From the first time he fought with the orcs and against the Juggernaut, Carlos had a question.

These guys are strong and have no scientific reason, and they are fierce and don't talk about magic basis.

The strength of orcs can also be understood by the innate physique and the bonus of demon blood.

But the strength of the Sword Master, that is already beyond the physical body, to reach a kind of strength similar to the Dao.

To borrow the words of a game narrator who can't complete the live broadcast on its own, there is a gap in understanding.

For martial arts, for the understanding of skills, there are differences, there are gaps.

Carlos has played Juggernaut on the battlefield, won, drawn, and lost. I've run away, I've been seriously wounded, I've been killed, but I've never been captured.

Not even the corpses. As long as those orc soldiers were killed in battle, they would snatch the corpses like crazy.

So after capturing Spartacus alive, Carlos spent a lot of precious resources to save the Juggernaut.

At first, Carlos used holy light to heal Spartacus, but instead severely burned the orc Swordmaster's dying body. After successfully using herbs and magic potions to prolong his life, the brick extracted a blood sample from the orc, which was analyzed to contain an unusually active magical reaction.

Demon's Blood!

But as time passed, this magical reaction faded and calmed down.

While stimulating Spartacus with Holy Light would still cause the Orc Swordmaster to suffer, it was mostly mental, not physical.

Therefore, the daily baptism of the Holy Light, so that the treatment of other human beings that could not be met became a form of torture to Spartacus.

And the paladins of Alterac are happy to do it.

However, a long period of exposure to the Holy Light dispelled the bloodthirsty curse imposed on Spartacus by the demon's blood, and calmed Spartacus mentally.

Orcs are brave and warlike, but they are not brainless destroyers.

Calm down, the orc Juggernaut reflected on his past in his cell, feeling a deep sense of guilt.

"That's not a blessing from power at all, it's demonic blood that governs our will."

Spartacus didn't feel much guilt about what he had done. Winning or losing, losing is nothing more than a life. But his hatred for Manolos, for the demons, for the Burning Legion grew with anger.

What have we all done?

Force the compatriots of each clan to drink the blood of the devil, and those who refuse to accept it die.

Slaughtered the Draenei of Shattrath. Burn the century-old friendship between the two races to ashes.

He changed his beliefs and persecuted the primitive shamans.

The regained sane Sword Master chose to cooperate with the prisoners' experiments for more profound revenge.

Because of this life, it is still useful. Since the will of the ancestors wants me to come to my senses, then I can't let my people remain ignorant in the chaos.

Because of Spartacus's cooperation, the bricks agreed to relieve the boredom and kill time for this orc book.

Originally, I wanted to learn more about the human world, but the books provided by Fang Brick were similar to "Who the Holy Light Shines On", "Three Hundred Years of Heterotopic Creatures Illustrated", "Chicken Soup for the Soul" and the like.

After the initial hardships, the orc Juggernaut mastered the arrangement of the expected characters of the human lingua franca. And understood the meaning of what these books were trying to express.

That makes sense!

Religious or spiritual books are themselves written for those who think too much.

An orc, in the sea of words, was touched by the human mind.

"I know you. Congratulations, although no one told me, I still deduced from the guard's conversation that you have become king. ”

Spartacus, the sword saint, put down the book in his hand when he saw the door open.

"That's good. An orc capable of communicating. TRUTH BE TOLD, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR BRAIN-DEAD FELLOWS WHO ONLY SHOUT LOKTAROGAR. ”

In the guard's embarrassed look. Carlos himself pulled a chair and sat down in front of the orc.

"What do you want from me, human. The mystery of the Sword Master lies in the hard training accumulated over the years, if you want to use my blood to quickly become a human Sword Master, it is nothing more than a fool's dream. ”

The lingua franca of Spartacus is not standard. But it did not prevent him from communicating with Carlos.

