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On the chilly desert night, the orcs who successfully assaulted the caravan were breathing heavily and holding torches high. 35xs

They mumbled a language slightly similar to the glacier orc, and went back and forth in a messy team camp, searching around, collecting their loot.

In the camp of the owner of the caravan, starting with Dean and Louisa, the old hammer, fast rope, McGee...the human captives who surrender held their heads in their hands, lined up, and were escorted by the heavily armed orcs. In front of the enemy leader.

Tyles was among them, just behind Dean. Perhaps because of his age and size, Thales was not rudely escorted by an orc like the others. However, when he walked through the sand and passed a vicious alien, The eyes and weapons of the enemies on both sides still made him chill.

The murderous looks and appearance of the orcs are quite disturbing. Almost every soldier has many old and new wounds on his body. At first glance, he is a brave who has experienced many battles. They looked at the group of captives with disdain, and deliberately knocked the weapons in their hands. In the clinking sound, Thales couldn't help thinking of the scene where the mission passed the Northland Infantry Regiment under Broken Dragon Fortress six years ago.

The same tension, the same suffocation.

It's just more desperate than then.

Besides dozens of orc warriors, three unique orcs stood in front of Tomdin’s cargo, watching the captives approach with cold eyes.

Thyls is no stranger to them:

A cold-faced orc with his lips painted white, with an abnormally large black bow hanging on his shoulders. That is it. Just now, he killed the mercenary Ponga with an arrow in the sharpshooter duel;

A fierce guy with a big sword, naked torso, muscular knots, and black forehead. He stroked the wound on his chest with a terrible grin on his face. The death of Kanze from the North is due to His cross cut;

And the hideous orc with a mace and blue paint on his face. It has been chasing Thales since the time of the fight. Now, its eyes never leave the boy, full of mouth His sharp teeth rubbed up and down in hatred.

It is an export-oriented prince from a distance: Fraka.

The blue-faced orc posed a squeezing fist, the mace was tightened in his hand.

Flaca.

Flaca again.

Thyls muttered silently, feeling bad.

The three different guys failed to conceal the demeanor of the leader behind them:

The pure black orc with severed hand, dressed in a rare snow-white fur, looked down at the iron fork of his right wrist, sitting casually on a large pile of cargo, as if blending with the surrounding silence, in the light of the torch Waiting for the arrival of the captives.

The different posture and height prove its status.

The prisoners were brought to it one by one, in a horizontal line. The rude escorts pressed or kicked, forcing the defeated group to kneel toward their leader.

Tyles sighed slightly, then knelt down in the sand.

Under the night, the naked orc with a big sword beside the leader chuckled and motioned for his men to throw a torch.

It raised the torch, grilled the wound on its chest, and sighed with satisfaction amidst the inhalation of merchants and the sizzling of flames.

After closing the wound, the beast walked past each kneeling captive step by step, illuminating their faces.

Tyles' eyes narrowed by the fire and temperature.

The leader sitting on the cargo watching the iron fork slowly raised his head and looked at its spoils.

Many more people survived in the caravan than imagined: at least eight or nine people were kneeling among the captives, they also held their hands, shivering under the gaze of the orcs-probably because the battle started too suddenly, The enemy’s sneak attack was also too successful. The people who picked up the weapon were basically killed mercilessly in the first round, while the rest of the people who had not had time to be armed were quickly frightened by the tragic situation. Amidst people's hideous faces, blood-dropping weapons, and thrilling roars, they crouched on the ground without a teacher and raised their hands to surrender.

Tales, who saw their expressions clearly, dared to say: These merchants have probably never seen so many orcs in their lives.

The flames were blown into chaos by the cold wind, facing the orcs' hideous faces, the captives felt ashamed.

The scary silence lasted for a long time. The night wind and cold in the meantime accompanied the noise of the raiders in the distance, adding a little bit of sadness to the scene.

"Outsiders."

Finally, the pure black leader spoke, and between the twisted and terrifying lips and teeth, its lingua franca accent is as fluent and authentic as ever, and it is so fluent and authentic that people can’t believe this will be said by the orcs: "Here you ……"

"Who is in charge?"

There was a commotion among the captives kneeling on the ground, and many people turned their heads subconsciously.

Tyles caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye: The potbellied Tomdin also hugged his head, kneeling on the remote side of the team.

But that ancestor and Xianjun have old times, and they are so arrogant, and the lavish caravan boss who talks about business affairs is no longer there, and what is left is a trembling poor man: Tom Ding seems to have been The faces of the orcs were frightened, they just shrank their heads, not even daring to lift their heads.

