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\u003eChapter 374 The Alien Blood Catalog Bookmark Comments Chapter 374 The Alien Blood

Novel: Bloodline of the Kingdom Author: Sword of Masterless Words: 8167

In the chilly desert night, the orcs who successfully raided the caravan panted heavily and held their torches high. 35xs

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

And in the camp of the caravan masters, starting from Dean and Louisa, Old Hammer, Quick Rope, McGee... The human captives who surrendered held their heads in their hands, lined up, and were escorted to the enemy leader by heavily armed orcs. before.

Thales was among them, right behind Dean. Perhaps because of his age and size, Thales was not escorted by an orc on his back like the others. Nevertheless, when he walked across the sand and a ferocious alien, The gazes and weapons of the enemies on both sides still gave him chills.

The murderous look and appearance of the orcs made people quite disturbed. Almost every soldier had many old and new wounds on his body, and he looked like a brave man who had experienced many battles. They looked at the group of captives with disdainful eyes, and deliberately knocked on the weapons in their hands. Amidst the jingling, Thales couldn't help but think of the scene of the mission walking past the Northern Infantry Regiment under Broken Dragon Fortress six years ago.

The same tension, the same suffocation.

Only more desperate than then.

In addition to dozens of orc warriors, three unique orcs stood in front of the cargo belonging to Tomdin, watching the captives approaching coldly.

Thales is no stranger to them:

A cold-faced orc with white lips, and an abnormally large black bow hanging from his shoulders, that's it, it just killed the mercenary Pangja with one arrow in the duel of marksmen;

A ferocious guy with a big sword, bare upper body, muscular and blackened forehead. It caressed the wound on his chest, with a terrible grin on his face. The death of Kanze from the Northland should be attributed to his a horizontal cut;

And that ferocious orc with a mace and blue paint on his face, it has been chasing Thales since the battle, and now, its eyes never leave the boy, full of sharp teeth Rubbing up and down in hatred.

From a distance it mouthed to the prince: Fraca.

The blue-faced orc made a gesture of clenching his fist, and the mace was clenched tighter and tighter in his hand.

Fraca.

Fraca again.

Thales muttered silently, feeling bad.

But these three different guys failed to hide the demeanor of the leader behind them:

The pure black orc with the severed hand was dressed in a rare snow-white fur, looking down at the iron fork on his right wrist, sitting casually on a large pile of goods, as if blending with the surrounding silence, waiting for the captives in the light of the torch 's arrival

The different posture and height prove its status.

The captives were brought before it one by one and lined up in a horizontal line. The rude escorts pressed or kicked the defeated group to kneel before their leader.

Thales sighed slightly, then knelt down in the sand.

In the dark of night, the orc beside the leader, who was carrying a big sword and was naked from the waist up, let out a gasp and signaled his subordinates to throw a torch.

It raised the torch and burned the wound on its chest, sighing in satisfaction amid the breathing of the merchants and the hissing of the flames.

Once the wounds were seared, the orc stepped past each kneeling captive, illuminating their faces.

Thales squinted his eyes excited by the firelight and temperature.

The leader sitting on the cargo and looking at the iron fork slowly raised his head, looking at its trophies.

Many more people in the caravan survived than expected: at least eight or nine people knelt among the captives,

They also folded their hands, trembling under the gaze of the orcs—probably because the battle started too suddenly and the enemy's sneak attack was too successful. Those who took up weapons were basically killed mercilessly in the first round. And the rest of the people who hadn't had time to arm themselves were quickly terrified by the brutal battle situation. Amidst the ferocious faces of the orcs, blood-dripping weapons, and thrilling roars, they curled up on the ground and raised their hands without knowing what to do. surrender.

Thales, who saw their expressions clearly, dared to say: These merchants probably have never seen so many orcs in their entire lives.

The flames were blown by the cold wind, and the captives felt ashamed when faced with the ferocious face of the orc.

The frightening silence lasted for a long time, during which the night wind and cold were accompanied by the noise of the raiders in the distance, which added a bit of the sadness of the execution ground to the scene.

"Outsiders."

Finally, the pure black leader spoke. Between the twisted and terrifying lips and teeth, its common language accent was full of desert style as always, and it was so fluent that one couldn't believe it was spoken by an orc: "You guys..."

