"Our orc warriors aren't as cunning as you human cowards!"

Even if it was a simple question, the orc did not forget the courage to mock humans. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"That's not to talk about!"

Ma Long listened to a soft sound from the door of the house behind him, shook his head, and gently moved his wrist - can't talk? Then let's fight!

……

"Chief Lothar, the toolbox you wanted, and the water."

Robin stood behind Malone and placed a small wooden box on the table next to him; Several militiamen put down their buckets and turned to leave the room.

"Well, hard work."

Malone nodded, but he didn't move—he was still thinking about it—should he use the most brutal means as soon as he came up, or should he do it gradually, little by little?

Extorting confessions by torture is a technical job, and although Ma Long, as a modern person, has more or less understood it, when it comes to implementing it in person, he is still a little confused.

"Then I'll beat him up first?"

Robin rolled up his sleeves with some excitement - he hadn't traveled with Marlon this time, he hadn't caught up with the orcs, and his hands were a little itchy.

"Punch? The bones of orcs are very hard, but they can't be slapped twice. Lend me your sword. ”

Malone spoke.

"Okay!"

Robin pulled out his one-handed sword and handed it to Marlon.

Gently flicking Robin's one-handed sword, Marlon walked up to the orc and stabbed the one-handed sword down in the manic eyes of the other side.

"Ahh

With a scream, the orc's body struggled violently, his hands tied upside down behind his back clenched into fists, and his feet tried to kick, but they turned into weak convulsions because they were tightly tied to the chair.

"How does it feel?"

Malone asked, as he lifted his one-handed sword—the blade was still as bright as the moon, but there was a little blood on the tip of the sword—and just now, Malone cut off one of the thumbs of the orc's bare/naked left foot.

"Bastard! Cowardly pigs! ”

The orc gasped for air, he shook his body desperately, and the chair tied to him shook violently, and Robin had to go behind the orc and hold him down with all his might.

It's no wonder that the orc's "reaction" is so strong - ten fingers are connected to the heart, and so are the toes.

"Don't worry, don't worry, there's something more interesting."

Marlon smiled, turned around and walked to the door, carried a bucket of water in front of the orc, and then took out a small paper bag from his arms.

Opening the paper bag, Marlon sprinkled a packet of white particles into the bucket at his feet, then inserted Robin's one-handed sword into it and stirred it gently.

- A packet of salt, a good thing Marlon found in Vera's room before leaving her house.

The green-skinned beast let out a deafening roar once again with the tip of a one-handed sword dipped in salt water from the barrel and smeared it on the orc's freshly severed toe.

However, under Robin's efforts, the orc could only convulse, and the sharp pain coming from his toes made him not even have the energy to curse at Marlon anymore.

"So...... Let's get started, monsters. The first question, has Orgrim Doomhammer left Stormwind and gone north? ”

Marlon asked softly.

Although he had been tortured by the pain and lost his mind, when Marlon asked this sentence, the orc still raised his head sharply and stared at him fiercely, and even Robin was a little overwhelmed.

"How do you know?"

The orc asked in a somewhat hoarse voice—he didn't realize that he had unknowingly answered Marlone's question.

"I know a lot about you, orcs, some things that you don't even know yourself."

Malone shook his head and said.

The orc seemed a little agitated at the sound of Marlon's words, but Robin held his shoulder behind him and stopped him from struggling - although he didn't understand the conversation between Marlon and the orc, Robin did his duty faithfully.

"Maybe what you say is true, but, cunning human, you still don't know a lot, otherwise you wouldn't have come to torture me...... That question just now...... Ha! From now on, you don't want to know anything from me! ”

The orc didn't seem to be too stupid, he realized that he might have been deceived by Marlon just now, and after realizing that it was useless to struggle under Robin's suppression, this orc's performance really surprised Marlon - he really couldn't imagine that this orc hadn't succumbed after a toe had been chopped off and the wound was smeared with salt water.

"We'll see, orcs. The second question is, how many troops do you have left in Stormwind? ”

Marlon didn't take the orc's words seriously, and he continued to ask.

“……”

As he had just said, the orc just looked at Marlon with a mocking gaze, and didn't utter a single word—not even a threat.

Even though this was only his first torture, Marlon knew it wasn't a good sign - he didn't hesitate, and the blade in his hand sank again, bringing another scream from the orc, and taking away his other toe.

"Say!"

Blood splattered on Marlon's boots, but he didn't notice; Just staring intently at the orc's face, which looked distorted by pain.

"My name...... Call...... McColmaron ......"

The orc was already a little uncomfortable speaking because of the pain, but he still managed to say the words.

"I didn't ask what your name was."

Malone said with a frown.

"I know, haha...... Hiss~"

The orc wanted to laugh after teasing Marlon, but instead of laughing at the sharp pain of salt water seeping into the wound, he let out a wail of embarrassment.

Even so, the orc refused to reveal what Marlon wanted to ask, and he stiffened his neck and allowed Marlon to cut off his third toe in anger.

"To answer my question, orcs, or McColmaron, anything...... You used to have ten toes, and now you have only seven left; And I still have a big vat of salt water. Answer my question, orc, if you still want to walk in the future! ”

Marlon roared loudly and slammed the orc's head with the hilt of his sword - I don't know if it was because of contempt, or if it was really a little unbearable, but the orc actually closed his eyes as Marlon tortured him.

"Do it, coward! Do it! Toes, or fingers, whatever! Just don't want me to betray my clan and tribe! ”

The orc's eyes snapped open, and there seemed to be a raging fire burning in his blood-red eyes.