Dear Talion,

My brother. You can never imagine how cool it is to write a suicide note from a bard's manuscript in a half-orc's lair.

That's right, it's cool.

I already know my fate, and I will be food for those murderous orcs, and this cannot be changed.

So instead of lamenting, I feel like I'm doing cool things now.

There's only one piece of paper that can write what I'm going to say to you, and I've already wasted half of it, which is pretty cool, isn't it?

Forgive me for my incoherent words, Talion, but I don't know what to say to you, our brothers are on such good terms that all the things I want to say to you have been said.

Then let me say it one last time, my brother, I love you, I love my family!

……

After reading this non-Talion letter, Mo Tie felt that Lawrence's younger brother was already delirious, picked up another one, and continued to read:

Dear Lawrence,

You must not know how small the orcs who bound us were, and when I was dragged into the cave by them, I writhed like crazy and broke free from the straw rope.

If I had known this, I wouldn't have been in a hurry to help you bite the rope with my mouth, we should compete to see who twists more and break free from the rope first.

I accidentally killed a half-orc while my hands were moving freely, and you can't believe it, I just accidentally hit him in the head with my fist, and he fell to the ground and died.

Haha, these weak orcs took me again and threw me into the "pigsty" by virtue of their numerical superiority, but I was not afraid at all, because I had already killed one of them, and I avenged myself.

Lawrence, although you didn't help me when you untied the rope and ran away, I don't hate you. I know you're scared, you've always been the most timid of our brothers, so I'm not surprised by your move.

Thankfully, because you left me where I was, I had a chance to avenge myself, and in general, it wasn't a loss, right?

Oh, that's not enough, I'll tell you a secret at the end, Lawrence.

Be brave, be brave, be brave!

……

This Nima is already crazy, isn't he?

However, he learned some terrible news, Lawrence actually did not save his brother when he saw death.

There are a few more, let's talk about it after reading it.

It was written to the eldest of the four brothers, but at the end, he explained, don't blame Lawrence.

There are also two that are addressed to the same person.

Dear Elaine,

I'm going to die, in the filthy, foul-smelling sewers.

There was no sun, no moon, no food, and I guess I would have fallen to the ground after writing these words to you.

You said you were going to be the richest merchant in Middle-earth, and I said I was going to be the husband of the richest merchant...... My wish can't come true, what about yours?

Elaine! How I wish you succeeded, if that day......

The back is too ink, and he also recalled what happened when he and Elaine were children, Mo Tie saw that he had a toothache, so he simply didn't look at it, and he asked for two pieces of paper for a little nonsense.

However, Elaine in this letter is extremely intelligent, studious, and looks a bit like Lawrence and his wife, Isolda.

If these two are really one person, it's fun.

Two days ago, in the hotel, when Lawrence told the story of the four small shields, Mo Tie squinted.

This action indicates that he is judgmental of Lawrence's words.

Body temperature, heartbeat, vasodilation, all kinds of subtle reactions can reflect the speaker's state of mind. When Lawrence tells the story, his tone and expression are sad, but his physical characteristics indicate that he still has hidden emotions in it.

Mo Tie is not interested in delving into it, he is not a nosy person.

However, it seems that the truth has come to the surface.

Mo Tie packed up the letters, wrapped them in a package, and stuffed them into his clothes. Speaking to the orc leader, he said, "You have two choices. First, I'll kill you, and then kill all the orcs here; Second, you get these orcs to line up and supervise their cannibalism, which can take hours, and then I'll kill you again. Take your pick. ”

It's a dog!

The orc leader was in pain, and this choice was simply tormenting.

"In the intervening hours, I allow you to convince me by all means, whether it's making up stories or telling information, as long as you can convince me, I'll hunt you down."

Mo Tie said slowly.

Then choose a ghost, it must be the second way.

As for how to ensure that the other orcs commit suicide obediently, just send his personal guard.

Found an open place, a hundred orcs formed a phalanx, each with another orc in his left hand, and a short iron knife in his right hand resting on the neck of the unlucky ghost in his hand.

The commander next to him gave an order, and a hundred ugly heads like demons fell to the ground in response, plopping down.

It's very exciting, Mo Tie is lying on a tiger skin chair, shaking his calves, enjoying this good show.

The leader of the orcs arranged the "show" that Mo Tie wanted to watch, and began to rack his brains.

"Honorable ...... Honorable sir, you are as majestic as the Hogarth Peak, and as forgiving as Anduin and ......"

Mo Tie nodded while listening to him pat his ass, posing like he was enjoying it.

"Yes, you've wasted half an hour, suggesting you change your routine." Mo Tie was also convinced, the front was not bad, talking about some mountains and rivers, ancient heroes to compare him, it was very comfortable to listen to, and the back was completely made up, saying some place names and names of people he had never heard of.

The orc leader cried to death, wasting tens of thousands of minions in vain.

If Gandalf had been here, he might have complimented him, after all, many sentences and allusions have been lost for a long time, and the fact that this orc can say it proves that he has not only lived long enough, but is also very knowledgeable.

"Well, sir, I give you all my treasures, please spare my life." As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the guards who had already packed up carried a dozen large boxes.

Eh, it's quite clever, and the half hour just now is not a complete waste, it's just for people to put away the baby.

The chest was opened, and there were countless diamonds and jewels, all kinds of gold and silver currency, and on one of the chests, there was a square piece of Mithril in the square.

The amount of money is not small, worthy of years of inventory, enough to buy hundreds of human towns.

It's a pity that Mo Tie just arrived in this world, and when he saw that it was Smaug's treasure house, his eyes were opened. Now these little glare lights were no longer enough for him to look at them twice.

"Give me that Mithril." Mo Tie said.

The half-orc leader was overjoyed and hurriedly took it to Mo Tie personally.

"You rags, this small piece of Mithril is worth a lot, but it's not enough to buy your life." Mo Tie threw the Mithril nugget in his hand, weighed it and said, "What do you think?" You're the king of orcs, so that's not enough for a small piece of something, isn't it? ”

Damn, it's not enough, I'm not worth anything at all, half a gram of Mithril can't compare. Although he thought so in his heart, this leader fully understood what Mo Tie meant, and he still needed to give more things.