The Earth People are so Fierce

After pouring eight glasses of spirits in one breath, Buck's anger faded slightly.

The urination gradually swelled.

He burped a foul-smelling wine, hooked his shoulders with a cousin, and staggered towards the back alley of the tavern.

In fact, Pointe-Noire has an advanced public health and sewer system far beyond the clan civilization.

No way, the food intake of the higher orcs is amazing, and their digestive system is different from that of ordinary people, and the volume of excrement is ten times that of ordinary people.

If it were a huge and unfriended existence like a human being, the excrement might be dozens of times that of an ordinary person.

The war was about to begin, and the army gathered in Pointe-Noire had skyrocketed more than ten times more than usual.

Without a complete set of facilities and a well-functioning sanitation system that can handle a large amount of excrement in an instant, the city of Pointe-Noire will be overwhelmed by dung piles before the army is ready to pull out to claim glory!

Therefore, in the old blacksmith's tavern, there is a very grand toilet that can accommodate even the elephants.

But the wild boar Buck from Hongxi Town is still used to the small alley on the back of the tavern, facing the small wind, looking at the high sky, whistling, and recklessly solving problems.

He has patronized the Old Blacksmith's Tavern more than ten times.

Even with his eyes closed, he still touched the place with ease.

Unbuttoning his belt, imagined the big Buck of the Bloodhoof family, with a blue nose and swollen face, crying bitterly, kneeling in front of him begging, he smiled, and the floodgate was wide open, heartily dripping.

He kept muttering: "I shot you to death!"

After a while, the problem was solved. The Boar Buck shuddered and was about to return to the tavern. He and his brothers continued to remember the glory of the Red Brook family and how to deal with Big Buck.

Suddenly, he heard his name.

Deep in the back alley of the tavern, there is a recessed corner with a large amount of debris and **** piled up. It will take ten days and a half for the rat people to clean it up.

Buck the Boar had never noticed here.

At this moment, someone inside said quietly: "...Buck...hehe..."

People are always particularly sensitive to their own names.

Moreover, this voice was sharp and thin, half male and not female, with a devilish air, so harsh, it was difficult for people to pay attention.

Of course, the other party may not be talking about the Boar Buck.

After all, "Buck" is a very common name.

In the whole city of Pointe-Noire, there are less than three to five hundred "bucks".

But Buck the Boar still poked his head curiously, put his big ears on the corner wall, and eavesdropped on what the harsh sound was saying.

"Master Big Buck said that the pig was beaten by him so that he didn't even recognize his parents, and his fangs were all knocked out. Tears were squeezed from the top, and urine was squeezed from the bottom. There was no way, so he had to kneel down and beg Lord Buck's forgiveness.

"The pig said that from now on, he will never dare to call such a loud name as'Buck'. As long as Lord Buck can spare him, he will call a'little' in front of his name. Buck'.

"Haha, little Buck from Hongxi Town, are you funny?"

These words are like a piercing cone made of ice.

Along the gap in the skull, it stabbed into the brain of the wild boar.

Instantly frozen his three-point drunkenness.

But after the ice layer on the cerebral cortex cracked, the anger that spewed out from it was even hotter than magma.

"Little Buck from Hongxi Town"?

Fuck, there will be no one else anymore, the wicked voice in this demon is talking about him!

"what!"

The wild boar Buck had red eyes, raised his fists, and stepped across the corner.

I saw two drunken rat people sitting and lying half-sucked beside the smelly garbage dump.

One of the rat people was completely drunk, got into a big bottomless basket, curled up, fell asleep, and snored everywhere.

The other Ratman, who was also very drunk, didn't realize that his companion could not hear his voice, and even couldn't figure out the direction of his companion, but regarded a dirty mop as his companion's head.

He hugged the mop head very affectionately, and said nonsense one after another: "Unfortunately, we are not handymen in the Blood Skull Arena. We can't see that pig kneeling begging for mercy and calling ourselves "Little Buck". Hee, hee hee hee, that must be very interesting!"

The Boar Buck is furious!

Not just because of the other side's slander.

More because of the identity of the other party.

This guy has a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, two claws wrinkled, and a short rat tail is dragged behind his back, with a lot of rat characteristics.

He is a rat man!

Rat people are the most despised existence among the various races and classes of Turan civilization.

In fact, the reason why the "untouchables" are called "the rat people" is because the rat people are the most timid, the dirtiest, and the most despicable.

The vast majority of rat people do not have the slightest blood of rat people in their bodies, nor can they see the slightest characteristic of rats. Apart from being relatively thin and wretched, they are not very different from the clan warriors.

They are also considered to be able to reform, use blood and even life to wash away the shame, and rejoin the clan.

Rat people are another matter.

People who are considered hopeless, not worthy of forgiveness and reformation, and have been completely abandoned by the ancestor spirits a long time ago.

In a word, the rat people are the untouchables among the untouchables, the untouchables among the scum, and the cowards among the cowards, they are "Shame of Turan"!

The reason why such a despicable ethnic group still exists in many places in Turanze today.

Mainly because their fertility is so amazing, just like real cockroaches and mice.

No matter how the clan lords culled and annihilated, they are still inexhaustible and eliminated.

