Chapter 62

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Chapter 062: Effective Communication

Despite the pouring rain, a tiny imp in the distance was covered in magical flames, shouting, "This is the power of the great covenant… This is our magic, this is the terrifying power that only exists between covenant holders. Master, as long as I live… you won’t die first!"

Blood Pact, so this is the Blood Pact? He knows this magic, why didn’t he mention it before?

Orc stared in the direction of the imp, from this distance, Saenor seemed as small as a kitten, while Orc appeared like a gigantic giant, would he crush Saenor with one step?

The imp chanted demonic spells, sparks flying from his hands, as Orc took a step towards him raising his fist, suddenly bursting into flames before reaching the imp.

Sacrificial magic?

Can this imp really perform sacrifices?

"You can’t judge this world based on the world in the game…" Jesse told himself as he quickly picked up the Stromgarde sword that had just been thrown away by the Orc, still stained with Orc blood.

The Orc remained calm despite being engulfed in flames. His expression was indifferent, and with a single shake of his arms, the flames were extinguished as if by a strong wind.

Seizing the opportunity, Jesse thrust the sword into the Orc’s side, but the Orc almost reflexively grabbed the blade like lightning, using his fingers to push the sword further in!

Startled by the Orc’s madness, Jesse hesitated for a moment. The Orc turned back, glaring fiercely at Jesse, blood now dripping from his hand.

His skin was green, but his blood was red. It wasn’t demonic blood.

The Orc muttered something contemptuously and then chuckled coldly, and to Jesse’s surprise, he understood what the Orc was trying to convey.

Because within the words spoken, there was an Orcish word – "little one" – that Jesse recognized.

Yes… Jesse actually knew a little Orcish. He hadn’t thought about it during the chaotic fight just now.

What should I say to stop this Orc?

The Shaman held onto the sword, preventing Jesse from stepping back. Jesse didn’t want to let go this time. If he lost this weapon, he would have no way to attack.

The opponent smashed the sword with a wrist guard, causing the sword to vibrate violently. Although the blade didn’t break immediately, it bent. Jesse was almost shaken loose by this impact.

He roared and pulled the sword out, turning around to see an illusion of an Orc appearing in front of him.

The previous consecutive fears had made him somewhat disoriented. The Orc didn’t continue to chase, blood trickled from his waist and lower legs, and several elemental summonings had also drained a lot of his energy.

"You’re a goner!" imp roared, hands ablaze. The Orc suddenly turned around. Jesse tried to attract the Orc’s attention, but as soon as he took a step, he slipped and couldn’t move forward.

Imp threw a fireball, hitting the Orc’s neck, which was much thicker than Jesse’s. The Orc just snorted, brushed off the flames from his hair, and continued to glare at imp.

This made Saenor feel a bit uneasy.

"Um…keep attacking!"

He continued gathering flame magic, suddenly a whirlwind burst out from the Orc’s hand, the falling rain made clearly visible, hitting Saenor like a shockwave, Saenor got hit and exclaimed, "Ouch!" as he fell to the ground.

After casting the wind element magic, the Orc coughed several times and half-knelt on the ground, clutching his side while glaring fiercely in this direction.

Jesse stared at him with a fierce expression as well.

Then, the Orc suddenly pulled out a crudely made stone knife from his feet, with clearly visible carvings on it.

He gritted his teeth and stood up, limping towards this direction, coughing non-stop, it seemed like he was really risking his life this time.

Jesse stepped back a few steps, thinking he might escape, as the Orc didn’t seem to move much either.

But what about Greed? He glanced aside, that guy was still lying there motionless. "Oh, darn…"

His brain spun slowly like thick pudding, then suddenly he had an idea.

"Frostwolf."

He yelled in Orcish, the names of these tribes were mentioned in many Orcish dictionaries.

Surprised, the Orc furrowed his brow upon hearing his mother tongue.

"Frostwolf," Jesse repeated.

The Orc slowly lowered the knife in his hand and muttered a few words.

Jesse couldn’t understand at all, but he knew this trick was working.

He shouted "Frostwolf" because among the Orc tribes that passed through the Dark Portal, only the Frostwolf tribe seemed to still follow the ways of the Shaman, while the Shamans of other tribes had all joined Gul’dan’s shadow ranks.

Pointing to his chest, Jesse bounced Orcish words, saying, "Understand, Frostwolf."

The fierceness in the Orc’s expression softened a bit, he lowered his head in thought for a while, and then spoke in Orcish again, with Jesse still not understanding what he was saying.

"Understand, Frostwolf, live." Jesse tried to say something in his limited vocabulary, and finally the Orc’s expression changed.

He stayed quiet for a while, then surprisingly asked, "Where?"

"You know the common language?" Jesse asked in amazement.

"Common language," Orc said, "Understand, very little."

It’s better to know a little than to know nothing at all.

Jesse quickly said, "Alterac, Frostwolf."

"Alterac." Orc nodded, saying, "Know Alterac, north."

He pointed to the north and asked, "Is that wrong?"

"No, Alterac is in the north," Jesse said.

Orc turned to look at the mountains in the north, his face suddenly fierce again. He shook his head and said in the common language, "Humans, liars, untrustworthy."

He figured out that he might be led away.

There must be some real evidence, Jesse tried pronouncing in English, "Drek’Thar."

Drek’Thar is the leader of the Frostwolf Clan in Alterac Mountains, surviving in the snowy mountains. If this Orc is from the Frostwolf Clan, he should know about Drek’Thar for sure.

Mentioning this name might make the other person trust his words.

However, after hearing the name Drek’Thar, the Orc stiffly repeated the pronunciation, he simply imitated the English pronunciation of Drek’Thar, looking confused, indicating that he didn’t understand the meaning at all. Perhaps the pronunciation of Drek’Thar’s name in the Orcish language is very different from English or Chinese, so he couldn’t relate to the name.

However, the Orc no longer wanted to fight, Jesse knew he had hit a key point. This was probably a Frostwolf Clan Orc who couldn’t find his comrades. Even if he wasn’t from the Frostwolf Clan, he was a wanderer looking to restore the ways of other Shaman companions.

Find another… find another name, quickly, this Orc might lose patience anytime.