"Who's in charge?"

There was a commotion among the prisoners kneeling on the ground, and many of them subconsciously turned their heads.

Thales caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye: the potbellied Tomdin also held his head and knelt on the remote side of the line.

But the rich caravan boss whose ancestor was old with Xianjun, who was so handsome and arrogant, and talked endlessly about business is gone, and what is left is a trembling poor man: Tomdin seems to have been captured by the orcs. The face was frightened, but he just shrunk his head tightly, not even daring to lift his head.

Fat, he knelt on the ground, shaking like a sieve, trying to curl up his muscles and bones, as if every inch of his body exposed in the cold wind would bring losses.

Facing the leader's questioning, he did not make a sound.

The pure black orc leader looked around at the captives and sneered in a majestic voice: "Hmph, so..."

"So, outsiders, you have no one to talk to, you can negotiate with me—even if I start to think about who to keep and who to kill?"

This remark made many prisoners tremble even more.

This is an orc who is proficient in human language, Thales thought, this is rare.

And, according to Dean, they weren't just sporadic, solitary exiles, but large tribes?

Thinking of this, Thales noticed that Dean beside him sighed.

The latter shifted his knees, preparing to stand up.

But before the bald-headed mercenaries made any bigger moves, there was a slight commotion on the other side of the captive team.

"We surrender, and you promised our lives, orc."

A girl in armor lowered her hands, raised her knees to stand out among the kneeling crowd, straightened her back, and looked at the enemy with a calm expression.

"Fuck." Thales heard McGee on the other side curse a little.

"I am." In the dark night, Luisa's expression was a little dark, but her voice was extremely clear and steady:

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

Unarmed, she said softly, "You can negotiate with me."

The commotion broke out again.

But this time, it was the gruff orc warriors who caused the commotion, whispering to each other in roaring voices.

The pure black orc's facial features moved slightly. It changed its sitting position, with its elbows resting on its knees, and its body leaned forward, as if it was very interested in this woman who stands out from the crowd when all horses are silent.

"I only promised the life of this person and that Sorino," the orc pointed at McGee and Thales with the iron cross on his wrist: "other outsiders are not included, and you..."

The three orcs below the leader looked at each other two by two, bared their teeth, and let out Thales' thick laughter that sounded like howling cold wind.

"Look, my holy guards are all laughing," the leader turned to Luisa with a smile on his face:

"The people outside the desert have degenerated to the point of letting weak females lead them?"

On the other side, Old Hammer and McKee cursed softly.

Facing the eyes of the orcs, Luisa took a calm breath.

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

"I can prove to you—your promise and my sword, which one is weaker."

Holding the torch, the bare-chested bigsword orc gasped, patted the wound on his chest, and said something.

The leader responded to it, which caused many orcs to laugh.

It turns its head.

"You don't need to prove it, heroic warrior Louisa Dante, I know it well: there are many females in the world who are far more terrifying than males."

Louisa paused slightly.

"And according to my loyal holy guard, 'Lusanna the Unimpeded'," the pure black orc said slowly, "he recognized your strength, and the blow you gave him was truly painful."

Luisa glanced at the orc with the big sword, and found that the other side was showing sharp teeth to her.

The leader continued with great interest: "He also said, if you are an orc, he will take you home now and treat you as his most cherished wife, protecting you with blood and sword, protecting you and his birth A strong cub, until his battle spirit completes the desert god's test and returns to the land of the ancestors."

McKee cursed under his breath.

But Louisa just sneered.

"But I'm human."

The leader nodded. flash dance novel network

"But you are human, you can't be one of us," the pure black orc raised his chin to Lusanna:

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

eat up.

eat?

Thales felt a chill in his heart, and for some reason remembered the sand scorpion that he had eaten.

And - Blood Lizard.

Louisa sighed:

"That counts as racism."

The leader seemed amused, he opened his mouth wide and let out a horrific laugh.

"Is this normal?" Thales whispered to Dean next to him, "Every orc who captured a human made a joke with them first, and then heated up a cauldron to cook them?"

"I don't know, after all," Dean said without moving his lips:

"Being captured by orcs, there are not many people who can go back alive to tell stories."

Thales shivered slightly.

Louisa looked up.

"So, is that you?"

