"Old ****, why is it so late this time?"

A human head poked out of the whistle of the black boulder, and after glancing at the somewhat dim sky, he turned his eyes to look at the rough middle-aged man below and the small convoy behind him. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Dunhold's North Gate Guard Team Captain, Oluth frowned and shouted, the sun is no longer visible, except for a trace of sunset still hanging on the mountain, Elune's Moon Palace has gradually revealed a trace of outline, and Dunhold at this time period almost no longer accepts new guests, especially the North Gate as the back door.

"Captain Oluth, is your team stationed at the back door today? Hey! No way, there is something wrong with the Chamber of Commerce, and this batch of materials is still temporarily transferred from other places, especially the most special batch..."

Pulling the inky black felt hat on his head, the old **** looked back at the convoy behind him, most of them were small four-wheeled trucks led by mules, but one of them was a manned carriage pulled by two horses, the model was not large, but it was much cleaner than the four-wheeled vehicles full of vegetables or burlap bags in front.

"Oh, wait, I'll open the door!"

Following the eyes of the old ****, Oluth also saw the special carriage, and after showing a meaningful smile, he turned his head and retracted the whistle, while the rough man downstairs once again pressed the felt hat on the pressure head, this kind of hat with a pressed edge in front of it, tightly covering most of the man's face, coupled with the dim environment, made the face even more ambiguous.

It didn't take long for the sound of intermittent gear levels, but the three-meter-wide and five-meter-high wooden iron **** hanging door was slowly pulled up, and the team leader in light cyan light armor inside the door, with three or four team members, couldn't wait to bend his head in addition to the door, and walked to the rough man standing not far from the door in a few big steps.

"Take me to see, what goods did you bring this time, the last time you came, Lao Tzu happened to be stationed at the front gate, and when the change of guard came down, what kind of goods were left for Lao Tzu!"

Oluth took the three minions behind him directly past the rough man and walked towards the carriage, swearing as he spoke.

"This time it's all high-quality goods, except for some old people, our Chamber of Commerce specially transferred a batch from Nanhai City..."

Like a ghost, he kept up with the team leader without a sound at all, and the old **** began to chatter, and it seemed that he was recommending what kind of product he was talking about.

For the strange movements of the old ****, Oluth should have noticed it immediately, but including the three ordinary guards behind him, as if they were all in the brain, looking at the carriage in front of him with a full of eyes, so that he didn't notice at all that the old ****, who was obviously just an ordinary person, walked out of a figure that was far more weird and fast than the middle-level shadow person.

"Okay, okay! Don't give me nonsense, I'll pick a few first, it's a compensation for Lao Tzu's last time! nnd, this ghost place, except for orcs or orcs, just watching those noble lords enjoy it on weekdays, it's about to have a problem!"

Impatiently pushed away the old **** who came over, Oluth raised his foot and rushed into the carriage, glanced at the coachman who ignored him, and was still sitting and pulling the reins, and after snorting coldly, he smiled lewdly and lifted the wooden door next to the driver's seat, and then, the smile on the face of the captain of the guard team froze coldly, and a hideous orc green face was less than an inch away from his face, and his bloodthirsty red eyes were staring at him.

The body of the conditional reaction retreated suddenly, but the hind foot only moved for half a minute, and the team leader felt that his whole person was flying, and after being smashed on the ground, a heart-rending pain hit his heart, and he turned his head with difficulty to look over, the right hand that had habitually pulled out the long sword had been broken from his arm, leaving only half of the arm sprayed with blood, and he wanted to wail when he opened his mouth, and a huge hand clamped his chin, and with a slight twist, the lower half of his face was twisted into thirty degrees, and the small half of his teeth were also broken by the way.

Struggling in pain trying to get up, as soon as Oluth raised his head, the face of a middle-aged man full of wind and frost was revealed, with anger, the team leader suddenly found that this caravan foreman who had been squeezed by himself n times, and even bribed him n times, had a pair of cloudy green eyes in his eyes, full of cold green, which also reflected full of unforgettable hatred, and the next second, what greeted Oluth was boundless darkness.

"Master, this is Dunhold's rear side door, usually only a small group of guards, and now, it is completely controlled!"

