𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒯𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓯

Lift her over his shoulder after grabbing her by the waist. Time to breed.

The machines that keeps on BREAKING and EXPLODING during the war, you mean?

See? Yet again, you prove my point. Your kind is good at nothing more than at cleaning dick, and scam people for a quick cash

You expect me to pay you, for something you are supposed to be doin?

Said the whore who loves to bounce on my dick.

Go ahead. See what he'll do. He'll likely start selling you all out that way, if it'll fatten his pockets.

Goblins? More like poket onaholes.

I will say it with as calm as possible: 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℍ𝕆ℝ𝔻𝔼! ! ! ! !

" And what if instead I'll..." And, as he spoke, the Warchief merely seated back on his crude throne, dragging her with him until... PLAP His dick burried itself not in her throat, as she may had suggested, but in her ass, to the point of bulging her belly.

" Look how much I care about the Cartel, you little fucktoy. "

Grabs her by the hair and lift her up to his face. " I will personally see that you can't walk for a month, if you do so agaon. "

So basically: Orcs. She is immune to everything, except Orcs. Good.