The female captain faced the eager orcs fearlessly: "Kill those sand robbers."

"The one who hunts all living things in the desert on a massive scale."

The leader narrowed his eyes.

"So you found out."

Its low voice sounded.

"Those bodies."

Dean frowned slightly.

Louisa nodded.

"In those camps, there are quite a few individual hardpoints, even exiles from large tribes, but they have no power to fight back." The female captain looked around at the dozens of orc warriors: "I guess it's you, use the numbers to fight back." , tactics and formation, use tribal warriors who are almost an army, and kill them alive."

"Just like tonight—for this surprise attack, you even took off your heavy armor and came lightly, just to catch people by surprise."

Dean sighed softly in Thales' ear: "She is trying to make herself look stronger... It is said that the orcs, especially the people of the big tribe, respect the strong and warriors, and value honor."

The orc leader smiled, raised the iron fork on his severed wrist, and pointed at Luisa: "Very good, what else can I say?"

Luisa took a deep breath, nodded and continued: "Cracked Stone Tribe, I know you."

The chief remained motionless.

Facing the leader and his three terrifying subordinates, Luisa spoke freely and fearlessly.

"You are one of the eight great tribes in the desert under the throne of Dragon Skeleton. You suffered heavy losses in the desert war and had to flee to the depths of the desert."

"But why, why did you take the risk to leave the depths of the desert, to a place so close to the forces of the stars, and go crazy and kill them everywhere?"

"This doesn't conform to the rules in the desert! Even you!"

The leader laughed again.

Compared with its subordinates, especially its three so-called "Holy Guards", this orc smiled more and more frequently.

Also more disturbing.

"Rules in the desert?"

"Very good, you can survive, woman," the orc leader nodded slowly, ignoring the growling protest of the orc with a big sword, Lusanna: "For your good fighting and knowledge, as for going back with us or... we Let's see again."

"What about the others?"

"Others, others have to prove their worth," the orc leader turned his head, his yellow eyes sharply swept over the captives: "The reason why I attacked and captured you is just to know one thing."

The mercenaries frowned in unison.

"What is it?" Luisa asked suspiciously.

In the flames, the orc leader's eyes narrowed.

"Ten days ago, I received a report." It stepped down on the sand and raised its huge figure of two people: "Many, many people, no matter the bone people, orcs, sand robbers, or small tribes, small groups , They have fled from the north and the east.”

escape?

Doubts arose in Thales' heart.

This doubt also spread to the prisoners, but the situation before them left them no time to think about it.

The orc walked slowly to the far left of the captive team, passing everyone step by step.

Seeing this hideous guy approaching, many businessmen trembled in fright. Thales swore that he even smelled the faint smell of urine.

"I'm very puzzled: what made these scumbags dare to ignore the majesty of the dragon bone throne, forget the horror of the Altar of the Desert God, and flee into the depths of the desert, into the territory of orcs and bone men, and into the eight tribes and the private land of the five major tribes, fleeing into the well-known dangerous forbidden zone in the desert?"

"And according to these refugees," the pure black orc walked by Tomdin, who was lying on the ground, looking like a trembling caterpillar:

"Not long ago, a group of thousands of elite cavalry entered the desert."

Dean beside Thales held his breath.

"Thousands of people?" He wondered in a low voice.

What Dean didn't know was that Thales' heartbeat missed a beat at that moment.

cavalry.

cavalry?

Cavalry into the desert.

The pure black orc walked past Luisa, patted her shoulder with his huge left hand, and raised his lips: "In more than ten days, they almost occupied all the oasis strongholds, drove away all the aborigines, killed Those who don't want to leave."

The mercenaries kneeling on the ground showed surprised expressions and looked at each other.

"Is it them? Isn't it you?"

Luisa exclaimed, "It's...that group of cavalry that started sweeping and hunting in the desert?"

The group of cavalry.

Thales stared at the sand in front of him with a stiff expression.

The orc turned around.

"Just like you, we also encountered countless corpses and camps along the way, only a lot more than what you found."

The orc walked past Old Hammer and Quick Rope, his voice getting colder and colder:

"not only that."

"Without mercy, and regardless of the cost, they slaughtered every biped creature they saw on the road-whether they were sand robbers, outcasts, bone men, orcs or ordinary smuggling caravans-and swept the entire desert the northern outskirts of the

"It's almost turning half of the desert into a no-man's land."

