Chapter 375 Heterosexual

The cold and horrible desert night, successfully attacked the caravans of the caravans, gasping thick and holding the torch.

They muttered a language similar to the glacier orc language, going back and forth in a messy camp, rummaging around and collecting their spoils.

In the camp of the caravan owners, starting from Dean and Louisa, the old hammer, the fast rope, the McGee, the surviving human captives, clasped their heads in both hands, lined up in a line, and were escorted by the armed orcs to the enemy’s leader. before.

Tyres is among them, just behind Dean. Perhaps because of his age and size, Taylors was not ruthlessly escorted by an orc like a man, but despite walking through the sand and passing through a vicious alien. The eyes and weapons of the enemy on both sides still made him chill.

The murderousness and appearance of the orcs are quite disturbing. Almost every orc warrior has a lot of old and new wounds. At first glance, it is the brave man who has experienced many battles. They looked at the prisoners with disdainful eyes and deliberately knocked on the weapons in their hands. When it was a bang, Tyres couldn't help but think of it six years ago, remembering the scene of the mission going through the North Dragon Infantry Regiment under the Broken Dragon Fortress.

The same tension, the same suffocation.

It’s just more desperate than it was then.

In addition to dozens of orc warriors, three unique orcs stood in front of the goods belonging to Tomtin, and watched the captives approaching.

Tyres is no stranger to them:

A cold-faced orc with white lips, with a large black bow on his shoulder, it was just a shot in the striker's showdown that shot the mercenary Ponca;

A fierce guy with a big sword, bare upper body, muscle knots, blackened his forehead, it strokes the wound on his chest, his face is terrible smirk, and the death of the northern lander Kanze is due to his a note

And the beast who is wearing a mace and blue paint on his face, it has been chasing Tyres since the time of the battle. Now, its eyes have never left the juvenile, full of sharp teeth. Rub up and down in hate.

It is far from exporting to the prince: Fraka.

The blue-faced orc poses in a pinch, and the mace is clenched in the hand.

Fraka.

It is Flaka.

Tyres silently, his heart is not good.

But these three different guys have not been able to hide the style behind them:

The pale orc who broke his hand was wearing black armor, draped in a rare white fur, and looked down at the iron fork of his right wrist. He sat on a pile of goods at random, as if he was blending with the tranquility of the surroundings, in the light of the torch. Waiting for the arrival of the captives.

Different postures and heights prove its status.

The captives were brought one by one to the front and arranged in a horizontal line. The rude escorts may press or squat to force the defeated to kneel down to their leader.

Taylor sighed slightly and followed him in the sand.

Under the night, the orc, next to the leader, with a big sword and naked upper body, snorted and gestured to throw a torch.

It lifted the torch, baked the wound in front of the roasting chest, and gave a satisfactory sigh in the inhalation of the merchants and the sound of the flames.

After burning the wound, the beast went step by step through each of the squatting captives, illuminating their faces.

Tyres was stunned by the fire and temperature.

The leader who sat on the cargo and looked at the iron fork slowly looked up and looked at its spoils.

The number of people who survived in the caravan was much more than expected: at least eight or nine people were in prisoners, and they held their hands together and shivered under the orc’s gaze—because the battle started too suddenly, the enemy’s The sneak attack was too successful. The people who picked up the weapons were basically killed mercilessly in the first round, and the rest of the people who had not had time to arm were quickly frightened by the fierce battle, and the beasts were embarrassed. In the face, the blood-stained weapons, and the thrilling roar, they did not go to the ground and surrendered.

The tales who saw their expressions dare to say: These merchants have probably never seen so many orcs in their lifetime.

The flame was blown up by the cold wind, facing the orc's sly face, and the prisoners were ashamed.

The scary silence lasted for a short period of time, and the night winds and colds accompanied by the noisyness of the distant searchers added a few sorrows to the scene.

"The outsiders."

Finally, the pale leader opened.

Between the twisted and horrible lips, its lingua syllabic accent is as full of desert style as ever, fluently convincing that this will be what the orcs say: "You are here..."

"Who is in charge?"

The captives who were kneeling on the ground were turbulent, and many people turned their heads subconsciously.

Tyres saw with Yu Guang: Tom Ting, who had a big belly, also held his head and squatted on the remote side of the team.

But the ancestors and the sages are old, and they are so eager to talk about it. The boss of the lavish business team who talks about the business is gone, and the rest is a pitiful poor man: Tommy seems to be the beast The face was scared, but he narrowed his head and did not dare to carry it.

