"Sister Vera!"

Althea's face turned red all of a sudden, and she glanced at Vera in disgust, and then quickly looked at Marlon, and found that he was also looking at her, so she quickly lowered her head again, and wrung her fingers under the dining table intently. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"That's right, Marlon...... I heard you were going to torture that orc? How's that, any useful news? ”

Vera chuckled at Althea's shy appearance, then diverted the topic and chatted with Marlon - although she was only a woman, Vera and the orcs had a grudge against her husband, and she had no sympathy for Marlon for torturing the orcs.

"Nothing useful...... That orc's mouth is so hard, I've already cut him off...... In short, nothing has come of it. ”

Marlon wanted to say that he had cut off all the toes of the orc, but when he thought that Vera and Althea were women after all, and that he was still eating, it was disgusting to think of such a thing, so he dismissed it lightly.

"But Chief Lothar...... I think maybe the orc really didn't know anything...... He's been beaten like that, why shouldn't he speak? ”

Robin, who had not spoken, suddenly put down the wooden bowl in his hand and said to Marlon - Robin was not sympathetic to the orc, but he witnessed Marlon's torture of the orc, and felt that under such torture, it was difficult to hide any secrets.

"No...... The orc must know something. ”

Malone shook his head and said.

"But ......"

Robin still tried to convince Malone - he thought Malone was a little too persistent; After seeing Marlon's madness and indifference when torturing the orcs, Robin even felt a little palpitation—it wasn't at all like the enthusiastic and bold Lothar chief he knew.

"Well, I'll explain...... Do you remember the insignia on the orc's shoulder? The thing that looks like a tattoo? ”

Seeing that Robin had questions about his words, Malone thought about it and felt that it would be better to explain, so he also put down the wooden bowl with clear water and said to Robin seriously.

"Kind of impression...... Is that tattoo an important pattern? ”

Robin recalled, then nodded and asked.

"That's right, the emblem...... It is the symbol of one of the largest clans among the orcs. ”

As he spoke, Malone dipped his finger in a little water and drew a simple pattern on the table—a black, angular rock with a barbed ring behind it.

"What clan?"

Robin hurriedly asked—he didn't expect his Lothar chief to know so much about the orcs—could it be the information that the orc had just confessed?

The more Robin thought about it, the more he thought it was possible—after all, he didn't understand orc, he didn't know what the orc was saying, but Chief Lothar had said that he knew orc, and although he didn't know where he learned it, he certainly understood.

"The Blackstone Clan, that is the largest clan among the orcs, most of the orcs who invaded our country are from this clan, of course, there are some other clans."

Malone replied.

"And this kind of thing!"

Robin wanted to take a little notebook out and write down everything Malone said—for the first time, he was so unconfident in his memory.

"Of the orcs Paul and I encountered at the edge of the twilight forest, only this one had this tattoo on it, and the other orcs all had different tattoos on him, and must have come from other clans."

"The Great Chief of the Orcs, and the Chief of the Blackstone Clan, Orgrim Doomhammer, who distrusts the Orcs of the other clans; So, if we want to know anything useful, the Blackstone Orcs are the only option. ”

"The army of orcs has left, and their chieftain will definitely try to keep the orcs of other clans behind, and then send a small number of clansmen to supervise them; So...... This Blackstone orc should have a high standing in the orc army left behind in Stormwind, and he definitely knows what we want. ”

Marlon said a long sentence, then stopped and moistened his throat with water - which is why he left only this orc alive - if this blackstone orc did not have the information he wanted, it was impossible for the orcs of the other clans to know.

"I see...... But, Sir Lothar, the orc's bones are so hard, what method should we use to pry his mouth open? ”

Robin finally understood why Marlon was so obsessed with the orc, but then he began to worry about how to pry the orc's mouth open.

In the previous torture, Marlon did pry open the orc's mouth, and knocked out most of the orc's teeth one by one with the tools Robin borrowed from the blacksmith old Nelson in Nighttown, and the blood that flowed out was already too much for the orc to speak—as soon as he spoke, the blood in his mouth would make a sound similar to a splash like a fountain.

Of course, even then, even if Marlon even sawed off one of the orc's large fangs, it didn't make him say anything useful - Robin didn't understand the orc, he didn't know which words the orc was useful and which didn't, he only knew what Chief Lothar told him.

"It's useless to just hit that orc; If we don't break that will in his heart, we'll never get what we want. ”

Malone spoke.

"But...... How? ”

Robin didn't understand what Malone was saying—what will, what crush, whatever—he just wanted to know what he was supposed to do.

"Remember the clear water I asked you to prepare?"

Marlon thought for a moment, then said to Robin.

"Of course I do...... Do we need more salt? ”

Robin nodded, then asked—the bucket of brine had been used up for the most part, but the orc still hadn't spoken...... Could it be that more salt water can do this?

"Eat it, you're done...... You'll find out. ”

Marlon didn't say much, just silently broke a small piece of bread, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly, while looking at the wooden bowl in front of him with some distraction, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I see."

Robin nodded, drank the water from the bowl, then grabbed another piece of bread from his plate and gulped down the salty bacon.

Hopefully, the CIA's favorite method of torture against terrorists will work on orcs, otherwise how can I break his will? Force him to not sleep for a few days? It's a good idea, it's just too slow.

- Marlon was slowly eating bread while thinking in his heart.