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To be honest, Windlow really didn't know how to taunt his enemies.

When I first realized that I had traveled to this world, my most basic thought was to save my life.

How can you save your life? Of course, the lower the profile, the better.

Mousse asked Windlow to taunt the enemy as soon as he opened his mouth. Sorry, he really doesn't know how to do that.

But out of helplessness, he could only yell at the top of his lungs. However, the green-skinned orcs were a very strange race.

They are extremely warlike, but not bloodthirsty. They just regard fighting as a very fun thing and will be very happy as long as they are immersed in the battle.

It was the middle of the night and the greenskin orcs were all sleeping. If a whole team of imperial provincial troops came, the greenskins in the camp would definitely run out and fight happily.

But Windlow was alone, and no matter how loudly he shouted, the green-skinned orcs would ignore him.

It’s better to sleep comfortably than to get up in the middle of the night to fight a human being.

Mousse stood aside again, and the meaning in his condescending purple eyes was very clear: the green-skinned orc must be lured out today.

Wendlow could only lower his head in thought, then he raised his head, and a breath of air accumulated in his chest was completely exhaled in a moment.

"A human! Beating up an orc!"

"Who's yelling outside?"

The orc warrior who was sleeping soundly in the camp suddenly got up and looked at the orc boys on both sides.

"What's going on? Who's talking?"

"We didn't say anything, boss. Someone outside was talking. What was going on? A human was beating up an orc."

"Hey! That made me laugh. A human beating up an orc, bullshit. You, go beat the shit out of that human, and then beat him back with the shit!"

Originally, the orc warlord didn't want to go out and fight in the middle of the night. It was too dark and they couldn't beat anyone. Even if they did, they couldn't see clearly whether they had beaten the other person to a pulp.

However, since a human actually dared to say such words to the orcs, naturally I had to send a kid out to give that human a good fight.

After a while, a green-skinned orc walked out of the camp with a club and ran towards where Windlow was.

"Where are the people? Where are they? Come and fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mousse stood up holding the golden badge sword.

Although the dark elves prefer sneak attacks or assassinations, in order to test the power of their weapons, this time they must have a one-on-one head-on battle.

"You're just a woman? You look like a bean sprout, and you still want to fight with us orcs? Eat my club."

The moment he saw Mousse, the orc lost his initial idea of ​​fighting.

The green-skinned orcs are always pursuing better battles and better fights. This bean sprout is obviously not resistant to being beaten. It was killed with one stick. It's boring.

So he ran so slowly, and when he raised the hammer he didn't notice at all when Mousse's sword was placed on his neck.

"Oh no, I'm screwed."

As soon as the green-skinned orc finished speaking, his head was chopped off by the sword. After rolling twice on the ground, it became completely quiet.

Mousse quickly shook off the dirty blood on the sword and showed a satisfied look.

"Not bad, not bad. It's very sharp, but killing an orc as a sacrifice is far from enough, far from enough, Wendlow."

Originally, after seeing Mousse kill the orc, Windlo thought he could go back, but now the dark elves seemed to be in good shape and wanted to fight more.

Wendlow took another deep breath and then burst out.

"A human! Beating up two orcs!"

The orc warrior who had just been lying on the tattered straw got up again.

"This confuses me. This human seems to be quite capable. The guy he sent out couldn't even win. You two, go beat the human up."

Following the order from the orc general, the two orc boys ran out of the camp.

"Hey, that guy was beaten by a bean sprout. Come on, let's beat that bean sprout up!"

The result is predictable. Even without wearing heavy plate armor, the strength of a Dread Lord like Mousse is not something that two orc boys can contend with.

Then he turned his head and shook it at Windlow, who knew that he had work to do again.

"One human! Beat up ten orcs!"

This sentence made the orc general angry.

"I'm so angry, very angry. All ten of you, come at me together and beat that human shrimp up!"

Not only the orc general was angry, but the orc boys under his command were also very angry. They had never seen a human who was so capable of fighting.

Aside from the last time they were defeated by humans on horseback in Bretonnia, they have never been defeated by humans before.

"Let's go, let's fight! Beat that human shrimp to death!"

Ten orc boys rushed out of the camp and appeared in front of Mousse.

It was only then that the orcs discovered that in addition to a bean sprout, there was also a human shrimp next to it.

No matter what, the ten orc boys would definitely beat up the two of them, and then rush over with sticks.

Mousse sighed silently. Why is it another orc boy? It’s not a challenge at all. He is a dread lord after all. He has to kill at least an orc warrior.

Carelessly, even listlessly, he charged among the ten orcs, killing them all in an instant.

No, not all of them were killed, because Mousse was not in combat mode at all, and he missed an orc boy, allowing that guy to escape back to the camp.

"Boss, Boss, the humans are cheating. There's not one human being outside, there are two humans outside!"

The orc boy ran all the way back with an angry look on his face.

The orc general who knew the truth was also furious. This intermediary human was too good at cheating and always tried to trick the orcs!

He agreed to have only one human, but he ended up having two humans. This was too much of a bullying for the orcs.

At this moment, Windlow's shouting was heard again outside the camp.

"One human! Beat up thirty orcs!"

Upon hearing this, the orc general picked up his stick and growled fiercely.

"That human cheated us, lying to us that he was only one person, but he actually had two people there. So we'll cheat too. Together with me, there will be 31 of us in total. Go out and beat up those two humans!"

The orc general led the way, and thirty orc boys also set out together. They left the camp in a mighty manner and stood in front of Mousse.

Seeing this situation, Windlow immediately distanced himself. With his small body, he could beat up even an ordinary orc boy, let alone an orc general.

But a light appeared in Mousse's eyes. She finally found an opponent worthy of fighting, an orc warrior.