1:362 Disclosure in the Dark (1)

At night, the territory of the Vicious Fangs.

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The sound of belly screaming made Bediwell unhappy for a while.

"Hehe, you're hungry already?" said the tiger boy Albert walked in with a plate, which he held in front of Bedwell and grabbed a piece of scone from the plate to eat.

Bedi looked at the so-called scones in a depressed manner. It was made of wheat bran that was too coarse to be coarse, and in human shijie, this material was used to feed livestock, but the little tiger in front of him was able to eat it with relish, and Bediwell couldn't help but admire the magical taste of the other party.

He grabbed a piece of scone and ate it, and it was hard to chew, and it tasted like chewing wax. Weishenme Albert can eat so deliciously

"What's the matter, it's not delicious?" said the tiger boy, "I know you're used to eating delicious food in human shijie, but what we have here is such coarse grain. It's good to be able to eat one meal a day. Be patient. "This guy was able to say something like that calmly. This is still the patriarch's house, and if it were a commoner's house, the situation would be even worse.

Living conditions in the dark regions have never been ideal. But it's never been so bad. It seems that the orcs' patience has reached its limit, and they are indeed in a desperate situation where they will starve to death if they do not fight.

Bediwell's mood grew heavier. He also gradually lost his confidence, and felt that it was impossible to persuade the patriarchs.

However, the right thing to do is to try again. Giving up without trying is not Bediwell's style.

"So—" asked the werewolf boy, munching on the unpalatable scones, "aren't you going to tell me about the massacre in Egypt ten years ago, what happened in Egypt in 508 A.D.?" "You haven't finished your adventure, are you, and you're in such a hurry to ask me for [reward]?" Albert had a puzzled smile on his face.

"I've been telling you stories all day, isn't that enough?!" Bediwell was a little impatient.

"The first half asks me to help arrange the payment for your meeting with the elephant chief, and the second half is the payment for the Egyptian massacre, right?"

"Tsk, whatever you want!" said Bedwell, who hurriedly finished his scones and lay down on his bed, "Come back tomorrow, then." I don't want to tell a story anymore, so I'll take a break today. "What's that?" Albert was in a hurry, and his meow increased significantly, "Don't sleep, hurry up and finish the story! I still wait to hear how Arthur meows to duel with that Grand Duke of Leondugens!" Albert, this kid is simply an ignorant little ghost, this kid keeps circling around Bedi, it's really annoying.

He lay motionless on the bed, with his back to Albert, thinking that this would make the boy retreat. Who knew that guy had been pulling the werewolf boy's tail.

Pull it. Pull it again.

(The fire is big.) Pull it, pull it again.

(Super hot.) "Damn!Stop me!!" Bediwell jumped up from the bed, "Don't bother me to sleep!Get out of here!" "How is that possible!" The tiger boy Albert laughed mischievously, "I was ordered to watch over you, and of course I was going to keep an eye on you twenty-four hours a day." "You must be kidding me—" A day of pestering this annoying creature had already driven Bedeville crazy. You've been pestering this guy all the time you've been captive?

"What's the matter, don't you have to look at me so plaintively?" asked Albert, puzzled. He had no idea how annoying he was, "Besides, you're telling me to get out? "Oh, I'm sorry to take up your room. Bediwell said helplessly.

He couldn't help but look at the small room again. At first he thought it was some kind of prison cell. It was dark and musty, and there was no furniture except a small bed, a table, a chair, and a small sofa.

Albert lives his life in this humble little room.

Unbelievable. This guy doesn't live a human life at all. weishenme: How else can he be so optimistic?

"So be it. Albert saw that Bedi was still sulking there (he had misunderstood), and quickly explained, "Give you some reward - let's go to the hot springs." "Hot springs?" Ten minutes later, Bediwell was escorted by two tiger guards and followed the tiger boy Albert to the side of a small hill.

Before he could get close, the werewolf boy's sensitive nose could smell the sulfur.

When he arrived at his destination, Bedi saw that it was a small natural hot spring pool of one acre square. Illuminated by torches, the water is turquoise and emits hot steam.

"Originally, water was a precious resource in the dark regions. Albert came to the pool and commanded the two guards to stand guard by the pool, and he himself had jumped into the pool while undressing, "But this natural hot spring has become our bathhouse. Everyone in the village can enjoy comfortable hot water, which is a special treatment that no other village has, hehe-why don't you come and take a soak?" Bedi looked at the steaming steam coming from the hot pool, and he thought about it again, he hadn't bathed all day, and his body smelled of sweat. He took off his clothes and jumped into the hot spring pool.

"Heh" hot water makes Beddy Veld feel relaxed and happy. The smell of sulfur irritates the nose but also has a refreshing effect. The werewolf boy rested on the stone by the pool, which was warmed by hot water, warming the werewolf boy's back.

"You really want to hear about the old things that happened ten years ago, and I can't tell you. Albert also lay down with his back to the rocks by the pool, and said, "But I don't think you'll like to hear it." "Don't beat around the bush, speak quickly. Bediwell said angrily, although there are hot springs to enjoy, it does not mean that he has been bribed by the other party like this.

"Okay," the tiger boy sighed, his white tiger fur sticking to locks under the wetness of the hot water, and the water kept dripping down, making him look like a poor soup cat.

"Ten years ago, a group of migrants from the Tigers, Greeks and Romani migrated to northern Africa. The reason is simple, the land in the dark areas is becoming poorer and more uninhabitable. If we don't find a new colony soon, all orcs will starve to death.

They spent several months establishing villages in the wilderness of the lower Nile basin in the hope that they would be able to grow and thrive.

However, the Pharaoh of Egypt, Ptolemy XXI, insisted that the wasteland belonged to the Kingdom of Egypt, and he sent officers and soldiers to drive away the orcs, constantly causing trouble.

The village that the orcs spent a lot of effort to build, I thought I would be able to live and work in peace, but I didn't expect to be hit like this. Of course, they will not be convinced, and Zuihou will turn into a conflict.

After dozens of clashes between the Egyptian army and the orcs, the army finally slaughtered the village. Bediwell stared at Albert's face. It was late at night, and the tigerman boy's face was gloomy like a ghost reflected in the light of the torches, and the werewolf boy could see the resentment on the other party's face.

"Is it really that the Egyptian army is so bad that they kill everyone in the village?" asked Bedivel in a low voice, his voice mixed with the bleak night wind.

"They don't just slaughter villages. Albert also whispered, "You know meow, the kingdom of Egypt was in a downturn—and they are now—and the Pharaoh didn't really want the land to be cultivated by the orcs.

There were three thousand five hundred and seventy-two orcs in the village, and the pharaoh wanted them all. Pharaoh planned to capture all the villagers and sell them as slaves, which would bring a considerable amount of income to the treasury.

Therefore, even if the orcs tried to abandon the village, the Egyptian army still refused to let it go, and they surrounded the coastline with warships to prevent the orcs from leaving.

The Pioneer Regiment had little combat effectiveness at that time, and was a group of farmers and craftsmen. They were easily arrested by the Egyptian government.

The 3,572 people, including my brother Robert, committed suicide in prison by biting their tongues for the sake of Zuihou's dignity and not being enslaved by humans. The tiger boy looked at Beddyville, "You know meow, this is the truth of history - but it's far from over!" There was a fire of hatred burning in his eyes. He swallowed.

What he was going to say next would be even more appalling than what he had said before.