"Re'ka Gul Tov'osh!"

Tristan watched as the tall female orc with long red hair having a conversation with the orc younglings, using a language that the system unfortunately was unable to translate. Hence, he could only stand there doing nothing.

After a few minutes of talking with the orc younglings, the female orc finally returned her attention to Tristan.

"Gesh'nuka!... The younglings… speak gud things about you, elf."

The opening words which started with the orc language threw Tristan a little bit, but he eventually heaved a sigh of relief when he clearly understood the latter part of the words. He nodded his head with a smile as a response to the female orc's words.

The female orc then proceeded to check out the rest of the group. After doing so, she pointed her finger at Tristan. "You come with me, Speak to warchief!"

Roughly understanding what the female orc wanted, Tristan decided to bring Barry and Layla with him, while he ordered the others to wait and watch the ship being repaired. The three of them immediately followed the female orc.

As the group walked through inside the wall, Tristan could see that all the orcs that they passed by would give the female orc a nod as a gesture of respect, which proved that she had some level of prestige in this place.

They went past the fort entrance and arrived at a large open area where Tristan could see dozens of orcs fighting against each other. It appeared they were currently at the courtyard where the orcs usually trained their soldiers. Tristan watched the training with interest as they walked by.

A few minutes later, the group finally went inside the keep into the main hall of the fort, where Tristan could see a huge green-skinned creature sitting on the throne at the end of it. The creature was slightly bigger than the Orc Champion, and had 4 tusks on its face which made it look more intimidating than its brethren.

At least that was the case for Layla as the moment she laid her eyes on the creature, she subconsciously took a step back and hid behind her brother. On the contrary, Tristan looked at the orc with a calm gaze.

Tristan was observing it, as he needed to know what he had to face off against. Meanwhile, the orc sat calmly on its throne, staring at the newly arrived group.

"Dub'Thak… elf..!"

The creature, which apparently was the orcs' warchief, appeared to be a little taken back when he saw them as he stood up and cast his gaze across the group. Tristan noticed that the warchief seemed agitated about their arrival. Fortunately, the female orc approached him and they began talking about something.

From its body's characteristics, Tristan was sure that this warchief was not a high orc. It appears only a high orc is able to communicate clearly. Out of curiosity, he decided to secretly activate the scanner, using it to analyze the huge creature in front of them.

[Orc, Warchief]

[Battle Power 128]

Looking at the number on the scanner, this warchief was definitely stronger than Tristan. Hence, he decided to not mess with him. While he was at it, Tristan decided to check out the red-haired female orc.

[High Orc, Champion, female]

[Battle Power 82]

[Spirit Power 10]

Tristan was quite surprised to see that not only was the female orc a high orc, she also had a spirit power on her stats.

After the two orcs finished talking in the orc language, the warchief approached Tristan.

"Groowwlll"

Getting into close proximity with the warchief, Tristan could clearly smell the stinking breath that came out from the massive green creature standing in front of him.

"Elf, human. Kill orcs growll!"

Tristan was confused as he heard the indecipherable, riddle-like words that the orc warchief blurted out. Fortunately, the female orc was kind enough to rephrase the words afterward, "Our chief Ghral asked if you really kill and destroyed an orc camp."

A light bulb appeared on top of Tristan's head as he stared back at the orc and confidently nodded, "Yes, we did."

Tristan swore he could hear the breath of the orc in front of him starting to get faster. For a moment, he wondered if the orc would attack him right here right now. He was preparing to pull out his claymore and delivered a 'gift' to the orc right away when the orc said more words.

"Kog'zela.. strong elf... Help. Attack human.. Aaz'no!"

The female orc once again repeated the orc warchief's words with a somewhat coherent sentence, "The chief think you are strong and wish you to help fight human"

Tristan took a few moments to process the female orc's words, and he was dumbfounded when he did so. He even wondered if what the female orc said was wrong and she misinterpreted the warchief's words. Did the orc just request them to fight against humans?

Luckily, Barry seemed to understand what the female orc meant as he explained it to Tristan, "Sir, I think what they mean with 'human' is the human barbarian. You probably don't know this, but the orcs have been known to be constantly at war with the barbarians. The group that attacked our ship are the barbarians"

Upon hearing that, Tristan clasped his hand in realization, "Aahh! That makes more sense."

He then turned towards the female orc and quickly acted tough, "How much? We are not cheap!" said Tristan.

After a certain, complicated, translated, back and forth discussion; Tristan and the orc warchief finally came into an agreement.

He and the others would stay at the fort for 5 days, defending it against the human barbarians until the reinforcements from other tribes came. Afterward, the orcs would give them safe passage by sea or land.

Tristan pushed for more rewards and was given a bag full of gold coins. The bag was covered in blood, but he did not care. Money was still money.

Apparently, those barbarian from the west had been constantly attacking the orc settlement for so long and recently their attacks had intensified. Hence, the female orc believed there would be a huge attack incoming so they needed as much manpower as they could find.

For Tristan, his main reason to help these orcs was definitely the opportunity to gather more Blood Essence for himself. Looking at the warchief's high battle power made him more determined on getting his initial strength back, and the best place to do so was the warzone itself. Hence, his agreement.

When the meeting was done, the female orc looked at Tristan and said,

"Thank you, for saving the youngling. I am Karra."