Chapter 31: Rick

The thunderous voice made Arthur frown tight. He raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came.

It was a strong young orc. He had short red hair, like a steel needle.

He was wearing a tangled upper body with his muscles and only wore a shiny shoulder armor on his right shoulder.

There was an equally shiny metal armor at his heart, connected to the shoulder armor with a belt wide forearm. A heavily worn sword hilt was exposed on his left shoulder.

He was wearing a pair of black leather pants and a pair of wrist guards with rich elements fluctuating.

"Human! Get out of here!"

Just by yawning, the young orc rushed to Arthur from dozens of meters away.

"Clang!"

With a clear sound of drawing the sword, the young orc's big sword pointed at Arthur like lightning, only two or three centimeters away from the tip of his nose.

The actions of the young orcs also caused the children surrounding Arthur to scatter like frightened deer.

"The great orcs don't need your mercy!"

The young orc said angrily.

This is probably a very proud orc. With more than ten years of support from humans, many proud orcs cannot bear it. This pride gradually evolved into hostility towards humans. This young orc obviously belongs to this category.

"Your Excellency, I come with sincerity. Are you the friend who welcomes orcs like this?"

Facing the great sword with a cold air, Arthur did not even frown.

"Sincerity? What sincerity?"

The young orc smiled contemptuously, "Let my tribe go to the dark mine cave to do excavation work that will lose life at any time, or do you rush to the front to attract the demon's firepower when you are fighting with the demon? Or are you simply a slave whose status is worse than a cow?"

The young orc sneered with a sarcastic look on his face, "Just because you gave me a bite of food, the noble orcs must make cows and horses for you?"

The young orc shouted suddenly, "Don't think about it!"

"Your Excellency, is this what you think?"

Arthur's smile was still bright, "I know, nothing I said is useless. I will prove it with my actions."

"Hmph! Humans are all lies!"

The young orc was still staring at Arthur vigilantly, and the threat in his mouth was obvious, "Get out of Orgrimmar! I don't guarantee that I won't miss it!"

As soon as the young orc said this, the people who were originally watching the show changed their faces immediately. Ivan, Linda and others jumped off the Kodo beast, holding a large sword, dagger, thin sword, spear and other weapons to surround the young orc, and the weapons in their hands were against the vital points pointing to the young orc.

Elemental Master Isabella suddenly stood up, and her exquisite staff pointed directly at the head of the young orc.

"Rack! Get out!"

At this moment of tension, the old orc suddenly stood up and angrily scolded the young orc.

"Yes, teacher."

The young orc showed a struggle on his face, but in the end he took back the sword with a look of unwillingness to retreat.

However, Arthur, who was still in a state of distortion when facing the Great Sword, heard the young orc calling the old orc, and showed an unexpected look.

The legendary-level great sword, metal armor that even some clan chiefs do not have, and the wrist guards suspected to be legendary equipment, this young orc's identity must be no less.

So, wouldn’t it be even better for those who can be his teacher?

“Introduce yourself.”

Seeing Arthur's betting on the puzzled look, the old orc performed a common etiquette among the chosen ones, "Grom Hellscream, War Song Clan Chief, and the Second Elder of the Orc Presbyterian Church."

As soon as the old orc finished speaking, Arthur immediately felt awe. Grom Hellscream was the most famous hero in the history of the Drano Orcs. As early as when the Drano Orcs were still living and working in their own world, Grom was one of the top chiefs and warriors in the tribe.

During the years of fighting against humans and demons, Grom's courage and wisdom made his enemies extremely troubled. Under Grom's leadership, his War Song clan also became a tiger and wolf army that scared countless races.

Grom's best record was that he killed one of the deputy commanders of the Burning Legion with his Saint-level strength, the destroyer Fanolos, and saved the Drano Orcs from the curse of the demon's blood.

Of course, Fanolus, who entered the world of Olympus, could not be the powerful god known for his terrifying destructive power in the Burning Legion. But even so, Grom can kill Fanolus, a demigod with the strength of the holy level, with his weak divine power. This record is enough to make every demigod in the world of Olympus ashamed.

There are rumors that Grom was hit hard in that shocking battle, his strength was only half of his peak period, and he lost the possibility of further development forever.

However, Arthur did not dare to underestimate this aging orc at all. Killing the demigod with the holy level is probably not the best, but it is definitely unprecedented. With this, Arthur only knows Grom's perception of Grom.