"Without this interest, the Juggernauts who died at the hands of the paladins were not one or two, and in war, the role of the individual was far less than that of the legion. If you are willing to reveal the secrets of the Juggernaut, we will give you better conditions. It doesn't matter if you don't want to talk about it, I won't force it. ”

Two men who were equally strong looked at each other.

"Personally, I don't apologize for what I did in the past, because in war, everyone is just a soldier, and I didn't do anything wrong."

"I accept what you say."

Carlos said flatly.

"But as an orc, I'm sorry, it's our fault for invading your world."

"Oh, it's a novel statement, I've heard it for the first time."

Carlos finally had a playful smile on his face

"Demon blood, your vocabulary is apt. Manolos' blood, though it gave us strength, allowed us to easily defeat the Draenei, the Ravens and Bluffs, the mountain Gorons and the plains ogres. But let's lose to ourselves. Everything is like a nightmare, we think that everything is our own will, that we are the masters of this force. But thanks to your Light Punishment, when I woke up, I realized that we were wrong, that it was Manolos who ruled our will. We thought we had made the decision, but it wasn't. ”

Carlos listened quietly to the orc's confession, without ridicule or persuasion.

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Spartacus continued after a short silence: "I will not carry the sins of the entire race alone, and I will not be able to carry it. Moreover, the outcome of this war is undecided. So I can only give you this promise, if you are defeated, you humans are defeated, I will try to preserve you people as much as possible. But if you win and try to get into trouble with those behind our orcs, I can help you. ”

"Oh? You don't plead with me to forgive the orcs' sins? ”

Carlos found the orc more and more interesting.

"Come on, don't treat me as a fool, no one who can become a Juggernaut is a fool. You are only the king of Alterac, you do not represent the entire human race, if your alliance wins, I can foresee the fate of the orcs, nothing more than a return to Draenor with heavy casualties. Why am I pleading with you? ”

Spartacus looked at Carlos with a mocking look.

"So, what can you do to help you in the fight against those demons, Lord Swordmaster."

Carlos decided to get on topic.

"I can help you train your elite soldiers."

"Huh, can you beat me?"

Carlos let out a disdainful sneer.

"You can't beat it, but this doesn't mean that your martial arts are better than mine, it's just that your physical fitness is better than mine. Forgive my offense, if you are the same size as me and want to be powerful, I won't need to kill you in ten moves. ”

"But without ifs, I can lift you up with one hand around your neck."

Spartacus suddenly threw a fist, and Carlos was not slow to react, and with a bang, the guards drew their blades one after another.

Carlos waved his hand and motioned for the guards to step back.

"Interesting, what is this?"

"The power you gain when you master your anger."

Carlos couldn't help but curse inwardly.

"Angry?"

"Whatever you call it, while demonic blood dominates my will, it also gives me a clearer idea of how to control my anger rather than being dominated by it."

Spartacus replied.

"Aren't you afraid we'll use our anger against the orcs?"

Carlos asked, frowning, feeling as if there was something wrong with this.

"Don't be afraid, learning to control anger is not something that can be achieved overnight, and war cannot be stalemate for that long. Either you kill me before the defeat, or the orcs are defeated, and you counterattack, there will not be a day when you are worried. ”

Spartacus explained his reasons.

It makes so much sense, I'm speechless.

"Tell me a little bit about you orcs, about you Draenor, I was told by a draenei jeweler named Leonardo, and I wanted to hear what the orcs had to say."

Carlos decided to skip the topic for now.

"Oh, that profiteer is still alive?"

Spartacus was suddenly interested.

"Profiteers?"

Carlos couldn't help but gossip.

"Well, profiteer, the uncle of Saint-Solandal of the Fireblade Mine, often gets some leftovers from Solandal to make some jewelry pieces that look powerful but are actually of poor quality to cheat money."

"Well, you're actually boasting about his skills in disguise, right?"

"The craftsmanship is okay, but it's a pity that he's a profiteer."

Spartacus commented pertinently. (To be continued......)