stray in HP

The chairman's luck was obviously not very good. At this time, a large group of orcs came out of a large teleportation array carrying messy weapons. One had blue-black skin and muscles all over his body bulged like stones. As soon as the orc got out of the teleportation formation, he vomited crazily. After a long time, he calmed down and cursed: "Damn it, I won't use this bullshit teleportation formation anymore. I'd rather go single-handedly against the referee of the Inquisition!" Long! This thing really killed me!" As he spoke, he spit out another mouthful of thick phlegm with a strange smell. This kind of scene is like being in a beautiful resort, with more and more phlegm for no reason. It was like a pile of shit, it was extremely uncomfortable, which made all the mages present turn blue.

"Damn Slant, shut up for me!" Another orc who was almost spat out twisted his face and kicked Slant out, "You are really a disgrace to us bear people, Using a teleportation array can actually make you dizzy!"

Another orc with strange green patterns on his face laughed wildly: "Haha, Angus, don't you know? Slant doesn't get dizzy when he rides a carriage, even when he takes an elevator. !"

The speaker looked at the group of orcs as if there was no one there, and a blue color flashed across his face. He shook the staff in his hand vigorously, and just said: "Commanders of the orcs, it seems that you are a little late!"

Slanter still had the smell of sour vomit in his mouth. He directly wiped his mouth with his big furry hand, and then put his hand on the unrecognizable hoodie he was wearing. Wipe the animal skin: "Didn't you say that the ceremony will be held at night? We just had lunch now! Old guy, you don't want to find fault!" There was a little bit of violence.

The speaker is not a humble character either. He sneered, but he didn't see him chanting a spell, and a black smoke rushed towards Slante. , under the watchful eyes of everyone, the whole person is aging rapidly, and in just three breaths, more than half of his vitality has disappeared.

The speaker smiled sullenly: "Slante committed disrespect, but it's just a small punishment! You orc leaders have no objection!"

Although those orcs' brains are full of muscles, they can still understand the situation anyway. They exchanged glances, and they had no choice but to hold back their breath for a while. A two-meter-high, skinny orc like a bamboo pole Standing up, with a bit of yin and yang, he said slowly: "Since it is the decision of the chairman, what do we subordinates have to say, it is nothing more than a matter of early death and late death!"

That's a brilliant statement!Although the dark parliament is nominally the speaker with the highest status, in fact, the speaker is not a dictator, and there is a senior elder who will suppress him, and the one with a little bit bigger fist means the boss.If compared to the real strength, there are at least a handful of people who can steadily beat the speaker.When he said this, he simply pushed the speaker to the opposite of everyone.

"Smart! Tsk tsk, I thought those orcs were a bunch of brainless idiots, and they can talk like that!" Arman whispered in Li Zixu's ear, his tone full of gloating.

The speaker's face was ashen, but he still had no intention of compromising. He snorted coldly: "There is a saying in the East that there is no rule, and there is no square. Slante violated the commandments of the Dark Council and provoked people who are stronger than him. Then, even if he died, he deserved it! Everyone, there are less than five hours before the festival, are you just thinking about wasting time outside?"

As he said that, he ignored the faces of the others and walked into the castle on his own.

"It seems that he is very confident in this ceremony!" Someone whispered earnestly.

"Who knows!" Some people frowned slightly.

However, even if they were thinking of watching a joke, the people present would not turn their faces on the spot, and instead followed.And a few mages who have some relationship with those orcs have already gone to help treat the unlucky Slant.

The orcs also cursed a few words in a low voice, but they still followed into the castle.

The previous farce made the atmosphere much duller. The speaker who was so angry at the moment asked someone to bring afternoon tea, and then left by himself.

Gellert's ancestor, Archmage Schwarz, also came over now, and said with a smile: "Li, I really appreciate your care for Gellert for so many years!"

Li Zixu also smiled: "Gellert's aptitude is very good, Master Schwarz, you have successors!"

Schwartz stroked his beard and sighed: "How many years has it been? The descendants of my daughter's line, this kid has passed the test I left behind, so I haven't lost my face at all! I am not too old. My little one, I have been stuck in the bottleneck for so many years and have not been able to make an inch of progress. I guess I have no hope of breaking through in this life. While my old bones can still move, I must train a successor!"

"Gellert is a thoughtful person, and I'm afraid he will be able to excel in the future!" Li Zixu said with a smile.

Schwartz gave Gellert a loving look, and said with a smile: "Then I will accept your good words!"

Arman interjected with a smile on the side: "Master Schwartz, I don't know your plan yet, this kid doesn't appreciate it, doesn't the Archmage know that Gellert is now a famous Dark Lord in the magic world? ?”

Schwartz snorted coldly: "Hmph, what's the point of meddling with the little tricks of those wizards! Gellert, get rid of that mess as soon as possible. As a mage, those so-called powers are just a drag!"

Gellert hurriedly said: "I've already made a plan. Within three years, everything will be settled, and then I can concentrate on my studies!"

Schwartz nodded: "That's good!"

Gellert tentatively whispered: "It seems that the speaker seems to be very keen on that!"

Yarman smiled and said, "It's more than that, he can't wait to turn himself into the Pope of the Dark Council?"

Schwartz said disdainfully: "Don't worry about that kid, he likes to take shortcuts the most, and he likes to do some crooked ways. I heard at the beginning that he was able to enter the legend not by his own comprehension, but by trickery. If he hadn't had the inheritance of the dark elves, and he still had a few good things left by the dark elves in his hands, how could it be his turn to be the speaker! Now, he can't just count on this time Is it a festival?"