Lord of Scourge: Begin as a Demon Archduke

"Robert, I need 100 Longbows with the attack speed increase feature and 300 Hard Bows."

"In Decker City, which chamber of commerce sells the best longbows?"

Robert turned his head and glanced at the long-eared monster next to him, with a strange expression on his face.

Lord Laurent really intends to arm these long-eared monsters?

Why don't you switch arms...

My mind is full of puzzles.

But Lauren's decision is not something he can question, he can only suppress the doubts in his heart.

After thinking for a moment, he said softly.

"Master Lauren, there are many chambers of commerce that sell longbows in Decker City, and there are many that can meet your requirements."

"But I still recommend you to buy it from the Buck Family. The half-elven bow they sell is said to be traded with half-elf in the Misty Mountains.

Although it is not as good as the real Elven Bow, it has the characteristics of lightness, precision, and high rate of fire, and its overall attributes are very good. "

Lauren smiled. After a busy day, he almost forgot about this great nobleman who had just established a cooperative relationship.

"Go to the Bucks family right away and make my request clear to the eldest daughter of the Bucks, Miss Elvis.

The payment will be settled on the next batch of goods.

If the other party has already rested, then postpone it until tomorrow morning. "

Although the alcohol purification work has not yet officially started, it does not prevent Lauren from using it to trade with the Bucks family.

High-purity spirits are an irresistible temptation for the other party.

Robert was stunned, the next batch of goods?

As far as he knew, the Bauhinia Merchant Alliance did not have any industry, where did the goods come from?

But Lauren didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to ask more. After saluting, he turned and left the manor.

After Robert left, Lauren didn't stay long, and went straight to another area of ​​the manor, where 200 orc slaves were imprisoned.

Both the Blackthorn Hornet and the Long-eared Hunter had already been conquered by him, so there was no reason to keep the orcs.

He also urgently needs an army to transport the supplies sent by the Buck family back to Huiyue City.

Long-eared hunters are obviously not suitable for this kind of coolie.

Although it was already late at night, under the illumination of more than 20 torches, the light was not bad.

The first time Lauren saw the half-orcs, he was extremely satisfied with these strong lives.

Orcs are tall, with an average height of more than 1.8 meters five. Although they are a few centimeters shorter than barbarians, their explosive bodies are not bad at all.

The contours of the muscles carved out of rocks on his body are extremely obvious, and the huge power contained in them can be seen at a glance.

Unlike barbarians, orcs have streamlined muscles, barbarians are pure violence.

Orcs are marked by two curved fangs in their mouths, which make them look hideous and terrifying.

The green skin allows these creatures to hide their bodies with the help of grass when hunting, and they are born for hunting.

After seeing Lauren, the eyes of the half-orc, whose hands and feet were bound by iron chains, were filled with anger and killing intent, and he was not timid because he was trapped in a whole body.

"Damn human noble, I will tear your head apart!!!"

"Don't even think about enslaving the great orcs!!"

"We will never be slaves!"

Seeing this group of raging half-orcs, Lauren didn't pay much attention and opened the attribute panel directly.

Orc

Level: Bronze Advanced

Bloodline: Half-orc bloodline (unawakened)

Loyalty: -100

Occupation: Half-orc warrior (level C), professional skill: strong attack (level C+) can burst out the power of the whole body to attack the enemy. After using the skill, the strength increases by 25%.

Fetters: Never surrender, automatically activated when the number of half-orcs exceeds 50, the more comrades killed in battle, the higher the morale.

Introduction: Orcs are a group of extremely resilient races, they will not be defeated unless they die in battle.

The attributes of the half-orc were not outstanding, but the fetters of the other party made Lauren's eyes shine.

Normally, the more severely damaged an army is, the lower its morale will be, which is inevitable.

Even barbarians who are not afraid of death cannot escape this rule.

But the half-orcs are completely opposite, the more the number of dead, the higher the morale.

This feature greatly increases the value of half-orcs whose attributes are not outstanding.

No matter who it is, it will be difficult to face a group of enemies who are firmly nailed to the position like nails, not afraid of the death of their companions, and who fight more and more crazy.

And the more difficult the battle, the more useful the half-orcs could be.

Anyone can collapse, but they will fight to the last.

He likes an army like this.

Woman... Ahem, orcs, you managed to get my attention.

"Very well, the orcs did not disappoint me.

