After drinking eight glasses of strong wine in one breath, Buck the Boar's anger subsided slightly.

The urge to urinate gradually increased.

He let out a foul-smelling belch, put his arms around a cousin, and staggered toward the back alley of the tavern.

In fact, Noire City has advanced public health and sewer systems that far exceed those of clan civilization.

There is no way, the appetite of advanced orcs is astonishing, and their digestive systems are different from ordinary people, and the volume of excrement is ten times that of ordinary people.

If it were a huge and gigantic being like the Elephant Man, its excrement would probably be dozens of times that of an ordinary person.

The war was about to begin, and the army gathered in Noire City surged ten times more than usual.

If there is not a well-equipped and well-functioning sanitation system that can handle large amounts of excrement in an instant, Noire City will be flooded by shit before the army can set off to seize glory!

Therefore, in the old blacksmith's tavern, there is a very grand toilet that can accommodate even the elephants.

But Buck, the wild boar from Hongxi Town, was still used to going to the alley behind the tavern, facing the slight wind, looking at the high sky, whistling, and solving problems unscrupulously.

He has visited the Old Blacksmith Tavern more than ten times.

Even with my eyes closed, I still touched the place with ease.

He unbuttoned his trousers and imagined Big Buck of the Bloodhoof family, with a bruised nose and face, crying and crying, kneeling in front of him and begging. He smiled, and the water gate opened wide, and he was full of water.

He kept muttering: "I'll shoot you to death!"

After a while, the problem was solved. Wild Boar Buck shuddered and was about to return to the tavern, where he and his brothers continued to recall the glory of the Red Creek family and how to deal with Big Buck.

Suddenly, he heard his name.

Deep in the back alley of the tavern, there is a recessed corner where a large amount of debris and rubbish are piled up, and the rats only come to clean it up every ten days and a half.

Buck the Boar never paid attention to this place.

At this moment, someone inside said loudly: "... Buck... Hee hee..."

People are always very sensitive to their own names.

Moreover, this voice was sharp and thin, half-male but half-female, demonic and demonic, so harsh that it was difficult for people not to pay attention.

Of course, the other party may not be talking about Buck the Boar.

After all, "Buck" is a very common name.

There are at least three to five hundred "Bucks" in the entire Black Corner City.

But Wild Boar Buck still poked his head curiously and put his big ears against the corner wall to eavesdrop on what the harsh voice was saying.

"Master Big Buck said that he beat the pig so hard that he didn't even recognize his parents. One of his fangs was knocked out. Tears were squeezed out from the top and feces and urine were squeezed out from the bottom. He had no choice but to kneel down and beg for help.

Lord Buck's forgiveness.

"The pig said that from now on, he would never dare to call him such a loud name as 'Buck'. As long as Lord Big Buck can spare him, he will call him 'Little' with the word 'Little' in front of his name."

Buck'.

"Haha, little Buck from Hongxi Town, do you think it's funny or not?"

These words are like armor-piercing cones made of frozen ice.

Along the gap in the skull, it stabbed hard into the brain of the wild boar Buck.

All three of his drunkenness froze in an instant.

But after the ice layer on the cerebral cortex cracked, what spewed out from it was rage that was hotter than magma.

"Little Buck from Red Creek"?

Damn it, there will never be anyone else, this demonic voice is talking about him!

"ah!"

Wild Boar Buck's eyes were red, he raised his fists and ran around the corner in one step.

I saw two drunk rat people half sitting and half lying next to the smelly garbage dump.

One of the rat people was completely drunk, got into a large bottomless basket, curled up, and fell asleep, snoring loudly.

Another rat citizen who was also very drunk did not realize that his companion could no longer hear his voice and could not even figure out his companion's direction, but he mistook a dirty mop for his companion's head.

He hugged the mop head very affectionately and kept talking nonsense: "It's a pity that we are not the handymen of the Blood Skull Arena, so we can't see with our own eyes that pig kneeling down and begging for mercy, calling himself 'Little Buck', hehe

Hee, hee hee hee, that must be very interesting!"

Buck the Boar is furious!

Not just because of the other party's slander.

It's more because of the other party's identity.

