Rather than answer Lawrence's question immediately, Rivard took the flask from the bedside table, poured himself a large glass, and poured another one in front of Lawrence. Rivard's stubby fingers gripped the large horn cup in his hand tightly, and he drank cup after cup.

Lawrence withdrew his gaze, tried to breathe more evenly, and relaxed his body—at this point, he would do his best and resign himself to his destiny. Nothing more I say will not help, it will only make the other party more annoying, but it is better to be generous, make a very casual appearance, and let Rivad make his own ideas, so that he can get the result he wants, not perfunctory.

Gently raising the glass, his slightly trembling right hand making the wine ripple in the mouth, Lawrence carefully took a sip from the rim of the glass. He was not used to this overly stimulating drink, but he could use it to hide his nervousness, make his heart beat more slowly, and cover his eyes back and forth.

"Your Highness!" the curtain was suddenly lifted, and a frightened voice drew the eyes of both men, and the panicked guard was kneeling outside the door on one knee, looking up at Ryvard in the tent.

"The orc's messenger has arrived, and...... Coming this way!" The guard spoke very quickly, as if he were shouting out, in a hurry: "The brethren can't stop it!"

"Samir! It must be it, the demon...... No, it's a brute!" Rivad's eyes lit up, and he gritted his teeth and strode over to Lawrence, and said with a slight apology: "I'm sorry, but please leave quickly, that guy is very brutal and murderous!"

"It's too late, Your Highness, it's already in the barracks and it's coming this way!" the guard emphasized again. His panicked eyes turned to Lorens, he knew that this Noldor elf must have come to persuade His Highness to defect, and if that Samir found out, His Highness would definitely ............

Thinking of the guards here, he quietly took out a battle axe from behind his back, and his eyes showed an unbearable but resolute light. Although His Highness will not spare himself in this way, at least he is loyal, and that is enough!

With a crisp sound, the snowy short-handled one-handed axe fell to the ground, and the guard grew his mouth, looking at the thin Noldor elf in front of him incredulously, and the whole person stopped there like a sculpture, and his right hand still raised the axe, motionless.

Lorens quickly took out two shackles from the bag that had fallen on the ground, fastened his ankles with quick movements under the stunned gaze of the guards, and then put his hands on his own hands, patted the ashes, and wiped two handfuls on his face casually, and then stood up from the ground.

"Huh, what kind of eyes are you looking at?" When everything was cleaned up, Lawrence noticed that the two dwarves were standing motionless, their expressions full of strangeness. He didn't think much about it, so he took out another short stick from the bag, stuffed it into Riwald's hand, and asked casually, "You don't know how to use this thing, do you?"

"What do you mean by that?" Rivard looked at the baton and then at Lorens, who was now a "refugee" turned "prisoner", swallowed, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any use in this?"

"Pretend, isn't this to deal with that orc?" said Lawrence through gritted teeth, with a look of hatred that would not be made of steel, "Do you want to be discovered?

"Oh~~~, I see. Rivad nodded immediately and quickly replied.

"Whew--" Lawrence let out a long breath and flattened his mouth, "Later, when that guy comes, you know how to introduce me, right?" After receiving an affirmative answer, the Noldor young man sat down on the ground, waiting for the terrifying creature to appear. At this moment, everyone raised their guts!

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Samir had a muscular body - like all orcs, he could barely see his neck. A head of sparse hair, covered with long brownish-black fluff, and two large arms that looked like they were deformed, weighed a straight-edged sword, which was the favorite of orc warriors—it looked like a large rectangular piece of iron tied to a wooden handle, only thicker and more powerful to wield.

Its right eye was a frightening hollow - nothing, and all that was left in its socket was what looked like a gagged mess of gadgets.

Fat feet walked with great steps, swaggering to the big tent of Ryvard under the escort of a group of dwarven guards on their knees, he had no guards with him, and he didn't need them - the dwarves were just a bunch of wrecks, and as for the elves? the sick leper had not yet been able to kill him!

"Welcome, Venerable Lord Samir. Levard saluted it respectfully, and his broad waist bent down with difficulty—a movement that was a little more difficult for a dwarf.

