Could it be that I was captured by the Greenskins?

Although Eric's logic told him that this was unlikely, the sharp pain in his head proved that it was not a dream. He wasn't in heaven at the moment, and heaven wouldn't let him suffer so much.

"Eric!" the voice continued. Eric struggled to get up, then managed to sit himself up. Now he could see who was calling him.

Next to the cage he was in was another cage that housed a man Eric knew, and it was Eblandon. Because the two cages are next to each other, Eric can clearly see what is going on with Ebollandon.

The armor on his body had been stripped off, and he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt that was once of good texture but was now tattered and stained with blood and stains, and his body was covered with large and small bruises and small wounds. His hair was disheveled, his beard was scruffy, he looked haggard, and to make matters worse, he was shackled on his hands and feet. These shackles are very green-skinned, specifically, chains, sleeves, and shackles that have been pieced together from some corner of the road, at least the thing on Eblandon's foot was clearly a thick dog chain.

In a word, the prince's appearance really doesn't look very good. Of course, Eric knew that he would never look much better than Eblandon at the moment.

"Your Highness, ...... you," Eric asked, but Ebollandon smiled wryly at him.

"Eric, you've been captured too, have our army been defeated?"

"We have not been defeated, Your Highness. Eric's answer made Ebollandon's face appear a little happy. "Just a small setback. How do you ......?"

"I was knocked down on the battlefield, and when I came to my senses, I found myself here, a prisoner. Eblandon showed the chain on his feet, "and then I found you to be my companion." ”

Eric examined his shackles. The green-skinned shackles are rough but quite strong. In the absence of tools, it is unlikely to be removed with bare hands. And even if he broke free, there would be this big wooden cage outside.

Eric suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, making him realize that he was still weak. Not to mention that there are so many things, even if he has no restraints at all, it is estimated that he will not be able to go far.

"Eric, you're fine. You've been lying here for two days. ”

"I'm fine. Eric struggled to answer. However, his body still betrayed his words, and he sat on the edge of the cage to keep himself from lying down again. The sharp pain in his head was still intense, and the physical pain that had been ignored before began to flare up, surging up in waves. His throat burned like fire, and he involuntarily closed his eyes and groaned.

Something touched his shoulder, and he opened his eyes to see that it was a bowl handed by Ebollandon. Of course, the notch. But in the bowl was his most urgent thing, water.

"Eric, do you know what we survived for?" Edrich asked as he drank water. "Greenskin also gave me some food and water, I don't know what to do. ”

"I don't know what to do. Eric replied. There is no such thing as morality or benevolence between the greenskins and humans. Greenskins will definitely die in the hands of humans, but humans will only get worse if they fall into the hands of Greenskins. In most cases, the Greenskins will choose to torture captives for a short period of time, and may even turn them into dinner if they have a good appetite. Of course, the greenskins have always had a good appetite.

But looking at the appearance of the green skin, it seems that he is not planning to do anything to them in the near future. Otherwise, they wouldn't have given food and water to these dying captives - let alone the Greenskins, which are the same for human death row inmates.

"Eric, tell me what happened to me since I went to Tekken Castle, and how you were defeated?" asked Ebollandon when Eric had regained a little energy.

There's really nothing to hide, and Eric carefully recounts the process from the arrival of the army to the front, focusing on the battle. From the plan drawn up before the battle to his own misjudgment, the knights fell into the enemy formation, and finally were surrounded and annihilated by the greenskins. As he spoke, he noticed the prince clenching his fists more than once, pounding the thick wooden cage.

"Damn...... Is that what she wants me to disappear...... No wonder Greenskin's offensive is so fierce, it turns out that she wants me to die in the first place! Even I'm gone, and she's going to ...... the knights of the east That slut!"

"Your Highness, you say so...... Not quite a good fit......"

"Eric, what else is there to say now. That slut killed everyone...... I can only scold that slut a few words now. Do you think we'll make it back alive?"

The two of them stopped talking, as a cacophony of voices came from far and near, toward them. It should be noted that Eric and Ebollandon's cage was not placed in the open air, but in a large tent. The two cages occupy only a small space in this tent. Although the whole tent was made of a mixture of fabrics, leather, and even paper, the furnishings inside were equally shoddy, and crude in the eyes of the two captives. But if a greenskin is qualified to have such a large tent, then it can only mean that he must be a boss.

