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Anyway, when Tiffany woke up, she didn't see Vivien, which made her feel glad that at least, the two of them hadn't fallen into the hands of the orcs together.

Tiffany was not so glad for what happened next, though, because when she got up as she lay on the ground, she saw the orcs ......

They are raping/raping Mary, the beasts, and they are ravaging Tiffany's companions.

Mary let out an earth-shattering cry as an orc, about to catch up with two Mary's bodies, was roughly pinning Mary to the ground.

Mary's clothes had already been torn to tatters, revealing a large area of fair skin; She and the orc were both roaring, but Mary's roar was full of pain, while the orc's roar was more like a beast.

Tiffany hadn't experienced a man/woman, but she knew a little; Although she could not see the part of the orc's body that had joined Mary's body from her vantage point, Tiffany could be sure that the beasts were bullying her companions, and that after that, it would be her turn—as mentioned in the poems and biographies about war sung by the bards.

Tiffany tried to get up and run away, but soon an orc noticed her movements and rushed at her.

Tiffany felt that her feet were weak, as if she had a serious illness, and she couldn't move at all.

Soon, Tiffany was captured by the orc; In fear and despair, Tiffany closed her eyes tightly and sat down on the ground, waiting for the same fate as Mary.

However, the orcs didn't do anything to Tiffany—they took turns tossing and turning on Mary, venting on the ******* they didn't know they had been accumulating for centuries, and the wait was long and terrible, until the last orc got up from Mary's body, and Tiffany noticed that her companion had stopped screaming for some time.

Knowing where the courage and strength came from, Tiffany struggled to get up from the ground and staggered to Mary's side.

Mary was dying, her eyes were red and swollen, and there was a mess between her legs; His arms and thighs were covered in blood, wounds from the orcs rubbing against the ground.

Mary's face was covered with tears and mud, and Tiffany cupped Mary's cheeks with trembling hands, and watched as she quickly turned cold in her own arms - Mary, killed by the orcs, in the most humiliating way possible.

Tiffany sobbed under her breath, for Mary, for the rest of her companions, and for the future she didn't know what the future would hold—Holy Light, had you abandoned Stormwind? Why do good people suffer such a miserable end?

An orc walked up to her—Tiffany wrapped her arms around Mary's body, glaring at the invader.

Tiffany hadn't learned anything about fighting, but she could promise that if the orc dared to put a part of his body, whatever part it was, she would bite it and never let go until they cut off her head.

But the orc didn't do anything to Tiffany, to be exact, he didn't do the same thing to Tiffany as Mary.

As if Tiffany hadn't seen Tiffany at all, the orc crouched down and put a thick finger on Mary's neck, paused for a moment, then stood up, let out a loud growl at the other orc, and said something.

Tiffany couldn't understand the orcs, all she knew was that the orc was angry, and the one who was reprimanded seemed to be the last to get up from Mary.

Later, Tiffany was dragged from the ground by the orcs, one dragging a dead horse—the poor brute, whose companions had fled as fast as they had in the previous slaughter, but it was one step slower.

The two orcs sandwiched Tiffany in the middle, dragging her body like north; Tiffany struggled, cursing - though she could only utter the slightest swear words like "bastard" and "brute" - but could not stop the orcs.

Tiffany could only drift away from the orcs, and she looked back at the place where Mary, Richard, and the other companions were scattered.

The brutes—Tiffany twisted her head in anger, trying to bite the arm of the orc next to her with her mouth; But the other party was wearing hard armor, and there was no possibility of Tiffany's revenge.

Dragged away for an unknown amount of time, Tiffany almost passed out again - she hadn't eaten in a long time before encountering this group of orcs - there was not enough food in the group, and Richard and the others had already killed two horses.

Until Tiffany saw a camp—a camp full of orcs.

The camp is surrounded by low, jagged wooden stakes that barely distinguish the inside and outside of the camp; There were two rudimentary towers at the entrance to the camp, but Tiffany didn't see the lookout sentries on them.

The orc soldiers led Tiffany through the entrance to the camp, and Tiffany noticed the terrifying sight in the camp - it was full of orcs.

These huge, green, savage races stopped what they were doing and circled around Tiffany.

The orc beside Tiffany yelled loudly, using the huge battle axe in his hand—the axe that had cleaved Richard's body not long ago, before they raped Mary, and part of the latter still hung from the jagged blade—to drive away the other orcs.

The orcs dragged Tiffany towards the interior of the camp, where she saw more orcs; These guys cook their food over campfires and crockpots just like humans, but Tiffany will never forget the crimes they committed against their fellows.

Brutes, these brutes—Tiffany cursed in her heart—sooner or later, the people of the North will kill you all, avenge Richard, Mary.

Soon, however, Tiffany realized that she needed to think about herself, because the orcs didn't seem to be able to wait for the human kingdom in the north to come to her.

Tiffany, who had accidentally fallen, was almost dragged around a dark hill to a pigsty-like place—Tiffany had never seen a pigsty before, but she had a hunch that it should be such a dirty, foul-smelling place.

Tiffany was dragged by the orcs into a small shed made of canvas with piles of hay; She was slammed against the hay, and as she exhaled in pain, Tiffany seemed to see a burning gaze in the orcs' eyes.

The brutes—Tiffany couldn't help but give a cold shiver—the bunch, the bunch, they didn't let go of their thoughts; They would still treat themselves the same way they treated Mary, only in a different place.