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Chapter 207 A Luxurious Lineup of Two Tier 7 Orcs

Lin Mo and the others prepared a tent specifically for the purpose of making negotiations.

The fat from two whole roasted lambs, roasted ducks, and roasted suckling pigs dripped onto the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound.

The rich aroma of meat, mixed with the fragrance of chilled beer and liquor, is incredibly appetizing.

Grom led in three figures with very different styles.

The leader was an upright werewolf that was over two meters tall.

His bare, scarred upper body, with its bulging muscles, moved silently with every step, yet the predatory aura emanating from him made the guards inside the tent sweat.

As soon as he entered the tent, his nose twitched incessantly, and his sharp eyes quickly scanned every corner of the tent.

Ultimately, the focus shifted to Lin Mo and Zhao Gang.

"Lord Lin Mo, Lord Zhao Gang!" Grom introduced, pointing to the werewolf.

"This is Warwick, a Tier 7 warrior, who was dispatched by our tribal alliance to receive the equipment."

Warwick smiled slightly and nodded, which was his way of greeting him.

Grom then pointed to a minotaur who was over two and a half meters tall and said:

"This is the deputy commander, Alistar, a sixth-tier warrior."

Alistar carried a giant axe, wider than a door panel, on his shoulder, with a dark red notch on the blade.

He scratched his head, chuckled twice, and exhaled two heavy breaths from his nostrils.

"And this is Wokong, a seventh-tier expert you hired." Grom's tone was full of pride.

The Wokong he spoke of was a winged being with pure white wings on its back.

He had a handsome face and a stern expression. When he entered the tent, he even turned his body slightly to the side because of his wings.

Its face was no different from a human's, its expression was cold and stern, and it nodded to Lin Mo and the other person.

"This is Commander Lin Mo, and this is Deputy Commander Zhao Gang. They are the highest-ranking officers of the Great Xia Expeditionary Force," Grom introduced to his people.

"Lord Lin Mo, Lord Zhao Gang, it's a pleasure to meet you!" The three men placed their right hands on their chests and bowed slightly.

Both sides have finished their introductions.

Lin Mo and Zhao Gang warmly invited them to sit down, where a sumptuous feast of roasted meat and drinks had already been laid out on the table.

"You three have come from afar, thank you for your hard work." Zhao Gang smiled and raised his glass.

"Let's eat something first, and chat while we eat."

Warwick and Alistar didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly. Somewhat reservedly, they picked up the roast meat, took a bite, and their eyes lit up immediately.

But out of politeness, they could only eat in small bites.

This is not their own tribe after all, and they need to maintain the dignity of the orc high command when they are out in the outside world.

The winged man, Wokong, picked up his wine cup and took a small sip.

"Excellent wine!" Wokong couldn't help but exclaim.

With good wine and meat served, the atmosphere quickly became harmonious.

Lin Mo put down his chopsticks, looked at Grom, and said with a smile,

"Chief Grom, your warriors are indeed worthy of their reputation. They look extraordinary. With them here, our chances of crossing the Misty Forest are much greater."

Then he changed the subject and asked:

"By the way, there's also a Tier 6 centaur warrior on our hiring list. He should be here by now, right?"

"We can call him over to get to know him. For the next month, we'll all be brothers in arms."

The demon leader Volaz's abnormally fast movement speed and dodging ability left a deep impression on the Great Xia side.

Therefore, when selecting employees, the seventh-tier combatants chose the more versatile winged people who could fly.

For the sixth tier, the Centaur, with its superior ground mobility, was chosen without hesitation.

If you encounter a fast-moving demon, you can still put up a fight.

Now that the hired orcs have arrived, it's natural to meet them and get acquainted.

After all, the safety of the expeditionary force over the next month would largely depend on these experts.

Grom was tearing into a piece of roast meat, captivated by the flavor of cumin and mustard.

Upon hearing this, he immediately paused, his facial muscles twitched, and his eyes darted away.

He put down the grilled meat, then spoke somewhat awkwardly.

"Ahem...that...is me."

Lin Mo: "???"

The atmosphere inside the tent froze.

Zhao Gang's hand holding the lunchbox froze in mid-air, and even the winged man Wo Kong, who was sipping baijiu next to him, stiffened for a moment.

Tier 6 Centaur Warrior.

It was Grom himself?

Grom pawed restlessly on his four hooves, scratched the back of his head with his thick arms, and a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"cough……"

"Um... Lord Lin Mo, our tribal alliance is indeed a bit short-handed lately."

"I'm in charge of liaising with Daxia, which requires me to stay here long-term, so... I might as well take on this task myself."

"It would save the tribe some manpower. You know our tribe's current situation..."

Warwick, the werewolf leader, put down the piece of meat he was holding and wiped his mouth with his arm.

He looked at Lin Mo and interrupted in a deep voice:

"Lord Lin Mo, if you are not satisfied, we can immediately send another centaur warrior to you."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo immediately waved his hand, his astonishment turning back into a smile.

"No, no, you've misunderstood. Grom is perfectly fine!"

He stood up and personally poured Warwick and Grom a glass of wine.

"Honestly, I'm overjoyed to be able to deepen our cooperation with Chief Grom."

"We've been friends for a while now, practically family, so I feel more at ease using it!"

These words were spoken frankly and warmly.

Warwick and Alistar exchanged a glance, their tense shoulders visibly relaxing.

Alistar chuckled, grabbed a roast duck and started gnawing on it. He was no longer reserved and ate heartily.

They had never seen anything from the Great Xia before, and this meat was no exception; it tasted quite unique.

Especially the seasoning, oh my god, it's absolutely delicious!!

What kind of stuff do they roast in the tribe? It's both fishy and tough!

The awkward atmosphere dissipated, and the mood warmed up again.

Grom raised his glass, his embarrassment turning into gratitude.

"Lord Lin Mo, thank you for your understanding. Rest assured, I will do everything in my power to protect you!"

"I'll do it, you can do whatever you want!"

After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp.

He learned this from Lin Mo and others; it seems that the people of Daxia all like this.

Lin Mo smiled, raised his glass to toast him, patted him on the shoulder, and sat down again.

"By the way, you didn't encounter any large forces of demons on your way here, did you?"

He asked casually.

"Yes," Warwick replied.

"We encountered several demon scout teams, and two foolish fifth-tier demon commanders with several thousand soldiers trying to block our way."

"They were just small fry, easily wiped out by us."

He spoke dismissively, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo thought about it and realized it made sense.

This time, a thousand orcs came. Although the number was not large, their fighting force was quite formidable.

The leader, Warwick, and the hired Wokong were both seventh-tier warriors.

The deputy commander, Alistar, is a sixth-tier commander.

The rest of this thousand-man team are probably the tribe's elite.

With such a force, let alone a few thousand demon soldiers, even if surrounded by hundreds of thousands of demon troops, breaking through would not be a problem for anyone below the seventh rank.

Who can stop this?