Butchered to death.

Thales felt cold sweat slipping down his back.

"It's not over."

The orc walked up to Dean.

The pure black orc leader lowered his head and glanced at Dean meaningfully:

"They didn't leave, but maintained the expensive line of defense on the spot, transporting supplies day and night, drinking horses and replenishing grass without restraint, just to stay in the desert for one more day and stop for one more day."

Dean narrowed his eyes: "What?"

"Their rangers move around, patrolling back and forth, killing anyone they see, drinking water when they see it, and gnawing grass when they see it - the entire northern end of the desert is disturbed by them."

Move around.

Back and forth.

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

The orc continued to move forward, and the giant feet on the soft sand made a chilling friction.

"We hunt, graze, and eat as food, but even the stupidest of the tribe knows that in addition to getting what we need, we must leave the young and not touch the young."

Thales, who was a little panicked, felt that the orc's footsteps were getting closer.

"That way we'll still have food for the coming year...but this group of people?"

"Whether it's water, pasture, firewood, camps...these killers mercilessly demand and endlessly consume all the resources in the desert, neither fighting nor occupying, they just waste money and food disproportionately , manpower, just to sweep up this piece of wasteland where no bird shits, leaving a barren sand, and the cleared camp can no longer even stay with caravans!"

The orc walked past Dean, and finally stopped at Thales on the far side, next to the youngest human being.

Thales still held his head, he saw the orc's sturdy calf from the corner of his eye, and felt it making a sound above his head.

Oops.

This means...

"Based on my experience, these cunning humans behave abnormally, and there must be a plan."

"Just like they always did."

"But since they have acted, we have to act on our own." The orc leader narrowed his eyes and looked at the captives: "This is the reason we went north."

"It's the reason why I decided to lead a group of tribal warriors to the east and north in the desert."

It gritted its ferocious teeth: "So, outsiders."

"For a month, you were the only ones who came from the direction of the Saber Dunes, the only ones who started from the same direction and the same place as the group of crazy cavalry."

"And the only one who could possibly know their intentions."

The captives kneeling on the ground had different expressions.

On the sandy ground, rows of orc warriors stood grimly around, looking at every trembling or doubtful human captive.

The expressions of the three holy guards remained unchanged, waiting for their leader's next words.

Finally, the pure black orc slowly stretched out his hand and raised the iron fork on his wrist, his tone was cold.

"And you will tell me."

"Why."

It spits out a noun that makes everyone frown:

"The Star Kingdom."

"Why do you want to do this?"

The mercenaries looked at each other in blank dismay, and even the merchants were puzzled.

"Why did they send so many troops deep into the desert?"

"Why do they want to lift every layer of yellow sand here?"

"Why do you not hesitate to spend money, food and lives?"

Under the attack of the cold, Thales felt a chill on his neck in shock!

A cold iron fork pressed against the prince's neck.

Amid the exclamation of the mercenaries, Thales was forced to raise his head by the strength of the iron fork, and looked into the bright yellow eyes of the orc leader.

Thales stared at it blankly, looking at the scars and inhuman face on the other side's face. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the armor under his fur. Looking at the faint blood and abrasion marks on it, he felt numb all over his body.

Unlike the other orcs he had fought.

Those eyes were calm and composed.

It seems that there are many secrets hidden.

"Someone," the orc raised his eyes and looked at the others, but the movement of his hand did not stop, still hooking Thales' chin with the iron fork:

"Can you tell me?"

no respond.

Only the cold wind howled in the sand.

and crackling flames.

But at this moment, only Thales knows:

The truth that this pure black orc tried so hard to get...

The secret that unsettles the desert...

Under its iron fork, trembling slightly.

what to do?

Thales thought desperately.

at this moment.

"enough."

"Kandar Nushan, who is famous in the desert, there is no need to embarrass a human, Sorino."

It was a gentle and mature male voice.

Just like the day he rescued Thales.

After the words fell, the orcs chattered a little, as if they were slightly agitated by a certain name.

Thales, who was so nervous that he was almost suffocated, felt a slight tremor in his neck.

Finally, the neck loosened: the fork left his artery.