Obese, he squats on the ground, shakes into a sieve, and tries to curl up the muscles and muscles of his body. It seems that every inch of the body in the cold wind will bring losses.

In the face of the question of the leader, he did not say anything.

The pale orc leader looked around the captives and sneered with a loud voice: "Oh, so..."

"So, outsiders, you guys who don't have the right words can talk to me - even if I start thinking about who to leave and who to kill?"

This made many prisoners tremble even more.

This is an orc who is proficient in human language. Taylors thinks that this is rare.

Moreover, according to Dean, they are not sporadic loneliness exiles, but big tribes?

Thinking of this, Tyres noticed: Dean sighed aside.

The latter moved his knees and prepared to stand up.

But the mercenaries who did not wait for the bald head made a bigger move, and the other side of the captive team had a slight commotion.

"We surrendered, and you promised our lives, the orcs."

An armored girl put down her hands and raised her knees in the squatting crowd, standing upright and looking at the enemy calmly.

"Fuck." Taylors heard a small curse on the other side of the McGee curse.

"I am," Louisa's expression was a little dark in the dark, but her voice was incomparably clear and smooth:

"I am the leader of this team, Louisa Dante."

Unarmed, she whispered: "You can negotiate with me."

The commotion happened again.

But this time, the roaring orc warriors who caused the commotion, they whispered in the roaring voice.

The pale orc's facial features were fretting. It changed his sitting position, his elbows pressed against his knees, and his body leaned forward. He seemed to be interested in this woman who stood out at the time of the horse.

"I only promised this person, and the life of that Solino," the orc pointed to the wheat and Tyres on the iron fork: "Does not include other outsiders, and you..."

The three orcs under the leader looked at each other and showed their teeth, giving them a thick laughter that Tyres sounded like a cold wind.

"Look, my Guards are laughing," the leader turned to Louisa, smiling:

“The people outside the desert have fallen to the point where the weak females lead them?”

The old hammer and McGee on the other side made a low curse.

In the face of the beast's gaze, Louisa took a calm breath.

"Then you can give me a weapon and give me an opponent."

"I can prove to you - your commitment and my sword are nothing."

The big sword orc who held the torch and bare upper body snorted and took a breath, patted the wound on his chest and said something.

The leader responded to it and attracted many orcs to laugh.

It turned around.

"You don't need to prove that the heroic warrior Louisa Dante, I know very well: many females in the world are much more terrible than males."

Louisa made a slight meal.

"And according to my loyal Guardian, ‘unrestrained Lusana’,” said the pale orc slowly: “He confesses your strength, and the one you gave him is so painful.”

Louisa glanced at the orc with a big sword and found the sharp teeth in the direction.

The leader continued with interest: "He also said that if you are an orc, then he will take you home now, as the most cherished wife, protect you with blood and sword, protect you and give birth to him. The strong scorpion until his battle soul completes the test of indifference and returns to the land of the ancestors."

McGee whispered a curse.

But Louisa just sneered.

"But I am human."

The leader nodded.

"But you are human, you can't be a member of us," the pale orc snarled to Lusananu, revealing an interesting look:

"So he has no choice but to eat you."

Eat it.

Eat it?

Tyre’s heart was cold, and I wondered why I remembered the sand that I had eaten myself.

And - the blood thorn lizard.

Louisa sighed:

"This is racial discrimination."

The leader seemed to be amused, and it opened its mouth and made a scream of laughter.

“Is this normal?” Tells whispered to Dean next to him:

"Every orc who has captured humans first makes a joke with them, and then heats up the cauldron to cook them?"

"I don't know, after all," Dean's lips didn't move:

"There are not many people who are captured by the orcs and can still go back to tell stories."

Taylors glimpsed.

Louisa looked up.

"So, are you?"

The female captain was fearlessly facing the orc who looked at him: "The people who killed the sand thieves."

"People who hunt all the living things in the desert on a large scale."

The leader narrowed his eyes.

"So you found out."

Its low voice sounds.

"Those corpses."

Dean frowned slightly.

Louisa nodded.

"There are a lot of individual hard ideas in the camps, even the exiles of the big tribes, but they have no power to fight back," the female captain looked around at dozens of orc warriors:

"I guess you, with numbers, tactics and formations, use the almost tribal brave men of the army to kill them."

"Like tonight - for this raid, you even disarmed the heavy armor and lightly loaded it, only to surprise it and attack it."

Louisa stared at each other coldly.

"What is she doing?" The old hammer whispered.

The answer to him was Dean, the bald mercenary sighed in the ear of Teres:

"She is trying to make herself look stronger... It is said that the orcs, especially the big tribes, respect the strong and the warriors and value the honor."

