Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

After downing eight glasses of spirits in one go, Buck the Boar's anger subsided slightly.

The desire to urinate gradually swelled.

He had a foul-smelling belch, hooked up with a cousin, and staggered towards the back alley of the tavern.

In fact, Pointe-Noire City has an advanced sanitation and sewer system that far surpasses the civilization of the clan.

No way, the high-level orcs have an amazing appetite, and their digestive system is different from that of ordinary people, and the volume of excrement is ten times that of ordinary people.

If it is a giant like a man, the excrement may be dozens of times that of ordinary people.

The battle was about to start, and the army gathered in Blackhorn City had increased by more than ten times than usual.

If there is no sanitation system with complete facilities and good operation, which can deal with a large amount of excrement in an instant, the city of Black Pointe will be submerged in piles of excrement before the army is mobilized to seize the glory!

Therefore, in the old blacksmith tavern, there is a toilet that can accommodate even a mammoth.

But the wild boar Buck from Hongxi Town is still used to going to the alley behind the tavern, facing the whistling wind, looking at the high sky, whistling, and recklessly solving problems.

He had patronized the Old Blacksmith Tavern more than a dozen times.

Even with his eyes closed, he still touched the place with ease.

Unbuttoning the waistband, he imagined Big Buck of the Bloodhoof family, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, crying bitterly, kneeling in front of him and begging bitterly.

In his mouth, he kept muttering: "I will shoot you to death!"

After a while, the problem was solved, Wild Boar Buck shivered, and was about to return to the tavern, and continued to recall the glory of the Hongxi family with his brothers, and how to deal with Big Buck.

Suddenly, he heard his name.

In the depths of the back alley of the tavern, there is a recessed corner, where a lot of sundries and garbage are piled up, and the rat people will come to clean it up only once in ten days and half a month.

Buck the Boar never noticed here.

At this moment, someone inside said somberly: "...Buck...hehe..."

People are always very sensitive to their own names.

Moreover, this voice was high-pitched and thin, half male and not female, with a demonic aura, extremely piercing, it was hard for people not to pay attention.

Of course, the other party may not be talking about Wild Boar Buck.

After all, "Buck" is a pretty common name.

There are at least three to five hundred "Bucks" in the entire city of Noire.

But Wild Boar Buck still poked his head curiously, and put his big ears against the corner wall, eavesdropping on what the piercing voice was saying.

"Master Big Buck said that the pig was beaten so badly that he didn't even recognize its parents, and one of its fangs was knocked out. There were tears on it and feces and urine on its bottom. There was no choice but to kneel down and beg the pig Lord Buck's forgiveness.

"The pig said that from now on, he would never dare to call him by such a famous name as 'Buck'. As long as Lord Buck can spare him, he will call his name with the word 'Little' in front of it, so he will call him 'Little'." Buck'.

"Haha, Little Buck from Hongxi Town, do you think it's funny?"

These words are like armor-piercing cones made of frozen ice.

Along the crack of the skull, it pierced wild boar Buck's brain fiercely.

Instantly froze his three-point drunkenness.

However, after the ice layer on the cerebral cortex cracked, what spewed out from it was a rage hotter than magma.

"Little Buck from Red Brook"?

Fuck it, there will be no one else anymore, this demonic voice is talking about him!

"ah!"

Wild boar Buck's eyes were red, he swung his fists, and ran across the corner in one step.

I saw two drunken rat people half sitting and half lying beside the stinking garbage dump.

One of the rat people was completely drunk, got into a big bottomless basket, curled up, fell asleep, and snored everywhere.

Another ratman, who was also very drunk, didn't realize that his companion could no longer hear his voice, and couldn't even figure out the direction of his companion, so he took a dirty mop as his companion's head.

He hugged the mop head very affectionately, chatting nonsense: "Unfortunately, we are not handymen in the blood skull arena, so we can't see that pig kneeling begging for mercy and calling himself 'Little Buck' with our own eyes, hehe Hee, hee hee hee, that must be very interesting!"

Buck the boar is furious!

Not just because of the other party's slander.

More because of the identity of the other party.

This guy has sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, two wrinkled paws, and a short mouse tail dragging behind him, with a lot of mouse characteristics.

He is a rat man!

Ratmen are the most despised existence among all races and classes of Turan civilization.

In fact, the reason why "untouchables" are called "rat people" is because the rat people are the most timid, dirty and despicable.

Most of the Rat People did not have the slightest Ratman blood in their bodies, nor did they have any trace of Rat characteristics on their bodies. Apart from being thinner and wretched, they were not much different from the warriors of the clan.

They are also considered to have the possibility of reforming, using blood and even life to wash away the shame and rejoin the clan.

Ratmen are another matter.

It is considered to be hopeless, unworthy of forgiveness and reform, and an ethnic group that has been completely abandoned by the ancestors long ago.

In a word, the Ratmen are the untouchables of the untouchables, the dregs of the dregs, and the cowards of the cowards, the "Shame of Turan"!

The reason why such a despicable ethnic group still exists in large numbers in various parts of Turanze until today.

Mainly because their fecundity is amazing, just like real cockroaches and mice.

No matter how the lords of the clan culled and exterminated, they were still inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

That's all right.

