In the midst of waiting with nothing to do, she saw a pair of large bright and gentle eyes.

They weren't human eyes, those were unusually clear and even as big as her fists.

The minotaur who came to deliver the meal watched with warm eyes as Loria slowly finished gnawing the rough and hard bread, and drank the jar of water he brought, and saw that she was eating happily, and the minotaur couldn't help but grin.

Loria didn't know why, but she was still attracted by the Minotaur's overly beautiful eyes, she didn't believe that any tribe had good intentions towards her, and if she hadn't been able to get a captive from the Alliance, they might have done it to her...... Looking at the two-meter-tall minotaur, she could only attribute the kindness in the cow's eyes to some kind of unexplained love for small animals.

No, she's not a cute and harmless creature either, she's a powerful magician who has gone crazy and can raze this camp to the ground.

The minotaur muttered a few words with a thick echo that Loria didn't understand, and took a handful of not-so-fresh berries from his pocket and handed them to her, looking at the ...... holding the berries Hands, not quite understanding how this inflexible forelimb uses firearms and weapons.

After a little hesitation, she generously took the berries and stuffed them all into her mouth, which was not as unpalatable as she imagined.

The minotaur smiled even more, and seemed to understand that Loria could not understand his language, so he danced and gestured.

Just as he flicked his tail in delight, an orc soldier burrowed into the tent and kicked him from behind, shouting with disdain: "Get out, thief, liar, garbage." ”

The Minotaur looked aggrieved, picked up his large food box large enough to hold an emaciated human, and left with his head bowed.

The orc rubbed the handle of the battle axe and glared at Loria viciously.

That's right, Loria smiled back, this was what she understood to be a tribal image, with yellowed, dirty fangs covered with tartar, green-skinned, rude savages.

She didn't like the Alliance, the humans of the Stormwind Kingdom, the dwarves of the Railroad Fort, the little gnomes hiding underground were indifferent when her country was invaded by the undead, and it was not so long ago that it was the Northern Kingdom that paid a heavy price to save them from the orcs' battle axes.

She didn't like the tribes, and she reasoned, for whatever reason, didn't the greenskins who invaded the human homeland deserve the strongest contempt and the bloodiest revenge?

Both the Alliance and the Horde had caused her to lose her parents and dumped her in an orphanage, where the people around her laughed at her, saying that she should have died in the north before she could waste the food that the farmers had worked so hard to grow.

This is ours, why give it to you.

A huge hatred suddenly froze, and when she realized how powerful she was now, she could barely hold back and immediately rushed out of the tent to kill all the monsters.

Loria shuddered, she jumped up from the ground, hugged her head and fell into confusion, where did those thoughts come from?

She is obviously an enlightened and rational person, she will never attribute resentment to others, she knows that good and evil have nothing to do with race, a race is not necessarily inferior, and nobility does not transfer according to race, she believes that whether it is a human or an orc, even a free undead there are noble people and vicious people...... She resisted the feeling of uneasiness to reminisce about the sudden thought that seemed to belong to someone else, but she felt even more frightened, her head seemed to have been invaded, but why did that thought seem to be her own.

To be precise, the thought was like a vague memory from her vague childhood.

The more I think about it, the more confused I become.

What was her past like? Didn't someone tell her that she lived in another world a long time ago? Didn't her life begin on a very special afternoon in Shining Gold?

That's a lie, she knows it. This body has always belonged to her, and she has never been encroached upon by others, nor has she been encouraged by others.

So who is she?

Even when she regained her strength and magic, she no longer intended to run away, as if she felt that leaving this life of imprisonment was even more terrifying, even if it was only rough food, poor guards, and poor hygiene. She was distressed, and sometimes, she felt that she only existed in someone's imagination, and when the real touch of her body finally provided some comfort, she would fall into the myth of the past, and the memory of the past became clearer and clearer, no longer ambiguous—it was a blank slate.

No, not even the colors. Whether it was Stormwind or the orphanage in Moonstream, all she knew was what others had told her, and there was no feeling that came from memory...... The only thing that really seems to be my memory is the sudden hatred of that day.

She pondered questions that she couldn't answer, praying like the Light, and even trying to find answers by her delusional powers—omensy dreams.

However, neither the Light nor the Dream responded to her.

The minotaur, who had been taunted and bullied by the orcs, still came to see her every day, and each time he would pull out a handful of extra less fresh nutrients, nuts or sugar, from his pocket.

He was still muttering to himself what Loria didn't understand, looking peaceful and happy, and Loria was always trying to see who she really was from the reflection in his clear eyes.

"Like a bird with its wings cut off, you are unhappy and have no sparkle in your eyes...... No one deserves to be in a cage. ”

Loria froze slightly, the minotaur used to speak orc language, and then fell into a state of stupor, she didn't even notice that her mastery of orc language had greatly improved because she had been here day and night, listening to the whispers and roars outside.

"Come on, I'll help you. The Minotaur seemed to be determined, and he opened his large food box and let Loria get inside.

It doesn't matter if you leave or stay, it's just that someone told her to do it.

She climbed into the surprisingly large food box and smelled the bad bread, the lid was closed, and she felt herself being lifted up a moment.

As the box shook rhythmically, all sorts of voices came in, fools, liars, thieves, bastards, and deep sighs.

Even Loria, who was overwhelmed by the gradual loss of herself, wondered what he had done to be treated so badly.

"It's so boring, kill him. ”

"I want to see what his box can do. ”

Even through the airtight box, Loria could smell the adventurer's body.