"Let's talk this out. Orcs and Ogres are all family, after all!" The Blackrock Orc did not want to start fighting right away, so his words were gentle and pleasant.
"Roar!" The Ogre did not care about any of that. He threw back his head and roared, showing that his fighting spirit was soaring and he was ready to fight.
Seeing that communication had failed, the Orcs also braced themselves. They could not show weakness.
Just then, a large number of Orcs suddenly rushed out from all around them. The main force of the Blackrock Clan had arrived.
"Don't move. We're only collecting taxes, not taking lives." Seeing that they were merely a Goblin caravan, Rend Blackhand led his men in to surround them.
The Goblins' Ogre guard also retreated into the caravan. With so many Orcs around, he could not handle them alone.
His task was to protect the caravan, but his own life was even more important.
"Let's talk this out, let's talk this out!" This time, it was the Goblins' turn to plead nicely.
As chieftain of the Blackrock Clan, Rend had spent plenty of hard days hiding and running. Now he was lingering on in The Barrens, barely surviving, so naturally he had his own rules for staying alive. Whenever things looked bad, he would quietly run away.
"Pay the tax, and we'll let you pass!" Rend shouted. He had no intention of letting such a fat sheep go.
"Fine, fine! We'll pay, we'll pay!" The Goblin did not dare resist any longer and hurriedly agreed. "Thirty percent, right?"
"Fifty percent." Rend did not care about that. He immediately named a price of half.
"You're insane! Half? How much money do we even make?" the Goblin shrieked.
"Then we'll chop you all down, and the goods