Two conditions? Let's just listen to them first. Dress nodded, signaling the old orc to speak.
"First: I will teach you the orcs' way of taming beasts, and pass on my experience as a beast king hunter to you without reservation, but you must never use what I teach you to deal with orcs." said the old orc.
"In principle, as long as you orcs don't provoke me, I won't take the initiative to deal with you. But if someone is so blind as to attack me, I can't abide by this." Dress said.
"That's no problem, as long as you don't target our orc population. If a small number of orcs offend you, just go ahead and kill them." Holm said.
It is obviously impossible to make this human swear never to harm any orc, so he just needs to not target the entire orc race.
The giant monster he just released was so oppressive that even tens of thousands of beast warriors would not be enough to deal with it.
"No problem, I agree to this. Tell me your second condition!" Dress said.
"The second condition! I want a promise from you, or a favor. If the orc race suffers a catastrophe or other disaster in the future, you must unconditionally help them once." Holm said.
"There has to be a deadline! How about using your life as the cycle? As long as you are alive, as long as you have a request, you orcs can come to me if you encounter any disaster. How about that?" Dress said.
This old orc is quite smart. He made me owe him a favor and a promise, but this promise must have a limit, otherwise I will be very troubled if the orc comes to me whenever he has something to do in the future.
"I won't live for many more years. Although I have the blood of the dragon, I can only live for another ten years at most. My life span cannot be used as the life cycle. How about this, I have a disciple who is a pure orc. He is currently learning the way of the hunter from me. How about using his life span as the life cycle?" Holm said.
After hearing this, Dress thought for a moment and decided to agree.
Possessing a system to summon monsters, he is destined to become immortal and a god in the future, while the lifespan of an orc is only a few decades.
Even if this orc had some kind of adventure and lived longer, he would only have one chance to ask me to help him.
"No problem, I agree to this condition." Dress said.
"That's good. From now on, you will live with me temporarily! I will start teaching you the way of hunter tomorrow morning. You can study with my disciple. He is a very powerful orc warrior. I hope you can get along well with each other." Holm said.
Dress nodded to indicate that it was okay.
The old orc stepped forward, held the two huge teeth in his arms, and walked straight back to his tent. Then he ran several times and moved all the liquor that Dress brought into his tent.
These liquors should be enough for me to drink for several winters. Nothing can make me happier than good wine.
Dress and others took out their own private tents and set up camp directly next to the old orc's tent.
There was no entertainment in the evening, so Delus went into Ginner's tent early and moved into the remaining two tents.
Bemundstan, Red King, and Grodus can divide it among themselves! Or rather, Bemundstan and Red King don't need tents at all.
After his master Dress fell asleep, the red dragon Grodus decided to take the big fool King Red around for a walk.
By the way, let this big fool know his position. Bemenstein and Golzan are above him.
But a big fool like you can only be under him, so he decided to give this big fool a warning.
“King Red, let me tell you that this is a custom here, which is to smear the excrement of this beast on your face.
This can conceal one's scent, avoid being tracked by powerful predators, and also demonstrate one's bravery. "Grudes brought King Red to the wild and pointed to a pile of wolf feces and began to speak.
“.......” King Red.
I'm a fool, but I could tell it was some kind of animal's feces.
"Come on, King Red, this is a gift from nature. Eat this pile of feces to replenish your strength. This stuff is very nutritious." A red dragon came up with another evil idea.
I saw a red dragon pointing at a pile of feces and wanting me to eat it.
King Red shook his little head, as if he understood something.
He grabbed the bag of a certain red dragon and pressed it hard on a pile of feces, so that the red dragon's mouth came into close contact with the feces.
The red dragon wanted to struggle out, but he was obviously unable to resist King Red's strength.
He seemed to have just said he wanted to eat, so let him do it first!
It seems that this guy is also one of the ones who sawed off his own teeth a few days ago.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" The red dragon with a mouth full of feces lay on the ground and began to dry heave.
Damn King Red, just wait for me.
Nothing happened that night, and it was early the next morning.
A young male orc, two meters and five feet tall, with brown skin, protruding fangs and a burly build, came to the old orc's tent and looked at the several tents set up nearby with great confusion.
"Teacher, do you have guests?" asked the young male orc.
"Well! How should I put it, he is my brother, and he has a few friends. I guess he will stay here for a while." The old orc said.
"Your brother? You are an old hero of the orc tribe. Do you still have brothers alive?" The young orc asked in confusion.
As far as he knew, his teacher was the oldest in the orc tribe. How come he had never heard of his brother?
"I have lived for so long, you should know why? Because I have some dragon blood. My father is a giant dragon, so my brother is also a giant dragon, an adult red dragon." Holm said.
"What? A dragon! Are you saying there's a dragon here?" The young orc began to look around, trying to find the dragon, but looking left and right, it seemed that there was no place where a dragon could hide.
No matter where they are, dragons are synonymous with power. Once, their tribe was attacked by a white dragon. Hundreds of their warriors died before they could barely drive the white dragon away.
He was very young at that time and could only hide in his mother's arms and watch his father lead the warriors of the tribe to fight the white dragon.
That was also the first time that they witnessed the horror of the dragon. The extremely powerful dragon breath instantly froze the warriors of the tribe into ice sculptures.
Because of its terrifying body, the tribal warriors' bows and arrows, and even their axes, could not break its defense. They paid a heavy price before they drove away the white dragon.
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