The guard received De Jong's order and turned around and used the key to open the door to the prison. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Arthas's gaze shifted to the cell.

Perhaps for security reasons, the prison was not equipped with torches or torches; However, the number of braziers outside the cell was enough to give an unobstructed view of the entire cell.

An orc, of great size—larger than all the orcs Arthas had ever seen—stood in a corner of the prison.

I don't know if the creature slept after being escorted into the dungeon, but it was standing there now, shackled on its hands and feet, long iron locks extending from the walls, and the ends hanging from spikes that were deeply nailed into the walls.

Arthas noticed that the orc was also observing him, its eyes did not look clear, bloodshot, and somewhat cloudy, but they were not the blood-red color of the other orcs.

As the orc's gaze swept over him, Arthas could clearly see a mocking smile on the corner of its mouth—though Arthas didn't know what it was laughing at.

"Your Royal Highness, Prince Arthas, for the sake of my duty, I must remind you once again that you must never come within ten steps of this orc." As Alsace walked into the cell, De Jong followed him and gave him a thousand instructions.

"Don't worry, Lord De Jong, my safety is assured." Arthas smiled and replied, "If you may, I hope you can find me and this lady two chairs, and of course you can find one for yourself, we may have to stay here for a long time." ”

De Jong didn't attend last night's military meeting in its entirety, nor did he arrive at Fadil Bay with the human army, and as a palace chief, no one informed him of the Alliance's plans for the next battle, so he didn't know that Frostmourn's current identity was that of a powerful frost mage.

Alsace's calm performance made De Jong feel a little headache; With a wave of his hand, he motioned for the palace guards to bring in the chairs outside the cell, while he himself followed Arthas without leaving - if the little prince was frightened at the sight of the orc, De Jong was a little more reassured; His unfazed appearance made De Jong think that he was likely to make some strange and dangerous move.

The guards quickly brought chairs and placed them at De Jong's behest, far away from the orc; Arthas didn't care too much, and went straight to a chair and sat down; Frost Sorrow, who had been in a daze for nothing, saw that Arthas had already sat down, she quickly trotted two steps, moved another chair to Arthas, and then sat down next to her master.

Although the guards brought chairs for De Jong, De Jong stood beside Arthas with trepidation, thinking that if the little prince approached the orc out of curiosity, he would have to stop him in time.

"You speak the lingua franca, don't you?" Arthas asked, looking at the orc, who was staring at him.

There was no response, and although the contempt and disdain could be seen in the orc's gaze, it was not expressed in words.

"To be honest, I'm actually surprised by your ...... Wisdom, though I'm not used to praising an orc with such words. Arthas was slower, for he wasn't sure what the orc's lingua franca had reached, and he didn't know if he could understand himself, "but I have to admit that your tactics have worked, and if everything goes according to your expectations - in fact, you almost succeed - we humans are already dangerous." ”

"Whew!" Although the orc still didn't speak, Arthas let out a chuckle at the sound of it—still full of disdain.

"You must be thinking that the words that came out of the mouth of a human child like me are not convincing at all, are you?" Arthas continued to speak to himself, "I am interested to know how the human moles got in touch with you, or how you learned of the dwarves' hangovers on the feast of wine; I guess you'd be curious to know how you failed, right? ”

"How...... Failed? The orc finally spoke, its voice hoarse, but the accent of the lingua franca was so standard that it was impossible to tell that it was not its native language without its hideous and ugly appearance.

De Jong was startled when he saw that the orc finally reacted, and his right hand couldn't help but wipe the hilt of the sword at his waist - this guy was still unconscious when he was escorted back, and it is said that he woke up several times during the escort, but was knocked unconscious by several paladins who were traveling with him.

When the orc woke up in the dungeon, De Jong once came to take a look, but at that time this guy was very quiet, and he didn't react to its situation, so De Jong didn't do much, and thought that it had been beaten stupid by those hairy paladins, but he didn't expect it to still be able to speak.

Arthas met the orc's terrifying gaze at him without flinching, still with a harmless smile on his face: "That's right—why did those cavalrymen appear under Riptide Castle, how were your lair destroyed in Grimbaatar, and how did that giant red dragon come to the battlefield and break up your army...... Don't you want to know all this? If you want to know, then let's make a deal - I tell you what you want to know, you tell me what I want to know, and each has what he wants; What do you think of this suggestion? Orgrim: Hammer of Doom? ”

Compared to his own pile of ceremonial nonsense, Arthas could clearly see that his last sentence really shook the determined mind of the orc.

It can be seen that the cloudy eyeballs began to become clear, and the fierce light emitted was sharper; "You know my name? Gremlin? ”

"That's right, Orgrim, I don't just know your name, I also know a lot about you orcs, like Neozu, like Draenor, like Guldan, like ...... Frostwolf Clan. The smile on Arthas's face grew more and more eerie, and he found himself enjoying the process of playing with other people's minds.

De Jong stood a little behind Artace's side, and the little prince's words confused him; However, De Jong did not see Arthas's expression at this time, otherwise, between Arthas and the orc, who is the demon and who is the persecuted, there must be a subversive answer in his heart.