The orc leader smiled. It raised the iron fork on the broken wrist and pointed at Louisa:

"Good, what else do you want to say?"

Louisa took a deep breath and nodded and continued: "The Cracked Horde, I know you."

The leader did not move.

Louisa faced the leader and his three terrible men, and opened his mouth without fear.

"You are in the desert, one of the eight major tribes under the Dragon's Throne, who suffered heavy losses in the desert war and had to flee to the depths of the desert."

"But why, why do you venture to leave the depths of the desert, to the place where you are close to the power of the stars, and go crazy and kill?"

"This is not in line with the rules of the desert! Even you!"

The leader laughed again.

Compared with its men, especially its three so-called "San Wei", this orc smiles more and more frequently.

It is also more disturbing.

"The rules in the desert?"

"Very good, you can survive, woman," the orc leader nodded slowly, regardless of the orc with the big sword - Lusana's roaring protest:

"For your good war and insight, as for us to go back or... let's take a look."

"What about the other people?"

"Others, others must prove their worth," the orc leader turned his head and swept the captive with a scorpion of yellow light:

"And I attacked and captured you, I just want to know one thing."

The mercenaries frowned.

"What?" Louisa wondered.

In the fire, the eyes of the orc leader smashed.

"After a few days ago, I received a report," it stepped down the sand and stood up to the huge figure of two people:

"Many people, no matter the wild, the orcs, the sand thieves, or the small tribes, the small groups, they have fled from the north and fled from the east."

Escape?

Tyres raised doubts in his heart.

This doubt also spread to the captives, but the situation in front of them made them think nothing.

The orcs walked slowly to the far left of the captive team, stepping through each person step by step.

Looking at the sly guy approaching, many merchants shook with horror, and Tyres swears that he even smelled the smell of urine.

"I am very puzzled: What made these scums dare to ignore the majesty of the Dragon Throne, to forget the horror of the altar of the gods, to flee into the depths of the desert desperately, to flee into the territory of the orcs and the ridiculous people, to escape into the Eight Great Tribes. And the land of the five major tribes, fleeing into the dangerous restricted area known to the desert?"

"And according to these evacuees," the pure black orc walked past Tomtin's side, the latter all lying on the ground, looking like a trembling caterpillar:

“Not long ago, thousands of elite cavalry entered the desert.”

Dean next to Tyres held his breath.

"Thousands of people?" he whispered.

What Dean didn't know was that Tyres' heartbeat missed a shot at that moment.

cavalry.

cavalry?

Enter the desert cavalry.

The pale orc walked past Louisa's side, and the huge left hand patted her shoulder and raised her lips:

"In ten days, they almost occupied all the oasis strongholds, drove away all the aborigines, and killed those who did not want to leave."

The mercenaries on the ground showed their surprised expressions and looked around.

"Is it? Not you?"

Louisa doubts the opening:

"In the desert, sweeping and hunting, is... the group of cavalry you said?"

The group of cavalry.

Tyres stared at the sand in front of him, his face stiff.

The orc turned around.

"Like you, we have encountered countless bodies and camps along the way, just a lot more than your discovery."

The orcs walked past the old hammer and the fast rope, and the sound became colder and colder:

"not only that."

"They slaughtered the two-legged creatures they saw on the road, regardless of their cost, whether they were sand thieves, exiles, wild people, orcs, or ordinary smugglers. The northern periphery."

"It’s almost turning a small desert into a no-man's land."

Slaughter is exhausted.

Tyres felt the back sweating down.

"This is not over."

The orc came to Dean.

The pure black orc leader bowed his head and took a deep look at Dean:

"They didn't go, but they kept the costly defense line on the spot, transporting supplies day and night, drinking horses and grasses unrestrainedly, just staying in the desert for a day and stopping for a day."

Dean narrowed his eyes:

"what?"

"Their rides are dispatched around, patrolling back and forth, killing people when they see people, drinking when they see the water, and seeing the grass - the northern part of the desert is disturbed by them."

Going around.

Go back and forth.

Taylors only felt that his breathing was getting slower and slower.

The orcs continued to move forward, and the giant foot on the soft sand stepped on the chilling friction.

"We hunt, graze, and get food to feed our hunger, but even the most stupid people know that they need to leave their cubs and not touch the seedlings."

The slightly panicked Tells felt that the orcs were getting closer and closer.

"In this way we will have food in the coming year...but this group of people?"

