Knocking
1307 Words
After sending the gnolls away, Gorkin turned his gaze to the man and the woman.
The man has a scruffy beard and looks to be in his thirties.
The two women looked very young.
In his early twenties.
Compared with the Terrans of this world, although the skin of the Blue Star people who have passed such a day is a little rougher, it is still very tender.
One of them looks like he's a college student, and a school logo can be seen on his coat.
Gorkin's opening remarks were simple.
"I want to die and live."
Surrounded by a group of terrifying ogres who are all five meters tall, with arms thicker than their own, and fangs, this couple is already extremely psychologically strong if they are not scared to pee.
"I want to live... I want to live..."
The man said with a shudder.
The two women nodded their heads as well.
When they were first watched by ogres, none of them could speak.
The look in their eyes is simply salivating.
It's the look in the eyes of food.
The two women were already numb.
After being touched by this man, I thought I had met a backer, who would have thought that he would be arrested in less than two days.
"Want to live? No problem, what craft do you have that would help my tribe? If there is, it will be able to live for the time being. ”
Seeing this, the man immediately said, "I'm a magician!" I'm useful! “
As he spoke, he began to rub his hands, and Gorkin watched him perform.
Three seconds later, a fireball the size of his fist appeared in his hand.
He looked at Gorkin expectantly.
Gorkin looked at him too.
"And then?"
Man: "Huh? “
What is the problem?
Shouldn't magicians be scarce?
Gorkin glared: "Just such a fireball? Will there be any other spells? For example, a wall of fire, a fire blast or something? “
The man's face was dazed: "What's that..."
His fireball technique was obtained by opening a green chest, where would the wall of fire burst...
Gorkin looked at the fireball that was like a small flame to him...
It's hard to put this thing in the tribe to even get some firewood.
"I don't need a mage who can't even kill a gnoll, what other skills do you have?"
The man was stunned: "What craft?" ”
The fireball technique is his reliance, and it is with this fireball technique that he suppressed these two women, and he has lived a good day.
Gorkin was impatient: "I mean, what did you do before you came to this world, what will you do!" ”
The man subconsciously said: "The car repairer... Huh? ”
The three of them reacted, how did the other party know about this?
Gorkin nodded.
Repairing cars.
That's useless.
"Angry."
"Roar!"
"I've rewarded you."
"Hah!!"
Angry and happy, he grabbed the man and snuffed out the small fireball in his hand.
The man's miserable struggle was particularly bleak.
The two women were scared to pee on the spot.
Even Karlov, who was busy building a house, was attracted to take a look.
Seeing this man go to the scene, Karlov felt extremely lucky that he had been left behind because he could build a house.
As for leaving this man to give Karlov a hand...
Gorkin didn't think about the idea.
The contribution brought by inexperienced people is better than letting the anger open the meat.
As an ogre born and raised in the Endless Desert, Mercy was pulled out as Ollie on the first day of his life.
It's not very difficult to live in this hellish place, but it's better to live.
Then you must first learn to be vicious and give up the good guy complex.
Fools are good people.
Seeing the two women so frightened, Gorkin smiled cruelly.
"You two are much luckier, and now I'll give you two options."
"Or, become food to be skewered on the barbecue."
"Or, become a slave and enter my pavilion to pick up customers."
"Now, take your pick."
"Life, or death."
Gorkin looked at the two women indifferently.
One looks normal, and the other looks good in both shape and appearance.
If it is placed in Blue Star, it will probably be at the level of 2,000 packs of nights.
Not surprisingly, both men chose to live.
Anyway, after being touched by that man, he was hit by two shots as soon as possible.
It's better to die than to live.
At the beginning, there was still some resistance and reluctance.
But I didn't think that the man was small, and he didn't feel pain or itch.
But it's quite tiring, after all, you have to pretend.
There must be people who can face death calmly, but not many, let alone being roasted and eaten.
Two women, the older one is called Xiao Ruanhong, and the younger one is called He Qingqing.
Gorkin didn't give the two men any face.
"Come here, take it away, teach the rules."
Greeting the waiters who were watching from the door, Gorkin turned to leave.
It's just two girls, no fuss.
Gorkin had spoken, and the rest of the ogres had dispersed.
Can't eat it, they were a little disappointed.
After all, these two Terrans look so tender.
One by one, they scratched their butts and left scratching.
Xiao Ruanhong and He Qingqing sat on the ground with weak legs.
The man was dead.
Usually unless Gorkin asks for a beating first, anger has always been very simple.
Sitting next to him, watching Karlov work with his hands and feet, Gorkin couldn't help but sigh.
"Look, he doesn't feel pain under the wrath, maybe he can return to his own world when he dies? and save yourself from suffering in this hellish place. “
Speaking of this, Gorkin couldn't help but smack his tongue either.
"I'm still too merciful, that's not good, what do you say?"
Gorkin looked down at Karlov, who was already covered in cold sweat.
"The chief's decision is the will of the tribe, and all of us should obey it unconditionally."
Gorkin raised his eyebrows: "Even if you let you die?" ”
Mao Zi gritted his teeth and forcibly kept his subordinates from making mistakes, and said sincerely: "As long as the chief needs it." ”
Gorkin opened his mouth and laughed.
At this moment, he looks like a prehistoric beast.
"That's a good point, but you don't need to say such hypocritical words in the future, do your job well, you're still useful."
"For the sake of your interest, I'll give you a piece of advice."
"Do things well, you don't have a chance to make mistakes."
Gorkin gave him a meaningful look, then turned and stepped into the makeshift awning.
Karlov wiped his face.
The whole body was already soaked with sweat.
Scared.
He understood that it was the ogre chief beating himself.
To be honest, my mentality has really improved a lot in the past few days, and these ogres have almost no IQ except for the chief and the chief's mother.
Coupled with the fact that he can now command two ogres to work, he still has a sense of superiority.
This is what knowledge and high IQ bring.
It's not about strength.
Although these ogres can pinch themselves to death with a single finger, he still feels that he has a higher education, and he looks down on these ogres a little.
But after witnessing the man being skewered on the barbecue.
He understood.
In this world, there is no such thing as IQ.
Weak meat, strong food.
Even in Bluestar, are there fewer examples of animals eating people?
Human beings really don't have any nobility in this world.
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