The guard received De Jong's order and turned around and used the key to open the door to the prison. Arthas's gaze shifted to his cell.

Perhaps for security reasons, the prison was not equipped with torches or torches; However, the number of braziers outside the cell was enough to give an unobstructed view of the entire cell.

An orc, gigantic -- larger than any orc Arthas ever seen -- stood in a corner of the prison in a stumbling corner.

I don't know if the creature slept after being escorted into the dungeon, but it was standing there now, shackled on its hands and feet, long iron locks extending from the walls, and the ends hanging from spikes that were deeply nailed into the walls.

Arthas noticed that the orc was also observing him, its eyes did not look clear, bloodshot, and somewhat cloudy, but they were not the blood-red color of the other orcs.

As the orc's gaze swept over him, Arthas could clearly see a mocking smile on the corner of its mouth—though Arthas didn't know what it was laughing at.

"Your Royal Highness, Prince Arthas, for the sake of my duty, I must remind you once again that you must never come within ten steps of this orc." As Alsace walked into the cell, De Jong followed him and gave him a thousand instructions.

"Don't worry, Lord De Jong, my safety is assured." Arthas smiled and replied, "If you may, I hope you can find two chairs for me, and for this lady, and of course, for yourself." We're probably going to have to stay here for a long time. ”

De Jong did not attend last night's military meeting in its entirety, nor did he arrive at Fadil Bay with the human army as a chief of the palace guard. No one had informed him of the Alliance's plans for the next battle, so he didn't know that Frostmourn's current identity was that of a powerful Frost Mage.

Alsace's calm expression made De Jong feel a little headache; With a wave of his hand, he motioned for the palace guards to bring in the chairs outside the cell, while he himself followed Arthas without leaving - if the little prince was frightened at the sight of the orc, De Jong was a little more reassured; His unfazed appearance made De Jong think that he was likely to make some strange and dangerous move.

The guards quickly moved chairs. At De Jong's command, the hem was far away from the orc; Arthas didn't care too much, and went straight to a chair and sat down; Frostmourn had been in a daze for nothing until then, and saw that Arthas had sat down. She hurriedly trotted two steps, moved another chair to Arthas, and sat down next to her master.

Although the guards also brought chairs for De Jong, De Jong still stood by Alsace's side with trepidation. I thought for a moment that the little prince would walk up to the orc out of curiosity. I must stop him in time.

"You speak the lingua franca, don't you?" Arthas asked, looking at the orc, who was staring at him.

There was no response, and although the contempt and disdain could be seen in the orc's gaze, it was not expressed in words.

"To be honest, I'm actually surprised by your ...... Wisdom, though I'm not used to praising an orc with such words. "Arthas speaks slowly, because he's not sure what the orc's lingua franca has reached, and he doesn't know if he can understand himself." But I have to admit that you are scheming. It really works, and if it goes the way you envision it - in fact, you almost succeed - we humans are already in danger. ”

"Whew!" Although the orc still didn't speak, Arthas let out a chuckle at the sound of it—still full of disdain.

"You must be thinking that the words that came out of the mouth of a human child like me are not convincing at all, are you?" Arthas continued to speak to himself, "I am interested to know how the human moles got in touch with you, or how you learned of the dwarves' hangovers on the feast of wine; I guess you'd be curious to know how you failed, right? ”

"How...... Failed? The orc finally spoke, its voice hoarse, but the accent of the lingua franca was so standard that it was impossible to tell that it was not its native language without its hideous and ugly appearance.

De Jong was startled when he saw that the orc finally reacted, and his right hand couldn't help but wipe the hilt of the sword at his waist - this guy was still unconscious when he was escorted back, and it is said that he woke up several times during the escort, but was knocked unconscious by several paladins who were traveling with him.

When the orc woke up in the dungeon, De Jong once came to take a look, but at that time this guy was very quiet, and he didn't react to its situation, so De Jong didn't do much, and thought that it had been beaten stupid by those hairy paladins, but he didn't expect it to still be able to speak.

Arthas met the orc's terrifying gaze at him without flinching, still with a harmless smile on his face: "That's right—why did those cavalrymen appear under Riptide Castle, how were your lair destroyed in Grimbaatar, and how did that giant red dragon come to the battlefield and break up your army...... Don't you want to know this qiē? If you want to know, then let's make a deal - I sue you what you want to know, you sue me what I want to know, and the two do not owe each other, each has its own place; What do you think of this building? Ogrim? Hammer of ruined miè? ”

Compared to his own pile of ceremonial nonsense, Arthas could clearly see that his last sentence really shook the determined mind of the orc.

It can be seen that the cloudy eyeballs began to become clear, and the fierce light emitted was sharper; "You know my name? Gremlin? ”

"That's right, Orgrim, I don't just know your name, I also know a lot about you orcs, like Neozu, like Draenor, like Guldan, like ...... Frostwolf Clan. The smile on Arthas's face grew more and more eerie, and he found himself enjoying the process of playing with other people's minds.

De Jong stood a little behind Artace's side, and the little prince's words confused him; However, De Jong did not see Arthas's expression at this time, otherwise, between Arthas and the orc, who is the demon and who is the persecuted, there must be a subversive answer in his heart. (To be continued......)