Vol 12 Chapter 747: : Human language

But when you see green skin, you don't seem to do anything to them in the near future. Otherwise, they would not provide food and water for these dying prisoners, let alone green skin, just like human death row prisoners.
"Eric, tell me what happened after I went to Iron Fist Castle, how did you get defeated?" Ebrandon asked when Eric regained some energy.
There is nothing to hide. Eric recounted a series of processes from the army's arrival on the front line, focusing on the battle. From the plan made before the war to their own misjudgment, the knights fell into the enemy's line of defense and were eventually wiped out by the green skin. As he spoke, he noticed that the prince clenched his fist more than once and beat the thick wooden cage.
"Damn it. This is how she wants me to disappear. No wonder the green offensive is so fierce that she wants me to die! Even if I go, she will take the knight of the East. That bitch!"
"That's what you said, Your Highness. It doesn't fit well."
"Eric, what can I say now. That killed everyone. I can only call that a few words now. Do you think we can go back alive?"
The two of them stopped talking because there was a loud noise in the distance. It should be noted that Eric and Abram's cage was not placed in the open air, but in a huge tent. These two cages only occupy a small part of the tent. Although the entire tent is made of a mixture of cloth, leather and even paper, the furniture is equally rough and rough in the eyes of the two captured. However, if a green skin is qualified to own such a big tent, it means that he must be a boss.
A group of green skins walked into the tent, there were fairies and orcs, talking along the way. These two people did not understand what the green skin was saying (only those magicians who pursued knowledge understood the language of green skin), but they could tell from the tone, appearance and movement of the green skin that the big green skinned orc in the middle Is the boss. Every time he talks, the rest of the green skin will shut up, and even the noisy little sperm will be respected.
"It's that guy" Eric heard Ebrandon muttering to himself, clenching his fists with both hands. Eric himself recognized that the orc opposite was the green-skinned boss who knocked him down on the battlefield.
The green skin had a noisy discussion around the table in the center of the tent. It took a lot of effort for the two prisoners in the cage to finally realize that a large piece of leather in the middle of the table looked scattered and was a map. Just now, the group of green skins discussed the battle plan on this map.
"Boss, those two humans! Do you want to bake or eat it raw?" Catch, and kindly suggested the boss. "I have a big fork! Small pieces can be roasted, but if you eat it at once, it's better to order a cage and burn it. It tastes better."
"No, I won't eat it for now." The owner of the flag replied. Regarding eating, this is really the blessing of the green-skinned lazy lifestyle. So far, no difference has been found between the boss's blood-flag eating greenskin.
"Boss, I can use magic to bake them to medium." The shaman proposed. "It will taste good."
"No, I don't eat!" The national flag boss, "I want to ask them where is their leader!" Let them take me to see him! I'm going to cut off the head of that adult's head and put it on my back! "
The old flagpole boss is still empty. However, in this respect, green skin is very self-respecting, very particular honor. As a commander-in-chief, it is absolutely impossible to find a broken head and put it on it. If you don't have the right mind, you may also be empty. For example, if a headhunter defeated by a blood flag boss, the broken head is not eligible to put it on a stick as a trophy.
This concludes the topic. In fact, there are no more topics. These days, the blood flag's army has grown further. The good news is that the blood flag won the victory in the battle of Dalian and returned to Iron Claw Mountain. Now piles of green skins are catching up and joining the great Wayag. They missed a good start, but now they don't want to miss more.
Although their face-to-face bidding army insists not to fight, every green skin knows that the flag head is gathering strength and preparing to block these people in the air. In the green camp, the goblins are using the spoils to create new war tools, turning human armor into a look suitable for green skin, and the orcs are looking for their weapons from complete weapons.
The rest of the green skin has left, and now only the boss stays. The boss pulled up the curtains of the tent and yelled that although Eric did not understand, he could still guess it. This might mean "Don't bother me or kill you."
Then the green-skinned boss walked up to the two prisoners and walked all the way to the cage.
The two prisoners exchanged eyes. Then they looked at the big orc face to face. The orcs stared at them, and they looked at the orc boss carefully.
Both people took a breath in the same way. This is not because the orcs are so strange that their appearance is nothing special, but they are slightly larger, with green, hard tumor skin, coarse hair, a slightly camel back, a low-forehead pig face, and pointed ears. Red eyes, prominent mouth, and sharp teeth on the next row of dogs. It was like the teeth of a wild boar but because the eyes of the orcs shone with a calm light.
As we all know, orcs are grumpy, aggressive, and have a hobby of killing. Normal orcs are not like this.
"You two don't have to look like that." The boss's blood flag opened his mouth, not in the language of green skin, but in human language. "Don't worry, I won't eat you."
The two prisoners looked at each other again at what happened before them, which undermined their common sense.
"You" for a long time, Ebrandon yelled suddenly. "You are not green!"
Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and slammed into the face of the flag boss. If this is magic, such as magic, direct contact between the skin will immediately drive away the magic that confuses the eyes. Because he was wearing shackles, his movements were not very fast, but the boss's blood flag was not hidden.
What came from the hand was normal touch, which was a rough and hard green skin with a little greasy feeling. This guy is really a green orc. At least he didn't have any magic to confuse his eyesight.
Section planning
"Who are you?" Eric was calmer. Maybe he was old and had seen many strange things, and he was not too surprised by this strange orc. No matter what race, there are weirdos.
"It seems that I asked this question. This time I will satisfy your curiosity. I am the flag boss and the commander-in-chief of the green skin war."
The owner of the flag circled the cage, watching the appearance of the two prisoners with interest.
"What do you want to know?" Ebrandon asked. Although he knew very little about the green-skinned prisoners, he still knew very little about the human prisoners. If a soldier is captured on the battlefield, his ultimate fate is only three. One is extortion, the second is execution, and the third is slavery. Of course, there are four ways, that is, if the winner is benevolent, or for other reasons, the captive will be released (even some dry food and clothing). But Ablanton didn't think he would have such good luck. ..
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