[System] My fish is not so fierce

Chapter 12 Never come to Mr. Orc in the south again (I feel sorry for you)

To be visited by a beauty early in the morning would be a very pleasant morning for anyone.

But at least not the golden retriever!

Mr. Orc thought it was a terrible morning.

Especially after understanding the so-called detailed plan of the elves.

But under the elf's persuasion, I unexpectedly felt that it was very feasible and agreed. Perhaps this is the most heartbreaking thing.

It must be the blond liar's smile with illusion attributes, the orc who was walking towards the destination thought so.

The subordinates who followed him found that even under the sun, it still seemed a little cold.

In front of you is a well-known arms trading shop in the slums in the western part of Diluo. Although it is small in scale, it is committed to the development of civilian weapons, so it has a good reputation among the grassroots.

That's Thor's goal today.

Even if you don't deliberately create an atmosphere, Thor's aura can easily make people around you feel dangerous at this moment, not to mention the poor people who have been slyly wandering in the gaps of existence all year round, and even the barking beast at the door screamed a few times.

"Why is the president of the Thorny Osmanthus Chamber of Commerce visiting our small shop when he has time?" The boss squeezed out a smile, and his facial features became vivid.

"Call your real rulers over here." Uncle Thor said mighty and domineering.

"That, that." A passer-by with a very low sense of presence next to him came over, "That's the villain."

Thor lowered his head, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him whose head was about to be buried in his crotch, sneered disdainfully, and kicked him out violently, causing a commotion outside.

"Don't try to fool me, human." With bloody red eyes, Thor glanced at his former boss.

The boss' legs went limp, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Thor walked over slowly, and lifted the middle-aged man's chin with the toe of his shoe with rivets, "It's you."

"Yes, I'm sorry, my younger brother is young and ignorant, I hope you can forgive me. President, what can you do." The middle-aged man explained with a stiff spine and trembling.

"I have to explain to you what I want to do?!" Thor snorted, lifted the boss's collar with one hand, put him on the chair next to him, jumped onto the counter, sat cross-legged, and looked around the door to watch the lively scene. Uncle Thor said that he was really refreshed by the people and the passers-by who stayed in the house and did not dare to move.

"Well, so, sell your shop to me." The orc said these words carelessly while playing with the dagger.

The people watching outside suddenly became commotion, and the store fell into a suffocating silence.

"Why? I'm not happy, but I'm sincerely discussing it with you." Uncle Thor wiped his dagger.

"My lord, you can't do this." The boss took a deep breath, looked at Thor with forbearance, and his voice was a little trembling, "You will lead Cinnamon to death if you do whatever you want."

"Hmm~ You are threatening me." Thor put away his dagger, jumped off the counter, and walked over. "You are so uncooperative, it's not that I don't give you a chance."

"You didn't have the idea of ​​discussing it properly from the beginning." The boss stood up while holding the counter, there seemed to be something more in his eyes, and his words were no longer as cowardly and cowardly as they were at the beginning. "Belittling civilians is the biggest mistake you big men make."

"Really……"

However, before Thor could react, those who thought they were just passers-by in the store suddenly jumped up, drew their weapons, and attacked the guards brought by Thor.

And the middle-aged man who was kicked out didn't know when he returned to the store. At this time, he had circled not far behind Thor, and the bright yellow fireball burst suddenly, and the tumbling heat wave brought a sharp roar of air currents. The roof was overturned all of a sudden, and the screams and curses of the affected passers-by were heard outside.

"It's really cunning, are the rules of survival for civilians? I never mean to despise, but my rule is to be able to trample you." Faint red marks began to flash on Thor's body, and no one dared to doubt that the orcs were berserk. power.

The ears in the black turban trembled slightly, and the red light gathered on his hands. Before everyone could react, Thor punched the ground.

The whole ground shook, followed by the crackling sound of stones, and the rumbling sound of air pouring into the cavity, and a damp tunnel was displayed in front of everyone.

