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A scissor kick took down the toothless orc! ...

After another fierce fight, the battle ended when the two orc boys were covered in blood and unable to get up.

Russell, on the other hand, stood there relaxed and looked at the two orc boys with a smile, saying: "Are you coming again?"

The toothless orc boy, panting, said: "Human shrimp, we've lost. Tell me what you want to do?"

"Hurry up and tell me where your base is! I'm going to find your boss and have a high-octane car race with him!"

The orc boy was surprised. What did they think this human was up to? They never expected it was just for this request. If he had just said so earlier, he wouldn't have gotten this beating.

"So you wanted to race our boss? Why didn't you say so sooner? Our boss, the 'King of Speed,' loves nothing more than racing, but no human has ever dared to challenge him. Our boss would be more than happy to have a race with you," the toothless orc Speedster said excitedly.

Russell laughed loudly: Your boss, the so-called "King of Speed," is doomed to lose this time, but I'm determined to beat him this time.

"You haven't seen how powerful our boss is. Once you do, you won't be spouting such nonsense!" the orc boy retorted defiantly.

“Come on! Take me to see it!” Russell said, equally unconvinced.

"Let's go, let's show this human shrimp what our boss is all about!"

The two orc boys forgot their pain, got up, and rode their wrecked motorcycle.

"My lord, are you really going to go with these orcs?" the Kashejin warrior asked worriedly.

“Yes!” Russell answered affirmatively.

“But they are dangerous orcs!” the Kashejin warrior tried to convince his superior that these orcs could not be trusted.

"I had some contact with these orcs in Oaktalius years ago, and I know what they need! You go back first! Tell General Gil not to worry about me; I have my own reasons for doing this."

The Kashejin soldier knew he couldn't persuade his stubborn superior, so he left the locomotive behind and went away alone.

Russell, meanwhile, rode his motorcycle with the Orc Boys to their quirky base.

…………

This story begins a few days ago.

A group of orcs on motorcycles suddenly appeared outside the hive city and began to attack human settlements outside the hive city.

When General Gil learned of this, he immediately thought of Russell, who had once told him that if any orcs were discovered anywhere, he should be informed immediately.

General Jill thought these orcs were cruel beasts and should all be killed, but Russell disagreed, believing that these orcs had great value.

That's why we see Russell defeating the two orc boys.

As for Russell's claim that he wanted to race the orc leader, that's definitely not a lie.

And so Russell followed the two orc boys across the desert to a desolate mountain.

A small orc settlement appeared before Russell.

"This is one of the strongholds of our Extreme Speed ​​Freak Tribe!" the orc boy said proudly, pointing to the dilapidated stronghold.

Russell glanced at it and almost burst out laughing. The so-called stronghold in front of him was not much better than a pigsty, but he still managed to hold back his laughter.

"Is your boss, the 'King of Speed,' inside?"

"Wait here for a bit. I'll go back and check. If the boss is there, I'll tell him about your challenge. If not, come back another day!" the orc boy reminded Russell.

Russell nodded and said: Okay.

The two orc boys rode away on their beat-up motorcycle, while Russell stayed behind, waiting quietly.

Russell didn't have to wait long before he heard the roar of an engine. He saw a strangely dressed, burly orc riding a motorcycle that looked like a dinosaur monster towards him.

No matter where you look at him, this big orc is different from everyone else. He has no hair on his head, but instead has a colorful feather crown. He has a black leather collar around his thick neck, wears a steel vest, and wears a black glove on each hand.

The motorcycle he rode was not only extravagantly huge in shape, but also painted in all sorts of colors.

There was an exaggerated orc leader, whose subordinates were all dressed in strange clothes and had bizarre appearances. If you looked at them from a human perspective, they would be a bunch of brainless punks.

“Human shrimp, this is our boss, the King of Speed,” the toothless orc boy reminded Russell.

Despite being surrounded by dozens of motorcycles, Russell remained fearless as he stared at the so-called king of speed, an orc.

"You're the King of Speed?" Russell asked.

The King of Speed ​​glanced at Russell and said: "Kids, you said there's a human shrimp who wants to challenge me, is that you?"

Russell smiled and said: It's me.

"You human shrimp, are you so confident? You actually dare to challenge me?" the King of Speed ​​sneered.

"What's there to be afraid of? Your orc driving skills are all terrible." Russell sneered, clearly not taking this orc king of speed seriously.

The King of Speed ​​snorted coldly and said: Very well, human kid has guts. So how do you want to play?

“Just comparing speed or tracks is too boring. How about we have a violent motorcycle race?” Russell said.

The King of Speed ​​immediately understood: Orc Machine Guy played this game frequently, and he was crazy about it.

"But you're all alone?" the King of Speed ​​said.

Russell laughed easily: I can handle it all by myself!

The King of Speed ​​thought for a moment and said: That's not very interesting. I'll give you nine orc bots, and I'll bring nine orc bots with me. That way we can have a fair competition.

Russell initially wanted to refuse, but then thought it would be better this way and said: Very good.

The King of Speed ​​laughed twice and said: "Kids, let's have a good, good race this time..."

“If you lose, you’ll have to help me attack the other orc tribes!” Russell proposed his idea.

Without hesitation, the King of Speed ​​said: "We orcs love to fight. This time, as long as you survive, we will help you attack other orc tribes regardless of whether you win or lose."

In fact, Russell's demands were hardly requirements. Even without his speedy antics, the orcs would often hold races and immediately go to other tribes for some fun after the races were over.

Things were much easier than Russell had imagined.

Although Russell made the suggestion, mainly because he was afraid of not being able to outrun the King of Speed, he unexpectedly hit the orcs' sweet spot.