Joey stared at the two menacing orcs charging towards him, still feeling somewhat uncertain.

This was the first time I had encountered orcs since arriving in this strange world. Although the book described them in detail, seeing them in person was a completely different story.

Two new species with green skin and fangs suddenly appeared in front of him, which made him somewhat uneasy.

"Gurgle, gurgle, whoosh, whoosh..."

The orc charged at Joey, yelling. Joey took a few deep breaths and yelled back. Since they were going to fight, he couldn't lose the argument either.

"His orc language is getting better and better. It's true that traditional Chinese culture is always the easiest to learn!"

Joey felt smug for a moment, thinking back to how she used to be unable to speak English fluently, but now she had become a highly skilled person who was proficient in multiple foreign languages ​​in this strange world.

The orcs coming towards them clearly hadn't expected Joey to speak orc language. They paused for a moment before continuing their charge.

Joey mustered all his strength, picked up his pickaxe, and suddenly accelerated forward.

"Sliding shovel!"

Using the momentum, Joey leaned close to the ground and shoved his feet into the legs of one of the orcs, displaying a fighting prowess reminiscent of the Chinese national football team.

The orc reacted quickly, spreading his other leg to let Joey slip away, and sliding his body towards his crotch.

"Hehehe, you asked for this!"

A sly smile crept across Joey's face. As he slid down to the orc's crotch, he raised his iron pickaxe and thrust it upwards with all his might.

"ah--"

A piercing scream pierced the entire battlefield. Unexpectedly, when orcs were in pain, their cries were just like those of humans.

The orc felt a tightness in his groin, and his face contorted in pain.

The giant axe in his hand also fell to the ground, smashing a hole in the grass.

"Sweep kick!"

Joey used his foot to draw a semi-circle and hit the orc's leg.

The orc lost his balance and fell to the ground, crashing heavily.

"roar!"

Seeing this, another orc roared, took two steps to catch up with Joey, and smashed his giant axe down.

Like a tumbleweed, Joey quickly rolled several times on the ground as the giant axe came crashing down, easily dodging it.

However, seeing the giant axe sink half a foot into the ground, he couldn't help but swallow hard, thankful it didn't fall on his head.

The orc, having failed in his first attack, retrieved his giant axe, which had sunk into the ground, and charged at Joey once more.

"Again? Watch me roll around some more!"

Joey dodged the giant axe that swung again, rolled directly behind the orc, and took advantage of the moment when the orc pulled away the giant axe to thrust his iron pickaxe upwards again.

Precise anal penetration.

"ah--"

Different recipes, but the same taste.

A heart-wrenching scream echoed across the entire battlefield once again.

The orc no longer cared about his giant axe, but instead covered his anus with both hands, clamped his thighs tightly together, and his whole body was trembling.

"I'm sorry, I know you're in a lot of pain right now, but don't worry about the pain, because this isn't over yet!"

Joey rolled over and got up, speaking in the human language. The orc didn't understand what he was saying, looked at Joey with pain, and then greeted Joey's relatives again in orcish.

However, the last sentence is quite interesting. The orc is actually criticizing Joey for lacking any sense of honor as a warrior and for using despicable methods.

"First of all, I am not a soldier. I was born a peasant and am now at most a worker. I have always belonged to the proletariat!"

"Secondly, it's not that I lack a sense of honor; I've just temporarily put that thing aside, and I'll pick it up later!"

"Thirdly, my methods aren't exactly despicable. I haven't even used anything more despicable yet. If you want to see them, I'd be happy to show you!"

"Fourth, um (°ー°〃)... let's just say these three points for now, and I'll add a fourth one when I think of it!"

As Joey spoke, he distanced himself from the two orcs and relayed the words to them in orcish.

The orcs' expressions were relatively normal when they heard the first two sentences, but when Joey said the third sentence, the muscles in their faces twitched involuntarily, clearly showing a hint of fear in their eyes.

"For the tribe!"

A shout suddenly came from the wooden bridge, and two more orcs crossed the bridge. They had seen Joey's "method" and rushed straight towards them.

"For the tribe!"

The two "half-crippled" orcs in front of them were startled awake by the shout. For a moment, they forgot their discomfort, picked up their giant axes again, and glared angrily at Joey.

"That's more effective than taking stimulants!"

Joey muttered something to herself, then turned and ran.

Now that the best of the thirty-six stratagems is to flee, he has no confidence that he can take on four at once, especially four orcs whose rage levels are currently at their maximum. His small body can't withstand a single axe blow.

As he ran, he kept glancing in the direction of the bearded man. Seeing that the bearded man had already plunged into the river, he felt much relieved.

If we delay a bit longer, and wait until the bearded man removes the hidden clasp, the orcs will lose their reinforcements, and our chances of winning will be much greater, even though our chances of winning are zero right now.

Joey had become the center of attention on the battlefield. His two screams had already drawn the attention of the other orcs around him. Seeing him running around on the battlefield, orcs would occasionally abandon their opponents and swing their giant axes at him.

"What's going on? Am I really that annoying? I'm not a tank (；OдO)!"

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