Dungeons & Dragons: I was kicked out of the team by Brave

After all, for this group of barbaric people, nothing can make money faster than robbery.

Of course, with the deliberate publicity and subtle influence of Richard's Star Chamber of Commerce in the orc territory, the orcs finally understood that sometimes doing business may be more profitable.

They would deliberately go to the dwarf community next door to rob some weapons, and then use some of the orcs' own enchanters to make basic magic weapons and sell them to the Star Chamber of Commerce at low prices.

However, given that these people do not know how to do business and do not understand pricing, under Richard's deception, the Chamber of Commerce can always purchase these equipment at a price far lower than the market price.

So in essence, these orcs are working for the Star Chamber of Commerce, providing cheap labor, and they are illegal workers without five insurances and one housing fund.

Due to the reputation of the Star Boundary Chamber of Commerce in the orc territory and the status of a royal merchant affiliated with the Dekao tribe, usually there would be no particular difficulties as long as these names are shown.

But it seems that the difficulty will not be small...

It was obvious that Richard was in trouble.

A big orc man said: "I think something is wrong with you."

"What's wrong?"

"There's something wrong, but I'm uneducated and can't tell."

"Look carefully, this is the token of the Dekao tribe." Richard took out a string of bone chains with the emblem of the Dekao tribe engraved on it.

A gray wolf next to the orc warrior sniffed the paladin next to Richard, and made a threatening sound in its throat.

Richard's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the aura of the Paladin had been detected?

The Paladin was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic. His face was so ferocious that he didn't look like a good person at all, his eyes widened, and he slapped the wolf on the head: "Puppy, do you want a slap?"

The ferocious aura made the gray wolf howl in fear, curling its tail and shrinking behind the orc warrior.

The orc looked at this hateful-looking paladin and slapped his head: "Oh, I know something is wrong! You look like my long-lost son! Heisen, is it you, Heisen! Come back and see your dad. Yet?"

"You motherfucker..."

The paladin was so angry that he wanted to draw his sword, but was stopped by Richard.

"Heisen, please bear with me. There is no shame in calling me Dad when you go out. Moreover, his son happens to have the same name as you. This is a good thing. You two are destined!"

The orc warrior suddenly burst into tears and said, "It must be you, Heisen! You are still so handsome!"

Li Cha was silent.

Everyone knows that the aesthetics of orcs are completely opposite to that of human elves. If a person can be judged as handsome by orcs, then he must be so ugly to humans that men and women will cry.

Richard sighed and patted Heisen on the shoulder, hoping that he would be strong.

Hessen paused, took out a wad of money, and handed it to the orc who blocked the road: "You praise me for being ugly, and I'll give you this money."

The orc warrior slapped his front away and said angrily: "Heisen, you look like me, how can you be ugly! This money can't buy my soul!"

Richard quickly said to the side: "Indeed, you two are biological father and son at first sight!"

Seeing that the orc warrior guarding the checkpoint was already showing signs of relenting, Richard didn't want to get into trouble.

As long as you can legally enter the orcs' outer defense line, then this journey won't be too troublesome.

Heisen gritted his teeth, darkened his face, nodded, and chose to endure the humiliation.

"Wait a minute." Nunalia, who was on the beast of burden, suddenly opened the curtain and stuck her head out. She still asked in a condescending tone: "Orc, what do you think I look like?"

The orc warrior who was trying to recognize Heisen looked up, his face suddenly changed, and he pulled Heisen back two steps. Suddenly he felt his stomach churn.

He seemed to have seen something incredible and indescribable, and his dark face was turning pale.

"You..." Before the orc warrior could say anything, he vomited out all the last night's meal.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

He sat on the ground and groaned: "This woman is so ugly! She has an ugly face and an ugly heart."

Nunalia nodded with satisfaction.

In the circle of ladies in the Silver Moon Empire, if someone can be kissed three times in a row by a beauty appraiser like Orc, she must be the top beauty.

"Wait a minute, don't forget me!"

Clintina jumped off the beast of burden and pointed at herself.

"Yeah." The orc warrior looked at Clintina and hesitated fatally, "I feel... although this woman is ugly, there is always a kind of spiritual beauty inside."

"What, spiritual beauty?"

The orc warrior said bluntly: "I don't know, I just feel like you are as capable as the goblin boys in my tribe."

"you……"

Without waiting for Clintina to retort, Richard quickly pulled her beast of burden into the hinterland of the orc tribe.

Clindina is still worried about the so-called spiritual beauty.

Nunalia said happily: "It means that you are just an inferior goblin."

Chapter 129 Show off my mouth

After successfully sneaking into the orc hinterland, Richard saw the orc army stationed outside the fortress.

Not much different from the demon army, the orc army is also composed of massive cannon fodder and high-level orc warriors.

However, compared to the demons, they seem to have some precious brains. The war equipment made by the orc technicians from a piece of garbage is no worse than the equipment carefully crafted by some dwarves under certain circumstances.

Although these devices are extremely unstable and easy to explode, they are large in quantity and low-level orcs are not precious.

The area of ​​​​the orc territory is almost half of the Silver Moon Empire, and its interior is composed of many tribes connected together.

These tribes, which range in size from small to large, usually form alliances around a more powerful tribe and form organized legions when necessary.

Therefore, legions are not common for orcs, unless they need to respond to a large-scale war, they will be forcibly recruited.

