Thranduil, who hurried back from the main tent, obviously would not have received the cordial condolences of "you are back" today. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info even through the thick curtains, he could still detect the murderous aura slowly leaching out of the tent.

What happened?

The sharp tip of the knife rhythmically left scars on the rough skin of the orcs. In order to better control the depth of the tip of the knife into the skin muscles, Vernor, who was half-squatting next to him, did not wear gloves in a panic. Although she was in the king's tent, no other creature could see the white light on her palm, and Thranduil, who rushed in with eagerness and worry, was still a little uncomfortable with her flamboyance at this time.

How many cuts have you made?, Thranduil thought, frowning. From the moment he entered the tent, the abuser ignored him, concentrating on torturing the orcs bound to their limbs. Thranduil didn't even have to look to guess that the veins on the face behind the mask were dancing violently with resentment.

Thranduil, who thought she was never stupid, was also a little frightened. He lightened his steps and sat down not far away. He was curious about what Vernorr would do next. After all, he had never seen her brutal side, and Thranduil's curiosity was raised high.

When the entire upper body of the orc was covered with scars, Vernor withdrew his hand, grabbed the white handkerchief beside him, and slowly wiped the blood from his hand.

The orc, who had a low IQ and was only full of killing, didn't care about the scars on his body, and continued to let out a mocking roar at Vernor. Thranduil could not sit still, and he quickly got up and drew his sword, intending to immediately roll the filthy head of the orc at Vernor's feet. The bloodstained hand reached out, forcefully blocking the orc.

"Let me do it myself. The invisible edge showed on her back. Vernor's palm flipped over, reaching for the orc's wound at great speed. After the sound of muscle tearing sounded, her slender fingers pinched a bloody strand of orc flesh.

"Still don't say it?" Furnorr shook the shredded flesh in front of the orc, "I promise you, next time I won't be moving so fast." You'll savor the sensation of muscles as they detach from your body. Maybe wonderful?"

Without allowing the orc to think too much, she let go of her fingers and plunged her fingertips between the two scars again. With a sneer, she slowly tugged at the muscle. The fleshy fibers are wrapped in blood and stretch to their heart's content. When the toughness of the fibers reached its limit, it finally gave up the posture of entanglement with each other, and separated to the sides with a slight tremble, and the sound of the orc's screams rushed out of his mouth at this time.

Fnorr glanced at his masterpiece with satisfaction, carefully arranging the still dripping strips of flesh in the ornate tray. She snorted and smiled at the orcs. "They will be your dinner. I heard you haven't eaten dinner in three days?" her slender hands gently caressed the wound, as if caressing a beautiful work of art. "Then I'll have to prepare more meat for you. ”

"Vernor!" kept thinking about it, and the object of torture was his own Thrandil, and he couldn't help it. He didn't want to see those hands touch any living creature again, not even orcs. "Leave it to me. You are not afraid of getting your hands tired of this dirty thing. ”

"Your Majesty should be anxious about something more important. If my actions disturb you, I don't mind moving to another camp. So saying, she picked up the ornate tray and looked like she was about to move the tent.

"No, no, no. Thranduil shook her hand repeatedly, her mind racing to find a reason to keep her. "I'm tired of the day. It's better to learn how to deal with this filthy stuff from you. You just don't exist when I don't exist. You continue to ......"

"But I can't help you if you don't exist. Vernor held out his hand in a "please" gesture and motioned for him to leave the tent. The noble king of the woodlands sighed and lingered outside the king's tent until late at night before being allowed to enter again. Listening to the suppressed screams outside the tent, he was mentally prepared. But when I saw the situation in the tent, I was still gasping in shock.

The orcs were skewed to the side, unable to find a good piece of skin on their exposed bodies. The wound was covered with clotted blood, and the ornate tray was neatly filled with long strips of muscle fragments. The hands with smart jade fingers were already hidden in the gloves, and they were carefully holding the tray and handing it to the soldiers stationed outside the tent.

"Let the chef make this into a delicious dish and find a way to get him to eat it. The voice was so cold that there was no trace of emotion, and it was so cold that all the creatures present couldn't help but shiver. In order to sober up the sluggish soldier, Thranduil coughed lightly and woke up the soldier who was still in shock.

The tray was quickly picked up and disappeared into the tent. The filthy creatures who provided the raw materials for the dishes were also brought down. Vernore beckoned the soldiers to come and clean the scene, and a moment later, when everything was clean and the curtain was back covered, Thranduil murmured in a low voice. "I didn't expect you to have a vicious time. ”

"I'm not a good creature. Your Majesty, Fnorr met his eyes and said with great firmness, "I would love to drink their blood and eat their flesh." ”

Thranduil, intoxicated by the excitement of discovering a different face of Vernor, replied casually. "How about using their skulls for your jewelry box?"

"That's really the best idea I've heard today. Vernor let out a sneer, turned and drew his saber from his waist to examine it carefully. "I don't have any jewelry to pack in a box, though. ”

Even the only piece of jewelry doesn't know where it is.

You'll have a lot of them in the future!

On the first day, she let the orc eat her own flesh. The next day, she had another layer of flesh peeled off the orc's wound. On the third day, your great advisor changed the way she played, and she got a strange lock. Oh, the lock is only that big," Edmund said, gesturing with uncontrollable horror on his face. She used this lock to hang the orc on the campfire, so that the orc could support its entire body with two fingers. The orc was stunned. Do you know what the great advisor did at this time? She was barbecuing right next to the campfire! And she was having a great time!"

Edmund's words stunned all the elves present, and they all made up their brains into orcs, hung themselves on the campfire with their minds, and shivered in unison.

"Today, though, the great advisor took a different approach. She finally stopped tossing the orcs. "Edmund spat when he spoke of the rise. She found the two largest lamps to shine in the eyes of the orc, and ordered the guards not to let him sleep. ”