Thales breathed a sigh of relief, started to breathe again, and hurriedly thought about what to do in the predicament in front of him.

The pure black orc turned around, and its gaze silenced all the orcs.

"Who," it slowly walked to Thales, walked to the side of the speaker, and stared at the bald human: "The person who spoke to me... who is it?"

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

"I'm Dean, sort of... Louisa's deputy."

In the next second, the orc's iron fork pressed against Dean's neck.

Louisa exclaimed slightly.

But the bald mercenary didn't move at all, just letting the opponent look at him.

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

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

"You have skill and wisdom."

The orc leader narrowed his eyes: "Do you know who I am?"

The prisoner nodded, his expression calm.

"I know."

"I know your arm, I know your complexion."

Dean stared at the orc intently:

"You're not a purebred gray bastard... a purebred desert orc, you have the blood of a glacier orc, so your skin color is different from theirs."

Damn the ice bastard, Dean said silently.

Thales looked at the opponent's skin, saw the dark color, and understood it.

Surprise appeared in the eyes of the orc leader.

Dean sighed softly:

"You are Kandar Nushan."

"Rising up as an exile, the 'alien blood' who has galloped in the desert for twenty years."

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In the chilly desert night, the orcs who successfully raided the caravan panted heavily and held their torches high. 35xs

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

And in the camp of the caravan masters, starting from Dean and Louisa, Old Hammer, Quick Rope, McGee... The human captives who surrendered held their heads in their hands, lined up, and were escorted to the enemy leader by heavily armed orcs. before.

Thales was among them, right behind Dean. Perhaps because of his age and size, Thales was not escorted by an orc on his back like the others. Nevertheless, when he walked across the sand and a ferocious alien, The gazes and weapons of the enemies on both sides still gave him chills.

The murderous look and appearance of the orcs made people quite disturbed. Almost every soldier had many old and new wounds on his body, and he looked like a brave man who had experienced many battles. They looked at the group of captives with disdainful eyes, and deliberately knocked on the weapons in their hands. Amidst the jingling, Thales couldn't help but think of the scene of the mission walking past the Northern Infantry Regiment under Broken Dragon Fortress six years ago.

The same tension, the same suffocation.

Only more desperate than then.

In addition to dozens of orc warriors, three unique orcs stood in front of the cargo belonging to Tomdin, watching the captives approaching coldly.

Thales is no stranger to them:

A cold-faced orc with white lips, and an abnormally large black bow hanging from his shoulders, that's it, it just killed the mercenary Pangja with one arrow in the duel of marksmen;

A ferocious guy with a big sword, bare upper body, muscular and blackened forehead. It caressed the wound on his chest, with a terrible grin on his face. The death of Kanze from the Northland should be attributed to his a horizontal cut;

And that ferocious orc with a mace and blue paint on his face, it has been chasing Thales since the battle, and now, its eyes never leave the boy, full of sharp teeth Rubbing up and down in hatred.

From a distance it mouthed to the prince: Fraca.

The blue-faced orc made a gesture of clenching his fist, and the mace was clenched tighter and tighter in his hand.

Fraca.

Fraca again.

Thales muttered silently, feeling bad.

But these three different guys failed to hide the demeanor of the leader behind them:

The pure black orc with the severed hand was dressed in a rare snow-white fur, looking down at the iron fork on his right wrist, sitting casually on a large pile of goods, as if blending with the surrounding silence, waiting for the captives in the light of the torch 's arrival

The different posture and height prove its status.

The captives were brought before it one by one and lined up in a horizontal line. The rude escorts pressed or kicked the defeated group to kneel before their leader.

Thales sighed slightly, then knelt down in the sand.

In the dark of night, the orc beside the leader, who was carrying a big sword and was naked from the waist up, let out a gasp and signaled his subordinates to throw a torch.

It raised the torch and burned the wound on its chest, sighing in satisfaction amid the breathing of the merchants and the hissing of the flames.

Once the wounds were seared, the orc stepped past each kneeling captive, illuminating their faces.

Thales squinted his eyes excited by the firelight and temperature.

The leader sitting on the cargo and looking at the iron fork slowly raised his head, looking at its trophies.