"Go in, I'm not talking here!" Samir snorted, raised his chin arrogantly, and raised the corners of his mouth at a disdainful angle: "I brought the order of the great Kosai Khan!"

"Follow your wishes, honorable Samir. Without complaint, Levard straightened up, enthusiastically lifted the curtain of the tent for it, and walked in closely behind him.

"The great Kosai Khan, who was furious and furious when he heard of you!" Samir sat down on Rivad's bed, took the flask from the side and poured it into his mouth: "If it weren't for the fact that you still have a little loyalty, you and your gnomes would have died a long time ago!"

"Thank you Kosai Khan!" Samir licked the corners of his mouth, revealing his scarlet tongue: "Shorty!"

"I am also deeply honored to wish the great Kosai Khan an invincible battle and a long life!" Rivad lowered his eyebrows and asked in a tentative tone, "So, what orders did Kosai Khan bring?"

"While the damn Noldor tuberculosis are vulnerable, there are still the humans. But after all, there are so many of them, as many as locusts, that it takes a lot of effort to kill them, and it is even more troublesome if they escape. Samir weighed his sword and said in a disdainful tone: "So, your army must also participate in the battle when the time comes, attacking them from the flank!"

"Go around the backs of the strong orc warriors and give them a surprise! The great Kosai Khan has given you a favorable offer, and if you can fight the enemy, then he will give your family the right to join the Taal at his discretion!"

"If you dare to run away............ Samir laughed, and Rivad shuddered with laughter, "I'll take you all one by one, chop them up, and make a pot of broth chowder." ”

"It is the privilege of my life to be at the service of the generous Kosai Khan!" said Rivad to his knees, lying on his stomach, "Praise be to the great Kosai Khan!"

"Who is this guy?!" Samir's eyes suddenly looked at the corner of the tent, where Lorens was huddled, he was trembling, and the shackles on his body made a crisp "bang-bang" sound.

"It's ...... A gadget I brought back from the battlefield. Rivad said cautiously, "It's not very useful, but it's obedient, so I stayed." ”

As he spoke, he walked over, picked up his short stick and struck it on Lawrence's back, and his emaciated body fell to the ground like a leaf, lying there like a dead dog.

"Stand up, go pour wine for Lord Samir, you idiot!" Rivard said, the whining stick still beating on Lawrence's body, and the bruised Noldor boy shuddered, trotted over the flask, and walked over to Samir with his head bowed.

"You're a Noldor elf?" Samir asked with a cruel smile. It grabbed Lawrence by the hair with its thick palm, and brought the two faces together, beneath the pale blonde dirty hair, a terrified face.

"Yes, my lord. Lawrence trembled his lips, his eyes didn't even dare to blink, and the flask was tightly held in his arms: "The Noldor Elves, from the East, are the slaves of Lord Rivard!"

"So, little one. Do you know what's going on with my eyes?" Samir asked, pointing to his right eye and in a mocking tone, "An old elf shot it with an arrow made of wood. Do you know what happened to that old man?"

"I don't know, my lord. I don't know. Lorens shook his head with a cry in his voice.

"It's going to be dinner, uh hahahahaha~......" Samir hahadaxiao, very casually, threw Lorens aside like a thing, and didn't look at him anymore.

"Ahh The broken scalp cracked, and dark red blood lay on the ground.

"A sick ghost is a sick ghost, just touch it and it's over. ”

"Remember what you said, dwarf!" Samir picked up his sword and walked towards the outside of the tent, shaking and his voice low: "If you dare to go back, I will make you dinner!"

"Yes, honorable Lord Samir, Rivad understands. Levard followed it in a cold sweat and said, "Everything is according to Lord Kosai!"

"I'm expecting you to regret it. Samir snorted: "Not all orc warriors are as merciful and generous as the great Khosai Khan!"

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Samir left.

Ivard gasped and sat on the edge of the bed. Bloodied, Lorens fainted in his tent, still holding the spilled flask in his arms.

Glory, people, promises, threats............ Suddenly Levard felt so lonely, and an indescribable sadness welled up in his heart.

"What should I do?"