The first level?Thrall frowned, and now he began to wonder if these orcs wouldn't let themselves see Gromash.Hell Roar, no matter how many grades he passed, or that Gromash wasn't here, and they were just making fun of themselves?or that Grommash was dead?

However, despite his dissatisfaction, Sarr waited quietly and gave it his all whenever he had the slightest opportunity.

"So what's the second level?"

Sal stared into Iska's eyes, and Iskar said the next words as if he were saying something ordinary: "A matter of will. Bring it in!"

An orc walked in with a sack on his back, came to Shar, he threw the sack on the ground carelessly, opened the mouth of the bag, and it turned out to be a human boy! The little boy's hair was all tangled together, covered in dirt, and in a few places there was little dirt, but there were bruises and purple scars, and his eyes were sky blue, and there was fear written in them.

"Do you know what this is?"

"A child, a human child. Sal had a sense of foreboding.

"It's a boy, and the boy will grow up to be a man, and the man will be an orc killer, they are irreconcilable enemies with us, if you really feel that your two 'masters' have brought you humiliation, then do it, take revenge! Kill this child, don't let him grow up to be able to kill you. ”

The boy was frightened stupid at once, and his gagged mouth kept whining, and what Iska had just said in the lingua franca, the orcs on the side were so unsympathetic that they hit him in the tail with an impartial kick, and the child suddenly clenched into a ball and could not make a sound.

Thrall watched all this with great emotion, their expressions telling him that it was true, and Sal stared at Iska, who was looking at him with interest.

"I refuse!" said Sal firmly.

"Why?"

"He is not a warrior, it is not a glorious battle to torture civilians, orcs value honor rather than killing!"

Iskar pointed to the ground and said, "But now lying in front of you is a scourge that is very likely to become a hidden danger to your future and threaten the future life of your compatriots!"

"But he's still a child! he's not a threat at all, no one can predict the future, judging by her clothes, he's a child from the surrounding villages, where peasants live, they farm and hunt, and those so-called weapons are used to capture wild hunters, not orcs!"

Iska immediately retorted, "But in war, the peasants here go into battle with their weapons, and this boy is no exception, and she will charge one of us with a spear and make us bleed!

The boy on the ground wept silently, as if he had resigned himself to his fate, and at this moment, Thrall remembered Taresa and Gianna, humans are not all bad people, no one can wantonly deprive others of their lives, let alone a child! In Thrall's heart, the impression and status of Gromash Hellroar are declining dramatically, and this leader is not a good person to be able to let his subordinates bully a child! Rely on them to liberate the orcs? It's too naïve!

Thrall took a step back and said, "If this child takes up arms and wants me to charge in the future, I will not hesitate to kill him on the battlefield, because it is for the survival of my people, but I will not kill a poor child who has no ability to resist, no matter what race he is, if I can't see Gromash Hell Roar because of this, then I won't see it!

"It's a shame. Iskar shook her head, "You've chosen your fate, and in that case, goodbye!"

Suddenly there were several more fully equipped orcs around, Thrall held an axe and looked around vigilantly, Valera in the shadows had already straightened her body, and as soon as these orcs took a step, she rushed out.

At this moment, a terrifying scream pierced through the tense air and echoed back and forth in the hole ** that was not open. Thrall couldn't help but cover his ears, the cry was about to sink deep into his bone marrow, Sal looked in the direction where the sound came from, an inconspicuous place covered with animal skins was taken off, and a tall red-eyed giant walked out.

Thrall had seen countless orcs, but this one was different from all the orcs he had ever seen, with long black hair scattered over his shoulders and two large ears twitching from time to time, reminding Sal of the sergeant's strange appearance, with a dozen earrings shining in the firelight. His leather coat was red and black, striking in comparison to his green skin, and he was covered in chains in many places, swaying as he moved. His entire chin was black, and at this point, it was wider than Sal had ever seen before. It was he who let out that terrible roar, and Thrall felt that the name of Grom Hellroar was indeed well deserved.

The scream that reached the heart disappeared, and the great orc spoke, "What are you doing here!"

He strode up to Thrall, his eyes were the color of fire, but Thrall saw a hint of darkness in them, and the orc's gaze in front of him made him feel very uncomfortable, as if he was belittling him, so Thrall stared at the big orc in front of him, and did not lose the wind.

"I am Gromash Hellroar. The big orc spoke, and as expected, he was the Grommash Hell that Thrall had been looking for, and roared, "How much do you know about mercy? Thrall of Dunhold, who was raised by an alien, did your alien parents teach you when to show your own kindness and why?"

Without waiting for Sal to answer, Iskar walked over to Gromash and bowed deeply.

"Venerable Hell Roar, we caught this kid just to please you......"

"You fools! It seems that these days of comfortable life have destroyed your will, don't you! I now hope that his parents will follow the trail you have left behind to find our lair! We are warriors! Brave and proud warriors, at least we were! We are not butchers of children! This act of yours is a disgrace! You have made us ashamed of it!"