It was Shada, who handed the warm water of the dragon's bee's blood to the Prophet's mouth and said, "Drink." ”

As the marquis of Tianming Kingdom, Qian Yulin has always regarded himself as a pastor for the heavens, and has the responsibility of supporting the people. Since childhood, he has received an aristocratic education, and he has seen very few tragic things. Although it is always heard that many people are living miserably with other races, there is a big difference between hearing and seeing with one's own eyes. Especially seeing that humans tortured orcs to such an unbearable point made him even more angry.

Shada has lived in an environment of five stresses and four beauties since he was a child, although he has a rebellious heart, but he does not deny that he has an innocent and kind disposition, and seeing the orcs being so insulted, he unconsciously wants to help.

Seeing that the entire playground is not guarded, to be honest, there is no need to set up guards. Because the orc children are all controlled, with the now weak and powerless orcs, even if they are allowed to escape, I am afraid they will not have the strength to escape. Especially in this kind of snowy night, it is not only torture for the orcs, but also for the guards, so there is no need to set up guards.

Shada and Qianyulin took a look at it and felt that if they didn't make a move, the prophet might not be able to survive tonight, not only physically, but also mentally collapsed tonight. The two of them glanced at each other, exchanged opinions, and finally let Shada make a move, because Qian Yulin was afraid that after seeing the miserable situation of the orc prophet, he was afraid that he would not be able to control his anger and mess things up.

The Prophet drank the dragon bee's blood nectar from Shada's hand, and it felt like a warm current flowing to his limbs and bones, and his otherwise dry body was moistened like spring rain.

He had drunk too much just now, but after a while the prophet had recovered his strength, and his already weak eyes were now looking at the person with some anger.

The visitor was wearing a black robe with a hood, and judging by his broad size, he should have been a little fat man. If it weren't for the sight of his human face, the Prophet would have thought he was a young man of the Pig-people.

The Prophet was a little puzzled and asked in a weak whisper, "Who are you?"

"I'm the one you attacked today. ”

The prophet was a little stunned, and shook his head helplessly, "Are you here for revenge?"

"Yes. ”

After glancing up at the heavens, the Prophet said with a smile: "I have been looking forward to this day of death for a long time, and I have no regrets in my life to drink a cup of dragon bee blood honey before I die, but there are some poor children of our orcs, who have lived in hell from the moment they were born, and have not lived a happy day...... You do it. ”

Shada shook his head and said, "You're wrong, we're looking for the Black Eyes Gang, as for you." I promise to set you free as long as you survive tomorrow. ”

The prophet's eyes suddenly lit up, but after looking at Shada's human face, he was a little dim, and whimpered, "You are a human, how can you help the orcs deal with humans?"

Shada nodded fiercely and said, "I'm a man, and men promise like a mountain!"

As for the humans you see, they're just a bunch of junk, and I'll make them worthy of their name in two days!"

After saying that, Shada turned to leave, but before he could take a step, he said slowly, "Remember, there is still hope for dawn in the night...... Try to stay alive. ”

Gazing at Shada's departing back, the Prophet left tears in one place, but this time the tears were blissfully sweet. The change of bitter tears that had remained unchanged for decades made the Prophet a little uncomfortable.

muttered, "Thank you, God......"

After listening to the statements of Shada and Qianyulin, the people present were a little uneasy.

Some of the sentimental girls left tears in their eyes, and crystal clear tears wet their clothes. Huangpu Caifeng and Dongfang Xiangning hugged each other and cried silently.

The "Four Wastes" have lived in hardship since childhood, and as coolies, they will cry when they recall the old days, let alone the orcs who lived so miserably.

Murong Qingtian clenched his fists and didn't speak for a long time, just kept looking at Teacher Lu Zhi.

Teacher Lu Zhi slowly stood up and said: "It seems that the most important lesson for the children is to be taught a lesson, that is, to let them know what justice is, where righteousness lies, even if they are broken, they will die without regrets!"

Shada stood up, kicked the table in the middle of the tent, and shouted, "Sandbox!"

Ah Tu wiped the tears from his face, armed his soul armor, and used his soul skill to form a simple sand table in the open space of the tent.

In the past, in order to improve Atu's soul skill control ability, Shada specially asked him to often use soul skills to make various models, or sand tables, so that he had the strength of micro-control.

Under the complementarity of Shada and Thousand Feather Forest, a combat sand table slowly formed, and this is a detailed terrain model of the deserted city and its surroundings.

Murong Qingtian conjured up his own cold marrow battle spear, used it instead of the whip, and arranged combat missions on the sand table to "guide the country".

The genius class is all amazingly talented and intelligent, and they discussed and revised the battle plan together, and after repeated deliberation and various simulated war game tactics, they finally came up with a plan of action that satisfied everyone.

