In the face of William's slightly angry questioning, the male elf Mitre just glanced at William and turned his head away. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There was a look of contempt between his eyebrows, and his expression was haughty. As if he disdained to talk to William.

William also sneered, too lazy to continue talking nonsense with Mittel.

High in the air, the three pterosaurs flew fast.

At first, looking down at the centaur prairie below from a high altitude, there was nothing to see except a toad the size of a fingernail.

Gradually, on the steppe of Nuoda, there were traces of centaurs and orcs.

In the distance, a large village similar to the nomadic people raising cattle and sheep in captivity, like a sheepfold, is even more impressive.

"That's the royal court of the orcs, the city of centaurs?"

Riding on the back of a pterodactyl together, behind Julis, William suddenly asked.

When Yulis heard this, she nodded and said, "The orc clan is not good at building, and it has always been at odds with the dwarf clan. If they were to build the city themselves, they would have to build it like this. ”

William smiled and said, "That's not going to be like this, is it? There was a wooden fence outside, and the inside was full of tents, and there was not even a decent room. ”

Yulis didn't laugh out loud, she sighed and said, "The orcs are poor, with a typical well-developed mind and simple limbs. Each time, the Terrans led caravans to trade, and the Orcs were either deceived or lost their money. ”

"Is it true that all the orcs are as stupid as the Urals, and there is not a single wise man?"

William said, looking to the side. At this moment, on the back of another pterosaur, the dwarf giant Ural seemed to feel something, turned his head, and glared fiercely at William.

William smiled back.

At the end, William asked Yulis, "If a smart man stands up and leads the orcs to prosperity, no matter what, the situation of the orcs will not be as unbearable as it is now, right?"

Yulis said truthfully: "The orc clan naturally has smart people. Speaking of which, you should still have some impressions. Remember the night you fled, when the Urals were visited by the wise men of the orcs. ”

"The eighth generation prophet of the orc race, what is that called Draenor or something?" asked William, stunned.

When Yulis heard this, she chuckled: "If the Ural hears that you call their prophet like this, it will have to find you desperately, and even I will stop it." ”

William listened and smiled awkwardly.

Listening to Yuris's tone, it seems that the eighth generation of prophet Draenor is no less than a god to the orc race.

Knowing this, William stopped talking about the eight-point prophet of the orc race, and instead asked some other questions.

As if out of guilt for William, if William had a question, Ulis replied, as long as it did not involve some confidential and sensitive matters such as 'the purpose of kidnapping William and others'.

Soon, the pigsty in William's eyes ...... Ahem, it's the city of centaurs, it's here.

The three pterosaurs slowed down, landed, and stopped in the city of centaurs.

Jumping off the back of the pterodactyl, William was not as pale as Young Master Gates, but rather a calm face, looking up at his surroundings.

As far as the eye can see, except for the occasional rough-looking, tall and burly orc, there are tents like yurts.

Some tents were made of animal skin, and the fluff had turned black, while others were made of pieces of cloth that had been spliced together and turned black.

An orc set up a large iron pot outside the tent, in which a small half bowl of grain was sprinkled, mixed with some wild vegetables, boiled to a thin scale, and then divided among five or six orcs.

William thought that the orcs were the kind that ate meat and drank a lot of wine, so that they could have the burly body of the dwarf giant Ural.

But now, he realized that he was wrong. The poverty of the orc race is far beyond its imagination.

Not to mention the humble environment of the place where they lived, a bowl of thin rice that the civilians of the Holy Spirit Empire rarely eat, they actually ate it with relish.

There was no drop left in the rice soup, and even the bowl was licked again, as if it had been washed, and the bottom of the bowl was clean.

Just as William jumped off the pterodactyl and looked around his surroundings, Julius walked over: "I'll say it one last time." You must not cause trouble, it should be a tour. At most, you can go back in a month or two. ”

William nodded.

Julis's group then left, leaving only the female elf Yunduo alone, and ...... More than a dozen aristocratic young masters like Gates.

The clouds began to gather everyone, counted the number of people, and then led them to a large low tent.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a tent than a wooden cage: arm-thick pieces of wood, crisscrossed and woven into the cells where prisoners are held.

There have been a lot of people imprisoned inside, without exception, all of them are aristocratic young masters like Gates.

Seeing this scene, William's heart sank, and he felt more and more that things were not as simple as he imagined.

"Everybody's on my heels, don't lose me. ”

The female elf Yunduo said aloud.

When Young Master Gates and the others heard this, their expressions tightened, and they hurriedly followed closely behind the clouds.

Three minutes later.

William, Young Master Gates and others were all locked in an empty wooden cell.

With the departure of the clouds, the cell suddenly became noisy.

"What the hell are they going to do?"

"I want to go home, I'm so scared!"

"These hateful orcs and elves, when I go home, I must ask my uncle to lead the troops to kill them all!"

......

The noise is endless.

It's like entering a vegetable market.

In the corner, William quietly watched the commotion in front of him, but closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, Young Master Gates wanted to talk to William, but when he saw William's appearance, he was also dispelled.

Night.

A crescent moon hangs high, and the sky is full of stars.

In the city of centaurs, bonfires were lit everywhere, and the bright light of the fire drove away the shadows.

Wooden cells are no exception.

An orc, dressed in animal skins and stepping on flip-flops, leading a barrel in his left hand and a torch in his right hand, strode out of the cell.

He stuck the torch in his hand into the wooden sleeve beside him, and stuffed the wooden barrel into the cell: "It's time to eat, come and get the food!"

A slightly more courageous aristocratic young master stepped forward with a look of fear and nervously took the barrel.

Seeing this scene, the orcs who had finished delivering the meal immediately left.

As soon as the orcs left, in the wooden cell where William was, more than a dozen noble young masters were all shocked, and they surrounded them, with their hands and feet sharp.

However, when the lid of the wooden barrel for the rice was opened, the crowd erupted in shouting and scolding.

"Why, it's all rice, how do you eat this thing?"

"Not a single steak. ”

"There were a few rotten leaves in there. ”

"This is food only eaten by commoners! I am a nobleman, I don't eat rice!"

Just when the noble young masters kept complaining, they didn't expect that the orcs who had left earlier would actually go and return.

Its thick knuckles tapped the tin bowl in its hand, making a sound like beating gongs and drums, and said with a curse in its mouth: "What is the noise?

When they heard this, they were immediately silent.

The orc still couldn't get enough of it, and continued to scold: "If you have rice to eat, why do you dislike this and that? If it weren't for the adults' orders, you would have rice to eat tonight? )