"Say, little boys, if you don't say anything more, there are bloodier punishments waiting for you."

In Orgrimmar's gloomy dungeon interrogation room, two diminutive goblin sappers are being subjected to inhuman abuse and interrogation by the orcs. A week ago, they rescued the ghost wolf from the arena dungeon, and in the course of the operation, in order to cover the evacuation of their companions, they left behind the broken queen, but were captured by the orcs and taken to the most horrific torture chamber.

The orc inquisitor originally thought that it would be easy to pry open the goblin's mouth and know the mastermind behind it, but he didn't expect that after a week, these two goblins would guard their mouths so tightly.

"I said it...... We don't know ......"

The tortured goblin warrior replied with a faint breath.

The torture chamber was damp and dark, with spiders and cockroaches crawling over them and sewage dripping on them, but even so, the two goblins kept their promises.

"Don't be stubborn, what's the point of you being stubborn here? Do you think your boss will come back to save you? Don't dream, this is the most heavily guarded place in Orgrimmar, outsiders can't hide from it, and no one dares to come here. ”

"Think about it, you are tormented here, and your chief, who is enjoying huge commissions and fortunes thousands of miles away, will not come to your rescue, and one less person will share the bounty, and each of them will earn a little more. So, don't be stubborn, friend, come on, speak, as long as you say it, I promise that we are still friends, and you can even settle down in Orgrimmar, and no one will know what is happening here today. In addition, you can also get another generous payment, which will be enough for you to have food and clothing for the rest of your life. ”

The orc torturer walked up to the two goblins and said "gently". Guide the two little goblins to tell the truth of the matter.

However, it seems that the two goblins are still indifferent...... One of the goblins even spat on the orc torturer as he approached him. The saliva was even mixed with blood, and it was filthy and foul.

"Roar!"

The orc torturer couldn't take it anymore, and the last of his patience was worn out by two stubborn goblins. After the goblin finished spitting, the torturer grabbed the whip and beat him indiscriminately. The long whip crackled against the flesh, and the goblin sapper's blood splattered from the tattered wound on his back. A scream echoed through the gloomy dungeon. Outside the dungeon, countless orcs are eager to tear the two goblin sappers apart. They stole Orgrimmar's best gladiators and arena combinations. From then on, their arenas became boring and unexpected.

The spit goblin was nearly knocked unconscious with the sound of whipping. Intense pain invaded his brain. It can be said that you can't die.

However, an even more terrible punishment was yet to come. Since the two goblin sappers toast and don't eat and drink.

"Blood Eagle!"

The torture officer shouted.

A flash of fear flashed in the eyes of the two goblin sappers. These two words, what they mean, they know very well. It was a punishment peculiar to orcs, a bloody punishment that even the hard-boiled orc warriors could not bear, and it was about to be used on them now.

Time has never been more difficult than it is now. The moment he saw the Blood Eagle torture device coming up, the goblin sapper's heart struggled violently. After this punishment, there is a chance that he will die. Even if he survives, his body is still disabled.

"So, you come first."

And the orcs are also very good at using psychological tactics, the torturer roared, and ordered the jailer to torture one of the goblins first, and let the other goblin watch from the sidelines...... That's psychological tactics.

A wicked smile hung over the torturer's lips as the jailer unloaded the spitting goblin from the wooden rack and tied it to another rack dedicated to the Blood Eagle punishment. Then the terrible punishment began.

The executioner, armed with a dagger, began to torture the interrogated without any anesthetic effect. Under the horrified gaze of another goblin, the orc executioner slice through the skin of the goblin sapper's back with a dagger in hand...... Suddenly, screams resounded throughout the dungeon, and blood stained the executioner's hands red. Then, in the damp blood, the orc executioner continued to torture, holding the dagger, cutting it repeatedly, and continuing to penetrate until it reached the back of the goblin sapper, white bones peeking out of the flesh.

The ghoublin sapper had a pained look on his face, and he almost fainted. But the punishment has only just begun.

In the heart-rending screams of the goblins, the executioner continued to torture, using a sharp dagger to cut off the connection between the spine of the goblin sapper and the ribs on both sides, and blood gushed out over and over again, soaking the executioner's hands, making a pair of thick palms slippery.

The most terrifying torture is in the back, after cutting the rib joint, the orc executioner will tear open the ribs of the goblin sapper one by one! The entire chest cavity is almost exposed! In the blisters of blood, the screams of the goblins lingered in the dungeon like the screams of ghosts......

Finally, the goblin who was tied to a shelf and watched his companion being tortured couldn't stand it anymore. His heart collapsed......

"My leader is—Atwood."

He cried.

The moment the goblin spoke, the executioner stopped the execution. Like the torturer, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"And who is the messenger behind him?"

The torturer asked. He got close to the goblin, and this time, the little goblin didn't dare spit on him again......

"I don't know...... But Atwood wants us to get the people out and transport them to Alpine City......"

The goblin sapper replied tremblingly. His eyes changed from hard and decisive to beggar-like pleading.

The orc inquisitor frowned. Alpine Fortress...... This thing seems to be a big problem. If it was just a private robbery, it was nothing, and Thrall could have sent someone to hunt down Atwood and Glass, but if it was the Alliance, as the goblins said, it was the Alliance. Then, the peace between the tribes and the alliance is bound to be broken again...... The lives of thousands of tribal warriors are at stake.

"Look at the two of them, I'm going to tell the Great Chief about this."

The inquisitor's expression suddenly became serious. He roared.

"What about this?"

The jailers pointed to the goblin lying half-dead on the shelf.

"Take it out and throw it away, feed the wolf."

The orc inquisitor roared.