End of meeting.

Tonatiu was followed by Kzra, with a few Zandalar troll guards, braving the rain to a military camp near Talghlab.

He was going to see the captives.

Orcs and Zandalar trolls have been fighting for so long, it is impossible for each other to be without captives.

The orcs drank the demonic blood, lost the nomadic traditions, and became cruel and bloodthirsty.

However, even their superiors, the Burning Legion, had a tradition of holding captives. No matter how crazy the Demon Blood Orcs are, they are not as crazy as the Burning Legion.

On the troll side, the Gulabash trolls have always had a tradition of cannibalism. Some of the other troll tribes have them, some of them don't. The Zandalar Troll, after the formation of the Troll Empire, was the only troll who was definitively not cannibalistic.

Of course, the orc captives captured in the war were not used as food.

At most, it is to feed the dinosaurs......

However, the carnivorous dinosaurs collectively said that these little green-skinned flesh were difficult to eat, and their blood was even more difficult to drink.

After all, it is an orc who has been empowered by evil energy, or an orc who has drunk blood in the first generation, and the corrosion in his body is very abundant.

Normal creatures have a hard time accepting the smell of evil energy.

Having said that, looking at the orcs all over the mountains, Tonatiu was thinking about one thing: with so many orcs drinking water at the same time, how much blood did the demon lord who donated blood have?

One race drinks blood at the same time, which is probably enough to feed the hell lords by bloodletting, right?

Cranky.

Tonatiu arrives outside the captive camp where the orcs and today's motley forces are held.

The Zandalar troll on guard was surprised to see Tonatiu, and then respectfully stepped out of the way: "Your Majesty, do you want to see these scum?" ”

"Yes. Maybe something can be asked from their mouths. Tonatiu said with a smile. I seem to have seen you. What is your name? ”

"Duktin, Your Majesty. My name is Darkdine, and I am a follower of His Majesty Lezan. I'm a Rastali executor. The guard straightened his chest and said.

"You did see me. Had it not been for your sudden appearance yesterday afternoon, I would have been in the Hades of His Majesty Bonsandi by this time. ”

"Oh? You are one of those warriors. "Tonatiu remembered." Guard these dross well, they have their use. ”

"For Zandalara." Ducktin held his head high. "For Lezan."

Apparently a fanatic believer in the Tyrannosaurus God, Tonatiu smiled and patted him on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

He is more than 4 meters tall, and pats Daktin's shoulder, which is at most three meters high, is basically like an earth human adult patting a minor elementary school student on the shoulder.

Tonatiu, with his guards and Kezra, walked into the prisoner camp.

In the Talghrab region, according to data provided by the Rituals of Lezan, the trolls have held fewer than 3,000 captives so far.

Most of them are those who surrendered in today's orc motley troops, and most of them are not orcs.

Of the less than 3,000 captives, ogres, tigermen, and fallen ravens accounted for eighty percent, and the rest were orcs who had become mentally exhausted after being defeated.

Without the Blood Troll captives, the hatred between the Zandalar Trolls and the Blood Trolls is basically to the point of having no self.

This camp held about four hundred prisoners, and about ten of them were prepared in Talghlab.

Of the four hundred captives in the captive camp, there are only a few dozen orcs, and the rest are all today's motley troop captives - degenerate ravens, tigermen, and ogres who basically have no fighting spirit.

The conditions in the captive camp were certainly not as good as where the troll army was stationed.

It was raining heavily, the camp was leaking everywhere, and the sanitation was terrible.

Even with the heavy rain and wind, the smell in the camp was still terrible.

A high-ranking priest who followed him as a guide explained: "We will not feed the captives. There is clean water to drink, and they will not starve to death. ”

Tonatiu nodded.

This world is a world where barbaric genocidal wars are frequent, countries are destroyed and cities are destroyed at every turn, and prisoners are treated preferentially? Inexistent.

Being able to detain captives instead of killing them outright is already a relatively civilized Zandalar troll.

Tonatiu came here, not because of the heart of the Virgin. He just wanted to come over and study the characteristics of the real Demon Blood Orcs.

Good for them later.

So he walked straight to the place where the orcs were being held in the captive camp, a huge cage building that housed about 20 orc warriors with iron shackles on their hands and feet.

The smell is terrible.

Tonathiu walked to the cell.

His tall and muscular build, followed by the mighty guards, caused a commotion among the orcs in the prison.

Then he retreated inside, looking frightened - much to Tonatiu's surprise, these are the orcs who are not afraid of death and can only "waghhhhhh"?

"They're weird." The High Priest of Lezan noticed Tonatiu's expression, and he whispered, "When you fight with us, you are cruel and terrible in order to fight to the death. After being captured, he was also irritable at first, but over time. Especially if there is no food to eat, they will quickly become sluggish. ”

The words of the high-level sacrifice reminded Tonatiu of the orc captives held in the human ** during the "9SR" in the game's plot.

They seem to be like these orcs, they only know how to eat and bask in the sun every day.

There was no longer a trace of the will to resist.

If there is not a single Sal, there is a high probability that these orcs will die in the ** prepared for them by humans.

This is most likely one of the shortcomings of the Demon Blood Orcs, the fading of the curse or the evil energy requires enough stimulation and food to drive them crazy.

He guessed in his heart.

"Can you communicate with them?" Tonatiu asked about the High Sacrifices.

The language problem is a big problem in the real world, and fortunately there are many ways to solve this big problem on the mysterious side.

If everybody were like Tonatiu, the whole world would be like a duck and a chicken.

"Yes." The high-ranking priest didn't know where to find a frog, it was small, green, and there was a bulge on its belly, and it looked like a live frog.

"Stuff it in the bellies of these orcs, and they'll say what we say, and they can't lie." The High Priest said.

Tonatyiu's eyes narrowed.

So powerful? It's a combination of advanced language translation spells and lie detectors?!

"Is this Lezan's magic?" His Majesty the God King asked curiously.

"No......" the high-ranking priest denied. This is a voodoo spell from Amani. Your Majesty, I used to be an Amani. ”

Tonatiu looked at his tree-green skin and believed his explanation, a color that only Amani trolls have.

However, an Amani troll can be a high-ranking priest for Lezan, and this troll is quite adept.

"So what are you waiting for?"

"Grab one and feed it this frog." Tonatiu is not at all beastly to say.

The High Priest nodded.

He didn't grab the frog's hand and swung it a few times towards the cage. In the cage, an orc, who looked relatively thin, was pulled by a spell in terror.

Just as it prepares to scream.

The priest stuffs the frog into its mouth.

Tonatiu took two steps back, the first being afraid that his aura would affect the effect of this voodoo spell.

Second, he found it disgusting to swallow frogs alive like this.

Although there are some troll tribes that have no food to eat, they often go to catch frogs to eat......

But the God-King said they were savage trolls. He's a gentleman troll, he doesn't eat cooked food, and he doesn't eat disgusting things!

The orc, who was relatively thin, couldn't help but swallow the green frog. It clutched its hands around its throat in horror and screamed.

Tonatiu looked at the sacrifice.

"You can ask it now. The voodoo spell worked. The high-ranking priest asked respectfully.

The God-King nodded.

He looked directly at the emaciated orcs in a state of panic.

"Your name."

A casual opening sentence.

The emaciated orc froze.

It's been a long time.

A hoarse and weak voice sounded.

"Guldan, they all call me Guldan."