The fat man knelt on the ground, shaking like a sieve, trying to curl up his muscles, as if every inch of his body exposed in the cold wind would cause loss.

Faced with the leader's questioning, he didn't say anything.

The black orc leader looked around the captives and sneered with a majestic voice: "Huh, so..."

"So, outsiders, you don't have anyone who can talk to you, you can negotiate with me-even if I start to think about who should be kept and who should be killed?"

These words made many captives tremble even more.

This is an orc proficient in human language, Thales thought, this is rare.

And, according to Dean, they are not scattered and lonely exiles, but big tribes?

Thinking of this, Thales noticed: Dean beside him sighed.

The latter moved his knees, ready to stand up.

But before the bald mercenaries made more moves, there was a slight commotion on the other side of the captive team.

"We surrendered, and you promised our lives, Orc."

A girl in armor put down her hands, raised her knees conspicuously among the kneeling crowd, straightened her back, and looked at the enemy calmly.

"Fuck." Thales heard little McGee cursing on the other side.

"I am," Luisa's expression was a little dark in the dark, but her voice was extremely clear and steady:

"I am the leader of this team, Luisa Dante."

Unarmed, she whispered: "You can negotiate with me."

The commotion happened again.

This time, it was the rough orc warriors who caused the commotion, and they whispered in roaring voices.

The pure black orc's facial features moved slightly. It changed its sitting position, with its elbows resting on its knees, and its body leaning forward. It seemed to be very interested in the woman who stood out in the crowd at this moment.

"I only promised the life of this person and that of Sorino," the orc pointed at McGee and Thales with the iron cross on his wrist: "Excluding other outsiders, and you..."

The three orcs under the leader looked at each other in pairs, bared their teeth, and let out a thick laugh that Thales sounded like a cold wind.

"Look, my guards are all laughing," the leader turned to Louisa, smiling:

"The people outside the desert have fallen to the point where a weak female can lead them?"

The old hammer and McGee on the other side let out low curses.

Facing the gaze of the orcs, Luisa took a calm breath.

"Then you can give me a weapon and another opponent."

"I can prove to you—what is your promise and my sword, which is weaker."

The big sword orc with the torch and naked torso took a breath, patted the wound on his chest, and said something.

The leader responded to it, which caused many orcs to laugh.

It turned his head.

"You don't have to prove, the heroic warrior Louisa Dante, I know very well: Many females in the world are much more terrifying than males."

Loisa gave a slight pause.

"According to my loyal holy guard, said'Unimpeded Lusana'," the pure black orc slowly said, "He acknowledges your strength, and the one you gave him is a bone pain."

Luisa glanced at the orc with the big sword, and noticed that she showed sharp teeth in the direction.

The leader continued with interest: "He also said, if you are an orc, then he will **** you home now, as the most cherished wife, protect you with blood and sword, protect you and He gave birth to a strong cub, until his battle soul completed the test of the desert **** and returned to the land of the ancestors."

Mckey cursed in a low voice.

But Luisa just sneered.

"But I am a human."

The leader nodded. Flash Dance Novel Network

"But you are a human being, you can't be one of us," the pure black orc gave Lusana his chin:

"So he has no choice but to eat you."

Eat it.

Eat it?

Tyles felt a chill, and for some reason he remembered the sand scorpion that he had eaten.

And-blood thorn lizard.

Luisa sighed:

"This is considered racial discrimination."

The leader seemed to be amused, and it opened its mouth wide and let out a grinning laugh.

"Is this normal?" Thales whispered to Dean beside him: "Every orc who has captured humans makes a joke with them, and then heats up the cauldron and cooks them. ?"

"I don't know, after all," Dean's lips didn't move:

"There are not many people who are captured by the orcs and can go back alive to tell stories."

Thyls shivered slightly.

Luisa raised her head.

"So, is that you?"

The female captain faced the eye-catching orcs fearlessly: "Kill those sand thieves."

"A large-scale hunting of all living creatures in the desert."

The leader narrowed his eyes.

"So you found out."

Its low voice sounded.

"Those corpses."

Dean frowned slightly.

Luisa nodded.

"In those camps, there are many single hard ideas, even exiles from large tribes, but they are unable to fight back," the female captain looked around at the dozens of orc warriors around: "I guess it's you , Use the number, tactics and formation, use the tribal brave who is close to the army, and kill them alive."

"Just like tonight--for this raid, you even removed the heavy armor and came here lightly, just to surprise and attack it."