"Young man, I'll arrange for you to meet with Thrall within three days."

Grom said, "You have a good rest today."

Grom glared fiercely at Rick, who was resentful, and then smiled and said to Arthur, "Young man, come with me."

“Dear elder, as you wish.”

Arthur said with some fear and fear.

"Ha, don't be so nervous. I'm just an old man lying in the coffin half."

Seeing Arthur's appearance, Grom smiled and said, "The future belongs to you. The great achievements of his predecessors are used to surpass them! Be confident! Well..."

Grom took out a badge and handed it to Arthur, "Meeting is fate. This is just a meeting ceremony."

Arthur glanced at the badge casually, but his pupils suddenly shrank the next moment.

It was a round badge the size of a gold coin, made of non-gold or wood, and was engraved with an orc head with a roaring mouth.

Since the establishment of the Adventurer Guild, the badges originally used to distinguish the strength of the Warriors have gradually been accepted by various races of Jinglan and have become something similar to an ID card. The badge given by Grom is the symbol of the Battle Song of the second largest clan of the Orc Tribe Alliance. Those who have such badges are equivalent to elders of the Battle Song clan and have great power. For example, mobilizing War Song soldiers of no more than 5,000 people to serve themselves.

In addition, the Frost Wolf and the War Song clan are allies who share life and death. Other Orc clans always have to sell their faces for the two major clans. Therefore, the badges of the War Song clan are also very popular among other Orc clans.

In other words, as long as Arthur did not make any moves to harm the Orc Tribe Alliance, he could walk sideways in the Swamp of Sorrow.

Humph! What a big gift for meeting!

I knew in my heart that Grom might have given this kind of gift the same as the Drow Elves, but Arthur still said in a panic on the surface, "Mr. Grom, your meeting gift is too expensive! Please forgive me for not accepting it."

"You still have self-knowledge."

Rick, who was standing aside, said with his nostrils facing the sky.

"Shut up!"

Grom angrily scolded Rick, and then said to Arthur meaningfully, "Take it. Maybe the orcs will need your help at any time."

"That's it. I'll forgive me for being pretentious."

Knowing that since Grom took out the battle song badge, he would never take it back, Arthur went with the flow and naturally picked up the battle song badge in Grim's palm.

Be optimistic about my potential? Win me? Or show goodwill to the mysterious forces behind me through this?

On the surface, he was very respectful, but Arthur was guessing Grim's intention in his heart.

Alas. This is the sorrow of making chess pieces.

In the end, Arthur could only sigh in his heart.

"Yeah. Just that."

Seeing Arthur accepting his gift, Grom put a smile on his lips and said to his students, "Rack, Arthur is the best young man in the Paradise League. You should learn more from him."

"Is that so? Then I want to get close to you."

Hearing the teacher's words, a tyrannical light flashed in Rick's eyes. He stretched out his right hand that was about Arthur's head, "Come on, use your human etiquette to shake your hand first."

"His Excellency Reck, please take care of me for the first time."

Arthur naturally knew what Rick was thinking. He stretched out his right hand with a spring breeze-like smile and held it tightly with Rick's big hand like a palm-leaf fan.

Then, both of them changed their faces. People around them found that the blue veins on the back of Arthur and Lake's hands were shaking together, and their faces gradually turned red.

Suddenly, the two of them let go of their hands at the same time and quickly left behind. During this process, their right hands shook slightly a few times.

"You're very good."

When he said this, Rick's face no longer had the previous contempt. It was the first time he met a human who could compete with him in terms of strength. In terms of strength alone, Rick, who was born with divine power, had long been the only one among his peers. With this alone, Arthur could get his recognition.

For Arthur, it was quite surprising to meet a young man who was as strong as his own. More than ten years of tempering have made Arthur's power no less than the legendary master. The ability to fight for strength, Rick can compete with him for half a pound, which shows that he is at least a god-selected person who values ​​**.

"the same as you."

Arthur said approvingly.

"If you have the chance to compete."

Rick asked Arthur for a discussion.

“Welcome anytime.”

If you can become a disciple of Grom Hellscream, the orc epic hero, Rick will never be much lower. One more friend, one more way. Arthur has no reason to refuse to change Rick's view of himself.

"Rack, Arthur, I'm very happy that you can appreciate each other."
Chapter completed!