With four heads in his hands, the old **** knelt on the ground and said respectfully to Grom who walked down from the carriage in front of him. Behind him, more than a dozen orc warriors had rushed into the backgate outpost at the same time, and all humans were wiped out in an instant, and in the face of the surprise attack of the orc warriors who were at least six ranks, the entire team of twenty-five people, including one squad leader, disappeared without even a shout.

"Well done!****!"

Holding the blood roar battle axe in one hand, and patting the human under him with the other, no, the shoulder of the demonized human, Grom turned his head to look around, suffering a not small encounter, but the entire caravan still did not have a trace of commotion, and even all the coachmen's faces did not move for a moment, this strange phenomenon is naturally the masterpiece of the tribal chief who has been semi-demonized. However, except for the successful demon human in front of him, because of the hatred for the human race itself that even the orcs can clearly feel and recognize, so he was given the power to retain his wisdom, the rest of the entire caravan has become a demonized puppet, leaving only the most basic physical instincts, and the absoluteness of being controlled by the caster.

Looking up at the orcs poking out of the whistle on the city wall, Grom waved his hand, led the horse team behind him, and slowly entered the city in front of him, Dunhold, the orc concentration camp, and the gladiator arena of death.

"I need to find a young orc, about seventeen to eighteen years old, with a green complexion!"

As he walked, Grom said to the demonized human who was following closely beside him.

"Yes, master, everything is ready!"

Hearing Grom's words, **** immediately bowed his head and responded, then took a few steps forward, ran into the carriage, and after a few seconds, he dragged a human being who was tightly bound and even his mouth was stuffed with burlap, and he could only keep choking.

"Lord Baron, it looks like it's time to use you again!"

"Old ****, you're not afraid of death, aren't you worried about your wife, as long as someone finds out..."

As soon as the gauze ball in his mouth was removed, Baron Xiao Muzhen stared at the originally familiar face in front of him, and said in a weak voice, but only halfway through the words, the green eyes that were turned around again by **** stared at the hairs standing on end, and the pimples were stunned.

"That woman... Hey, hey!"

Suddenly laughed coldly, **** grabbed the fat and white neck of Baron Xiao Muzhen, and with a slight force on his hand, he made the other party's eyes white and dying, and his mouth came closer, and he whispered.

"You don't really think that Lao Tzu doesn't know anything, do you!

As soon as he let go of his hand, he looked at Baron Xiao Muzhen, who was curled up and began to pant, I don't know when a dagger appeared in the **** hand, and it was pierced on the opponent's right palm, but the half-foot blade pierced the opponent's skin again and again, and fixed the whole hand on the ground.

Turned his hand and pulled out the dagger violently, and at the moment when Baron Xiao Muzhen tried to retract it, he stepped on the bleeding right hand on the ground again, in the frightened eyes of the other party, the old **** Slightly pierced his palm with a dagger, and after drops of green viscous blood fell on the back of Baron Xiao Muzhen's injured hand, it followed the wound like a living creature into his body, and after absorbing the wound of green blood, the baron's right hand began to recover at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and there was not even a scar left in a few seconds.

"You've seen those guys out there, too, and if you don't obey, I'll give you a taste of what it's like to be a zombie in minutes!

While speaking, the old **** let go of the hand that was stepping on the other party's hand and also let go of the hand that clamped the other party's chin, but Baron Xiao Muzhen, who had regained his temporary freedom, still looked frightened, quickly retracted his originally injured right hand, and when he repeatedly checked the location of the original wound, a cold snort came from his ears, and after a chill, he stood up tremblingly.

"What the hell are you trying to do!****..."

His eyes flickered as he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him! The baron, who had barely been tortured all night, had no confidence.

"Let the city accept the punishment it deserves!"

The green eyes burst out with a bloodthirsty cold glow, and **** pushed the other party in front of him.

"Let's go, first of all! We'll have to find a young orc! about seventeen or eighteen years old! You should know how to do it, my lord!"

After staggering a few steps forward, Baron Xiao Muzhen glanced at the darkness beside him, and faintly, more than a dozen pairs of huge eyes were staring at him coldly.

After swallowing his saliva slightly, the baron patted the dirt on his body tremblingly, and restored the original dirty aristocratic clothes that could barely see the original color to the color, but this delay, the back was punched by the old **** again, and in the continuous scolding and threatening sound behind him, he bent his back slightly, and the baron slowly walked into the passage in front... (To be continued.) )