"No. 27!! Hurry up!! ”

A burly man whipped a relatively thin orc with a long whip in his hand, and with a crackle, a reddish-red scar like a centipede was printed on it, and when he looked closely, the orc's whole body was covered with this centipede-like mark, and the original greenish skin was beaten into reddish skin. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info there are still many wounds on the orc's body that have been scarred, the wounds are healed and scarred, and the scars protrude upward, looking quite hideous.

The orc gritted his teeth to survive the blow, and the cart in his hand accidentally toppled over after staggering a few steps, and the ash on it fell. The orc hurriedly crouched down to pick it up as quickly as he could.

However, several whips behind him were unreasonably whipped down, and the strong man waved the whip, each time he had to raise it to the highest point, and then it was whipped down with the sound of the wind.

The thin layer of skin on the outside of the unhealed scarred wound was broken, and blood flowed from the new wound along with the old one, and the whip in the strong man's hand was dark red, but now it was stained with new blood again, and the original dark red became bright red.

The strong man glared angrily at the thin orc below, and shouted while waving his whip, "Cheap thing! If you don't clean up for a day, I won't stop for a day, and I won't stand up quickly!! ”

The orc screamed in pain, but he still insisted on reaching out to pick up the ashes from the ground and put them on the cart little by little, his whole body was trembling, the pain made his body uncontrollable, and even the most basic stretch of his hand became an extremely difficult thing.

But the orc did not dare to question the strong man, let alone avoid his whipping, because he knew that the situation could always get worse and worse.

Several orcs were blind, and they rushed forward, but not against the strong man, but crouched down to help pack up together.

The strong man's expression was still the same, and he even looked at them with a joke, and said viciously, "Okay!" Help, right? I'll let you help! I'll let you help!! ”

The whip slapped on the bodies of the other orcs one after another, one whip was heavier than the other, one of the orcs couldn't bear it and fell, the terrible whip did not let him go because of this, but specifically aimed at him to attack, again and again, blood splashed on the other orcs, the lying orcs wanted to get up, but this heavy whip made this move so futile.

No one dared to help him, and the orcs around him could only hold back their tears and pick up the ashes in the ground more quickly.

After all the ashes were picked up, the torture finally stopped.

The strong man showed a wicked smile and said cruelly: "Give you ten seconds, and return to your post immediately, otherwise my whip will continue." ”

The other orcs hurriedly helped the orc who had just fallen to the ground up, half of his body had become a blur of flesh and blood, and several ribs were exposed, but there was no way, even if you passed out on the ground and didn't work, you could only die.

When the thin orc saw him like this, he couldn't hold back his tears anymore, and he was in a big splash. But when the skinny orc heard the demonic countdown beside him, he mechanically turned his head away, no longer looking at the orc who had been destroyed to the point of half a human life, and grabbed the handle of the cart and continued to work.

When the countdown ended, the whistling of the whip across the air, the collision of the whip in contact with the flesh, and the wails that became smaller and smaller, sounded one after another, as if catering to some special melody, playing a song representing death.

It's time for the lunch break,

Orc 27 put down his work and returned to his small kennel-like cave, which was only one meter three meters high and half a meter wide. Orcs are often more than two meters tall, and for them, such a cave feels small even to sit there.

No. 27 patted the dirt in his hands, he had just buried No. 17, the orc who had helped him and was killed. Number 17's body was lying in the work area until the end of the work, when they had time to come out and help him clean up the body. None of the skin was intact, the internal organs were exposed, and the stench of the corpses spread at a rapid speed in the heat of the sun, but they were accustomed to the disgusting smell.

Dead people are normal here.

He looked at his hands, the dirt could be patted off, but the layer of blood on them was sticking to it, there was no water here, he didn't even have a chance to wash it, he could only let the blood that represented guilt and guilt remain on his hands, and let the nightmare haunt him.

He had become numb, and since he had been captured by humans, his life had changed dramatically, and it was a devastating change that meant pain and despair.

He was a commodity, branded, and his proud green skin, with his two fangs of bravery, were the source of his pain.

In the eyes of humans, the orcs are inferior and despicable, the orcs have betrayed the human race without faith, and they are deserved this treatment, which is a punishment for them, a punishment for the inferiority of their bloodline.

The destruction of the Orcs' sacred place, the Temple of Earth, and the occupation of their homeland meant that their spiritual pillars, their faith, were also destroyed. Everything that the orcs cared about was destroyed.

Twenty-seven had almost forgotten his name, and he stroked the wall next to him and wiped the dust off it, where there were several nicks that he had carved out to remember his identity, his name.

"Sawyer."

He was a disgrace to the orcs, the son of the orc leader who betrayed the Terrans, and it was his father who brought the orcs to ruin, all of which were his father's fault.

Sawyer didn't want to believe that his father was that kind of person, he thought he knew his father, in his mind, his father has always been a good orc, he is a hero, he is the one who facilitated the alliance between the orcs and humans, it is he who led the orcs to the top, it is he who expelled the resentful creatures and saved all beings.

It can't be that he did it, and he will never do anything to betray his brother.

But after several years of devastation, the continuous beating of whips and sticks, his original faith began to waver.

Humans hate them so much, that kind of resentful eyes with thorns pierce his heart again and again, that even some innocent and ignorant children will throw stones and peels at them.

Orcs are villains who shamelessly took the lives of Terran heroes.

There are constantly such voices in my ears, echoing in my mind again and again, human nursery rhymes, storybooks and even history books have records about them, orcs are sinners, human beings should hate them, should use all means to torture them, this is the resentment of all mankind.