Dean sighed softly in Thales’ ears: “She’s trying to make herself look stronger... It’s said that the orcs, especially the people of the big tribe, respect the strong and the warriors, Honor."

The orc leader smiled. He raised the fork on his broken wrist and pointed at Louisa: "Very well, what else to say?"

Loisa took a deep breath, nodded and continued: "Cracked Stone Tribe, I know you."

The leader is motionless.

Luisa faced the leader and his three terrifying subordinates, speaking without fear.

"You are one of the eight tribes under the Throne of Dragon Skeleton in the desert. You suffered heavy losses in the desert war and had to flee to the depths of the desert."

"But why, why do you risk leaving the depths of the desert, to a place so close to the power of the stars, and go crazy like interception?"

"This is not in accordance with the rules in the desert! Even you!"

The leader smiled again.

Compared with its subordinates, especially its three so-called "saint guards", this orc smiled more and more frequently.

It's also more disturbing.

"The rules in the desert?"

"Very well, you can survive, woman," the orc leader slowly nodded, ignoring the roaring protest of the orc with the big sword-Lusana: "For your good combat and insight, as for you to follow us back ...Let's take a look again."

"What about the others?"

"Others, others must prove their worth," the orc leader turned his head, and his yellow eyes swept across the captive sharply: "And the reason why I attacked and captured you, I just want to know one thing. "

The mercenaries frowned.

"What's the matter?" Luisa questioned.

In the flames, the orc leader's eyes narrowed.

"Ten days ago, I received the report." It stepped down on the sand and raised a huge figure of two people: "Many people, no matter the desolate man, the orc, the sand thief, or the small tribe , Small groups, they fled from the north and the east one after another."

Escape?

Tyles felt suspicious.

This doubt also spread to the captives, but the situation before them made them too much time to think.

The orcs walked slowly to the far left of the captive team, passing everyone step by step.

Looking at this hideous guy approaching, many merchants shivered with fright, Thales swears that he even smelled the smell of urine.

"I’m very puzzled: what makes these scumbags dared to ignore the majesty of the Dragon Skeleton Throne, forget the horror of the desert **** altar, and desperately fled into the depths of the desert, escaped into the land of the orcs and the zombies, Enter the private land of the eight major tribes and the five major tribes, and escape into the dangerous forbidden zone known to everyone in the desert?"

"And according to these refugees," the pure black orc walked by Tomdin's side, and the latter was lying on the ground, looking like a trembling caterpillar:

"Not long ago, thousands of elite cavalry entered the desert."

Dean held his breath next to Thales.

"Thousands?" He whispered in doubt.

What Dean didn't know was that Thales' heartbeat missed a beat at that moment.

Cavalry.

Cavalry?

Cavalry entering the desert.

The pure black orc walked by Louisa’s side, patted her shoulder with his huge left hand, and raised his lips: "For more than ten days, they have almost occupied all the oasis strongholds and driven away all the natives. , To kill those who don’t want to leave."

The mercenaries on the knees showed surprise expressions and looked at each other.

"Are they? Not you?"

Loisa exclaimed: "It's...that group of cavalry who started sweeping and hunting in the desert?"

The cavalry.

Thyls stared at the sand in front of him, his expression stiff.

The orc turned around.

"Like you, we have encountered countless corpses and camps along the way, only a lot more than what you found."

The orc walked past the old hammer and fast rope, his voice getting colder and colder:

"More than that."

"They both ruthlessly and regardless of the cost, slaughtered all the two-legged creatures they saw on the road—whether they were sand thieves, exiles, wild bones, orcs, or ordinary smuggling caravans— Sweep the entire northern periphery of the desert."

"It's almost turning a small desert into a no-man's land."

Extremely slaughtered.

Thyls felt a cold sweat sliding down his back.

"This is not over."

The orc walked up to Dean.

The black orc leader lowered his head and gave Dean a deep glance:

"They did not go, but maintained the costly line of defense on the spot, delivering supplies day and night, drinking horses and feeding grass uncontrollably, just to stay in the desert for one more day and stop for one more day. "

Dean squinted his eyes: "What?"

"Their riders moved around, patrolling back and forth, killing people at sight, drinking at water, and gnawing at grass--the entire northern end of the desert was disturbed by them."

Move around.

Walk back and forth.

Thyls just felt that his breathing was getting slower and slower.

The orc continued to move forward, and the giant feet on the soft sand stepped on chilling friction.

"We hunt, graze, and feed our hunger, but even the stupidest people know that when we get what we need, we have to keep the cubs and not touch the seedlings."

