"Damn, what did these bitches do!"

Suddenly, Bradrick became angry, his face was blood-red, his fists were clenched, his nails were sunk deep in the flesh, and a trace of green blood flowed from between his fists.

"What's wrong? Hurry up and calm down and remember what we're here for. Winster asked with an anxious look as he tore off two corners of his coat to wrap Bradrick's hands.

"What the hell is going on?" At this moment, I regretted very much that I did not stand at the front of the crowd in order to hide my eyes, and I, Winster, and Carol standing around the square could only see some soldiers through the cracks, and the rest were never seen again.

After Winster's reminder, Bradrick calmed down a little, but, judging from his constantly trembling body, his anger was only forcibly suppressed, and there was a possibility of exploding at any time.

"Goddor, keep an eye on Bradrick, if he makes any changes, stop him in advance."

Thankfully, Godor didn't make another mistake at this moment, and when he heard my command, he put his hands on Bradrick's shoulders.

With a sigh of relief, I looked towards the stone platform, but at a glance, I was surrounded by endless rage, and the living people of the dog and the day were so inhumane that they treated the captives like this.

That's right, when I looked up, it happened that the soldiers were walking up to the stone platform, and at the same time, the prisoners behind them were also on the stone platform, and I could already see all the tragedy without the cover of the crowd.

The limbs of the five Forsaken were cut off, the rusty chains were tied to their necks like dogs, the human soldiers dragged them up the stone platform with chains like sacks, the edges of the stairs knocked their rotten cheeks even more unrecognizable, the rough ground wore out their few remaining clothes even more tattered, and dust and dirt were almost all over their bodies.

Compared to the forsaken captives, the orc captives as living people are slightly better, but at a glance, people still can't help but bleed from their hearts, the three orcs, each of them has their fangs broken, the green skin on their bodies is covered with whip marks and sword marks, green blood flows down their muscles, and their hands, feet and necks are covered with heavy shackles.

"Calm down, calm down!" Just as I was about to rush out, Winster and Carol hugged my waist together, whispered in my ear, and then squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying at the surprised crowd around me, "All his relatives died at the hands of the undead of the natural disaster, so ......"

"Oh!" The people around him burst out in a voice that I understood, and then turned their gaze back to the stone platform.

Bradrick also grabbed me at this time, stared at the scarlet eyes and roared, "Blood feud will be avenged!" ”

"Blood revenge will be avenged!" I, Winster, Carroll, and Godor said the same.

Anger was suppressed in his heart, and his eyes looked back at the stone platform, only to see three orcs firmly tied to the stone pillar of the stone platform in chains, while the five Forsaken were led to the pile of wood, and similarly, the iron locks tied them to the pillar, perhaps for fear of being infected by the virus on the Forsaken, several soldiers were very careful.

When everything was ready, two people stepped out of the stone platform, one in armor and one in a fluttering robe.

"For the Light!"

The man in armor raised his sword and shouted!

"For the Light!"

The crowd erupted into a voice louder than the man in armor.

"Once upon a time, our homeland was so rich and rich, and all of us lived peacefully and comfortably, but when the plague swept across the earth, how many of us were displaced, our wives were separated, and the living became filthy, vile, bedbug-ridden undead in the plague, without soul or mind, faithfully as lackeys who worked for their master, they are no longer our comrades, but enemies, enemies with blood and hatred."

"Once, we defeated ugly and cruel beasts, but instead of killing them, we mercifully imprisoned them, gave them food, gave them water, and let them reproduce without shame in front of everyone, but these ugly and cruel beasts were not grateful, they escaped, and under the leadership of a white-eyed wolf who has been a human slave since childhood, killed countless of us and escaped."

"Now, they have returned, and the beasts and the undead have come together to maim our people, to encroach on our land, and to break apart what we have defended."

"You say, what are we going to do?"

"Blood revenge will be avenged!"

Guided by the armoured man, the living shouted the same oath as we did - blood feud will be avenged, which may be the source of the Horde and the Alliance's eternal peace, there is too much hatred on both sides.

For a while, the crowd reached a state of extreme excitement, and the shouting could not be stopped for a long time.

There was a hint of a smile in the armor man's eyes, and it took a while for him to raise his hands and press them down slightly, and suddenly, the crowd fell silent again.

"That's right, blood revenge will be avenged, and now is the time for us to take revenge, these filthy and ugly bastards will be purified in fire and butcher knives."

"Now I declare that revenge has officially begun."

The armored man shouted the last words with all his might, but the mutation happened at this moment, and just as the armored man finished speaking, a wail came from the crowd.

"Child, is that you? My son, you are not dead, God, thank the Light! ”

With a wail, a ruined man rose out of the crowd and quickly came to the pile of wood, shouting at a walking corpse tied to a stake.

The walking corpse raised his head when he heard the sound, and looked at the ruined man with cloudy gray eyes, and after just one glance, he froze, and muttered, "Father, father, why are you here?" The walking corpse struggled as he spoke, but it was so ridiculous that he struggled with no limbs.

"Old John, he's not your son, he's an undead, a downright despicable undead, you hurry back." The armored man on the stone platform showed a hint of annoyance on his face and reprimanded loudly.

That's right, the spoiler is the old John who met his dead son on the way here and is going to join the army, "No, he is my son, I know everything about my son, I know that he is my son." Before he could finish speaking, old John jumped on the pile and held his son tightly in his arms, his eyes showing distress and ...... Happy.

"Please, Mayor, spare him, I promise he won't do anything bad in the future." Old John begged for mercy from the man in armor.

"Damn, you actually hugged the walking corpse, damn, you were infected by the plague. Come, tie old John to a stake, and he must be purified. (To be continued.) )