Chapter 77

Watching Rodi clumsily get up from the ground, the orcs walking ahead couldn't help but show some sinister and mocking expressions on their faces—had it not been for Sarota not giving the order, they would have already rushed forward to hack him to death.

However, now that the situation was certain, the human's bow was discarded on the ground, and his emaciated figure made the orcs relax their guard. All the orcs stood in front of Sarota and gradually approached the human, stopping about thirty meters away.

At this moment, Rodi finally stopped his previous flustered appearance. He took a deep breath and casually flicked the weapon in his hand—after the curved sword "thud" embedded itself in the ground, he "coughed" lightly twice and then smiled as he greeted—

"Long time no see, Shaman Sarota."

When Rodi spoke in perfect Sabin, time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The six orcs standing in front of Sarota stared with wide eyes, not reacting at first. It took them two or three seconds to hesitantly stop in their tracks—their minds were slow, and it took them this long to realize what it meant for a human to speak Sabin...

However, even more shocking things were yet to come.

"Chief Rohar is probably going to declare war on the Blood Spear tribe, right? I must say, I admire your plan, Shaman Sarota. As you instructed, we will not leave any of the wolf riders who came here today alive; we will kill them all! This way, the Hammer of Rohar will lose over seventy elite warriors, and the Blood Spear tribe will surely reward you greatly!"

A simple sentence, almost clumsy in its attempt to sow discord—such words would hardly be believed by humans, but when spoken in Sabin in this situation, the orcs were completely stunned, turning their heads with suspicious looks, gazing back at... Shaman Sarota.

"This... you... I—"

It was hard to describe how colorful Sarota's expression was at that moment. He looked as if he had been hit by a stick, his mouth slightly twisted, his finger pointing at Rodi, trying to say something but stuttering for a long time, finally managing to blurt out a word: "Bastard!"

Rodi showed no extra reaction, raised his finger, and asked with a serious tone, "So... these remaining six, will you take care of them, or shall I?"

Previously, Rodi had used a clumsy and deceitful method to trick and kill an orc in front of Sally, and now, the orcs in front of him were similarly stunned by Rodi's words—they had never conversed with a human in orcish before and couldn't find any flaws in Rodi's words. Although they knew the human might be lying, the seed of doubt was immediately planted in their hearts, making them uncontrollably consider the possibility of Shaman Sarota's betrayal.

Then... the story of "suspecting the neighbor of stealing the axe" began to play out in the minds of these orcs with generally low intelligence.

The more straightforward a person is, the easier they are to brainwash and manipulate. To Rodi, these orcs' minds were as immature as those of first-grade students, believing whatever they were told... Although he had expected this, seeing the orcs turn their heads and look at Sarota with suspicious eyes made him find it somewhat amusing.

These idiots are so easy to fool? Could a bunch of morons like this really have taken over half of the Kalen Kingdom? Just thinking about it made him feel frustrated...

Rodi crossed his arms and watched Sarota with a leisurely demeanor, as if really waiting for the shaman to suddenly attack and kill the wolf riders. The six orcs almost uncontrollably turned their heads, gripping their curved swords tightly, not quite ready to rush forward and chop Sarota but still taking a defensive stance.

"Bullshit! It's all fake! This is all fake! Kill him! He's lying!"

Sarota's intelligence was truly useless at this moment. This situation was like a normal person trying to explain to a psychiatrist in a mental hospital that they are not insane—once a certain idea is established, the more you explain, the more complicated it becomes...

There is no common language between smart people and fools.

"Damn it! If I wanted to kill you, I could have fed you to the crocodiles earlier! Why go through all this trouble?! This damn human is lying, do you really believe a human over me?"

Sarota had no choice; to kill the human, he had to explain himself. However, the orcs were not so stupid that they would fall for it completely. His words quickly took effect, and a few orcs seemed to think it was easier to deal with Rodi first, turning their attention back to him—though when they took steps toward Rodi, they were clearly more cautious about the intentions behind them.

Sarota naturally noticed this. His hand trembled as he held the wooden staff, his face turning green with anger, even his fangs showing...

"Alright, alright, I was just playing with you."

Rodi finally couldn't hold back, chuckling, his expression like a child trying to mediate a fight, "You're orcs, right? What are orcs? Savage, backward, ignorant, stupid... oh, what's the word—right, bastards, you look like this because you're bastards, each one of you looks like you haven't fully evolved, isn't that what orcs are?"

