amazing, our leader admires it very much, so I would like to make this friend with you."

"Haha, did you hear that? A goblin wants me to be his friend?" Zhao Mai kicked the red-skinned orc, and the surrounding orcs shouted passionately "WAAAGH!"

"Does your leader have any ability to sit on an equal footing with me? Whether you send a dire wolf or send you spineless orcs, the end will be killed! The corpse crushed, broke his arm, and let him go!"

"Don't! Blackfoot leader, we have gifts, we have gifts!" But even if he yelled, Zhao Mai still didn't respond. Dushat had a tendon in his mind, and he smashed his shield and flew the Redskin Orcs away. The arm was twisted unnaturally, and it must have been broken completely. When it fell to the ground, the messenger orc had passed out.

"Darryl, when he wakes up, give him the stick of his arm, and then let him go. Just let their leader come and surrender as soon as possible, or wait for me to tear him off from whatever position!" Zhao Mai Wiping his nose with his finger, he smiled and said, "But, that guy said there was a gift. I guess he didn't come alone, maybe there is a caravan of gifts."

"Very likely, do you want to..." Darryl made a gesture of reaching out and grabbing a hand, the significance of which was self-evident.

"Of course, how can this kind of thing be let go. However, there are too few people in the settlement who can fight, and some people have to be left. I will go alone. You only need to arrange some people to carry it. live."

Darryl nodded. He knew he didn't need to talk nonsense, he just had to execute the order well.

Zhao Mai called the reserve grain over, let it sniff the smell of the red-skinned orcs in the air, and then traced it back.

"As soon as the leader makes a move, it must be fine." Dushat said with a grin as he stepped on the messenger with his foot. "How about throwing this guy into the cellar first?"

"Okay~www.NovelMTL.com~ you can do it." The management of the orcs is like this, and tasks are arranged layer by layer. When Zhao Mai is away, Darryl is the leader.

Dushat dragged the orc all the way to the door of the dungeon. There were many orcs and slaves who disobeyed the command of the fire crows. There were strong iron fences and trap doors that could only be opened from the outside. Since Zhao Mai took over the tribe, this place has been empty. Whether it is an orc or a slave, there has been no rebellion for the time being. The orcs currently have food to eat, and few can fight, especially since no orcs consciously approach the level of their leader, they dare not challenge at all. The slaves concentrated on clearing up wasteland and worked, and the food was basically enough. All the slaves belonged to Zhao Mai. Under his prostitution, the orcs would beat and scold them, but there was no damage to the leader's property. Even slaves who want to escape don’t feel the need to rush for a while. It’s more important to look at the situation and collect more food tools on the way to escape.

The redskin goblin was thrown into the cell, staying alone in it. "The leader is right, the orcs you never fall are too weak, no wonder you let the goblins become the boss!" Dushat spit at him, locked the door and went out.

The prisoner immediately opened his eyelids when he heard the loud noise of footsteps moving away and closing the door. "Asshole, my arm!" He cursed in a low voice, and then began to think about countermeasures. "A bunch of stupid guys who can only rely on brute force, don't know what resourcefulness and technology are!"