Many more people survived in the caravan than expected: at least eight or nine people knelt among the captives, and they also folded their hands, trembling under the watchful eyes of the orcs—probably because the battle started so suddenly, the enemy's The sneak attack was too successful. Those who took up arms were basically killed mercilessly in the first round, while the rest of the people who hadn't had time to arm themselves were quickly frightened by the brutal battle situation. Amidst the faces, blood-dripping weapons, and thrilling roars, they curled up on the ground without a teacher and raised their hands in surrender.

Thales, who saw their expressions clearly, dared to say: These merchants probably have never seen so many orcs in their entire lives.

The flames were blown by the cold wind, and the captives felt ashamed when faced with the ferocious face of the orc.

The frightening silence lasted for a long time, during which the night wind and cold were accompanied by the noise of the raiders in the distance, which added a bit of the sadness of the execution ground to this scene.

"Outsiders."

Finally, the pure black leader spoke. Between the twisted and terrifying lips and teeth, its common language accent was full of desert style as always, and it was so fluent that one couldn't believe it was spoken by an orc: "You guys..."

"Who's in charge?"

There was a commotion among the prisoners kneeling on the ground, and many of them subconsciously turned their heads.

Thales caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye: the potbellied Tomdin also held his head and knelt on the remote side of the line.

But the rich caravan boss whose ancestor was old with Xianjun, who was so handsome and arrogant, and talked endlessly about business is gone, and what is left is a trembling poor man: Tomdin seems to have been captured by the orcs. The face was frightened, but he just shrunk his head tightly, not even daring to lift his head.

Fat, he knelt on the ground, shaking like a sieve, trying to curl up his muscles and bones, as if every inch of his body exposed in the cold wind would bring losses.

Facing the leader's questioning, he did not make a sound.

The pure black orc leader looked around at the captives and sneered in a majestic voice: "Hmph, so..."

"So, outsiders, you have no one to talk to, you can negotiate with me—even if I start to think about who to keep and who to kill?"

This remark made many prisoners tremble even more.

This is an orc who is proficient in human language, Thales thought, this is rare.

And, according to Dean, they weren't just sporadic, solitary exiles, but large tribes?

Thinking of this, Thales noticed that Dean beside him sighed.

The latter shifted his knees, preparing to stand up.

But before the bald-headed mercenaries made any bigger moves, there was a slight commotion on the other side of the captive team.

"We surrender, and you promised our lives, orc."

A girl in armor lowered her hands, raised her knees to stand out among the kneeling crowd, straightened her back, and looked at the enemy with a calm expression.

"Fuck." Thales heard McGee on the other side curse a little.

"I am." In the dark night, Luisa's expression was a little dark, but her voice was extremely clear and steady:

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

Unarmed, she said softly, "You can negotiate with me."

The commotion broke out again.

But this time, it was the gruff orc warriors who caused the commotion, whispering to each other in roaring voices.

The pure black orc's facial features moved slightly. It changed its sitting position, with its elbows resting on its knees, and its body leaned forward, as if it was very interested in this woman who stands out from the crowd when all horses are silent.

"I only promised the life of this person and that Sorino," the orc pointed at McGee and Thales with the iron cross on his wrist: "other outsiders are not included, and you..."

The three orcs below the leader looked at each other two by two, bared their teeth, and let out Thales' thick laughter that sounded like howling cold wind.

"Look, my holy guards are all laughing," the leader turned to Luisa with a smile on his face:

"The people outside the desert have degenerated to the point of letting weak females lead them?"

On the other side, Old Hammer and McKee cursed softly.

Facing the eyes of the orcs, Luisa took a calm breath.

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

"I can prove to you—your promise and my sword, which one is weaker."

Holding the torch, the bare-chested bigsword orc gasped, patted the wound on his chest, and said something.

The leader responded to it, which caused many orcs to laugh.

It turns its head.

"You don't need to prove it, heroic warrior Louisa Dante, I know it well: there are many females in the world who are far more terrifying than males."

Louisa paused slightly.

"And according to my loyal holy guard, 'Lusanna the Unimpeded'," the pure black orc said slowly, "he recognized your strength, and the blow you gave him was truly painful."

Luisa glanced at the orc with the big sword, and found that the other side was showing sharp teeth to her.

