"Seventeen!"

"Eighteen!"

"Nineteen!"

......

The six-meter-long iron thorn whip cut an afterimage in the air, and with a piercing whistling sound, it struck the prisoner's back.

The blood, accompanied by dots of minced flesh, splashed into the air and fell to the ground under the swing of the iron whip, forming a semi-circular pool of blood in a short time.

"The Orcs of the Holy Cult are of Karol Antarevik, who deserted their duties, damaged other people's property, robbed griffins, disturbed the order of assemblies, and violated many military commandments, and were punished with both crimes and flogging. ”

Face down, back up, limbs tied to the torture table, Carol, feeling the heart-wrenching pain in her back, gritted her teeth and tried not to make a sound.

On the huge square, there were not only hundreds of Saint Cult Army alien races standing, but there were also thousands of human citizens watching on the periphery.

A human dressed as a blacksmith looked at this terrifying execution ground and said in fear: "If this kind of whip is replaced by us, I am afraid that we will be killed on the spot, right?"

The companion beside him whispered, "I heard that the cause of the incident was because a human wanted to marry an elf. ”

"What do you say, another idiot like Byatt?!Can't these people learn what a lesson is?"

The blacksmith's companion lowered his voice, "This human is different!

Randall...... You mean, the hero of Twilight?"

"That's right, it's him. I've heard that he fell in love with an elf, an orc who was executed, and who was their friend, who broke several commandments in order to prevent the trial. ”

The blacksmith scratched his head: "This ...... I don't think even Randall can break the holy laws set by the Holy King. ”

"Hmm...... Boom, whisper, the caning is over. ”

The werewolf Aldnan stepped up to the execution table, helped the half-unconscious Carol down, looked at the wound on the latter's back, and gasped.

Aldenampi glanced at one of the werewolves who was the executioner without smiling, and said coldly, "Brother Kendall, it's a bit heavy, right?"

Throwing a whip in the air, shaking off the flesh attached to it, the executioner Kendall said expressionlessly, "Business as usual." ”

Aldenan took a sip and helped Carroll to turn and leave.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the blood on the orc's body flowed down his back and on the ground, forming a blood-colored "path".

A few minutes later, Aldnan led Carol to the door of a pre-prepared hut in the city.

Hearing movement outside, a dark-skinned minotaur pushed open the door and whispered, "Come in quickly." ”

Walking into the room and placing Carol on the bed with his back up, Aldenan looked at the wound on the orc's back and scolded in a low voice: "That bastard, I told him, let him be lighter!"

Carol, who slowly woke up, heard Aldenan's accusation, and responded softly: "Kendall has shown mercy to his men. ”

"What did you say?"

"The wound looks bad, but it doesn't actually hurt the bones. Carroll put his hands firmly on the bed and changed himself into a comfortable position: "I just need to rest for a while and then I can get out of bed and move around." ”

The minotaur brought a jar of herbs and handed it to Aldenan: "This is a medicinal herb prepared by our shaman to relieve the poison on the iron whip. ”

"Thank you, Brother Bourville. ”

Aldnan took the jar and nodded at the minotaur.

Bourville said to Aldenan: "During this time, let Carol stay here and don't go anywhere, many people in the Holy Army are dissatisfied with him. ”

Aldenan shrugged helplessly: "I understand. ”

Bourwer glanced at the two of them, turned and walked towards the door, dropping a sentence: "May the dragon god bless you." ”

Watching the minotaur disappear into the doorway, Aldnan tossed the jar to Carol and said, "Apply it yourself." ”

"Nonsense!How could I have drugged myself myself?!"

Aldenan looked at Carol in disgust and asked categorically, "Do you want the hair on my paws to fall into your wound?"

Carol was silent for a while, and said helplessly: "Okay, you do me a favor and go find a guy in the hotel downstairs......"

Aldnan sat on the edge of the bed and teased Carol, "Don't you feel like you're living a miserable life?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're doing all this for a woman, but she's now in the arms of another man. ”

"I know what you're going to say next, if you don't want to be beaten, just swallow those words in my stomach!"

Aldenan looked at Carol, who was struggling to turn over, and continued without fear: "At that trial, as long as you don't show up, or as long as you put all the blame on that human, the Holy Army assembly will take him to prison. In less than a month, he may disappear from this world like the hapless bard. ”

Carol turned her head with difficulty and glared at Aldenan: "I told you, shut up!"

Aldnan said to himself: "When that human is in prison, Barbara, as a woman, without the favor of the elven race, will be ostracized by the Holy Cult Army, who can she rely on at that time? As long as you show up at the right time, comfort her, and encourage her, it won't be long ......"

Bang!

Enraged, Carol slammed the pot of herbs against the wall, and the green juice splashed all over the room.

Aldenan looked at the slowly dripping potion on the wall and whispered, "It's a pity. ”

Carol said word by word in a cold voice, "I owe Miss Barbara a favor, that's all. ”

Aldenan smiled and said, "Even if you owe her ten favors, everything you have done has already paid off these debts." ”

Carol gritted her teeth and roared, "You don't understand!"

Aldenan stared at Carroll's face, and after a long moment, suddenly sighed, and then asked, "Is it worth it?"

Carol turned her face away and closed her eyes: "The matter between me and Miss Barbara is not a bazaar sale, nor is it a mercenary's profit, there is no merger, no gain or loss, no price, don't use your pathetic concept to point fingers!"

Aldenan looked up at the roof and said with emotion, "I will be faithful in love....... I used to think that the knightly declaration was just a passing phrase of allegiance, but you showed me the living knightly love, Carol Antarevik. I really don't know now, should I say you're noble, or should I call you stupid?"

"If you don't know what to say, why don't you shut up and let me rest for a while?" Carroll whispered, "Stop pointing fingers at my life!"

Aldenan scratched his head, stood up with a depressed face, and said to Carol on the bed: "I don't think it will be of any use to persuade you again, I'm going to have a drink...... Also, good luck!"

Aldnan slapped Carroll on the wound, causing the latter to scream.

Before the latter could start scolding, the werewolf had already escaped from the room with a single step.