In the end, John Sr. did not escape the fate of being burned by the flames, and he was buried in the fire along with his son and four other walking corpses.

The moment the flames were raised, Old John smiled and laughed merrily, and the crowd erupted in a burst of screams, their contorted faces making them look extremely ugly.

The flame is extinguished, and all dust is returned to dust.

Then, there is the "redemption" of the three orcs, skinning cramps, cutting intestines and stomachs, and a thousand knives are really happening, bloody and cruel, during which some priests continue to use holy light to renew their lives, and the whole square is filled with the roars and angry curses of the orcs.

Before the orcs died, we left, not because we were alone, but at the moment when the fire was lit, some people left the square one after another, and the living were not all crazy, some of them were sensible and some had good intentions.

Leaving the square, Winster led us into a small roadside inn, which used to be a small house, but which has been converted into an inn since the outbreak of the plague and the influx of more and more people into the town of Hillsbrad.

The inn is a small two-story brick and wood building, with only four cottages on the second floor being rented out as guest rooms, and the first floor is the dining room, kitchen, and the main family's resting place.

We were lucky, when we came to the hotel, the only three passengers in the hotel were checking out, in order to be quiet, Winster simply rented all four rooms, paid the money, we went upstairs in turn, during which no one said half a word of nonsense, at this time, everyone's mood is very heavy, the tragedy on the square is still vivid, the painful wail is still echoing in the ears, who is in the mood.

Winster, Carroll, and Bradrick each went into a cabin, and Godor followed me into the last room, and I looked at him helplessly, and then fell asleep.

"Little man, little man!"

In a trance, I was woken up by Goddor, and looked out the window, the position of the sun was the same as when we entered, apparently, I had only slept for a few minutes, and it seemed that the tragedy in Hillsbrad had hurt me quite a lot.

"What's wrong, Godor?" I rolled over and turned my face to Goddor, who was sitting on the ground.

"Little man, why are the living so bad, why did they burn those walking corpses and skin off the three green-skinned guys?" Godor asked weakly.

"Are you afraid of the living?" I answered the question and turned the conversation to the side.

Goddor's eyes were a little evasive, but he still said under my gaze: "Afraid, they look terrifying, more terrifying than walking corpses, ghosts, skeletons. ”

Looking at Godor with a frightened face, I was a little choked for a while, some unarmed farmers and civilians actually scared Godor who had reached the fifth order of strength into scaring Godor like this, I really don't know whether to say that Godor is cowardly or cruel to the living, or that the human heart is the most terrifying thing?

"In fact, if you go to the battlefield, you can clean up half of them." I said.

"Ah, really? Can I really take down all those living people? Godor asked in surprise.

Although Godor understands a small half as all, I don't want to correct him anything, anyway, when I see an abomination, a thousand civilians and one or two hundred civilians behave similarly, and the main thing now is to reforge Godor's confidence.

"Of course, don't look at them shouting happily in the square, but on the battlefield, they are all soft-footed shrimp."

"Quack, that's good, that's good." Godor smiled, the corners of his mouth almost reaching the back of his head, and there was no such thing as an abomination or the majesty that a mighty man more than two meters tall should have.

Somehow, Godor's happiness was also infected with me, watching Godor laugh, I couldn't help laughing, suddenly, the gloomy mood was half reduced, lying on the bed and kicking Goddor, and said angrily: "What, aren't you afraid now?" ”

"Quack, I'm still a little scared now, but I'm not as scared as I was just now, and I believe that I will definitely defeat the living under the leadership of His Majesty."

"Stop giggling and go to bed."

"I can't sleep!"

"Hard sleep!"

"What is hard sleep?"

"Nima, don't you bother."

"It's not annoying!"

"Alright, don't be embarrassed by Godor anymore, let him sleep, you might as well kill him."

Suddenly, Winster's voice came from outside the door, and the door was pushed open, and Winster, Carroll, and Bradrick walked in together.

"Why are you here?" I asked, surprised.

"Hee-hee, like Goddor, can't sleep." Carol grimaced and laughed.

Winster shrugged and said, "Actually, we were woken up by the two of you, but we don't mind the noise between the two of you. ”

"That's right! It's heartening to hear some laughter in such a depressing environment. Bradrick said.

Well, after a long time, everyone's depression was cured by Goddor, and I don't know whether to say that Godor has a peculiar temperament or whether to say that Godor is stupid and cute and naïve, or that stupid people have stupid blessings, and foolish people have their own happiness?

"I've given you credit today, hey, it's a reward for you." Flicking a dead air mass the size of a little finger into Goddor's mouth, Godor immediately fell silent, his eyes showing a hint of intoxication.

Winster came to the window, pushed the window open, took a deep breath of fresh air, and said: "War is like this, either you die or I die, the only difference is that the way of dying is different, today they are captives of the living, and they are tortured to death by the living, and tomorrow, we will also take the living captive, and then kill them in another way." For example, we came to Hillsbrad to poison them, and then bring a large number of Forsaken into the town, kill their mayor, burn their grain and grass, and ...... Massacre their population. ”

In the end, Winster's face was a little hideous, but he quickly regained his composure, and said: "So, this is war, very bloody and cruel, but we have to face it, because hatred has gone deep into our bones." ”

As much as I wanted to contradict Winster, the living and the dead are one family, and the tribes and alliances should not be like this, but every time I was about to say something, a scene appeared in the square before my eyes, the fire of wood, pine oil, and the forsaken, the screams of the orcs, the screams of the living, and the piercing of the sword cutting through the skin, and the symphony of them constantly hitting my heart, and I could not put it all into words.

This is hatred, or war, or race strife!

However, for the sake of the Horde, for the sake of the Forsaken, and for the sake that I and my friends would not suffer the same tragedy as today after being captured, I will put away the mercy in my heart until the living are completely defeated. (To be continued.) )