The leader continued with great interest: "He also said, if you are an orc, he will take you home now and treat you as his most cherished wife, protecting you with blood and sword, protecting you and his birth A strong cub, until his battle spirit completes the desert god's test and returns to the land of the ancestors."

McKee cursed under his breath.

But Louisa just sneered.

"But I'm human."

The leader nodded. flash dance novel network

"But you are human, you can't be one of us," the pure black orc raised his chin to Lusanna:

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

eat up.

eat?

Thales felt a chill in his heart, and for some reason remembered the sand scorpion that he had eaten.

And - Blood Lizard.

Louisa sighed:

"That counts as racism."

The leader seemed amused, he opened his mouth wide and let out a horrific laugh.

"Is this normal?" Thales whispered to Dean next to him, "Every orc who captured a human made a joke with them first, and then heated up a cauldron to cook them?"

"I don't know, after all," Dean said without moving his lips:

"Being captured by orcs, there are not many people who can go back alive to tell stories."

Thales shivered slightly.

Louisa looked up.

"So, is that you?"

The female captain faced the eager orcs fearlessly: "Kill those sand robbers."

"The one who hunts all living things in the desert on a massive scale."

The leader narrowed his eyes.

"So you found out."

Its low voice sounded.

"Those bodies."

Dean frowned slightly.

Louisa nodded.

"In those camps, there are quite a few individual hardpoints, even exiles from large tribes, but they have no power to fight back." The female captain looked around at the dozens of orc warriors: "I guess it's you, use the numbers to fight back." , tactics and formation, use tribal warriors who are almost an army, and kill them alive."

"Just like tonight—for this surprise attack, you even took off your heavy armor and came lightly, just to catch people by surprise."

Dean sighed softly in Thales' ear: "She is trying to make herself look stronger... It is said that the orcs, especially the people of the big tribe, respect the strong and warriors, and value honor."

The orc leader smiled, raised the iron fork on his severed wrist, and pointed at Luisa: "Very good, what else can I say?"

Luisa took a deep breath, nodded and continued: "Cracked Stone Tribe, I know you."

The chief remained motionless.

Facing the leader and his three terrifying subordinates, Luisa spoke freely and fearlessly.

"You are one of the eight great tribes in the desert under the throne of Dragon Skeleton. You suffered heavy losses in the desert war and had to flee to the depths of the desert."

"But why, why did you take the risk to leave the depths of the desert, to a place so close to the forces of the stars, and go crazy and kill them everywhere?"

"This doesn't conform to the rules in the desert! Even you!"

The leader laughed again.

Compared with its subordinates, especially its three so-called "Holy Guards", this orc smiled more and more frequently.

Also more disturbing.

"Rules in the desert?"

"Very good, you can survive, woman," the orc leader nodded slowly, ignoring the growling protest of the orc with a big sword, Lusanna: "For your good fighting and knowledge, as for going back with us or... we Let's see again."

"What about the others?"

"Others, others have to prove their worth," the orc leader turned his head, his yellow eyes sharply swept over the captives: "The reason why I attacked and captured you is just to know one thing."

The mercenaries frowned in unison.

"What is it?" Luisa asked suspiciously.

In the flames, the orc leader's eyes narrowed.

"Ten days ago, I received a report." It stepped down on the sand and raised its huge figure of two people: "Many, many people, no matter the bone people, orcs, sand robbers, or small tribes, small groups , They have fled from the north and the east.”

escape?

Doubts arose in Thales' heart.

This doubt also spread to the prisoners, but the situation before them left them no time to think about it.

The orc walked slowly to the far left of the captive team, passing everyone step by step.

Seeing this hideous guy approaching, many businessmen trembled in fright. Thales swore that he even smelled the faint smell of urine.

"I'm very puzzled: what made these scumbags dare to ignore the majesty of the dragon bone throne, forget the horror of the Altar of the Desert God, and flee into the depths of the desert, into the territory of orcs and bone men, and into the eight tribes and the private land of the five major tribes, fleeing into the well-known dangerous forbidden zone in the desert?"

"And according to these refugees," the pure black orc walked by Tomdin, who was lying on the ground, looking like a trembling caterpillar:

"Not long ago, a group of thousands of elite cavalry entered the desert."

Dean beside Thales held his breath.

"Thousands of people?" He wondered in a low voice.

