Ite, now accustomed to a group of people curled up in this cramped cage, eating a small amount of pitiful, tough, sour and sour dried Oro beast jerky every day, it was not so much a habit that he was numb.

If someone who was originally familiar with him saw him now, he would definitely not recognize this dirty, dull-eyed dirty human boy as the smart and lively Yat in the past.

Almost all of the nearly 200 prisoners held here were human, except for the two werewolves in the cramped iron cage in the corner, all of which were filthy to the point of turning into locks of dark gray and strangely shaped clumps.

It is said that they were warriors of a hostile tribe captured by this group of hunters, and according to the human adventurers who had been imprisoned for the longest time, at first the small iron cage was full of seven or eight tall werewolf warriors, perhaps those rangers wanted to exchange them as prisoners of war for money from the other tribe, but it seemed that the negotiations did not go well or failed, of course, this may be the narrator's own speculation, these captured werewolf warriors should have been ruthlessly abandoned by their tribe, and the guards correspondingly lost interest in them, and just locked them up and left them to fend for themselvesEven the pitiful food and water that were distributed to the prisoners every day did not have their share, so the werewolves continued to die of hunger and thirst, leaving only these two who were also dying with the help of the food distributed by the kind human captives.

All the human captives held here can be divided into two parts, the vast majority of them are border guards of the Kingdom of Lazer who were captured after being attacked by orc rangers, and a large proportion of the soldiers in the guard fortress like Iter are probably related to the fact that the numerous stone forts along the long border are the most easy targets.

Of course, the adventurers and merchant speculators who came to the orc territory in search of wealth with the dream of gold rush were the main prisoners except for the captured human warriors, and it was known through conversation that these unlucky fellows either belonged to some small civilian caravans with no backing forces, or simply some temporary adventurer teams that spontaneously organized to try their luck here, and those large merchant group members with legendary connections to the orcs were not here at all.

Although it has only been about a month since they were imprisoned in this orc camp, the orcs have unusually not taken them to exchange for ransom with the Lazer Kingdom, and what is even more frightening is that according to the first humans who were captured and imprisoned here, they have even been imprisoned here for almost half a year, which is definitely an extremely strange phenomenon, because if it was simply to obtain a ransom to attack and plunder the people on the border of the Lazer Kingdom, the orcs should have transported the captives to the border in exchange for food resources according to the custom, and they would not have been imprisoned for so long and wasted precious food。

The communication between them gradually became less and less, on the one hand, because the food that was only enough to sustain the minimum needs of life limited this action, and on the other hand, because the more the orcs did not deal with them further, and only put them in the cage and ignored them, the more uneasy and anxious everyone's hearts became.

Tormented by hunger and an intense fear of an unknown fate even more terrible than hunger, almost all of the human captives gradually became mentally exhausted and nearly collapsed. Even the most embarrassing problem of personal hygiene, after a month of devastation, everyone can now almost take off their clothes and pants in front of everyone without changing their faces, and defecate in front of the foul-smelling clay pot, and their indifferent and numb faces are completely devoid of the shyness they had at the beginning.

Poole was held in the adjacent iron cage cell, and although it was close to each other, the two teenagers were separated by a tightly packed iron bar, and only encouraged each other through words of mutual comfort, supporting their fragile hearts from being tormented by difficult circumstances.

Through the exchange of words between each other, Lite knew that Poole's experience was roughly the same as his own, and the only thing that made Ute angry was that when he was captured by the orc rangers, he was captured after being knocked unconscious by those rude orc warriors with a stick, but this guy Poole, according to himself, was stunned by the fierce expression of those hideous-looking giant wolves grinning with teeth during the escape, so his body was still intact.

"Phew, cowardly fellow, shame on you. ”

Touching the big bag on the back of his head that had not completely dissipated, Ite could still feel a faint pain, and couldn't help but despise Poole who was napping by the iron fence with indignation in his heart again, and couldn't help but feel a sense of depression in his heart about what happened to him.

