bullyxtreme Chapter 149 Between Enemies
Chapter 149 Between Enemies
The two-dimensional orc Hollow Ears and the human pervert Ivan were walking side by side on the snow on the west side of the Haze Forest.
This combination, once called a perverted duo by a short half-elf, has long ended their rivalry.
After all, fighting side by side is the best way to turn enemies into friends.
But they did not change the way they addressed each other.
"Human perversion, I don't quite understand..."
Swinging the thin steel baseball bat out of boredom, Kong Er hesitated, not knowing where to start asking.
"What are you doing, you old second-dimensional guy whose wife ran away? When did you become so shy when speaking?"
"...
Pervert, if you could keep your mouth shut a little, you would be a very trustworthy human being."
"I have always been trustworthy, and no one has ever opened a business...
Tell me, what do you want to ask?"
He put away his baseball bat, brushed off the snow stuck on it, and then Kong Er began to speak slowly.
“To be honest, I can see it very clearly.
Since I moved to your base, all those incredible things you have done were just to make yourself and the people around you live more comfortable.
I do not understand……
When you were looking for the patriarch to reserve those refined gold and rare steel, you seemed like an ambitious person who wanted to lead the orcs to attack cities and plunder territories.
What on earth are you going to do?
Ivan was walking beside him, his head lowered, as if there was something on the smooth snow that interested him.
“Kong Er, you’ve seen the mad orcs in that fortress;
And those biting ice elements on the frozen plains before...
I'll tell you what else I saw."
Ivan's eyebrows twitched, as if he recalled something that made him very uncomfortable. He took a few deep breaths before speaking again.
“When I walked into the Elven Courtyard and saw the bodies scattered all over the ground, to be honest, I felt no pity or sympathy.
Maybe it's because I watched a lot of zombie movies before, which made my brain somewhat immune to these bloody things.
However, when the fallen elves began to attack the druid settlement...
You know, Kong'er, unlike those fallen orcs who are all big and strong, there are many fallen elves who are shorter than Lian, or even younger than Lian.
Those little ones who should be running around in their own homes like orc children will suddenly jump on you and bite a piece of meat from your neck..."
After listening to this passage, I felt a little uncomfortable in my throat.
Although his wife ran away, he is also an orc with more than a dozen cubs and knows how it feels to be called dad.
Ivan continued to speak, his tone gradually becoming fierce and angry.
"Or in other words, what have those degenerates done wrong that warrants punishment in this way?
I once asked Xiling if the gods of this world didn’t care about the lives of their believers…”
"Ms. Morgan is not like that..."
“Yes, Morgan almost sacrificed herself to save Tagon. She is a good girl and a good god.
But what if, I mean what if, Morgan doesn't make it...
Will all the orcs of the Wasteland clans become like the monsters in the ruins...
Those diligent orc laborers, those craftsmen who are not very smart but very hardworking,
Those warriors who risked their lives on the frozen plains to rescue the druids, and those little orcs who were messing with you in the fields...
Is this what they should endure?"
"..."
Kong Er now had no desire to refute, or rather, he had actually been worried that the same incident would happen to the Wasteland Tribe.
He looked at the human next to him who was half a head shorter than him, and seemed to understand a little bit about what this pervert was angry about.
……
"What? You said that Targon wanted the druids to send an engineering team?
Impossible, Tagun doesn't know the new term "engineering team", this must be something you came up with!"
When Alvin returned to the base, he saw the half-giant Bol sitting with his legs crossed in the Oak Hall.
This middle-aged bald guy would only restrain himself a little in front of his sister. As long as Hejia was not around, he would return to his lazy look.
“It’s paid, alright.
Come on, Kong Er, show this unscrupulous priest what the Wasteland Tribe plans to pay with. "
A black line on the forehead of a 2D orc.
This work was clearly directed and acted out by Ivan from beginning to end, so there was no talk of any remuneration.
However, he still took out a large piece of rare steel ingot from his pocket as he had agreed with Alvin.
With the appearance of this piece of magic metal, Bol's feet on the long table stopped shaking.
He opened his mouth wide and seemed to have difficulty breathing, making a hissing sound like a bellows.
“This is… rare steel?
Or is it rare steel that has been purified?"
Seeing Paul's stupid look who had never seen the world, Ivan's face was full of wicked smiles.
Easy to grasp, tsk tsk tsk...
"How about this? As long as the cult sends out an engineering team, we can also let those orc druids who have mastered tree shaping go home to visit their families...
Ahem, Xiling, wait a minute, hush...
The orcs will pay a thousand pounds of rare steel as payment."
"How many?"
The bald priest retracted his foot so quickly that he almost sat down on the ground.
"How many did you say?"
He asked again in disbelief.
"A thousand... pounds?"
Now Bol became completely excited, his beard and dreadlocks were jumping and shaking like a mad octopus.
"Il! Il!
Hurry up, go and call Il!
Do you want the Frost Giants to do physical work?
Philohill, you should go there as soon as possible...Forget it, I'll go by myself.
Xiling, hold this kid here for me, don't let him run away!"
"Master, actually..."
Xiling, who knew the origin and ownership of the rare steel, really wanted to give Boll a hint.
But soon, she was grabbed by Ivan's sleeve.
The half-elf lady didn't know whether this could be considered a trick on Bol or not, and could only shake her head and sigh as she watched the half-giant rushing out of the hall in a hurry.
Even Kong Er, who usually didn't talk much, stood in front of him.
This orc, who had never gotten along well with Alvin, rarely spoke up and supported Alvin.
"Ms. Xiling, please believe Ivan. He has his intentions..."