Gersh sat on the Black Iron Throne, "I'm going to have to melt this off," He stroked the handrail of a bear claw, and said that in the halls where Morton Donkray and Berdwin Donkray, and the hundreds of lords of Thundercastle had been entertained, the hearth was still burning, but the smell and the gray smoke could make a person with a normal sense of smell vomit, and the orcs had a keen sense of smell, but they were used to it, and they liked it, because it meant that they had abundant and favorite food—that is, humans. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Even the bones that had been sucked clean were thrown into the flames, only to hear a thud, and then the grease that attached to them crackled, and the bones turned charred and gray - a practice that would have been considered too extravagant in any previous winter, and most of the bones were to be crushed and swallowed except for a few orc warriors, priests, and tribal leaders, but now they had food. Soon after the monsters invaded the royal capital, as the warlocks had said, one by one, their bellies burst out, and fresh flesh flowed out of it, rinsing off the acid-etched liquid on it, and it was still delicious - some young orcs who were not yet able to get the treatment of samurai were looking for this kind of meat to eat, they were not qualified to hunt in this stone wilderness as the orthodox orc warriors, and the orc warriors, with their sharp noses, sought for and captured those humans- Fatter and more delicate meat than the slaves they had previously exchanged from the merchants.

They will also face a slight resistance, but here are all the orc warriors gathered after Gersh exterminated dozens of tribes, large and small, they may not all be from the same tribe, but they are all slaves of King Gersh, they are not allowed to fight each other, and they also have to respond to the calls of their companions, so there are only a handful of humans who can get away with it.

"What's going on?" Gersh heard a sudden commotion outside, and then he saw his priest hurriedly let go of a girl's arm and run over, "Is it my warriors who are fighting for meat?"

"We now have a lot of meat," said the priest, "the hypocrites of the white robes." They hid the human beings in their chambers and in their halls. ”

Gersh looked at Rika, and the red-robed warlock only made a gesture of impotence, "This is not within the scope of the Covenant." His Majesty Gersh. He said, with the kind of smile that tickled Gersh's paws.

"I can pay more," Gersh rudely pulled the symbol of Norman kingship in the Highlands from under his ass, "How about this?"

Ricka was visibly moved, but she was sorry that even the young Red Dragon Lady couldn't cross the Celestial Dictionary he wouldn't try, "No," he glanced at with an extremely obvious look of longing, "I can't do it." But. He said, "You don't get in the way, do you?"

He couldn't move, the young red dragon couldn't move because the red dragon didn't want to attract the attention of too many gods, of course, although the believers got the answer that Gredi was the god of fertility and marriage, but both priesthoods could be said to have been snatched from Flo, and she had not yet received the final recognition. The Grenadas can wage war, they can slaughter mortals, they can invade enemy territory, but they can't destroy or desecrate temples and sanctuaries, unless Gredi is ready to become enemies with that god, but orcs and Kawuha hardly have this trouble, anyway, there are enough enemies of Kawuha, and destroying the worldly dwelling of the hostile god Kawuha will only be rewarded by this brutal god.

Gersh knew, of course, that he was just trying to extort more from the Grenada, "then make a sacrifice to the venerable Kawula," Gersh said, "to thank him for the victory he bestowed upon us." ”

In the royal court, in gratitude for the protection of the orcs, the orcs had "arranged" a huge altar - they had uprooted the lilacs and other trees, and slaughtered innocent humans directly on the gray and yellow rocky ground and black earth, the blood flowed into the crevices of the stone slabs or the soil, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and viscera, and the priest walked over with a clatter, and the blood did not reach his feet. He passed on Gersh's will to the other priests, who were probably watching over them, and they were soon answered, and their divine power was poured into the deerskin tubes on which they raised poisonous insects, and the insects buzzed and crawled out, their bodies three times larger than before, and their wings opened to make it difficult for even the orc's hands to hold.

At the behest of their masters, the insects flew straight into the enemy's sanctuaries and temples, and at first they thought they were birds, but by the time they saw what they were, they had already been stung by them—almost all of them were children, and the stinging needles of the poisonous insects were like a long, thin dagger, and from the top of the head, from the back, from the arms, and the child's body immediately swelled and turned pale at the same time—because their blood was almost sucked clean.

The panicked people did not even bother with the persuasion of the priests, and frantically avoided the poisonous insects, but there were too many of them to enter the crowded rooms, and the unfortunate ones, driven by the poisonous insects, rushed blindly out of the only shelter, where the orcs were waiting for the rabbits.

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Farther away, in the city-state of Dragonhill captured by the Greanda legion, the humans hiding in the temples and sanctuaries were much luckier, and although the young Red Dragon Lady still had a trace of unquenchable anger, she was still only the daughter of the Red Dragon Gredi, and she knew that her mother would never forgive a person who acted rashly. Since she had given the decree explicitly, they must put an end to another conflict with the followers of the other gods, at least, before Gredi could obtain the fruit of glory.

Red Dragon even decided not to follow Cremar anymore if he could come back. She'd done enough for her pair of eggs, and they weren't important enough for her to give up her honor and her life.

But she couldn't help but guess her mother's intentions...... Anyway, hopefully her new lover is just talking about intimidation - is a dragonborn of conflicting bloodlines really that important?

The red dragon changed one of his claws, dragged his jaw, and continued to think. (To be continued.) )