Although in deep trouble, but not afraid, not afraid, not shrink back!

You are real fighters! "

Lauren's voice made the half-orc who was still yelling angrily just now look aghast, and everyone looked at the human nobleman in amazement.

This noble is actually praising them?

Don't all human beings despise them extremely? ?

At first, many half-orcs thought that the human nobleman was mocking them, but after seeing those dark and deep eyes, they had an inexplicable feeling...the other party seemed to be telling the truth.

This discovery made them feel a little delicate. Although they still had a vigilant expression on their faces, the eyes they looked at Lauren softened a little.

This human aristocrat still understands half-orcs.

Lauren stared calmly at the two hundred burly men in front of him, with a convincing firmness in his voice.

"I once met a group of barbarians in the slave market in Decker City. You have the same tenacious will, the same strength, and the same admirable courage as them."

Although the words mentioned the barbarians, they directly praised the orcs.

This made the half-orc, who was already prepared to be reprimanded, beaten with a whip, and ridiculed with contempt, feel a little flattered.

This human aristocrat...is really discerning.

Lauren's tone gradually became high-pitched.

"And I admire such warriors the most."

"For those barbarians who share your qualities, I bestow upon them an unprecedented reward—a chance to challenge me!"

"As long as I can be defeated, I will give them freedom and let them return to the mountains."

"If you lose the battle, you will be loyal to me and become the sharp blade in my hand to kill the enemy!"

Lauren's words immediately caused a commotion among the orcs.

Many people showed disbelief on their faces. Can they regain their freedom by defeating this nobleman? !

Can there be such a good thing?

When did the human aristocracy become so courageous?

But the young man's resolute gaze somehow made them feel that what the other party said was true.

It seems that this human aristocrat has a special charisma, so they can't help but have a strong trust in him.

"Where are those savages... now?"

Lauren looked in the direction of the voice, and a confident arc hung on the corner of his mouth.

"The barbarian has become my subordinate."

This......

The half-orc looked at the thin and thin Lauren suspiciously.

This human nobleman really defeated those strong barbarians?

Lauren didn't care about the questioning eyes below, and spoke sharply.

"I know you don't want to believe this. Perhaps in your hearts, this is another cunning human noble bullying slaves."

"I'm just telling you, no matter what you think, it doesn't matter."

Explain, that is the cry of the weak, he never bothered to talk too much nonsense.

"I tell you so much because I appreciate the valor of the orcs.

It's not that you are qualified to let me say more. "

"Your fate is in my hands. As long as I am willing, all of you will be hanged in the next second."

"So, you are not qualified to make me lie."

After speaking, his eyes became a little cold, and he scanned the audience.

"Although you are slaves, I never think that slaves are your final destination.

Orcs are a group of true warriors, who should cut off the heads of their enemies with their swords on the battlefield in exchange for gold and women!

Instead of dying in the mines, on the pier, or on the wagon carrying the goods! ! "

"I also hope that you can become a group of fighters who cannot be insulted!"

"I once gave savages a chance at the slave market."

"Now, I will also give you the same opportunity.

Beat me and I will let you go and set you free. "

"Defeated, kneel down and surrender, and become the sharp blade in my hand that splits the flesh and blood of the enemy!"

Lauren's provocative words immediately made the orcs boil.

These strong beings with long fangs were breathing heavily.

free! !

Life galloping on the endless wasteland, who doesn't yearn for freedom! !

Despair eats away at their hearts the moment they become slaves.

At this moment, they got an opportunity that they dreamed of having!

But when a group of half-orcs excitedly shouted for me to come.

A light cough made the crowd suddenly quiet down.

Everyone turned their heads in unison to look at an elderly figure with a bent waist and wrinkled skin in the crowd.

"Master Priest..."

"Master Priest..."

"Ahem..." Under the respectful title of the half-orc, the old half-orc walked slowly out of the crowd that separated left and right.

Although his hands and feet were bound by iron chains, he had a calm demeanor.

In those cloudy eyes, there are vicissitudes that only those who have experienced strong winds and waves can have.

"Honorable Your Excellency, the Priest of the Greenwood Tribe—Mond, sends his greetings to you."

Lauren looked at the old priest who suddenly appeared with interest.

"Your Excellency Mond, have you decided to fight on behalf of the orcs?"

The old orc shook his head.

"No, the Greenwood Tribe doesn't need to fight with you, we are willing to rely on you..."