"Can you speak Common Language?" Regen walked up to the prisoner and saw the guy looking at him blankly. He then repeated it in the broken orc language he learned from Roxas, but the other party still didn't respond.
"Tsk... you can't be a fool!" Herod kicked him impatiently. Although ogres and orcs have been at odds since the second war, they do use orc language as their official language.
, there are basically no ogres on the continent who cannot understand the orc language.
"I think... he should be waiting for your forgiveness, Mr. Regan," Jialin, who had not spoken for a long time, stared at the ogre and said hesitantly, "Although we only heard about it, strength is the most important thing among ogres.
The custom has been around for a long time, and most of their leaders are selected in this way, and you have just defeated their chief, we have reason to believe that he regards you as the new master!"
Regan was stunned when he heard this, and then asked in confusion: "But shouldn't their chief be someone from his own tribe? Why would this guy recognize a human as his leader?"
"This is not necessarily true!" Roxas took over the words, looking like an authoritative expert, "When the orc ranger Rexxar helped Chief Thrall, he also conquered Stonemaul as a half-beast and half-ogre.
The tribe, the largest ogre population in Kalimdor, had huge opposition at the time, but after he defeated the then chief and other challengers, those fat guys didn't obediently join the new tribe!
"
"But Rexxar has ogre blood after all, and Lord Regan is a pure human!" Herod interjected.
"Uh..." Roxas was speechless for a moment. He scratched his head in confusion, and then his eyes lit up, "Maybe if we give him a good beating, maybe this guy will be able to speak..."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense!" Regan stopped this guy's unreasonable troubles, "Tell him in the orc language that as a strong man who defeated the old chief, I promise to forgive his ignorance and blind obedience!"
"As you command, the great Chief Regan..." Roxas reluctantly snorted twice and repeated Regan's words in his native language. However, judging from his facial expressions and gestures, he must have added a lot of his own original work.
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When the ogre heard Roxas's words, a look of gratitude appeared on his face. He quickly knelt down towards Ragen and yelled something.
"He said... all this was caused by the leader listening to the Syndicate. In order to make up for his fault, he is willing to take you to Mork's palace," the orc translated. "There is hidden... the secret book of Storm Hero...
"
"Storm Warrior? What else is there...'secret'?" Regan repeated with great effort, obviously there was no such word in Common Language, "What is that?"
"Well...it's someone who uses the same power as you and Mok." Roxas frowned and listened to the ogre's gestures for a long time before answering uncertainly, "This guy said that he is a person who is good at using physical skills to fight.
The master...Although he also has his own weapons and magic, he prefers to fight in the way you just flew around."
"Storm...Fighter..." Regan tapped his forehead with his fingers, as if trying to remember something.
He remembered that he had such a memory, but after his rebirth, these scattered information began to blur, so that it completely disappeared from his mind... The knight pondered for a moment and raised his head and said: "In that case, let him take me there
Mok's palace, I want to see the so-called 'secret book' immediately!"
——"Compared to the orcs, the ogres are just a group of bluffing guys. If you cut off their leader's head, what's left will be just a piece of loose sand." Anduin Luo has been dealing with the orcs and their allies for half his life.
Sir Sar said
According to the research of the Dwarf Archaeological Association, these fat guys who are eight to nine feet tall are not a native species of Azeroth. They lived next to the orcs of Draenor a long time ago. Due to the opening of the Dark Portal, the orcs
The warlock Gul'dan transported these huge natural warriors to this continent as a powerful aid to suppress human resistance.
This large evil creature is a branch of goblin creatures in a broad sense. It is related to bears, goblins, orcs, kobolds, etc. Although it is naturally stupid, it has a certain degree of wisdom in combat. They will fight before close combat.
Use long-range weapons to attack first, and then engage the enemy in combat if it fails.
This race also has shamans, who know simple magic such as divination, treatment, and protection. The way ogres solve problems is to directly smash the things that block them. If they can't do that, they will ignore it.
They have an evasive attitude, so they are a warlike race but may not always be victorious; they have no so-called trust among each other, and their moral integrity is not high enough to allow a fair battle. In the absence of a strong leader, they are usually
They are trapped in their own killing behavior, turning the battle into a chaotic fight. Of course, under a strong leader, they will absolutely obey the leader. If you want them to obey you, it is very simple, as Sir Lothar's judgment-defeat that leader.
At this moment, Reagan and his team were also making this interesting discovery: under the "leadership" of the ogre captives, they easily defeated all the resistance forces in the East City, and even some fat people were so frightened that they turned around and ran away as soon as they saw their flags.
, there is no doubt that Mork's death is the best weapon to attack their hearts.
When they came to the "palace" mentioned by the captives, the humans discovered that this was nothing more than the former mage tower of Stromgarde. Although the internal space was not small, it was far from the level of a palace, and the decorations of the year were all destroyed.
Once it was empty, there were only empty shelves left there. From this point of view, the ogres in the Eastern Continent were indeed poor. No wonder they would take risks because of a small amount of gold coins.
"Roxas, ask where the secret book is..." As soon as Regen walked into the tower, a pungent stench hit him. Only then did he remember that the ogre's toilet and bedroom were together.
The knight frowned and was forced to take a few steps back, "Forget it, let him find it by himself. I don't want to be kicked out by Sophie then."
When the ogre heard Roxas's translation, he nodded repeatedly to Ragen, quickly ran into the room and rummaged through the cabinets. After struggling for a long time, he finally found a thin book and handed it to the knight as if to please.
