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At this time, the orc king was sitting in the center of the lair, and a group of orcs gathered around him.

They stare at the dwarves in their cages as if they were looking at food and toys, their expressions excited and joyful, and their mouths singing strange and ugly songs.

The voices of the orcs, like charcoal burning through their throats, were sharp and piercing, sounding utterly tormental, yet they enjoyed themselves, even singing and dancing:

Jingle bell, knock throat! Knock, smash!

Hammers and pliers! Sledgehammers and gongs!

Boom, boom, in that deep underground!

Heh, heh! Brat!

Whew, smack! Whip the whip!

Beat hard, fight hard! Crying, screaming!

Work, work! See who dares to be lazy,

Only orcs can drink, only orcs can laugh......

The Orc King sat on his throne, his mouth full of rotten teeth, laughing, his gaze resting on the leader of this dwarven band, Thorin Oak Shield.

"Thorin, son of Thorein, has an old friend of yours offering you a bounty for your head, and he has offered a very good price."

The Orc King rose from his throne, its bloated body larger than the two orcs, and its terrifying power far superior to that of the orcs.

Wearing a crown of bone on top of its head, and holding a wooden staff with a skull tucked into the top, it was a symbol of power and strength, and he could either order the orcs to do anything for it or crush the head of any enemy with a single club.

"Old friend, I don't have any old friends."

Solin was locked in the cage, still maintaining the same appearance as before, and said slowly, twisting the rope that bound his hands, looking for an opportunity to escape from the cage.

The orc king waved his cane, lightly tapped the cage that held Suolin, and said softly: "Don't be in a hurry to deny it, he is very affectionate to you, and even on the published bounty, it is specifically stated that only your head is needed."

Solo Lin chuckled twice: "It seems that I have provoked some cowardly rats, and I only dare to issue a reward, but I dare not stand in front of me myself."

With that, Thorin's nimble hands had loosened some of the ropes, and if he was given a little more time, he would be able to break free from the ropes.

The orc king stretched out his hand, fiddled with the pile of weapons, and replied casually: "You should know him, it's your old enemy, the half-orc riding the white wolf......"

"No way, Azog the Destroyer is dead." Thorin's struggling hand suddenly stopped, and he replied slowly, "It was dead in the Great War a long time ago."

"You didn't witness his death, did you, Thorin Oakshield." The movement of the half-orc king's hand stopped, turned his head to look at Suo Lin above, and said with a laugh.

Suddenly, an orc standing next to it screamed, as if it had seen something terrible.

The Orc King turned his head, with a bit of disgust in his eyes, and looked at the half-orc, "Don't bother me to talk, don't you understand?" ”

The orc nodded hurriedly, covering his mouth with both hands, his expression was still dull with fear in his eyes, and then he slowly let go of a hand and pointed at the pile of weapons that the orc king had wielded.

"There, there......"

These weapons are all divine weapons created by the High Elves at the beginning, and one of them is extremely famous among the orcs.

It is called Octist, and it slays the sword of the orcs, and the orcs generally call it the bite sword. They hated the sword, and they hated the man who carried it.

At one point, this weapon killed hundreds of half-orcs.

They had nothing but hatred and anger at the weapon, eager to destroy it, and of course, a little bit of fear, very little.

When the orc king saw this sword, his eyes became complicated, he turned to look at Zorin, and said in a low voice: "Originally, I planned to hand you over to Azog, and he would kill you himself, maybe he could get more bounty. Now, I guess I can't wait. ”

"Put him down and bite him! Shred him! Kill this damn dwarf! The Orc King suddenly roared loudly, and the wooden staff in his hand pointed hard at Suolin, directing the group of orcs to move.

The orcs rushed up, grabbed the chains with both hands and pulled hard, the hinges sounded, and the cage holding Thorin fell.

Seeing this scene, Solin's expression became a little anxious, the rope was still too tight, and it would take him a lot of time to untie it, but unfortunately he didn't have that much time anymore.

With a bang, the cage slammed into the ground, kicking up a large puff of smoke and dust, blocking the view of the group of orcs.

Seeing the smoke and dust coming to his face, the half-orc king couldn't help coughing twice, retreated a few steps back, and waved the wooden staff in his hand: "Up, kill him!"

Under its command, the orcs rushed to the cage in the center of the house in the face of the smoke.

A scream rang out, but it didn't sound like the screams of Thorin Oakshield, but the familiar screams of orcs.

When the orc king heard these screams, his expression showed a little surprise, and he no longer retreated, but stopped in place, waiting for the dust to dissipate and see what was really happening in the smoke.

The smoke and dust dissipated, the cage in which Solin was imprisoned was not opened, and Solin did not escape.

The Half-Orc King breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

But he suddenly noticed that there was a figure wrapped in black mist standing at the door of the cage, and no one noticed when he approached.

But the orcs who were close to the cage all fell beside him, with only a wound the thickness of two fingers on his body, and the blow was fatal, precise and ferocious.

Even if it was a half-orc king, when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but look at the figure of the black mist a few more times, but he couldn't see through the figure behind the black mist, so he simply waved his hand, "Kill this guy." ”

Since it became the king of this lair, it has rarely done it on its own, most of the time it is done by this group of orcs, and it is only willing to take matters into its own hands if it reaps the spoils of war and eats the food.

Looking at the half-orcs who rushed up frantically, Chenyang waved his right hand slightly, and the black mist covering his body dissipated, revealing Chenyang's handsome face comparable to that of an elf.

"Morning Sun! Get us out. Bahrain stood in the cage and exclaimed in surprise.

Chenyang turned his head and smiled at him, and at the same time, he waved the Cangmu Tang Knife in his hand, the turquoise sharp knife light flickered, and in an instant, the three-headed half-orc fell down.

"Elf, I didn't expect to see the dwarf and the elf standing together, it's really a magical combination."

The orc king said softly, his eyes on the morning sun waving his blade, and he took steps under his feet, approaching the morning sun step by step.

It has to be said that it began to take an interest in the squad, especially the elf who suddenly appeared.

This elf seemed to be trusted by the dwarves, and even thought that he could resist such a large number of orcs and rescue them.

However, the Orc King just likes this kind of game of giving hope to others and crushing it little by little.

Adventurers who break into their nests like to make them think they can get their treasure, and then use brute force and pain to shatter their illusions, making them give up the treasure and escape from the cave alive.

Then when they are about to see the exit and think they can escape, stand in front of them and admire the despair in their eyes.

This is one of the few pleasures that the Orc King has in this lair.