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Of course, this is for William, who has cultivated the pilgrimage golden spirit fighting spirit.

When we set off from the elven station, it was morning.

Using flying skills, he took Lilith, a drag oil bottle, all the way to the hinterland of the Aaron Mountains, the centaur steppe of the orc race, and arrived at the royal court in the afternoon.

For William's return, compared with the lukewarm attitude of the elves, the orcs are enthusiastic.

Led by the Beastmaster, the Orcs held a grand welcoming ceremony to welcome William, the new prophet.

Of course, in addition to the celebration, after learning that Draenor had left, the famous warriors of the major tribes of the orc clan, as well as a group of wolf knights, dwarf giants, and several huge Beamon giant beasts known for their elite combat power, all secretly shed tears, and they couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Fortunately, the sentimental atmosphere that permeated the orc group was diluted by the festivities.

Orcs love to drink, and the Beastmaster is no exception. He pulled William, and after entering the king's tent, he directly ordered the orcs to put all the tables together, and ordered the orcs to fetch more than a dozen large wine barrels, which were almost full of circles around the edge of the king's tent.

William frowned, and before he could speak, the priest Roisar, who was dressed in a wide black robe and had met for a long time, pretended to cough and attract everyone's attention.

He tapped his fingers on the table, and even his originally immature voice became subtle and slightly warped, and he reprimanded with majesty: "Talking about business today, what kind of wine are you drinking?"

The few orcs who were in charge of carrying the wine were embarrassed, and hurriedly got busy again, and transported all the large wine barrels that had just been brought in.

At this time, William asked aloud: "How are those noble young masters who were captured before?"

For William, who has been a prophet for nine generations, the Beastmaster's attitude is extremely respectful. He replied in a gruff voice, "It's all locked up." We didn't know whether to release or kill, and the priest also said that we would wait for the prophet to come back and deal with the matter. ”

Hearing this, William nodded slowly.

He closed his eyes and pondered, all the orcs in the king's tent were silent, and he didn't dare to take a breath. More than a dozen pairs of eyes, all staring at William in a daze, waiting for him to speak.

After a while, William, who had cleared the thoughts in his mind, opened his eyes and said in a deep voice: "This matter is very troublesome to deal with. You can't kill it, otherwise the empire will investigate it thoroughly, and the truth will one day be impossible to hide. But it can't be easily released, otherwise the news will leak out, and it will not be good. ”

As soon as these words came out, all the orcs in the king's tent felt unusually troubled, and they didn't know what to do.

At this time, the shaman sacrificed to Loisar, and suddenly proposed: "Pour those noble young masters to drink magic potions and erase their memories, is this method possible?"

When William heard this, he was stunned.

Seeing that William didn't speak, Loisal also shook his head and spoke again: "Actually, I just said it casually. I am not good at dealing with such sensitive political events, but I am just offering an opinion for reference. ”

After Loisar finished speaking, a smile appeared on the corner of William's mouth, and said: "No, your method is very good, even I didn't think of it, just do it!"

.........

Tonight's night was as dark as ink, and the bright moonlight was shrouded in dark clouds, and it was a little dim.

In the wooden cell, Master Gates and others have been locked up in it for some days.

From the initial panic, and the fear of the unknown, to the current acceptance of the facts, indifferently, the psychological journey of Young Master Gates and others can be said to have been changing.

Now, as usual, Master Gates holds a bowl of white rice in his hand, eating by the wood while looking up at the night outside.

His eyes were scattered and unfocused, as if he had lost his three souls and seven spirits, and his face was numb.

Like all the noble young masters in the prison cell, Young Master Gates was dirty, messy, and messy.

Eating the big white rice, Young Master Gates suddenly choked up, and tears fell straight down: "Brother William, I've gained weight again recently." I feel that these orcs are looking at me more and more viciously, and I don't have long to live, and I will become fat in their stomachs. When the time comes, you will avenge me!"

Before the words fell, behind Young Master Gates, a shrill male voice passed over: "Gates, you dead fat man, you brother William, you have been dragged out and cut down a long time ago." Are you still delusional that he will avenge you?"

When Young Master Gates heard this, he was immediately furious.

He finished taking two bites of the rice in the bowl, raised his fist the size of a sandbag, roared, and beat the thin aristocratic young master sitting in the corner behind him: "What's the matter, Padmi, I've put up with you for a long time!"

Young Master Gates, who had already fallen into a state of madness, roared while beating the thin young master with a bag on his head: "Lao Tzu asked you to say cool things, you kid have a kind of say another word to me!"

"Gates, are you crazy? I'm just letting you understand the facts! Are you still fighting? Have you forgotten who my Lao Tzu is?

"Your Lao Tzu is me, I am your Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu is you!"

The sound of the thin young master's resistance was immediately drowned out by the fist of the young master Gates.

The two of them wrestled in their cells, rolling around on haystacks and dirt. The rest of the people looked surprised.

Some people eat rice by themselves, some admire the moon outside, some cheerful people hum a small tune, and some people who have no heart and lungs fall asleep.

In the past, it was the era of spelling dads. Now spelling dad no longer works, and it has become the era of fist fighting.

Who hasn't beaten someone, and who hasn't been beaten?

They all came out to mix, they didn't agree with each other, they rolled up their sleeves and did it, who was afraid of whom?

After a while, the thin young master was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, and two teeth were lost, and he was convinced.

Young Master Gates was out of breath at this time, and he sat down on the messy haystack, panting.

It was also at this time that the head of the orc cell, who was responsible for guarding and delivering food and water on weekdays, was carrying torches, and several other orc men were walking menacingly behind him.

In the wooden cell, all the noble young masters who were imprisoned were startled, and hurriedly shouted, clarifying that it was not themselves who made trouble, and betrayed and identified Young Master Gates without righteousness.

These orc men ignored it.

When the locks were unlocked, they stepped into their cells like tigers in a flock of sheep. It was just three punches and two feet, and before they could warm up, everyone was beaten to their stomachs.

These orc men acted in a very measured manner, which not only made them suffer pain and lose their ability to move, but also caused Young Master Gates and the others to only suffer some flesh and skin, and did not hurt the roots.

After that, the big man of the orc clan lifted his thick arms, and one person led four people, either lifting or clipping, carrying or resisting, and took out Young Master Gates and the others, and threw them on the planks of the two carriages parked outside.

Orcs came up with wooden scoops containing some pale cyan liquid, and forced them into their mouths, which they had been forcibly removed.

Everyone swallowed a lot, and some people choked and coughed, and the more they coughed, the more they poured.

After playing, I felt drowsy.

The night was a little silent, and for a moment the only sound could be heard of torches crackling and burning.

The two carriages stopped for a while, and after confirming that everyone on the plank was asleep, with the sound of the whip whipping, the old horse pulling the carriage suddenly understood the master's intention, lifted the horse's hooves, and walked into the unknown darkness ahead. (To be continued.) )