The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

"Boss, this envoy is really good. He cooked porridge for us in case we were hungry. The key is that it is so cheap, and what's more, it has vegetables in it!"

An orc picked out the greens from the bowl and stuffed them into his mouth with an intoxicated expression on his face.

Orcs like to eat meat, but often they don't usually eat much meat.

When the sub-human empire was still there, they would choose to hunt and kill sub-humans.

The meat of demihumans is very delicious, unlike the sour taste of human beings.

But later, with the destruction of the sub-human empire, and now it has been merged into the current Winter Empire, they can only attack some animals in the desert.

But how many animals are there in the desert of death?

Venom dragons, Kodos, and camels are all good means of transportation and cannot be killed.

In addition, desert rabbits, sand foxes, sand wolves and even scorpions with some flesh in the sand are almost exterminated by them.

Later, under the harsh living environment, the descendants of orcs prefer to eat human rice, which is the highest priority material they can exchange for the crystal nucleus of hunting monsters.

"Yeah, this human is really good."

Pate nodded approvingly, showing off the rye bread in his hand.

I don't know how these humans managed to make rye bread, which is harder than a brick, so soft.

A group of orcs gathered around the bonfire, sang melodious songs while eating in front of the stars and the moon, and the singing was full of wildness and freedom.

They still remembered their special status, so they sang in goblin language.

In this place far away from home, they had a rare experience of comfort.

……

The next morning, Bart, who was soundly asleep, was woken up by Pete.

It is only five o'clock in the morning, the sun has not yet risen, and at the end of the horizon, the brilliance of the morning sun is still hidden behind the mountains.

"Oh! Damn it! Pate, you better give me a reason to say it!"

Bart slapped the ground angrily, and his loud voice woke up the other orcs.

"A sleep-deprived orc cannot go to battle, it will kill him!"

"We don't need to go to war yet."

Pete pulled Bart up from the ground, and retorted with a silly smile, "Everyone get up, we have to go to Most City to buy the last batch of tickets, I asked the messenger yesterday, Most City opens the city gate at six in the morning, which is It’s the best time to buy drama tickets, after buying the tickets, we’ll go to Grandma Yuan’s bean soup and rice to show off, and then spend 10 silver coins to enjoy a wave of foot massage service, isn’t that a beautiful thing?”

The orcs thought about the blueprint that Pate had drawn for them, and they only felt that their eyes were bright!

Immediately they were not sleepy, and a carp stood up from the ground.

"I reckon you're crazy, Pate!"

Bart still had resentment in his heart, but he muttered a word and didn't say anything more.

A group of orcs simply tidied themselves up to look as decent as possible. Although their boots were still showing their toes and their bodies were still covered in dust, at least their faces were clean.

At around 05:30 in the morning, they arrived at the gate of Most City.

The knight guarding the gate was having breakfast, and when he saw a group of strong men coming out of the darkness, he was so frightened that he almost lost the buns in his hand, and hurriedly drew his sword as a warning gesture.

"Don't panic! One of our own, Your Excellency the Knight!" Pate showed a smile that he thought was kind, but he didn't know that this smile made the knights even more nervous.

It may be because of the change of shift. The knights guarding the gate today are no longer the two knights from yesterday. Pate can only take out the medal of the leader of the Wild Beast Mercenary Group again.

"Look, I'm the head of the Wild Beast Mercenary Group, I registered yesterday!"

One of the knights took out the registration form and checked it before he heaved a sigh of relief.

They were a little sleepy in the morning, but they were completely exhausted by these strong men.

"Just wait, the clock in Most City strikes three times, and we will open the door immediately."

After saying that, the knight returned the badge to Pate, but seeing that Pate was still looking at him helplessly, he asked patiently and curiously:

"Is there anything else you can do? There are not many people now, so I'd like to answer some of your questions."

Pate rubbed his hands with a dry smile, and said embarrassedly: "That's right, Sir Knight, can we really get the tickets for the drama at six o'clock? Why don't you be accommodating and let us go in early? Look at our more than 200 No. [-], what a pity if two or three people don't get a ticket and can't get in."

"What tickets are you going to grab? The theater is out of tickets."

The knight gave Pate a strange look.

Tickets for theaters are usually sold out within three days, and now a week has passed, and the play is about to be released, where are the tickets?

"How is it possible? The messenger told me yesterday that a standing ticket is 50 silver coins!" Pate looked astonished.

"Standing ticket?" The two knights looked at each other, almost laughing.

One of the knights explained with a smile:

"As long as you go early enough, there is no need to buy standing tickets, because the windows outside the theater are public areas. If you stop early, no one can drive you away. Only some vendors fooled foreigners and set up a standing ticket." , They are actually hiring people to occupy the position in advance, and then sell this so-called position to foreigners who don’t understand anything.”

"Ah! It turned out to be like this!" Pate felt a feeling of being fooled.

Bryant had lied to them?

Or did Bryant himself not know these things?

Pate was a little confused, but soon this confusion and unhappiness was diluted by the joy of being able to use "standing tickets" to watch dramas for free today!

The time came to six o'clock in the morning.

The clock in Most City struck three.

As the gate of Most City slowly opened, the breathing of the orcs became heavier, and there was even a faint murderous look on their bodies.

Seeing the gap getting bigger and bigger until it was big enough to accommodate an orc, Pate raised his hand and roared with a ferocious face:

"Charge! For the drama!"

"Come on! For the drama! For the glory of the drama! Drama will never be a slave!"

The orcs roared at the same time, like a vicious dog out of the cage, they rushed towards the theater according to the map, with a majestic momentum, moving forward indomitably.

At this time, many small shops on the street have opened their doors.

A girl selling tea saw a group of ferocious strong men charging and was so frightened that she quickly closed the door.

"Oh! My dear, there are bandits attacking the city!"

She screamed and ran upstairs.

Now she needs that warm and strong embrace, not her lover, who is nothing but handsome and can't protect her at all.

Similar things happened everywhere in Most City.

In front of the theater, many vendors who occupied the seats had already arrived ahead of time, including the messenger.

"Mr. Val, I heard that you hired more than [-] laborers yesterday, and you made a lot of money?"

"Hahaha, what's the matter, it's just a little money." The messenger waved his hand indifferently.

"Boom boom-"

Suddenly, the sound of galloping horses came from the corner of the street.

The sound grew louder and closer.

Light smoke rose from the city of Most.

As the first figure of a strong man swayed out of the street corner, there was a large area behind him!Those green smokes are actually the dust from their running wildly!

It's those big fools!

Could it be that things have been exposed?

The messenger was taken aback for a moment, and then broke out in a cold sweat.

"Oh, I suddenly remembered that I haven't taken a shit this morning, let's talk about this business next time..."

He found an excuse, rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, and hurried away.