"Whether it is water, pasture, firewood, camp... these immediate killers are asking for it without hesitation, endlessly consuming all the resources in the desert, neither fighting nor occupying, they just disproportionately wasting money and food. And manpower, it is to sweep the wasteland where the bird is not smashed, leaving the sand that is not in the grass, and the cleaned camps and the caravans can no longer stay!"

The orc walked past Dean, and finally stopped at the very side of the tays, stopping by the youngest human being.

Tyres still held his head, and his afterglow saw the orc's sturdy calf and felt it sounded on his head.

bad.

This means...

"According to my experience, these awkward human behaviors are abnormal, and there must be pictures."

“As they have done in the past.”

"But since they acted, we have to do our own actions," the orc leader narrowed his eyes and looked at the captives:

"This is the reason we are going north."

"I decided to lead a group of tribal brave people to go to the East and the North in the desert."

It bites its teeth: "So, outsiders."

"For a month, you are the only one who came from the direction of the sand dunes, the only one who went from the same direction and the same place with the mad cavalry."

"The only one who might know their intentions."

The orc leader is cold and authentic:

"At least, the only living person."

The captives lying on the ground have different expressions.

On the sand, the rows of orc warriors stand around ruthlessly, looking at every human being who is trembling or puzzled.

The three holy guards have the same expression, waiting for the next sentence of their leader.

Finally, the pale orc slowly reached out and raised the iron fork on his wrist. The tone was cold.

"And you will tell me."

"why."

It spits out a noun that frowns everyone:

"Why do the Star Kingdom do this?"

The mercenaries face each other and even the businessmen are amazed.

“Why do they have to send so many troops into the desert?”

“Why are they almost going to break every layer of yellow sand here?”

“Why don’t you pay for human life even if you spend money?”

"And the blade of the camp and even the west of the wild, what happened, so that they are so restless?"

"The sinister and unbelievable stars, what are they doing for what they are doing?"

Under the chill attack, Teres was shocked and felt the neck cool!

An icy iron fork was pressed against the prince's neck.

In the exclamation of the mercenaries, Tyres was forced by the force of the iron fork to look up and look at the bright yellow eyes of the orc leader.

Tyres looked at it with his eyes and looked at the scars and inhuman faces on his face. Yu Guang saw the armor under his fur and looked at the faint blood and wear marks on his face. He only felt numb.

Not the same as other orcs he has fought against.

The eyes are calm and calm.

It seems to hide a lot of secrets.

"Someone," the orc raised his eyes and looked at the other people. The movements on his hands did not stop, and he still hooked Tyres's chin with an iron fork:

"Can you tell me?"

no respond.

There was only a cold wind in the sand.

And the flames.

But at this moment, only Tells knows:

This pale orc is trying to get the truth...

The secret that makes the desert turbulent...

Under its iron fork, a slight shudder.

How to do?

Taylors thought desperately.

Just at this time.

"enough."

"The famous Kandar Nushan in the desert, there is no need to make a human Solino."

This is a gentle and old male voice.

As he rescued the day of Tyres.

When the voice fell, the orcs talked little, seemingly a little commotion for a certain name.

Teres, who was nervous and almost suffocated, felt a slight tremor in his neck.

Finally, the neck was loose: the iron fork left his artery.

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief, began to breathe again, and rushed to think about what was going on in front of him.

The pale orc turned and his gaze calmed all the orcs.

"Who," it slowly walked over to Tells, walked to the speaker's side, staring at the bald man:

"Who is talking to me...who?"

The speaker raised his head, lowered his arms, stood up and looked up at it.

"I am Dean, it is... Louisa's deputy."

The next second, the orc's iron fork forced Dean's neck.

Louisa exclaimed in a small place.

But the bald mercenary didn't move, just let the other side look at himself.

The orc leader bowed his head and stared at him for a long time.

"Human, I was very impressed with you in the battle."

"You have skills and wisdom."

The orc leader squinted: "Do you know who I am?"

The captive nodded and looked pale.

"I know."

"I recognize your arm and recognize your skin color."

Dean stared intently with the orcs:

"You are not a purebred gray... Purebred desert orcs, you have the bloodlines of glacier orcs, so your skin color is different from them."

Damn ice hybrid, Dean silently.

Taylor looked at the other's skin, looking at the pale color, and his heart was clear.

The orc leader’s eyes were amazed.

Dean sighed softly and told the other person's origins:

"You are Kandar Nushan."

"The rise of a messenger and the 20 years of the desert..."

"‘The **** person.’

There is also a chapter, a few hundred words difference, retouching the statement during the day, first send an anti-theft chapter.

At the end of the month, I received the monthly ticket!

(End of this chapter)