Thyls, who was slightly panicked, felt that the orcs were getting closer.

"This way we will still have food next year...but these people?"

"Whether it’s water, pasture, firewood, camps... These immediate killers take it without pity, and consume all the resources in the desert endlessly, neither fighting nor occupying, they are just disproportionate. The land wasted money, food, and manpower, just to clean up this wasteland where birds don’t shit, and leave no grass on the sand. The cleaned up camp can't even stay in the caravan!"

The orcs walked past Dean, and finally stopped at Thales at the far end, beside the youngest human.

Thyls still held his head, his outside light saw the strong calf of the orc, and he felt it making a sound above his head.

Oops.

This means...

"According to my experience, these cunning humans behave abnormally, they must have pictures."

"As they did in the past."

"But since they acted, then we have to act on our own," the orc leader narrowed his eyes and looked at the captives: "This is the reason we went north."

"It is the reason why I decided to lead a group of tribal heroes to the east and north in the desert."

It gritted its hideous teeth: "So, outsiders."

"For a month, you have been the only people who came from the direction of Sabreya Dune, the only people who set off in the same direction and the same place as the frantic cavalry."

"The only person who might know their intentions."

The captives kneeling on the ground had different expressions.

On the sandy ground, rows of orc warriors stood cruelly around, looking at every human captive who was shaking or doubting.

The expressions of the three saints remained unchanged, waiting for the next words from their leader.

Finally, the black orc slowly stretched out his hand and raised the fork on his wrist, his tone chilling.

"And you will tell me."

"Why."

It spit out a noun that makes everyone frown:

"The Kingdom of Stars."

"Why do you do this?"

The mercenaries looked at each other, and even the merchants were surprised.

"Why did they send so many troops into the desert?"

"Why did they lift up every layer of yellow sand here?"

"Why don't you hesitate even if you spend money, food, and human lives?"

Under the chill, Thales felt a chill in his neck in horror!

A cold iron fork was pressed against the prince's neck.

In the exclamation of the mercenaries, Thales was forced to raise his head by the strength of the iron fork, and looked at the bright yellow eyes of the orc leader.

Tyles stared at him in a daze, looking at the scars on the other's face and the inhuman face. After the light, he caught a glimpse of the armor under his fur, and looked at the faint blood and abrasion on it. Tingling.

Different from the other orcs he has played against.

The eyes are calm and composed.

There seems to be many secrets hidden.

"Someone," the orc raised his eyes and looked at other people, but his hand did not stop, he still hooked Thales' chin with a fork:

"Can you tell me?"

No response.

Only the cold wind howled in the sand.

And the fire crackling.

But at this moment, only Thales knows:

The truth that this pure black orc tried so hard to get...

The secret that made the desert turbulent...

Under its iron fork, shivering slightly.

What to do?

Thyls thought desperately.

Just now.

"Enough."

"Kandar Nushan, famous in the desert, there is no need to embarrass a human Sorino."

This is a gentle and mature male voice.

Just as the day he rescued Thales.

The voice fell, and the orcs talked a little, seeming to be a little commotion about a certain name.

Thyls, who was so nervous that he almost choked, felt a slight tremor in his neck.

Finally, his neck loosened: The fork left his artery.

Thyls breathed a sigh of relief and started breathing again, thinking anxiously about what to do with the predicament before him.

The black orc turned around, and its gaze calmed all the orcs.

"Who," he walked slowly to Thales, next to the speaker, and stared at the bald human: "Who is talking to me...?"

The speaker raised his head, lowered his arms, stood up, and looked up at it.

"I'm Dean, I am... Louisa's deputy."

In the next second, the orc's iron fork forced Dean's neck.

Luisa exclaimed slightly.

But the bald mercenary didn't move, just letting the opponent look at him.

The orc leader lowered his head and stared at him for a long time.

"Human, in the battle just now, I was very impressed with you."

"You have skill and wisdom."

The orc leader squinted his eyes: "Do you know who I am?"

The captive nodded, his expression indifferent.

"I know."

"I recognize your arms and your skin color."

Dean stares at the orcs intently:

"You are not a purebred ashes... a purebred desert orc, you have the blood of a glacier orc, so your skin color is different from them."

Damn the ice bastard, Dean said silently.

Tyles looked at the other person's skin, looked at the dark color, and understood.

Amazement appeared in the eyes of the orc leader.

Dean sighed softly:

"You are Kandal Nushan."

"Rising up as an exile, a "heterogeneous man" who has been riding the desert for 20 years."

(End of this chapter)

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