The afternoon sun shone down obliquely through the cracks in the iron window, and it looked extra warm when it fell on the body. Just after swallowing a small piece of jerky thrown in by the kobold, he drank a stream of cold water in the basin, feeling the false feeling of fullness brought by the water shaking in his stomach, and Ete, who was curled up and snuggled on the iron fence and squinted to rest, felt that this moment was simply pleasant after secretly slandering his companion for the first time.

There was another noisy noise outside the window, mixed with the low roar of the wolf warriors, the screams of the orc cubs and the loud shouts of the werewolf warriors, which made Ete, who originally wanted to squint for a while, couldn't help frowning a little irritably, opened his eyes and looked at his companions who didn't raise their heads around, sighed, stood up slowly, and squeezed to the window with difficulty to see what was going on outside.

"Hey, pesky little one, can't you slow down? step on my foot......"

Little Safant's dissatisfied complaint came from beside him, and Ete hurriedly flashed to the side and smiled apologetically at Little Safant.

Little Safant, who had always prided himself as a model of aristocracy, no longer had the same importance of appearance as before, his messy curls were stained with yellow grass clippings, and his slightly dirty face was full of exhaustion and haggardness.

In such a situation, everyone is in fear of the unknown fate all day long, and no one has the heart to pay attention to the neatness of the appearance anymore, almost all of them are now haggard and sloppy appearance, except for one person, that is, Alex, who was originally the highest rank among these captives.

Maybe human beings are born with a habit of dependence, so when everyone is attacked and captured by the orc rangers, the sudden change of environment and the change of roles make people who are at a loss habitually want to find some support that can dispel the fear in their hearts.

Of course, this kind of strength defined in the heart may be multifaceted, but whether it is due to the long-term subtlety in the king's ** team, or the inertia in the hearts of ordinary people, in the hearts of this group of captives mixed with the soldiers of the Lazer Kingdom and all kinds of adventurers, as a squad leader in the most elite knights of the kingdom such as the Silver Fir Knights, whether it is in terms of official position or in the judgment of personal strength in everyone's hearts, Alex should be the well-deserved leader of their group of human prisoners.

According to Little Safant's description of how they were captured, everyone knew that the small team of one-horned snow deer knights led by Alex, who was tasked with escorting the safety of the transport convoy, faced the attack of nearly ten times their own werewolf rangers, fought back bravely, and finally outnumbered after killing more than a dozen werewolf warriors, most of the one-horned snow deer knights finally broke through under the cover of Captain Alex and little Safin and a few of them, but as a broken end, they fell into a heavy encirclement and were captured.

Perhaps it was because of everyone's respect and dependence on him that Alex still tried his best to keep his appearance neat even in this harsh environment, and the sky blue eyes on his slightly haggard face were still so calm and calm.

"What else are you looking at, isn't it still those things, I don't know which damn team of hunters has returned to camp again, alas, I don't know which brothers have suffered again......"

Little Safent rubbed the foot that had been stepped on by Ite, and kept nagging, this situation had been seen several times in the month they had been captured, and they had long since lost interest in watching it.

But as a teenager, Ite was still interested in finding a way to pass the time in this dreary environment, so he still tried to squeeze to the window and look out in the harsh sunlight.

This time, the formation outside seemed to be a little different from the previous occasions when the returning rangers were welcomed, and the formation seemed to be much grander and more formal.

The noisy orcs were driven to both sides of the street by the werewolf knights wielding weapons and wearing leather armor, clearing the entire road, and a team of wolves in full gear rode back and forth in the middle of the open road, keeping the road clear.

Both sides of the road were crowded with orcs watching on tiptoe, and it seemed that each orc's face was full of joy and anticipation, and they craned their necks and waited anxiously.

It's also interested in the somewhat unusual scene, and she also stretched her neck and waited anxiously.