"Aren't you afraid?"

"What should I be afraid of?"

Eli became increasingly difficult to understand the girl who called herself Loria, and he occasionally couldn't contain his curiosity and asked her about her situation or thoughts, but she always answered with ambiguous rhetorical questions. Starters, oh dear

An old man was wheeled into the lounge, and the loud voices immediately stopped, and the expressionless jailer swept over everyone in the room with a cryogenic gaze, and then slammed against the door that cut off freedom...... In fact, behind the door is not freedom, it is just cruel and brutal interrogation and torture.

Perhaps this is the horror of Prison 404, which relaxes you all the time, but also coldly reminds you that you are nothing more than a prisoner who has lost your freedom.

The old man, a former federal senator, struggled to his feet and walked slowly but habitually towards the cell on the other side of the common room, which he would probably suffer for the rest of his life for the rest of his life.

Where he walked, there were traces of blood.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Eli asked again, and he asked himself if his faith would stand up to such a test...... Before that day came, he didn't know.

"Should I be afraid?"

The girl still maintained her unchanging smile and munched on her bread slowly, unconcerned...... Eli had long felt that she was not ignorant of the things around her, but she was like that, she didn't care about anything, and always smiled nonchalantly...... It was only when they introduced each other's names that she was the only one who imprinted him into her pupils.

How did she manage to keep such a margin in such a strange and oppressive place? Eli couldn't guess what the girl was thinking. He felt that he regarded her as the only friend he could talk to, and she was so disrespectful to him.

"I'm sick of this kind of meaningless, riddle-thinking conversation. ”

Eli was angry.

However, the girl with the long pale pink hair stood up and left, leaving Eli alone in the same place...... The young nobleman's eyes widened, and then he sighed helplessly. She is like that, never staying outside except for the time when she eats bread and drinks water.

Don't be bored anymore, Eli admonished himself, and he decided not to pay attention to the strange-behaving girl with rare pale pink hair.

……

Storm, earth and fire, heed my call.

I am the child of the storm and the tempest......

The wolf warrior brothers around him took the first step. I will die with glory.

On the altar of the storm, I will be born again......

Storm!

Earth!

Flame!

Death!

The power of the tribe!

At the end of the song, neat applause rang out one after another, accompanied by loud cheers.

"The power of the tribe!"

Completely out of step with the rhythm of the roar, Aegis clapped desperately. His face turned red, and he gushed incoherently about the band to his friends: "That's the lead singer Samuro, whether it's country, folk or rock, he's the best...... Look! Chief Leppi is waving to us! In the last interview, he said that he always finds inspiration in nature!"

His friend was lacking in interest, and he was casually perfunctory.

Aegis didn't have time to notice his friend's bored look, usually he was gentle and polite, but today. How could his idols not get carried away with the excitement of coming to this remote place to play for their poor prison garrison who were about to get moldy. Passionate!

"Mr. Samuro, please sign me!"

Soldier Aegis pushed away the garrison major who was leading the band through the crowd, and crowded in front of the idol with excitement on his face, of course he didn't notice the iron-clad face of the major who almost fell.

"Oh, oh!"

The green-skinned, burly orc Samuro patted the human in front of him on the shoulder, nearly pinning him into the pesky red sand beneath his feet. He took the autograph pen from bassist McKay and scribbled a few strokes on the dirty shirt. Leave that human who is like a treasure to be harvested, and squeeze a path out of the crazy fans.

They finally arrived at the supply depot prepared for them by the garrison.

"Whew. I'm tired! I hate sand!"

Samuro slammed down on the recliner, grabbed a bottle of beer, pried open the cap with his bared fangs, and poured it into his stomach in one gulp.

"Shh

Chief Lepi, who was over three meters tall, motioned for him to be quiet, and then sat down in his chair, which was pitifully reserved for humans and whined under the weight of the minotaur.

Wrapped in a cloak with only his eyes exposed, Berglist walked in, and he took off his heavy cape, revealing rotting skin and bones, complaining that these humans could accept orcs and minotaurs who looked completely different, but always hated his appearance as a human.

An elf and several other men of various shapes walked in one after another, and they remained vigilantly silent until Berglist, who was writing on the ground, nodded, and they suddenly spoke.

"After today, we're all going to be wanted. ”

"Don't complain! It's all worth it for the sake of the elder Maggie. ”

"Of course I do!

"What the hell is Mentor Saffir thinking, why putting yourself in danger?"

"Shut up! Her Majesty's behavior is not something you can criticize!"

"Hey, hey, it's not the same as saying yes, doesn't it mean that you only need to save one person!"

"One person, of course!"

"Where's my wrench?"

"Let's get out there and kill these idiots!"

"It's the right thing to do, and then we'll kill them from the inside!"

"Kill them all! How dare you abduct the treasure of our homeland!"

The gossip roared one after another, and it was not a discussion at all, but who was louder, until a loud roar of f*ck Mengsk sounded, and they came to an agreement.

The emperor who was far away in the sky did not know that a group of strong men from the edge world had developed a strong interest in a certain part of him.

As they laughed, another tall minotaur walked in, patted the wall of the supply depot, and the whole building trembled, successfully interrupting the people who were discussing various tricks.

"We've got the permission of the commander here, we're going to the prison tomorrow morning for the show, Akanish, go adjust the equipment and hide the heavy machine guns and high-explosive shells. ”

“lok-tar-ogar！”

"For the Light!"

"Long live Miss Lori, who never expires!" (To be continued)

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