A group of greenskins walked into the tent, with goblins and orcs, talking all the way. The two of them couldn't understand what Greenskins were saying (and only the magicians who pursued knowledge for the sake of knowledge knew Greenskin), but they could tell from the tone, demeanor, and movements of the greenskins that the big greenskinned orc in the middle was the boss. Because every time he spoke, all the other greenskins obediently shut up, and even the noisy goblin shamans would become respectful.

"It's that guy......" Eric heard Eblandon mumble to himself, his hands clenched into fists. And Eric himself recognized the orc on the other side as the green-skinned boss who had defeated him on the battlefield.

The greenskins gathered around the table in the middle of the tent and discussed noisily for a long time. It took a great deal of effort for the two captives in the cage to recognize that the large piece of leather in the middle of the table, which looked scribbled, was actually a map. Just now, this group of greenskins was discussing combat plans for this map.

"Boss, those two humans, are you going to eat them roasted or raw?" Grubb kindly suggested to the Boss. "I've got a big barbecue fork! small pieces can be grilled, but if you eat them all at once, you might as well set them on fire to the cage to burn them, it tastes better. ”

"No, don't eat them for a while. The Blood Banner Boss replied. As for the blessing of Greenskin's lazy and casual style of life in terms of eating, so far, no Greenskin has found the difference between the Blood Banner Boss in terms of dining.

"Boss, I can use magic to roast them until they are medium-rare. "A shamanic offer. "It's going to taste good. ”

"No, I'm not going to eat them!" the Blood Banner boss paused, "I'm going to ask them where their big boss is! Then let them take me to him! I'm going to cut off the head of the big human leader and stick it in my back!"

The Blood Banner Boss's staff was indeed empty. However, in this regard, the green skins are very self-respecting and pay great attention to honor. As a war commander, it is absolutely not okay to find a random miscellaneous head and put it on. If you don't have the right head, you might as well be empty. For example, the headhunter boss who was defeated by the Blood Banner Boss before, that miscellaneous head is not qualified to be placed on the boss's staff as a trophy.

This is the end of the topic. Actually, there are no more topics. The Blood Banner Boss's army has grown further in the past few days - the good news of the Blood Banner Boss's winning streak has reached the Iron Claw Mountains, and now piles of greenskins are catching up to join the great Waaaaagh. They missed a great beginning, but now they don't want to miss more.

Although the Shem army in front of them held out without a fight, every Greenskin knew that the Bloodbanner Boss was gathering strength to get in his way. In the Greenskins' camp, the goblins are using the loot to create new tools of war, transforming human armor into greenskins, while the orcs look for weapons that are still intact to suit them.

The other greenskins are gone, and now only the boss remains. The boss closed the tent curtain and yelled outside—he couldn't understand it, but Eric could still guess that it probably meant "Don't disturb me, or you'll kill you."

Then, the Greenskin Boss walked over to the two captives, all the way to the cage.

The two captives exchanged glances with each other. Then they looked at the big orc. The orcs stared at them, and they looked at the orc boss carefully.

Both of them gasped in unison. This is not because this orc looks weird - this orc really has nothing special in appearance, except that he is a little larger, and has the same green skin as the other orcs, with rough hair, a slightly hunched back, a low pig face, pointed ears, red eyes, a protruding mouth, and a sharp protruding canine teeth in the lower row, resembling wild boar teeth—but because the orc's eyes flashed with that calm and calm light.

Orcs are known to be rude, belligerent, and cruel and murderous. Normal orcs don't have this kind of look.

"You two don't have to look like that. The Blood Banner Boss spoke, not in the green language, but in the human language. "Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you. ”

The two captives looked at each other again—what had happened before them had subverted their common sense.

"You ......" for a long time, Ai Bolandon suddenly shouted. "You're not a greenskin!"

Suddenly, he reached out and slammed his hand into the Blood Banner Boss's face. If this is magic such as illusion, this direct skin-to-skin contact will immediately expel the magic that confuses the eyes. Because of the shackles, he didn't move very quickly, but the Blood Banner Boss didn't dodge.

The feeling coming from the hand was normal, indeed the rough and hard of green skin, with a little greasy feeling. This guy is indeed a green-skinned orc. At least he didn't have any vision-obscuring magic on him.