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At last, the girl seemed unable to bear the pain and fear, and she writhed on her feet, staggering and almost falling, but she could not fall to the ground—the two orc sentries holding her hold hold of her.

But don't expect the orcs to treat the captives favorably, and soon, the two orc sentries continued on their way, dragging the girl who was no longer able to walk, and continued towards the camp of the death knight where Marlon was.

Marlon's eyes almost erupted with rage - this group of orcs dared to treat her like this!

Of course, Marlon would not be so angry not only because of the girl's beauty, but also because of any other human captive who had been mistreated like this - but the girl's beauty would deepen this anger, for sure.

"It's weird...... There are still human activities in this area? It didn't seem like this was a place for them before, right? "Tyrone? The Blood Fiend muttered to himself, "All in all, these guys have really earned it. ”

"Earned? What do you mean? Marlon jerked his head and grabbed Tyrone? Bloodseeker with shoulders covered in massive shoulder armor.

"Uh...... McColmalone, you know our rules. "Tyrone? The Blood Fiend shook his head and explained, "Prisoners caught on duty like this are handled by these guys themselves...... In other words, they can open the meat. ”

"Open meat? They're going to eat this...... This human woman? Malone asked in surprise.

"Eaten? Oh no, no, of course not...... "Tyrone?" Bloodseeker shook his head, "They're just going to rape/rape/her." ”

"What?" Marlon exclaimed - of course he thought of this possibility, he already knew that the orcs didn't have a good reputation in this regard, assassinated Varian? Garona, a half-orc and half-draenei of Wrynn's father, King Lane, is a product of the war between the orcs and the draenei.

"They're going to take this woman to a prisoner of war camp -- of course there's not a single prisoner of war there right now, they've all been killed not long ago, we're going to be in their bodies now, haha...... "Tyrone? The Blood Demon didn't pay close attention to Ma Long's expression and said to himself.

"They'll be there to rape/rape/her, and if they follow the rules, they might take turns 'going into battle' one by one, but if they're a little more impatient, they might go together...... Trust me though, it's not a very convenient position, I've had similar experiences before. But I think they should line up, if they were impatient, they wouldn't have brought this woman back to the camp, and they would definitely ...... on the spot, "Tyrone?" The Blood Demon said and spoke, but found that there was something wrong with Marlon in front of him.

"I'm not going to let them do that." Malone gritted his teeth, he could clearly hear the ugly sound of his teeth rubbing.

"What? No, no, McColmalone, you can't stop this kind of thing, it's the traditional rule, you know? Propriety. "Tyrone? The Blood Fiend said with a shake of his head.

"I'm going to have to stop them...... Where are the POW camps? Malone didn't know how terrible his expression was at this time, his eyes bulged out with anger, and the muscles on his cheeks trembled slightly with excitement.

"You can't ......" Tyrone? Bloodseeker is still making the last effort.

"Tell me!" Marlon said loudly, his voice even startling some of the orcs outside the Death Knight's camp, and they all looked over this way.

"Right next to it, turn right out of the door, behind a hill...... But McColmalone, I advise you not to ...... "Tyrone?" The Blood Demon said heartily, but Marlon had already abandoned him and turned away from the side of the stake.

"Get out of here, you lowly ......" Marlon angrily shoved the Death Knights who had gathered behind him to block his way, his strength was indeed amazing, and the Death Knights gave way to his push.

"McColmalone, where are you going?" Tyrone? Seeing that the situation was not good, the Blood Demon hurriedly followed, but the death knights who were pushed away by Marlon were huddled together, blocking his way.

Marlon was running fast through the Death Knight's camp, anger filling his brain, but he hadn't completely lost his mind.

Marlon knew he couldn't stop these orc sentries from doing whatever they wanted under the watchful eye of all the orcs; As Tyrone? According to the Blood Demon, this is the tradition of the orcs, and he is powerless to change it.

So Marlon decided to do it in the prisoner of war camp - five orc sentinels, who should be able to cope with it; And Tyrone? Bloodseeker had said that there were no prisoners of war in the camp, so no other orcs would stop him.

The Death Knights seem to be keen on watching the fun, or maybe they're reminiscing about their lives as orcs; Even the exit of the camp was crowded with death knights.

Marlon struggled to squeeze away from the Death Knights who stood in his way, and with the latter's curses, Malone left the Death Knights' camp, only to find that there was no trace of the orc sentries and the human maiden in his sight.

Malone looked to his right, and not far away, he spotted Tyrone? The hill that the Blood Demon said were.

That's good, the hill is blocking the view of the other orcs, and even if they do something, they won't notice - Marlon thought as he sped up his run - because the Death Knights were inadvertently blocking him, and he might be a little too late.

Skirting the hill formed by the black rocks, Malone saw a pigsty-like, rudimentary wooden fence enclosed camp.

The camp was mostly clear, but Marlon didn't see any sign of the orc sentinels, and he set his sights on a corner of the camp.

Several huge wooden stakes were nailed to the ground, and a huge canopy formed by alternating sewing canvas and animal skins covered them, forming several simple tents.

At this time, in these barracks like grape sheds, the wild and ugly voices of the orcs were constantly coming out, mixed with the girl's crisp but frightened cries for help.

God forbid, I hope I still have time...... Malone ran swiftly towards the camp, stooping over the low wooden fence.

If it were in normal times, Ma Long would definitely revel in his agile movements like a "martial arts master" at this time; However, at this moment, he rushed towards those few simple sheds, and there was only one thought in his heart.

- Save her, you must save her! Go to his x's "god of video games", go to his x's bronze dragon! If you want to sit back and watch this happen, then you might as well let yourself die now!

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