This is fine.

After all, foundry workshops, ancient mines, construction projects, and cannon fodder troops all need to be filled with a large amount of fresh flesh and blood in order to operate at high speed.

There are also many rat people in Hongxi Town.

All are slaves of the clan masters.

Seeing the wild boar Buck coming from a distance, they all had to crawl on the ground and bury their faces deep in the mud, lest Master Buck would see them disgustingly and dirty his eyes.

Unexpectedly, in Pointe-Noire, even one of the untouchables would dare to arrange the gossip of the master!

Without even thinking about it, the Boar Buck yelled and raised his foot, hitting the Ratman's chest.

The Ratman was so drunk that he hadn't noticed the appearance of Buck the Boar at all. He was still blushing there, spitting and chattering endlessly.

Suddenly he was kicked three or four arms high, hit the wall heavily, and slipped down like a torn sack, but he couldn't even make a scream, his eyes rounded, his cheeks bulged high, "Wow "With a sound, a lot of blood and vomit were ejected.

Hearing the movement, Buck's cousin hurried over to check.

Seeing the vomit and blood stains on the boar Buck's leather boots, I thought that this humming ratman had inadvertently offended his cousin.

"Buck, what's the matter?"

The cousin has a pair of slender eyes, and he is considered to be the more stable one among the many wild boar warriors in Hongxi Town.

He squatted down to look at the Ratman's clothes, touched the material of the clothes, turned his head and said, "This guy is well dressed, not like an ordinary handyman. It's best not to kill him directly. If he really offends you, Find his master and let the master give us an explanation!"

"Of course I won't kill him, otherwise, I just kicked his heart!"

Buck the wild boar bitterly dragged the mouse man up, checked his chest first, and spitted contemptuously, "It's really cheap bones, it's quite resistant to beating!"

But he couldn't hold back his anger, and once again punched the rat man's sharp-mouthed monkey on the cheek.

Of course, it is what he thinks is "not light or heavy".

The Ratman was beaten by him so that he could only vent his breath without air, foaming at his mouth, and convulsing violently.

"Humph!"

Seeing that he was really going to die, Buck, the wild boar, let go of the Ratman and asked his cousin to get a basin of clean water. By the way, he called the other three companions from Hongxi Town.

"But, why on earth?" the cousin asked in doubt.

The Boar Buck "babbled" for a long time, his face flushed red, and he just said: "Stop talking nonsense, let you go, and you'll know later!"

Soon, five wild boar warriors from Hongxi Town blocked the back alley of the tavern tightly.

One person held his arm, clamped the heavy war knife under the creak nest, stood at the entrance of the alley, showed a fierce look, and helped them guard the wind.

The remaining four people formed a group of rat people.

A basin of clean water was poured on his face, and he pressed it **** his chest a few more times. It was with great difficulty that he awakened this particularly beating rat man.

The bad wine that this guy had just poured was all mixed with vomit and spewed out, and was stimulated by severe pain, but he was sober.

Seeing four ferocious wild boar warriors, like four high walls, blocking him firmly, he was frightened suddenly, struggling and wriggling, desperately begging for mercy.

"Dear wise samurai warriors, I, I really don’t know how to offend you, I, I really deserve to die, but I’m just a humble and dirty rat man, not worthy of the masters—even if, Even if the masters step on me to death, they will stain the soles of your shoes, right?"

The rat man cried bitterly and was full of ugliness.

His tears caused the four wild boar warriors to take a breath and take a half step back subconsciously.

But put away the thought of continuing to beat him.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Buck the Boar asked calmly.

The mouse man's eyes flickered, as if he was ashamed to say his identity, but he shrank and said: "I, I finally took a rest for a long time, come out and have some fun."

Higher orcs are addicted to alcohol.

Rat Min is no exception.

Moreover, the Turan’s rules do not prohibit the rat people from entering and leaving the tavern—even the most powerful, magnificent, high-end tavern.

As long as the rat folk is not afraid of the strong being drunk, just wave his hand and punch his brain out.

Obviously, most of the rat people are still afraid.

Even if they want to have fun, they will find the lowest cheap tavern, the kind that specializes in entertaining rat people.

The rat people are the lowest and most despised existence among the rat people.

If you go to the cheapest tavern, you may be bullied by other rat folks.

Going to the back alley of the tavern and secretly stealing two bottles of bad wine to relieve greed is also a very reasonable thing.

The Boar Buck didn't doubt it.

But it was not easily fooled.

Using the mop head, he stabbed the rat man's chest with the bruise he had kicked out, and said, "You haven't answered this uncle's question, who the **** are you!"

The rat man was hurt from injury to injury, and was squeaked.

But it seemed that there was some concern, and he refused to answer directly.

The wild boar Buck became surprised and said to his companions: "The city of Pointe-Noire is different. The rat people here dare not answer even the master's question. Don't the samurai here know how to make the rat people? "

At this time, the cousin who had long slender eyes and was relatively calm picked up a golden badge from the ground and handed it to Buck the wild boar.

It should have fallen out of the Ratman's clothes when he was flying the Ratman just now.

A pair of small cat ears is engraved on the badge.