If these insults were spoken in human language, the orcs would probably not even bother to listen, as they would be indistinguishable from noise. However, when spoken in Sabin, the effect on the simple-minded orcs was not just "effective."

"All you do is fight, fight, fight, steal without reason, and think you're brave, riding wolves and howling like idiots, don't you find it annoying yourselves?"

"Throwing nets, big deal? You could fish and not starve, look at you, with so much land, you could plant something and not starve, but your brains are so stupid you don't know how to learn. Damn it! If you were all as smart as Sarota, the Kalen Kingdom would have been destroyed thirty years ago!"

At first, it was just insults, but then it turned into a mix of inexplicable anger. The orcs, unable to bear the insults, charged over, but Rodi stood there, continuing to curse, his tongue more fluent than any orc Sarota had ever seen—

"You—look like a damn gorilla, you have bowlegs, do you know that?"

"Alright, red, you six all have bowlegs—so you're all pretty stupid."

"What? Stupid things."

"You'll see, the first one to die will be you."

After a few more taunts, the orcs had charged to within ten meters of him, their explosive strength surrounding Rodi, their curved swords raised, ready to cut him into pieces—

"Enough, you're really... too noisy."

But at that moment, Rodi waved his hand, as if a pack of wild dogs had charged at him... and laughed.

Far away, Sarota, holding his wooden staff in his left hand and a voodoo puppet in his right, had already cast "Bloodlust" on the orcs again. After a red light flashed, he didn't think the human in front of him had any chance of survival—yet when he saw Rodi's suddenly raised lips, Sarota felt a chill...

Could the human have a trick up his sleeve?

Just as this thought arose, he saw an unbelievable scene: the orc charging at the front suddenly stumbled, and then his entire body seemed to lose strength, falling forward...

"Thud!"

He fell right in front of Rodi, and the orcs following behind were stunned, not believing why their comrade had fallen. Before they could even think, more strange things happened... the remaining five orcs fell one after another, their faces showing confusion as they collapsed...

Then, there was no more movement.

"You... what did you do?!"

Sarota's face turned pale—he was truly scared. Until this morning, he had always been a calm and composed figure, but the unexpected events of the day had continuously eroded his confidence. Despite making clear and precise judgments, the reality in front of him told him... he had been led by the nose into a trap with no way out.

A bone-chilling cold rose from his spine, his hand gripping the staff tightly, Sarota looked at the six orcs who had been fine a moment ago but were now silent, his heart filled with unmasked fear.

He had miscalculated! All his calculations were wrong! This human was not as weak and easy to deceive as he had imagined!

Rodi, standing in front of Sarota, watched the scene as if it were a play, smirking, stepping over the strong corpses, and said with a friendly tone, "This distance seems a bit far, don't you think? I'll come closer, is that okay?"

Without waiting for Sarota's response, he casually walked toward the shaman, hands slightly behind his back, humming a song only he could understand—

"Shuk, shuk, shuk, shuk, the airplane shuk... oh, no, he doesn't fly planes..."

Sarota's hand holding the puppet trembled; he wanted to control the human and kill him directly, but due to overcasting, he had no magic power left to cast spells!

If there had been even one wolf rider by his side, the situation wouldn't be so dire... but this demon-like human had left him as a "lone commander" with no help.

"No skills left? No options? Afraid I'll stab you to death?"

Rodi stopped about ten meters in front of him, finally stopping his humming and asked, "Want to know why?"

Sarota clutched the staff, clearly not in the mood to answer, his mind constantly calculating how to deal with this terrifying human whose true strength was unknown.

"Don't be so tense, relax a bit." Rodi grinned, looking harmless, "Be more confident, actually, if we really fight, I'm not sure I can beat you."

This made Sarota's eyes twitch.

"Rohar doesn't know your hand-to-hand combat skills are better than those of an average wolf rider, right? Don't try to pretend you can't fight close range, to be honest, I'm also on edge talking to you this close."

Still with a teasing tone, although Rodi's words were "weak," Sarota felt more and more that... he had no cards left in his hand in the eyes of the other.

This feeling of being completely seen through made Sarota feel an indescribable sense of defeat. Just half an hour ago, he had seventy wolf riders at his command, holding power and feeling confident—now, he was left alone, facing this cunning human.

This sense of defeat made him feel an unprecedented despair.

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