Before seeing the movement clearly, Thor jumped down, and the boss rushed to stop him, but the sword he swung stopped suddenly.

Seeing the gray figure being thrown up, everyone who had been fighting stopped their movements.

The man in gray slowly got up, his face was wrapped in a bandage and hidden in the shadow of the hood, his facial features could not be seen clearly, but the vicious look in his deep brown eyes made everyone present shudder.

"Gary, no, it should be the boss here. Is the air in the sewer okay?" Thor jumped up, gleefully kicking the man in gray.

The man in gray didn't refute or evade, and looked at Thor gloomyly, "If you're here for me, you can do whatever you want, but don't touch anyone else."

"Hehe, a joke." Thor played with the small dagger, "Who do you think you are, don't try to order me, and your people?" The orc's red eyes swept around, pointing at a thin old man, "Is he ?”

After finishing speaking, red grudge was ignited in his hand.

"Don't go too far!" The man in gray looked at Thor resentfully, but he still didn't move.

"Hmm, I'm still as selfish and cowardly as before." Thor glanced contemptuously at the man in gray, smiled provocatively, exerted strength on his wrist, and shot the small dagger at the thin old man with a red glow.

The old man closed his eyes reflexively, but after a 'ding' sound, the imaginary death did not come.

"It's really a stain in the blood of elves." The clear voice was like a cold wind wrapped in ice and snow, and the temperature in the whole room dropped a lot because of it.

One after another, several lightelfs with their own holy lights walked in, making the small shop even more cramped.

The headed elf's face is frosty, even with amazing beauty, but people still dare not look directly at them, those cold emerald green eyes, even if they look at each other for a second, will make people feel a sense of being overwhelmed by the cold wind. The crushed illusion.

However, at this moment, a discordant laugh came.

"Hey, look at people's pointed ears with your nostrils, are your chins alright?" Uncle Thor's tone was inexplicably...smug?

This is really a drop of water splashed into the oil, and a gram of cesium is added to the water.

The tense atmosphere instantly became awkward and depressing.

Passers-by held their breath and secretly glanced at these unexpected visitors who didn't know whether they were enemies or friends, but seeing how Uncle Thor was trying to die... everyone felt at ease for some reason.

Xia Zuo's expression remained unchanged, he glanced at Thor lightly, and Mr. Orc looked at him without hesitation.

Shit, idiot orc.

Damn, seeing the elf like this makes me want to beat him up.

"Beastman, do you want to die?" No one would doubt the murderous intent contained in the elf's tone... except Uncle Thor.

"Huh?" The orc flicked the strap of the hood indifferently, "What are you?! You meddled in my affairs for no reason. Are you courting death, Elf?"

"It seems that you have been in power for too long, and you have forgotten the founder of Cinnamon." The elf smiled instead of anger, like melting ice, with the warmth of spring, even if it is an illusion, it still makes people addicted to it... except Lord Thor who is already immune to it.

God knows how many stupid things he's done because of that damn smile.

"Hmm ~ Founder? Is there such a thing?" Thor sneered, "Of course the answer is no!"

Ignoring Thor's question and answer, Xia Zuo smiled mockingly, waved his left hand, and a scroll with time protection magic was displayed in front of everyone.

The top is Elvish, and the bottom is the translation of the eight major ethnic languages.

"Even though it makes people hate it, I have to admit that the shameless orc in front of me has noble elven blood in his body, and his father, a lightelf, is the founder of Cinnamon." The elf's words successfully caused a commotion .

But Uncle Thor, who was arrogant at the beginning, was uncharacteristically not born to refute.

This made everyone more certain about the authenticity of this bloody news.

"Through observing you over the past few years, I, Xia Zuo Green, take back your inheritance rights on behalf of Yatro Green, the founder of Cinnamon." It was still clear and clear with a cold voice, the voice was not loud but immediately There was silence all around.

And the gray-clothed man, who had been weakening his sense of presence, hesitantly opened his long mouth, but in the end he didn't say a word, and stepped back silently.