[Busy playing dota, I didn't review, forgive me for typos]

The refugees know that this side may be the last; Even the strongest of Sir Lothar himself could not guarantee survival on the battlefield; Besides, even if he survived...... There is no guarantee that they will survive intact. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Prove it to me."

Malone said loudly.

This sentence stunned Paul and the militiamen for a moment - what proof?

Marlon didn't explain much, he stepped aside and looked away from the militia.

Only then did Paul and the militiamen notice that at some point, Robin and a few soldiers of the Xiquan garrison had tied up the orc to the central square.

"Chief Lothar."

Robin walked over to Marlon's side, pointed at the orc, and whispered.

Marlon nodded and walked over to the orc.

After coming to Night Town, the orc was only able to eat a leftover meal after Malone was reminded by De Jong - and that meal was done with De Jong stuffing everything into the orc's mouth and then flushing it down with a large bowl of water - no way, De Jong didn't want to let go of the orc's hands, and didn't let him lie on the ground like a dog and lick the food, which was already a great mercy.

Unable to eat enough, unable to sleep honestly, coupled with the torture of Marlon and De Jong successively, this orc looks very weak, and there is no longer the appearance of fighting alone with Marlon on the edge of the twilight forest.

"Bring a bench and fix him to the ground."

Malone said to Robin.

"Understood."

Robin nodded, picked up a bench from the open-air table, put it up, placed it behind the orc, and took it from the hands of several Xiquan garrisons, and tied the orc tightly to the bench.

Robin's movements brought the orc's somewhat unconscious consciousness back to his senses, and he snapped open his blood-red eyes and roared loudly, trying to struggle.

However, the soldiers of the Westspring garrison had at least experienced the baptism of war, and the roar of the orcs did not frighten them; Harry and a few of his comrades leaned the orc against the bench, and Robin Thief quickly tied him up with a rope.

The legs of the bench were propped up on the ground, and although the orc struggled, it was pressed by the soldiers of the Xiquan garrison, and there was no possibility of breaking free.

Looking at the trapped beast-like black stone orc, Malone shook his head, and then walked back to the militia who were watching this scene in amazement.

"Paul, put them in a line, and bring them here."

Malone commanded.

"I see...... Captain Lothar. ”

Paul seemed to know what Malone wanted to do, and he nodded dullly and began to give orders to his men.

Soon, the militia lined up and walked towards the orc at Paul's urging; Marlon stood next to the orc, and was surprised to find that the one at the head of the line was actually the honest militia who had competed with Althea - Ness.

"Chief Lothar!"

Seeing Marlon watching him, Ness laughed silly.

"Nice, do you have any relatives who died at the hands of orcs?"

Malone laughed too, but his smile looked a little cold and retracted very quickly, and then said to Ness in a strange tone.

"Yes! My eldest brother was killed by this group of green-skinned choppers! ”

Ness replied loudly, looking at the orc with hatred in his eyes, his fists clenched, the protruding joints slightly white, and the bare arms outside the chain mail bulging with terrible knotted muscles, as if he were going to tear the orc in half at the slightest command.

"It's an orc, I don't think I need to say you know it; Maybe...... When Stormwind fell, he was the first to storm the city; Perhaps, your big brother...... It was he and his people who slew him...... Now, Nice, I'll give you a chance. ”

"Stab him, but don't kill him."

Malone pulled his dagger from Robin's waist and turned it upside down into Ness's hand, looking at him with encouraging eyes.

"Thorn ...... A knife from him? ”

Ness took the dagger and looked at the orc.

The green-skinned monster still struggled, a terrifying roar coming from its mouth; Ness could vaguely see the orc's mouth covered in blood, jaundice from the festering wound, and disgusting-smelling pus - of course, he didn't know that it was because Marlon had knocked out most of the orc's teeth.

"Stab him, Nice."

Marlon shouted loudly in Nice's ear.

Ness, however, stared at the orc in front of him in a daze, his hand gripping the hilt of the dagger tightly, and his four thick fingers were already clasped back into his thumb, clenching himself painfully.

Ness once thought that his arms were full of strength, and he also thought that if he had a chance to take revenge, he would not hesitate to put the weapon in his hand into the throat of those orcs, but when the day came, he found that everything was not so simple.

The orc stood alive in front of Ness, roaring loudly, as if unwilling to be a captive; However, Ness's dagger blade had risen high enough, but it didn't stab down right away.

"Think about those loved ones you've lost, Nice, think about them. What are you waiting for? ”

Marlon's voice came again, he didn't know how Nice's eldest brother died, whether Nice himself had witnessed all this, but he believed that Nice himself would not forget.

"Ahh

Ness let out a loud roar, then swung his short sword and stabbed the orc.

There was a terrible howl, and the sharp dagger plunged deep into the orc's shoulder, revealing only one hilt; Warm blood spurted from the wound of the orc captive, splashing Ness's head and face; However, he still looked sluggish and crazy, as if he didn't know anything.

When Ness drew his dagger and tried to stab the orc again, Marlon held his raised arm steadily.

Nice has a lot of strength, but Malone has more strength, and he also has a unique skill of forcemaking; It didn't take much effort for Malone to grab Nice's arm and snatch the one-handed sword from his hand.

Ness gasped violently, the attack seemed to have made him forget a lot of things—he had forgotten the fighting skills that Paul had given him, he had forgotten that Malone had only allowed him to stab once, and he had forgotten all the fears of killing in his heart.

Looking at Nice, who was silently walking to the side, Marlon knew that a baptism had been completed - before sending these recruits to the battlefield, Marlon wanted to let them see blood; Not chicken blood, but the blood of the orcs, the real enemy, who was about to die at their hands.