Chapter 56
Frostaxe’s callused hands touched the surface of the arcanotech device. The first impression he had was smoothness. His experience in grinding originium crystals and gemstones allowed Frostaxe to instantly recognize that the machine was made using those materials.
All of them were very common originium crystals seen in the market, and some of the components were of poor quality.
Frostaxe would not have bothered looking at these sorts of products using inferior raw materials in the past.
But Frostaxe swore upon all of his ancestors that he had never seen such this arcanotech before!
“You… made this?”
Frostaxe ran his hand through the surface of this arcanotech machine, and when a card was dragged by his finger, Frostaxe pulled back his hand as if he had been hit by a static shock.
But driven by his curiosity, he once again extended his finger towards one of the cards on the table.
“Well, strictly speaking, I made this device with two friends, and one of them is standing before you.”
Moreso when Messai, the Nation of the Holy Church had been making proclamations that the orcs were minions of the demons.
But it seemed like Garrosh would be hated upon no matter where he goes…
“You are not disgusted by the orcs?”
Joshua noticed that Frostaxe had just asked a question before choosing Garrosh without any hesitation.
“Disgusted? They are just a group of homeless people.”
Warrior, Orc.
Frostaxe recalled himself a few centuries back, long before he had discovered the underground ruins here, he and his clan members had been wandering around the wartorn continent, and during their travels they had met the orcs, the process itself was not particularly pleasant, but the end results were somewhat pleasant.
He had no idea if those old buggers that had slain the dragon with him hundreds of years ago were still alive or not… no, they must still be alive…
When Frostaxe selected “Garrosh” and the latter’s portrait immediately fell into the hero’s frame and shouted out “Victory or Death!”.
This phrase was originally in Orcish back in World of Warcraft, Lok’tar Ogar. In order to make it understandable to the locals here, Joshua had directly translated into “Victory or Death!”
The elderly dwarf was clearly touched by this heroic, fearless in the face of the death-sounding line.
Who did not have a tale to tell of their younger days?
“Let’s start then.”
Joshua looked at his starting hand and attacked first.
As for the rules, he will just directly teach him in the game proper.