After Murong Qingtian looked around for a week, he raised his war spear and waved it vigorously, pointing directly in the direction of the deserted city and said, "I, Murong Qingtian, swear here, if justice cannot be completely served, it will be abandoned by people and gods." ”

Someone clasped their fists together and shouted, "Wan Sheng!"

The bright sun shone into the deserted city, and the sun, which should have been warm, was even colder because of the snow, but the prophet's heart felt extra warm.

Kurome got up in the sun and walked slowly to the Prophet.

The Prophet saw the look in his eyes and his heart tightened, knowing that this guy might not be able to wait to do it.

He guessed correctly, after thinking about it all night, Kuromu felt that these orcs were so weak, even if they were scapegoated, no one would believe them, if they saw a group of scrawny orcs, they had to explain themselves, and then they would be speechless, so it was better to solve them all and destroy the corpses.

Both of them glanced at each other, and just as Kurome was about to give the order to do something, the Prophet spoke first.

"How about we make a deal, I will raise your strength to the soul handsome level, how about you let us go?"

Black eyes lit up, he had stayed at the high level of the soul general for a long time, not only did he not advance an inch in recent years, but there were even signs of regression, the entire Dalan Continent was respected by strength, and the two deputy gang leaders around him were also eyeing him. I couldn't help but be tempted by the prophet's proposal.

Heimu said contemptuously: "You are like this, how can you help me improve my strength, if there is such a good thing, how can you still fall to this point?"

The Prophet shook his head and said, "I don't know if you've heard of the Beast God's protection?"

Blackeye's heart jumped, but he said that he had heard of this, saying that it was the orc shaman who would use a blessing technique called the protection of the beast god. This can increase all attributes by one percent, and the strength attribute can be increased by two percent, and it will weaken the opponent's attack power against beasts such as orcs and monsters, but I heard that this blessing technique has long been lost.

"Don't you lie to me, if you let me know you're lying to me, I'll let you all die miserably. ”

The Prophet smiled sadly and said, "Do you think I look like a liar?"

"How?"

The prophet's purpose was to stall for time, but Kuromu was extremely cunning, and if he didn't say anything, the end would be terrible, so he would be half-truthful.

"Let me rest for three days, and after three days I can perform blessings on you. ”

The black eye grinned, and suddenly drew a dagger and stabbed it into the Prophet's leg.

"I'll let you do it now!"

The Prophet endured the pain and said, "My strength has not recovered, and I can't use it at all. ”

"Come on, bring an orc child. ”

The Prophet was horrified and said, "Didn't I tell you what you are going to do, in three days?" ”

A thin werewolf was thrown in front of the black eye, and the little werewolf's eyes were a little glazed, and he already knew in his heart what his fate would be.

Kurome raised his dagger and pointed it at the little werewolf.

The prophet said angrily: "If you kill us all, I will tell you today, as long as you dare to kill an orc, I will kill myself immediately, even if you kill the entire tribe, it is useless, I can't do anything to you in life, I will use death to disgust you." ”

Heimu slowly put down the dagger in his hand and said, "How sure are you?"

"Fifty percent, if it recovers well, then seven layers. ”

Kurome thought for a moment and said, "Yes, then I'll give you three days." ”

The Prophet nodded and said, "If successful, you will release us all." ”

Heimu waved his hand and said, "The price is too high, half of it." ”

"No! all ......"

When negotiating, you have to ask for something out of nothing, only in this way will the other party be easy to believe, if you tolerate everything, step by step drop the price, the other party will feel that you are lying to him, not credible. And this time the prophet was right.

Black eyes weighed, anyway, these orcs are already very weak, even if they are given three days, as long as they are protected by the beast god, they can be solved when the time comes.

So the black eyes nodded to the prophet and said, "Okay, I agree to your conditions, but if it fails, then I will let the orcs of the real tribe die with you." ”

The Prophet breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slowly.

Kurome smiled and said, "But I don't like others to threaten me, even if this little orc is the interest I charge, I want you to know what attitude you should use to talk to your master." ”

The Prophet shouted, "How can you go back on your word, you have promised me to release everyone just now!"

The black eyes said suspiciously: "An orc and an entire orc tribe, how do you choose?" ”

The dagger slowly lifted over the little werewolf's head, and the prophet closed his eyes helplessly, shedding two lines of tears.

Kurome laughed twice, ready to use his strength to deal with this orc.

"The king asked me to patrol the mountains and catch a river crab for dinner......"

A loud singing like a gong interrupted Blackeye's interest, but the Prophet's eyes widened and his heart blossomed.

Looking up at the sky with tears in his eyes, he said silently in his heart: Thank you, your commitment is really heavy!