Li Ziyu's casual words made the hall even quieter.
The orc officials were still wondering who the two guys who suddenly appeared were. They didn't seem to be ordinary people.
Damenlevsky looked at the White Tiger Queen on the throne, then at Morir, and asked Li Ziyu, "If I kill this little tiger holding a knife, will it start a war?"
Morir could no longer bear it and roared, "Who are you? Are you seeking death by trespassing into the palace of the Orc Empire?"
Damenlevsky smiled and hooked his finger at Morir, "Come on, kill me."
That expression is so annoying.
This was all learned from him and Li Ziyu. As the saying goes, it is difficult to learn good things, but it is easy to learn bad things.
Damenlevsky, a guy whose mind was full of fighting, also learned bad habits.
Morier had a bad temper and was very hot-tempered. He could not tolerate Damenlevsky's provocation. Without saying anything, he held the knife in both hands, roared like a tiger, jumped high, and chopped with the knife.
Facing the attack, Damenlevsky took a step forward and slightly sideways. Morir's knife, from top to bottom, missed his skin. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Damenlevsky stretched out his right hand, grabbed Morir's throat, and lifted him in the air.
The tiger's tail swept towards Damenlevsky like a steel whip. He seemed to know it in advance, and he exerted force suddenly, smashing Molier to the ground.
boom!
Click...
The ground of the hall shook, and the ground beneath Morir cracked.
"cough!"
The blow caused Morir's eyes to pop out and he coughed up blood.
Damenlevsky released his hand, stood up, stretched his neck, and commented, "So weak."
Molier, who was about to get up, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood when he heard these words.
He had always been very confident in his fighting ability. Among the princes, he was also a fierce general. He did not expect to be commented on as so weak by the enemy, which hurt his self-esteem.
The anger made Morir lose his mind.
He staggered to his feet, took two steps back, bent his body slightly, and did not pick up the knife on the ground. Instead, he stretched out his tiger claws from his hands, and swept his tail like a steel whip on the ground, making a snapping sound.
He opened his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth, as if he was about to pounce.
This is the most powerful fighting form of the Tiger People. The strongest appearance of a true orc in battle is never wearing armor or holding weapons, but fighting with the most primitive claws.
Just like their ancestors.
The blood flowed faster, and the blood energy rose in the body, turning into a red mist.
Looking at Morir who had entered the orc fighting posture, Damlevsky showed an interested expression on his face and became a little excited.
Now this tiger is really interesting. It looked so weak just now.
The muscles on Damenlevsky's body bulged more and more. He moved his body, and his bones made a crackling sound. His eyes were fixed on Morir who was about to pounce on him.
“That’s enough!”
A cold but angry voice came from above, and Morir, who was about to pounce, suddenly stopped and froze in place.
Damenlevsky was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the White Tiger Queen with dissatisfaction in his eyes, blaming her for disturbing his battle.
"Prince Morir, this is my palace. I don't want to see you fighting here anymore. Come back."
Morir turned his head to look at the empress, then looked at Damenlevsky indignantly, then reluctantly put away his sharp teeth and claws, picked up the knife on the ground, and walked back to his previous position.
Everyone in the hall held their breath and didn't dare to make a sound.
Even the orcs who were least skilled in fighting could see clearly at this moment that their Prince Morir was no match for the strong human man in front of him.
It is easy to make this judgment. Morir used weapons first, while the other party was unarmed.
Even when Morir assumed an orcish fighting stance, he showed no intention of taking up a weapon.
Humans and orcs are different. Orcs have sharp teeth, claws, and even many special talents and abilities, but humans do not have them.
Humans excel at fighting with weapons, armor, and magic.
But this human in front of him was useless and could suppress Morir just by relying on his own strength. Doesn't this explain the problem?
If the other party really took out a weapon, could Morir still be his opponent?
Fortunately, the White Tiger Queen spoke up to stop the ensuing fight, otherwise Morir would have been beaten up by a human in the palace hall in front of everyone and the White Tiger Queen. If this got out, their Orc Empire would have lost all face.
The White Tiger Queen looked down at Damenlevsky and suddenly asked, "You are not an ordinary human. I sense an icy aura coming from you. Who are you and where are you from?"
Damenlevsky adjusted the animal hide coat on his shoulders, held his head high, and said to the White Tiger Empress, "I, Damenlevsky, come from the Heroic Clan of the Northern Territory."
This simple sentence made all the orcs present open their eyes wide.
Hero clan!
They grasped the key words.
These three words mean powerful. Any member of a heroic tribe means powerful, no matter where he comes from or what heroic tribe he belongs to.
All members of the heroic tribe are extremely powerful, and the blood in their bodies determines everything.
They don't even need to practice, as long as they can reach adulthood, they are strong.
No wonder a human being with bare hands could force Prince Morir to fight in orc form. It turns out he is a hero.
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