"What's written on it?" Seeing Regan flipping through the book attentively and silently, Roxas and Herod came closer curiously, but were disappointed to see that there were only graffiti like comic strips on it, one by one ugly little
People are doing dance-like movements
"Is this the so-called secret?" Roxas exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Even the poorest painter on the street can make it!" The orc grabbed the frightened ogre and yelled, "It's actually
You dare to play tricks on us, you damn fat man! Don’t tell me this is what that Storm Warrior left behind!"
The frightened prisoner shook his head repeatedly and yelled to defend himself. The fear in his eyes did not seem to be fake. Upon seeing this, Lei waved his hand to the orc, stopping him from further actions.
"Forget it, Roxas, I think a lackey can only know so much about his leader, let him go."
"Hmph, good luck to you!" The orc kicked the prisoner on the butt and kicked him far away.
Seeing the ogre rolling and crawling away, Galin sighed with regret: "It's a pity that we can't dig out the source of Mok's superb skills, otherwise we would be able to train such a powerful warrior."
"Why be upset, Your Highness the Prince!" Herod disapproved of these words, "We are all fighters blessed by the Holy Light. If we learn those ridiculous tricks, it is really like giving up the basics to pursue the weakest."
Garin frowned slightly but did not answer. Although some people in Stromgarde firmly believe in the teachings of the Holy Light, as an enemy of the Stonefist tribe for many years, he naturally understands the power of these "tricks". Otherwise, as a noble Arathor,
The royal family, why should he act so coquettishly and use a disdainful attitude to gain help from others? The slight disdain in Regen's eyes did not escape Galin's eyes, but the prince, who had long been accustomed to being cold-eyed, pretended to ignore it.
"Your Highness's words are not wrong." Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit stiff, Lei Gen put away the book in his hand and said to everyone, "I think everyone's understanding of fighting techniques is somewhat biased. First of all, it is not a fighting method used exclusively by street gangsters.
The explanation from Pandaria, the birthplace, is that it should be an art called "Martial Arts". Of course, you all should have seen the powerful power Mok showed just now."
"Secondly, this mysterious technique has been introduced to the mainland tens of thousands of years ago. It is called the gift of the gods along with the magic of the night elves. Many of the legendary figures who were famous in the mainland at that time were among the strongest.
…It was only in the past thousand years that martial arts gradually faded from people’s sight after people generally accepted the teachings of the Holy Light.”
"So, this kind of power called martial arts should be no less than magic?" Galin asked slightly excitedly, "But where did you learn about its origin and history? Also, the Pandali you mentioned
Ya, is it the mysterious continent in the middle of the legendary maelstrom?"
Regen listened patiently to the other party's question before nodding and explaining: "Yes, it is the legendary continent of Pandaria. Although there are many rumors about this mysterious land, the only thing that can be confirmed so far is that the indigenous people
, which is what we usually call Pandaren, they have indeed communicated with Azeroth in every period, and the most famous one is the one who helped the tribe back then..."
"Oh! You mean Chen Stormstout!" Roxas suddenly realized after being reminded, "He is an amazing hero. He helped Lord Rexxar and Chief Thrall defeat the humans of Kul Tiras.
Only in this way can the new tribe survive in Kalimdor... Wait, Storm Warrior?" The slow orc finally connected the two points, "You mean, the mysterious man who left the secret book in the mouth of the ogre?
Is he the character?"
"Well, if I remember correctly, this pandaren warrior started his journey across the continent after helping Chief Thrall," Regan explained to everyone, "I once saw about it in the Stormwind City Library.
Although the description of his book collection is not very detailed, it can still be seen from it that Chen's footprints are indeed all over Azeroth, so it is not surprising that he has been to the Arathi Highlands."
"Oh, that's a reasonable explanation," Roxas shrugged, "Then it seems like it was just a prank that Mr. Chen gave the secret book to the ogres. I don't think he would be interested in these disgusting fat people.
What a good impression..."
"But this book is full of incomprehensible pictures," Herod said in confusion. "Since the ogre has a low IQ, how can Mork understand the secrets in it?"
"Uh..." Roxas was speechless for a moment, and could only cast doubtful eyes on Regan.
"Why are you looking at me? I don't know as well as you do," Regan replied half-jokingly. "Maybe the ogres and the pandaren are somewhat related..."
"Okay, everyone, I believe that the actions of a top strong man must have his own meaning, but we can't speculate in depth," Garin said with a smile, "Although this trip did not crack the secret of Storm Warrior, at least he regained it
In our Dongcheng District, this achievement is also huge!”
Prince Arathor bowed deeply to everyone and continued sincerely, "If it weren't for your great help, perhaps this place would continue to be occupied by ogres, and I don't know which day it would be returned to the hands of the people of Stromgarde! On behalf of Arathi, I
To all the soldiers of the coalition forces, I would like to express my most sincere gratitude to you!"
"Serious words, Your Highness the Prince!" Regan quickly helped Galin up. Although he had a bad impression of the royal queen when they first met, at this moment he truly felt the other's sincerity, "As a descendant of Arathor,
As well as members of the alliance, this is our duty and task, there is no need to thank you... Of course, if you really feel sorry for yourself, prepare some good wine for our soldiers!"
Galin raised his head and saw Regan's sincere smile, and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. Just when he was about to say something, an inappropriate voice interrupted their conversation.