Sora didn't know if it was the arrangement of the ancestor spirit. She only knew that after the battle axe was in her hands, none of the enemies had been cut to death or injured.

Many people think that this axe is honor, and she also thinks it is honor, but it cannot be used for orcs of the same clan and against night elves. Now it is used to deal with a human, and this axe still refuses to fight. Sora's face turned red with anger. It cannot be used for combat. What's the use of this axe? Is it just a prop to remember my ancestors?

She put away the battle axe and came to fight Vanessa with bare hands.

Sora is an orc, not a monk, and has weapons or no weapons, which has a great impact on her combat power.

She was knocked down by Vanessa again, very relaxed, and was the kind of person who was knocked down with just one hand.

"Oh, why don't you believe it? I'm really Varok's friend. You're his daughter, right? I only know little Sarufar, I don't know he has a daughter. Forget it, you go, don't follow me."

Vanessa's trick of playing hard to get was so easy that she left alone after she underestimated the words. Sora was still wary of her. After picking up her steel battle axe, she followed her not far away, wanting to see where this strange human went.

Although the female orc was still wary, through various hints, language guidance and deception, Vanessa still used her ability to chat with the female orc for half an hour by just finding someone on the road to establish a primary harmonious relationship with the female orc.

"I also participated in the Battle of Anqira. At that time, Varok and I... Well, okay, it's King Sarufar of your orcs. At that time, he issued a declaration full of fighting enthusiasm. All the soldiers of the alliance and tribe were full of courage. We fought side by side, went deep into the Temple of Anqira and faced the ancient god Cthun. That was really... it was an epic battle!"

"I also participated in the Battle of Argus. At that time, Sarufal and his son fought side by side. Sarufal had martial arts and courage that was no less than his father, but his experience was a little bit worse. That guy was a little reckless and lacked the calm mind that a warrior must have. His future achievements will not be higher than that of King Sarufal."

"Sar? I am also familiar with Sar. We went deep into the core of the world together and defeated the King of Fire Demon together."

The truth is the easiest to gain trust. Vanessa said all the truth, but she just hid some details. To the female orcs, she had fought side by side with all the well-known orcs, and had a good relationship. She was definitely a friend of the tribe!

The female orc had a proud personality and a modest character. She knew that her martial arts skills were not as good as Vanessa, so she asked tentatively.

Vanessa's martial arts skills are not as good as Alsace, nor is it as good as King Wa, but with her legendary swordsman's height, it's okay to guide such a high-level warrior.

She said a few words about the other party's tricks.

"When making moves, we cannot use up our power. Whether humans or orcs, when fighting against men of the same level, our power is not superior, but women also have an advantage, that is, they are agility and flexibly use your pace to control the opponent's attack rhythm."

"When attacking, you should pay attention to your center of gravity. Men should be higher than women, so we should lower the center of gravity and not easily chop with the other party."

She said for a while that the orcs' fighting style is relatively rough, and they rely more on recklessness, and they are not as good as humans in summarizing.

Many of Vanessa's theories made the female orc feel that the fog in front of her seemed to be lifted open and instantly entered a new world.

Seeing that it was almost done, Vanessa immediately got to the point.

"Weapons, weapons are the basis of a warrior. In my impression, neither we humans nor you orcs seem to have no tradition of fighting with empty hands. It was too dangerous for you to fight with me empty hands before. A pure warrior still needs a good weapon."

She spoke earnestly, a tone of an elder teaching his elder niece a lesson.

The female orcs are full of shame. There is no tradition of fighting with empty hands! Isn’t that impossible? If you have weapons, who would want to fight with you with empty hands!

She still respects her own Mr. Brox, but this weapon is really not powerful!

She was honest and didn't think much about it. She asked new friends about the Oak Tomahawk and wanted to hear her opinion.

After hearing her talk about the various disobedient behaviors of the oak battle axe, Vanessa pretended to think about it.

"I think you are confused about another thing. We humans remember our ancestors, and we all remember our great achievements and souls. We miss that person. We keep the spirit of our ancestors in our hearts, rather than mourning at some of his weapons."

She said righteously.

Female orcs think about it. Ancestor worship is the tradition of orcs, and the spirit of ancestors is the core basis of the shamanic way. This is their inherent value.

Now she heard a human being talking about her ancestor worship, and she felt strange.

"Also." Vanessa continued: "What is the spirit of an orc? According to my understanding, that is steel! Try your will and body between iron and fire, and use your blood and fighting to hone your martial arts and indomitable spirit! This is the spirit of an orc. Only steel can make an orc become a real orc! And your axe?... In my opinion, this is a wooden axe..."

The female orc nodded repeatedly when she heard this, she thought so too!

"The strongest one is Broxxiga Sarufar, not this axe. I believe that with Broxxiga's courage, he can accomplish those feats with any weapon."

The female orc nodded quickly: "You are so right!"

Vanessa's voice suddenly rose: "So what are you still hesitating about? Should you hold the pride of your ancestors, take advantage of the great reputation of your ancestors, be a pitiful worm with a wooden axe, or pick up steel! Be a real orc warrior!"

"I'm not a pitiful person!" The female orc roared. She grabbed the oak battle axe and wanted to throw it out, but she was a little hesitant.

Vanessa's voice rose a little further: "What's the point of a broken axe made by the night elf druid? Are you still going to betray the tribe and run to be a night elf? Do you want to follow them to plant trees!"

She lowered her voice, but also made sure that the other party could hear: "The children on human side only play with wooden axes..."

She took out the high-level commander tomahawk that she had obtained from King Sarufar that year.

This is a tribal standard equipment, and not many people use it, but definitely a lot of them.
Chapter completed!