After all, foundry workshops, ancient mines, construction projects, and cannon fodder troops all need a steady stream of fresh flesh and blood to operate at a high speed.

There are also many ratmen in Hongxi Town.

All are slaves of the clan lords.

Seeing the wild boar Buck approaching from a distance, they all wanted to prostrate on the ground and bury their faces deep in the mud, lest Master Buck would see their disgusting appearance and dirty their eyes.

Unexpectedly, in Black Point City, even a pariah among the pariahs would dare to make up gossip about the master!

Wild boar Buck didn't even think about it, he yelled violently, swung his kick, and hit the Rat Man in the chest.

The Rat Man was so drunk that he didn't even notice Buck the Boar, and was still flushing, spitting, and chattering.

Suddenly he was kicked three or four arms high, hit the wall heavily, and slid down like a torn sack, but he couldn't even make a scream, his eyes were rounded, his cheeks were bulging, "Wow "With a sound, a lot of blood and vomit spewed out.

Wild boar Buck's cousin heard the movement and hurried to check.

Seeing the vomit and blood stains on Buck the Boar's boots, he thought that the rat man who curled up and groaned inadvertently offended his cousin.

"Buck, what's the matter?"

The cousin has a pair of slender eyes, and he is a relatively calm one among the many wild boar warriors in Hongxi Town.

He knelt down to look at the Ratman's clothes, touched the material of the clothes, turned his head and said, "This guy is well dressed, he doesn't look like an ordinary handyman, it's best not to kill him directly, if he really offends you, Find his master, let the master give us an explanation!"

"Of course I wouldn't kill him, otherwise, I would have kicked his heart just now!"

Wild boar Buck dragged the Ratman up angrily, checked his chest first, and spat contemptuously, "What a bitch, he's quite resistant!"

But he couldn't hold back his anger, and once again punched the Ratman's sharp-billed monkey on the cheek, not lightly but not hard.

Of course, it is what he thinks is "neither light nor heavy".

But the Rat Man was beaten until he could only breathe out but not breathe in. He foamed at the mouth and convulsed violently.

"snort!"

Wild boar Buck saw that he was really going to die, so he let go of the Ratman and asked his cousin to get a basin of clean water, and called the other three companions from Hongxi Town along the way.

"But, why exactly?" the cousin asked suspiciously.

The wild boar Buck "squeaked" for a long time, his face flushed red, and he just said: "Stop talking nonsense, just go if you are told, and you will find out later!"

Not long after, five wild boar warriors from Hongxi Town blocked the back alley of the tavern tightly.

One of them folded his arms, clamped the heavy saber under the creaking hole, and stood at the entrance of the alley with a fierce look in his eyes, helping them to guard against the wind.

The other four people surrounded the Ratman into a group.

Splashing a basin of clean water on his face, and pressing his chest several times, he managed to wake up this particularly beaten-up Rat Man.

The bad wine that this guy just drank was all mixed with vomit, and he was stimulated by severe pain, but he was seven or eight points sober.

Seeing four ferocious wild boar warriors, like four high walls, blocking him firmly, he was frightened out of his wits, struggling and wriggling, desperately begging for mercy.

"Dear and brave samurai lords, I, I really don't know how to offend you, I, I really deserve to die, but I'm just a lowly and dirty rat man, not worthy of the lord's own hands-even if , even if the old man trampled me to death, it would still stain the soles of your shoes, wouldn’t it?”

The Ratman wept bitterly, making a lot of ugly appearances.

His tears made the four wild boar warriors gasp, subconsciously taking half a step back.

Instead, she stopped thinking about beating him up.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Buck the Boar asked sullenly.

The Ratman's eyes flickered, as if he was ashamed to reveal his identity, but he said timidly, "I, I finally rested for a long time and came out to have some fun."

High orcs are addicted to alcohol.

Rat people are no exception.

Moreover, in the rules of the Turan people, the Rat People were not prohibited from entering and leaving the tavern—even the most high-end tavern where the strong gathered, the resplendent and magnificent.

As long as the Ratman is not afraid of the strong man getting drunk, he can knock out his brains with a wave of his hand.

Obviously, most rat people are still afraid.

Even if they wanted to have fun, they would look for the lowest cheap tavern, the kind that catered to rat people.

The rat people are the lowest and most despised existence among the rat people.

If you go to the lowest cheap tavern, you may be bullied by other rat people.

It is also very reasonable to go to the back alley of the tavern and secretly get two bottles of bad wine to satisfy your hunger.

Buck the boar was not suspicious.

But he was not easily fooled.

He used the mop head to poke the bruise on the Rat Man's chest, and said, "You haven't answered my question yet, who the hell are you!"

The Ratman's wounds added to his wounds, and he screamed after being stabbed.

But it seems that there are some concerns, and he still refuses to answer directly.

The wild boar Buck was surprised, and said to his companions: "The city of Black Point is different. The rat people here dare not even answer the master's question. Don't the warriors here know how to control the rat people? "

At this time, the calmer cousin with slender eyes picked up a shiny gold badge from the ground and handed it to Buck the boar.

It should have fallen out of the Ratman's clothes when he kicked the Ratman just now.

A pair of small and exquisite cat ears are engraved on the badge.