The usually disorderly orcs prefer to be like nomads, using the speed of gray wolves to carry out multiple squads of plunders, plundering human villages or small dwarf fortresses, or the mother springs of wood elves.

In the Ashe continent, there are far fewer high-level professionals than there are in the Bottomless Abyss, so an army composed of low-level professionals is necessary, but it is also extremely expensive.

Therefore, it is difficult for the orcs, who are not very productive, to maintain an army with the alliance of several tribes alone. In other words, behind the army under the Noao Mountain Fortress, there must be more tribes transfusing blood for them, otherwise it would have been a long time ago. Dispersed.

The formation of an orc legion is often considered the beginning of a war. Unlike humans, orcs do not deliberately assemble legions for training. Once a legion is formed, it must fight until a war is won or the last orc in the legion is left. Got polished off.

This is also the reason why Richard is a little uneasy. Logically speaking, since the orc army is rushing towards the Aoshan Fortress, it should not stop setting up camp. The amount of food consumed every day when stationed in place is a shocking figure.

Richard and his party temporarily stopped at a small orc tribe and decided to get some information.

After difficult negotiations, Richard obtained a small tent similar to a yurt as a temporary resting place and planned to set off again the next day.

Nunalia's health seemed to be worse than imagined, and she was far from able to support the long journey.

As for Hessen, who was specially invited by Mrs. Eve, Richard finally understood why Mrs. Eve invited him.

Because this man who is so ugly that even the orcs want to recognize him as a relative, really has some orcish blood.

Heisen was being tortured by the orc warrior who wanted to recognize him as father and son. The stubborn orc seemed to really regard Heisen as his own son.

This powerful paladin maintained great restraint. In order not to affect Richard's trip, he could only acquiesce to the fact that he had a wild father on his head.

Richard was impressed by his high integrity.

But Richard also had to think about the direction of the next journey.

Should he continue directly westward into Dekao's tribe, or should he go south to find Princess Linda, who had no news at all?

The princess must be saved, this is the consensus of Richard and Nunalia, but it is extremely difficult to find a human in the vast orc territory.

Richard asked: "Nanalia, don't you have any relevant information?"

"Not at all."

"Well, what's the use of you then?"

Nunalia raised her eyebrows, pulled out a stack of blank checks from Silver Moon Provincial Bank from her clothes, and patted Richard's face rhythmically: "I have money, a lot of money."

Richard took a deep breath and suddenly didn't want to work hard anymore.

"Besides rescuing Princess Silver Moon, if you have any other requests, feel free to ask for them."

"Re-correct, it's not about rescuing Princess Silver Moon, but about kidnapping. Do you understand what kidnapping means?" Nunalia turned over on the soft fur and stretched out a white calf and smooth feet, " When the time comes to see Princess Linda, don’t rekindle your old feelings and arrange to elope.”

"You really know everything." The corner of Richard's mouth twitched, he brought a wooden bucket and snapped his fingers. The warm and slightly scalding water overflowed into the bucket. He very consciously pressed Nunalia's bare feet. In the water, "I do this for the sake of money. New adventurers often burn their feet during their first long journey, so they need to scald them with hot water from time to time."

Nunalia did not take back her feet, but pushed them to Richard's mouth: "Given your usual perverted style, I think this is a reward for you."

Richard said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, you are right. I just like these. Come on, show me off."

"The truth is always told in a joke." Nunalia enjoyed Richard's service as a matter of course, and her body, which was not very comfortable, got a small relief.

I have to admit that Richard does uphold the principle of life of doing things with money, and Nunalia feels the most thoughtful and considerate care from Richard.

It's a pity that all this is only based on getting money to do things. Apart from that, Richard makes a very clear distinction.

Since the banquet in the capital ten years ago, Nunalia has never stepped out of Winter City.

One is that there is no time, and the other is that it is impossible.

Once she steps out of the Duke's Palace, Nunalia is at risk of being assassinated.

So although Nunalia gradually took complete control of the Midden Territory, she was just a caged bird, and she had never seen the outside world.

Savage orc tribes, deep and terrifying dungeons, bottomless abyss with endless bloody battles, rigid dwarf fortresses, arrogant and lonely elven forests, endless glorious Pantheon...

The world is vast and wonderful, but Nunalia knows nothing about it.

But now, she had truly set foot on the territory of the orcs, surrounded by the roars of the orcs, the neighing of gray wolves, and the howling of the night wind.

There are no longer those annoying affairs in the Duke's Palace and the endless struggles for power among subordinates. It is as if the prisoners have been released from their shackles, the emperor has put on new clothes, and the fish has escaped from the pond.

Nunalia felt the breath of freedom for the first time.

She took a gentle breath of relief and let go of the defensiveness and tension she had been feeling.

The water temperature in the wooden barrel was maintained at a slightly hot temperature by Richard. The tender feet gradually turned red at this water temperature, and the heat seemed to evaporate from the bottom, warming Nunalia's shivering body.

She seemed to have turned into a puddle of water. She could no longer raise her spirits and reluctantly opened her eyes.

"If you really like it, I can allow you to kiss it, for today only."

"You have lost your composure, Lady Nunalia."

"I know, but I am only 30 years old this year. I am obviously still young. I have dedicated myself to Middenland in the past years, and the same will be true in the years to come. But...who hasn't been young yet?"

Nunalia murmured drowsily, and slowly fell asleep, defenseless.