Sword and Magic and Taxi

There is nothing wrong with saying that Rome was not built in a day, or that three feet of ice did not freeze in a day. Especially when all of your subordinates are orcs, it is even less likely to make a quick breakthrough. You must be patient and wait for the next round.

The biggest difference between Zhao Mai and other competitors is his extraordinary patience. He had spent countless years as a god, witnessing the birth of the world and the multiplication of races. Compared to elves, dwarves, and halflings, orcs are already fast enough, and Z-worms are even faster.

Even if you have trouble making a Creep Guardian, that's normal. Creating life is not like being an artist, let alone imagining a picture in your mind. Whatever you draw will have corresponding functions - only Ma Liang's magic pen has such miraculous abilities. Just like creatures like leaping dogs, as a time traveler, Zhao Mai knows roughly what functions the low-level Zerg units can have, but if he really designs according to the images in his mind from games and movies, that would be putting 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. Just when Zhao Mai was still having a headache about improving the Z-worm, a special messenger came to the Blackfoot settlement.

An orc riding a dire wolf came and brought a letter to me? Zhao Mai frowned after hearing the news. Asshole! Do I know how to read? Who is writing a letter to laugh at me!!

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

Daryl nodded and took off the crossbow from his back: Leader, if you hate him, I will shoot that bastard to death!

No, that's too cheap for him. Zhao Mai kicked the food reserve lying in the sun at the door: Drag that guy over here!

Li Li rushed out in one stride and quickly passed through the orcs coming and going without encountering any pedestrians or objects. Just when the red-skinned messenger heard the heavy footsteps and turned his head alertly, the food reserve rushed to his side and bit into his calf.

Without giving the orc a chance to resist, Reserve Liang threw him to the ground and dragged him all the way to Zhao Mai. The orcs in the Blackfoot settlement were all cheering loudly, and several orc children picked up mud and threw it at Redskin. The messenger came to Zhao Mai all the way, his eyes still unable to focus.

Here riding a dire wolf? Is your leader a goblin? Zhao Mai dragged the orc up by the leather armor on his chest. Tell me, where is your settlement?

Black... Chief Blackfoot, our leader, Bogu Beast Tooth is indeed a goblin. When the red-skinned orc opened his mouth, there was a stench. God knows what he ate while riding here. I have a letter here from our leader.

Asshole! When did a goblin dare to laugh at the orcs? Are the other orcs in your place just eggless trash? Write to me? Oh my God, this bad habit of elves and humans has also infected you? Zhao Mai snatched the letter from his hand and tore it into pieces.

Chief of the Blackfoot of Mordor, our leader of the Beast Fang asked me to remember a message that I can tell you. The messenger cleared his throat, lowered his head and hunched over as he learned: The last confrontation was a misunderstanding. Originally, the beast herd was going to clean up the ghouls, and they didn't want to run into the powerful Blackfoot. The beasts have no intelligence, but there should not be hostility between the Blackfoot and Beast Fang tribes. By joining hands, both sides can develop.

That's it? A goblin dares to talk to me about joining hands? Does he dare to stand in front of me? I won't trample him to death! Zhao Mai snorted, and the reserve immediately understood. He bared his teeth and aimed his eyes at the orc's neck, threatening The meaning is quite obvious.

Of course, of course, it's not just talk. Our leader is willing to trade weapons and food. We just need to ask you not to attack our territory. The orc said: Your fighting style is amazing, and our leader admires it very much, so I am willing 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 over, and all the orcs around him roared WAAAGH!

Does your leader have any skills that can equal me? No matter whether he sends dire wolves or you spineless orcs, he will be killed! Crush his corpse, break his arm, and tell him to get out!

No! Chief Blackfoot, we have gifts, we have gifts! But even if he shouted, Zhao Mai still ignored him. With a sudden thought, Duchard raised his shield and struck with a horizontal blow, knocking the red-skinned orc away. The arm was twisted unnaturally, and it must have been completely broken. By the time it hit the ground, the messenger orc had passed out.

Daryl, when he wakes up, give him a stick to tie his arms, and then tell him to get out. Just ask their leader to come over and surrender as soon as possible, or you will wait for me to tear him down from whatever position he is in! Zhao Mai Wiping his nose with his finger, he chuckled and said, But, that guy said he had a gift. I guess he didn't come alone. Maybe there was a convoy of gifts.

It's very possible, how about... Daryl made a gesture of reaching out to grab a handful, the meaning of which is self-evident.

Of course, how can we let this kind of thing go? However, there are too few people in the settlement who can fight, so we have to leave some manpower. I can go alone, and you only need to arrange some people to carry it, so that it can be done easily live.

Daryl nodded. He knew that there was no need to talk nonsense, as long as he carried out the order well.

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

As soon as the leader takes action, there will definitely be no problem. Duchart stepped on the messenger with his foot and said with a smile. How about throwing this guy into the cellar first?

Okay, you go ahead and do it. This is how the orcs manage, assigning tasks layer by layer. When Zhao Mai is away, Daryl is the leader.

Duchard dragged the orc all the way to the dungeon door. Many orcs and slaves who disobeyed Fire Crow's command were originally imprisoned here. There were strong iron fences and trap doors that could only be opened from the outside. This place has been empty since Zhao Mai took over the tribe. There has been no rebellion, whether by orcs or slaves. The orcs currently have food to eat, and there are not many who can fight. Especially since no orcs are consciously close to the level of their leader, they dare not challenge him at all. The slaves concentrated on clearing land and working, and basically had enough food to eat. All the slaves belong to Zhao Mai. Under his lustful power, the orcs will beat and scold them, but they have not yet damaged the leader's property. Even slaves who want to escape feel that there is no need to rush, it is more important to check the situation and collect more food tools on the way to escape.

The red-skinned goblin was thrown into the cell and left alone. The leader is right, your remaining orcs are too weak, no wonder the goblin became the boss! Duchart spat at him, locked the cell door and went out.

The prisoner opened his eyelids immediately when he heard the footsteps receding and the loud bang of the door closing. Asshole, my arm! He cursed in a low voice, and then began to think of countermeasures. A bunch of stupid guys who only rely on brute force and have no idea what intelligence and technology are!