Self-discipline is king in horse riding and slashing

"Why didn't you shoot that arrow?! Your cowardly behavior is not worthy of leading the orcs here!"

Guido Cast Iron whipped the goblin to the back of the military formation with a powerful blow. He turned around and walked quickly to the front of the formation, pointing at the city wall and shouting.

"Cowardly?! You say I'm cowardly? If you promise to destroy the vampire Count Edward, I will promise to fight with you in the glorious Makgora! If you win, I will lead the Black Hand tribe to join you. If I win, you will have to keep half of the armor. !”

Red Blackhand was furious when he heard this. He wanted to open the city gate and charge in, but the reason brought by the human blood in his body reminded him that this was undoubtedly an egg against a stone. He felt that he was strong enough, but the Blackhand tribe after losing the main force was too weak. .

"Vampire? The brave Iron Tribe agreed, come on! It's time to prove yourself!"

Guido Cast Iron flexibly removed his black heavy armor, leaving only a triangular piece of rag covering his body.

"Come to fight!"

The black orc shouted loudly, took a battle ax, and jumped into the range of the orcs in a nearly naked state. He opened his chest and faced the orc chief at the head of the city without fear.

The fighting spirit in his eyes almost turned into reality, slapping every orc's brain.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The black orc army beat their shields and cheered.

Orcs have half human blood flowing in their bodies. Their average IQ is slightly weaker than that of humans, but compared to the green skins, it is a ceiling. However, this race born from the union of two blood feuds is not welcomed by both sides.

(Orcs exist in the old version of the medieval setting)

The human race disliked the ugly appearance of the orcs, and because they were the product of the atrocities of the "greenskins", everyone felt disgusted from the bottom of their hearts.

So after coexisting with them for a brief period of time, the people of Sigmar could no longer bear it, and they took the lead in launching anti-alien activities.

When the last honest and docile half-orcs were forced to evacuate from Nunn, an independent city-state on the Reik River, the remaining half-orc groups formed ferocious mercenary groups or tribes.

They accept employment from anyone as long as the price is right.

Thanks to the magical talents of hybrids, although they do not have two reproduction systems (natural reproduction and spore cultivation) like the green skins, their ultra-high fertility rate and extremely short growth period also make this driven new race There is an opportunity to grow and develop.

There was also a group of orcs who wanted to join a powerful greenskin clan, but they were driven away again.

The reason was that they were weak and had too many demands, and they didn't know which of the green-skinned warlords' faults they had at that time, so they didn't attack this weak tribe.

But even so, most orcs still classify themselves as "orcs" and do not admit that their bloodline is human, nor do they admit that most of their bloodline comes from hobgoblins.

They believe that they are descendants of powerful orcs.

Therefore, they gradually chose to be dominated by the animal nature in their blood, and spontaneously learned the behaviors and habits of orcs.

Makgora means a glorious duel. No half-orc or orc can refuse, otherwise he will be expelled from the tribe.

The rules are very simple, that is, two people fight against each other without wearing armor and only holding a weapon, and beat each other until they admit defeat.

This was originally invented by a big hammer-wielding guy, but somehow it became popular among all greenskins, and the rules changed from no harm to human life to death-match, or both.

But most of the time, only one person survives a Makgora attack launched by the orcs.

"Come on then!"

Upon seeing this, Red Blackhand immediately tore off his armor, picked up two black short-handled war hammers, and jumped off the nearly 6-meter-high city wall.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The shouts of the orcs also increased.

"Victory belongs to the Cast Iron Tribe!"

While Guido Cast Iron roared, he suddenly ejected, quickly shortened the distance and jumped up, grabbing the handle of the ax with both hands and slashing hard.

To suffer!

Its speed shocked the Orc chief who had just left the field.

"No, the glory belongs to the Black Hand tribe!"

Reid Blackhand, who had led the small tribe to fight so far, also had his own glory. He crossed his hands and faced the terrifying jump.

when!

With a deafening sound, two black iron hammers quickly spun out in a flash of bright light and dust mist, and finally slammed into the large wooden door of the camp.

"King Guido won!"

The smoke dissipated, and a green-skinned man with half a swollen face and a blood-red face raised a loudspeaker and shouted.

"King Guido!"

"King Guido!"

The shouts of the black orc troops shook the sky, while the morale of the half-orcs on the wooden walls of the camp fell to a low point.

"What are you hesitating about? Let's do it!"

Red Blackhand's eyes widened, and he spoke fiercely to the victor in front of him, his tone full of fearlessness, as if the shining giant blade was not aimed at his head, but at his two calves. Didn't get stuck in the mud either.

"You are very good. I will give you a chance to join the Cast Iron Tribe!"

Upon seeing this, Guido Cast Iron responded with an even fiercer look. While releasing his powerful momentum without any reservation, he answered the defeated man's questions with a voice that was loud enough to reach every corner of the orc camp.

"I agreed, but you have to get rid of that vampire count!"

"The Cast Iron Tribe says the same thing!"

The two broad hands were held together.

......

Meanwhile, Wardrassil.

chirp~chirp~

As sounds came from the sky one after another, the people who were rushing to the "department store" raised their heads again.

"Look, look, there's the huge eagle again!"

A young man from Bato screamed excitedly and stretched out his hand to yank his companion.

"What's so strange? Didn't you fly there once before? It must be the lord's army! If you have the time, you'd better hurry up and squeeze forward. I heard that the food is sold very cheaply. What if I get there late and it's gone? manage."

The person being dragged responded extremely impatiently.

"But this time it's different. There are people up there, there are people up there!"

Seeing that the knights in the sky were about to fly away, the young man became anxious. He roared and pulled hard, causing his companion to stagger.

"Ouch, you're crazy, you...there really are people! It's those golden-armored soldiers!"

The young man who almost fell was about to scold him, but the words in his mouth suddenly changed with the image printed in his pupils.

The two people's movements occurred in various streets in the city, and people looked to the sky in shock.

"It's really amazing. I remember that in Bretonnia itself, only the king's direct army and the Principality of Palavon have a small number of Pegasus knights, right?"

An Arabi businessman who returned home with a full load said with a sigh on his face.

"No, last time I offered a price of 1200 gold coins, but the Duke of Palavon was still unwilling to sell it to me. Unless His Majesty the King pressed hard, why did he bring up the Holy Grail Knight and the Prophetess? In the final analysis, it was not Do you still look down on us businessmen?”