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Although it is a Nairgo who usually goes out not less, but every time he goes out is because he hunts with the hunting team, so the leader who is responsible for communicating with the guards guarding the city wall has always been the captain who leads the hunt, and it is really the first time to really communicate with these guards.

Several orcs on the walls of the city wore leather armor, armed with bows and arrows, and had axes strapped to their waist.

Under the city walls, the wolf cavalry wore animal skin robes on the outside, and inside was a set of armor and holding large knives.

That's right, this is the same as the Sword Saint, and the weapons of the orc wolf cavalry are also similar to the long swords of the Sword Saint.

It's all a weapon like a door panel.

And one of the tasks of these wolf cavalry at this time is to check the identity of those orcs who come and go.

Step forward, identify yourself, and enter Gromashl smoothly.

Apart from the need to explain the identity of the accompanying Lantreso, they hardly encountered any trouble.

After all, not to mention Nairgo, Tazag can also be regarded as an orc who has a little fame here.

"I really didn't expect that after being away from home for so long, I would still be the same after coming back. Nairgo sighed a little, if there was no intervention from the follow-up legion forces, the orc clans might be the same as the War Song clan.

Conservative, lack of change.

"It's different. Tazag shook his head and smiled mysteriously.

"Who did you learn this laugh from? "Nairgo is covered in black lines, you say that a rough orc of yours has learned to play mysterious?

"Well, to put it simply, the Hell Roaring Chief is organizing newly grown orcs to participate in marauder training these days, maybe the wolf cavalry are going to make some big moves. "And I happen to be one of the Marauders."

"Then you have to train carefully, the Hell Roaring Chief has always been strict with the Marauders. "Nelgo is also somewhat relieved that the brother Tazag can become a marauder.

What? You say that gratification is not appropriate here?

You don't care about the shaman's business!

Talking and laughing, the group of three came to the throne of Gromash.

It had long been learned that a visiting chief of the Sword Saint had also sat on his throne early, waiting for their arrival.

Generally speaking, being able to come to this open-air throne is also considered to have entered the center of power in Gromashl.

There was only Gromash and a few marauders here, and as in the previous two years, Gromash was still strong, and the young orc's sharpness and bravery were on full display in him.

And his throne, the tree that had witnessed his shame in a battle, still hung the heads of those ogres.

"Good afternoon, chief. The three of them saluted.

"Hmm. Gromash said slowly: "The

Sword Saint of the Fire Blade Clan?" "Once I was the Sword Saint of the Fire Blade Clan, and in the future I will still be the Sword Saint of the Fire Blade Clan, only now I am not." Lanteriso said categorically.

"So, you're an outcast?" asked Gromash with interest.

"Yes, I lost the opportunity to prove my glory, and I want to take him back now. Lantreso looked directly into Gromash's eyes, and in his eyes and his expression, Lanteriso saw a hint of contempt.

"If I'm not mistaken, in tradition only weak and incompetent orcs are banished. Gromash looked at Nairgo, who had brought him in, and said, "You should know what I hate the most, right?"

Nairgo shook his head.

Lanteriso immediately retorted, "Chief, I have no intention of contemptuous of your authority, but you seem to be a little too arbitrary. "

They have gone against tradition, they have lost their glory, and they are the cowards!" Lantreso's voice grew louder and finally even roared.

But this did not arouse Gromash's disgust at all, but there was a trace of interest.

His voice was steady, and the contempt in his eyes disappeared, "So, you actually have a heart that wants to chase glory, right?"

"Okay then. Gromash asked, "What's your name?"

"So, did you come here to join the Warsong Clan or to seek the Warsong Clan's help?" asked Gromash, "If you want help, then what kind of help do you want?"

"Dar. Triple Blood Blade?" Gromash lowered his head and pondered for a moment. When he raised his head, he was smiling, "He is also a long-established Sword Saint Master, are you so sure that you can defeat him?"

Lanteriso had 100% confidence on his face.

"Good. Gromash said, "I will help you regain your glory and return to the clan, but it will not come without a price."

Of course, Lantreso wouldn't say anything like "What's the cost?" and Nairgo wasn't worried that his chief would be beaten by a second.

"I need the loyalty of the Fireblade Clan. "I admire you, so I hope we can always fight together in the future."

"I will not betray the interests of the clan. Lantreso also did not give Gromash this face.

Even his expression became a little cold.

Although the Fireblade Clan was a reliable ally of the Warsong Clan, he could hear that Gromash wanted the entire clan.

"It's not about selling out the interests of the clan. Nairgo suddenly interjected, "On the contrary, it will make your clan strong. "

Strong?" Lanteriso was slightly puzzled, if my clan was gone, it would still be strong.

Seeing that Lantreso did not turn this corner, Nelgo immediately turned into a dog-headed military master and began to explain his interests.

"That's a big benefit!" said Nelgo.

"Your clan is already poor to death, let alone trade with Delaney, it is good that the place in Havaro can afford orcs. "

Your clan lacks shamans, I have heard of this, only those so-called flame prophets, there are heavy floods on weekdays, and sudden droughts and the like do not play a big role.

"Lacking the power to open up the land, the warriors that the entire clan can use are villagers except for the Sword Saint. "

............

After the call, this Fire Blade Clan was almost the same as a slum under Nairgo's description, it was a pair of pants for a poor servant who didn't have enough to eat, didn't wear warm, and who went out.

But Landreso didn't have any good way to refute it, after all, it was indeed a sound!

Who would be stupid if the Fire Blade Clan was really rich and flowing oil?

After discovering that Lantreso really didn't understand anything, Nairgona spoke more and more smoothly, more and more excitedly, and occasionally accompanied by some body movements.

More confident than some successful person on stage who fools you into buying a book.

In the end, Nairgo began to praise the war song clan again, what soldiers are rich in food, national security and folk music, with a million armor, and thousands of good generals are all trivial, so they sent a "ten victories and ten defeats" to the fledgling sword saint.

But Guo Fengxiao is Guo Fengxiao in the end.

Nairgo didn't want to make up ten wins and ten defeats for half a day, and finally had to scrape together a seven-original sin for the Fire Blade Clan led by Dar Triple Blood Blade.