Malone was indeed lucky - not that he was lucky enough to die and come back to life, to be exact, but that Caldara had no intention of killing him at all. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Caldara put the blade of the sword on Marlon's neck, just a formality.

After defeating an opponent, if they don't plan to kill their opponent, they will use this ritual to make their opponents remember the fear of dying, so that they will lose the courage to oppose the Fireblade Sword Saint.

"You've lost, Death Knight." Caldara put away her sword and sneered, "I thought you allies who were valued by Orgrim could be so powerful, but I didn't expect you to be just fools who didn't understand what it was to fight. ”

Caldara had a very inexplicable affection for the Death Knights - for some reason, Orgrim didn't have many orcs to tell where these allies came from.

At least not like the trolls, who are known to be the overlords of the jungle, and their leader is called Zujin.

The Fireblades had a close relationship with Gul'dan's Shadow Council, and they remained loyal to the Horde's Grand Chief, Blackhan the Destroyer, until Orgrim changed that.

Orgrim went on a rampage to kill the Shadow Council and the Horde's High Chief, Blackhan, becoming the new High Chief.

The Fireblade Clans - The Fireblade Blades who followed the orcs to the world of Azeroth chose to pledge allegiance to Orgrim, and they didn't want the tribe to start splitting, not to mention that Gul'dan himself didn't have any fierce resistance.

However, Orgrim didn't trust these Juggernauts too much - otherwise Caldara wouldn't have gone out to guard with the orcs of the other clans as Juggernaut.

Malone knelt on the ground, and at that moment, he felt the threat of death.

As someone who grew up in a peaceful society, Malone has never been so close to death; When the blade was pressed against his neck, Marlon was even so frightened that he was about to pee his pants.

Of course he didn't really pee out, and if he did, I don't know how the orcs would laugh.

The moment Caldara's blade left Marlon's body, he gasped and rested his hands on the ground, ashamed of his cowardice, and more importantly, he knew that he couldn't save the human girl.

Caldara looked at Marlon, and he shook his head slightly.

"It's not a good idea......," Caldara whispered.

Every Fireblade Juggernaut had experienced numerous defeats before he was awarded the title of Juggernaut - and even now, Caldara did not think he could defeat his teacher.

However, Caldara never doubted his own strength and would never let a defeat dampen his confidence.

Seeing Malone's decadent and trembling appearance, Caldara could tell that his opponent had not undergone any martial arts training and had not seen blood.

There's nothing to be proud of when you beat such an opponent...... Caldara sighed, then stepped over Malone's body.

Caldara's huge feet were on the haystack and didn't make a sound, but Malone knew he was walking towards the human girl.

Malone didn't look back at the human girl's expression, he wanted to stand up, stop Caldara, and fight him again, at least stop him, and not let him get close to the girl.

But Malone couldn't move—his legs stiffened, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Until then, Malone had always thought that the narrative depicted in movies and novels about human beings being unable to control their bodies due to fear was nonsense, but now, he has experienced this experience firsthand.

"Fuck off, you softass." An orc passed by Marlon and kicked him to the ground.

The other orcs smiled disdainfully and stepped past Marlone's side; Although they, like that Tarrama, may not be able to withstand a blow from Malone; But because of Caldara, they can laugh at Malone here because they have powerful companions.

However, the orc's actions helped Malone move his unassuming body, and he was finally able to move.

Marlon, who had regained a little consciousness, roared and rushed towards Caldara, intending to stop the fireblade orc before he could approach the girl.

But Marlon couldn't do all of this—the orcs grabbed him, and the sharp blades rested back on Marlon's neck, this time two immensely gigantic battle axes.

The blood on the tomahawk had not yet dried, and the crumbs of flesh hung on the jagged blade.

An orc roared: "Caldara, let me cut off his head!" ”

Caldara, who had already walked in front of the human girl, turned her head, looked at Marlon with a frown, and shook her head.

"Don't do anything superfluous." Caldara said.

Marlon didn't struggle, he looked at the human girl, and he saw that the other party was also looking at him.

What kind of look is that...... The beautiful pale blue eyes, full of despair and fear, the girl held her round shoulders with her hands, as if she wanted to hide herself in front of Caldara.

"Don't do it!" Suddenly, the girl spoke.

Unlike orc language, it is supposed to be the lingua franca used by humans and some other races - but as it happens, Marlon can understand it.

Was she talking to Caldara? Does she want to stop the orc from violating her?

"No, this ...... This gentleman! These brutes are really going to kill you! No...... Leave me alone! If possible, run away! ”

The human girl suddenly burst into a terrible scream.

She's talking to me! - Malone's eyes widened - she knew I was saving her! She's worried about me!

Marlon didn't know the name of the human girl opposite, but he believed it must be a brave name - even Marlon himself was so frightened that he almost peed his pants in front of Caldara's blade, but this girl ......

The girl told Marlon to run and told him to leave her alone.

Sacrifice? Thanksgiving? - Malone didn't know how to describe it, but he bit his lip so hard that his tongue tasted a hint of fishy sweetness.

Malone bit his lip out of blood, and other than that, he didn't know how to vent the anger in his heart.

"Don't move! Chop off your head again! An orc felt the tremor in Marlon's body, he didn't know that it was because of the trembling of anger, but he was keenly aware of the abnormality of his captive, and shouted a loud scold.

Ma Long's left wrist was slightly twisted, and a blue and green light flashed on it.

The next "withering entanglement" was ready—Malone muttered silently in his mind, his eyes aimed at Caldara's back.

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