This guy has a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, two wrinkled paws, and a short rat tail trailing behind his back. He has a lot of rat characteristics.

He is a rat man!

Ratmen are the most despised existence among all races and classes in Turan civilization.

In fact, the reason why the "untouchables" are called "rat people" is because the rat people are the most timid, filthy and despicable.

The vast majority of the rat people do not have any rat blood flowing in their bodies, and there is no trace of rat characteristics on their bodies. Apart from being relatively thin and wretched, they are not much different from the clan warriors.

They are also considered to be able to reform, wash away their shame with their blood and even their lives, and rejoin the clan.

Ratmen are another story.

A group that is considered hopeless, unworthy of forgiveness and transformation, and has been completely abandoned by the ancestors long ago.

In a word, the rat people are the untouchables among the untouchables, the scum among the scum, and the cowards among the cowards. They are the "shame of Turan"!

The reason why such a despicable ethnic group still exists in large numbers throughout Turanze to this day.

Mainly because their fecundity is so amazing, just like real cockroaches and mice.

No matter how much the clan masters kill and exterminate, they are still inexhaustible.

That's not bad.

After all, foundries, ancient mines, construction projects, and cannon fodder troops all need to be continuously filled with a large amount of fresh blood and flesh in order to operate at high speed.

There are also many rat people in Hongxi Town.

They are all slaves of the clan masters.

When they saw the wild boar Buck approaching from a distance, they would all kneel down on the ground and bury their faces deep in the mud, lest Master Buck see their disgusting look and dirty their eyes.

Unexpectedly, in Black Point City, even a pariah among pariahs would dare to make up gossip about the master!

Wild Boar Buck didn't even think about it. He roared loudly, swung his kick and hit the Rat Man in the chest.

The rat man was so drunk that he didn't even notice the appearance of the wild boar Buck. He was still there with his face glowing red, saliva flying everywhere, and chattering incessantly.

Suddenly, he was kicked three or four arms high, hit the wall hard, and slid down like a torn sack. However, he couldn't even scream, his eyes widened, and his cheeks bulged high, "Wow.

"With a sound, a large amount of blood and vomit spurted out.

Wild Boar Buck's cousins ​​heard the noise and hurried over to check.

Seeing that Boar Buck's leather boots were stained with vomit and blood, he thought that the rat man, curled up in a ball and groaning, had unintentionally offended his cousin.

"Buck, what's going on?"

The cousin has a pair of slender eyes and is considered a relatively calm one among the many wild boar warriors in Hongxi Town.

He knelt down to look at the Rat Man's clothes, touched the material of the clothes, and turned around and said, "This guy is well-dressed, he doesn't look like an ordinary handyman. It's best not to kill him directly. If he really offends you,

Find his owner and ask him to give us an explanation!"

"Of course I won't beat him to death, otherwise, I would have blown out his heart with just one kick!"

Wild Boar Buck dragged the rat man up bitterly, checked his chest first, and spat contemptuously, "What a cheap guy, but he's quite durable!"

But he couldn't restrain his anger, and punched the rat man's sharp-mouthed monkey's cheek again, not lightly but not hard.

Of course, it’s what he thinks is “neither light nor serious.”

However, the rat man was beaten by him until he could only breathe out but not in. He foamed at the mouth and convulsed violently.

"snort!"

Seeing that he was really going to die, Wild Boar Buck let go of the rat man and asked his cousin to get a basin of water. He also called the other three companions from Hongxi Town.

"But, why exactly?" the cousin asked doubtfully.

The wild boar Buck "chucked" for a long time, his face turned red, and he just said: "Stop talking nonsense, just go if you are told, we will know later!"

After a while, five wild boar warriors from Hongxi Town blocked the back alley of the tavern.

One person held his arms and held a heavy sword under the creaking nest. He stood at the entrance of the alley with a fierce look in his eyes to help them look out.

The remaining four people formed a group around the Rat Man.

After pouring a basin of water on his face and pressing his chest several times, he finally managed to revive this rat-man who was particularly resistant to beatings.

The bad wine that this guy just drank was mixed with vomit and spurted out. He was stimulated by severe pain, but he was seven to eight minutes sober.
To be continued...