What Dean didn't know was that Thales' heartbeat missed a beat at that moment.

cavalry.

cavalry?

Cavalry into the desert.

The pure black orc walked past Luisa, patted her shoulder with his huge left hand, and raised his lips: "In more than ten days, they almost occupied all the oasis strongholds, drove away all the aborigines, killed Those who don't want to leave."

The mercenaries kneeling on the ground showed surprised expressions and looked at each other.

"Is it them? Isn't it you?"

Luisa exclaimed, "It's...that group of cavalry that started sweeping and hunting in the desert?"

The group of cavalry.

Thales stared at the sand in front of him with a stiff expression.

The orc turned around.

"Just like you, we also encountered countless corpses and camps along the way, only a lot more than what you found."

The orc walked past Old Hammer and Quick Rope, his voice getting colder and colder:

"not only that."

"Without mercy, and regardless of the cost, they slaughtered every biped creature they saw on the road-whether they were sand robbers, outcasts, bone men, orcs or ordinary smuggling caravans-and swept the entire desert the northern outskirts of the

"It's almost turning half of the desert into a no-man's land."

Butchered to death.

Thales felt cold sweat slipping down his back.

"It's not over."

The orc walked up to Dean.

The pure black orc leader lowered his head and glanced at Dean meaningfully:

"They didn't leave, but maintained the expensive line of defense on the spot, transporting supplies day and night, drinking horses and replenishing grass without restraint, just to stay in the desert for one more day and stop for one more day."

Dean narrowed his eyes: "What?"

"Their rangers move around, patrolling back and forth, killing anyone they see, drinking water when they see it, and gnawing grass when they see it - the entire northern end of the desert is disturbed by them."

Move around.

Back and forth.

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

The orc continued to move forward, and the giant feet on the soft sand made a chilling friction.

"We hunt, graze, and eat as food, but even the stupidest of the tribe knows that in addition to getting what we need, we must leave the young and not touch the young."

Thales, who was a little panicked, felt that the orc's footsteps were getting closer.

"That way we'll still have food for the coming year...but this group of people?"

"Whether it's water, pasture, firewood, camps...these killers mercilessly demand and endlessly consume all the resources in the desert, neither fighting nor occupying, they just waste money and food disproportionately , manpower, just to sweep up this piece of wasteland where no bird shits, leaving a barren sand, and the cleared camp can no longer even stay with caravans!"

The orc walked past Dean, and finally stopped at Thales on the far side, next to the youngest human being.

Thales still held his head, he saw the orc's sturdy calf from the corner of his eye, and felt it making a sound above his head.

Oops.

This means...

"Based on my experience, these cunning humans behave abnormally, and there must be a plan."

"Just like they always did."

"But since they have acted, we have to act on our own." The orc leader narrowed his eyes and looked at the captives: "This is the reason we went north."

"It's the reason why I decided to lead a group of tribal warriors to the east and north in the desert."

It gritted its ferocious teeth: "So, outsiders."

"For a month, you were the only ones who came from the direction of the Saber Dunes, the only ones who started from the same direction and the same place as the group of crazy cavalry."

"And the only one who could possibly know their intentions."

The captives kneeling on the ground had different expressions.

On the sandy ground, rows of orc warriors stood grimly around, looking at every trembling or doubtful human captive.

The expressions of the three holy guards remained unchanged, waiting for their leader's next words.

Finally, the pure black orc slowly stretched out his hand and raised the iron fork on his wrist, his tone was cold.

"And you will tell me."

"Why."

It spits out a noun that makes everyone frown:

"The Star Kingdom."

"Why do you want to do this?"

The mercenaries looked at each other in blank dismay, and even the merchants were puzzled.

"Why did they send so many troops deep into the desert?"

"Why do they want to lift every layer of yellow sand here?"

"Why do you not hesitate to spend money, food and lives?"

Under the attack of the cold, Thales felt a chill on his neck in shock!

A cold iron fork pressed against the prince's neck.

Amid the exclamation of the mercenaries, Thales was forced to raise his head by the strength of the iron fork, and looked into the bright yellow eyes of the orc leader.

Thales stared at it blankly, looking at the scars and inhuman face on the other side's face. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the armor under his fur. Looking at the faint blood and abrasion marks on it, he felt numb all over his body.

Unlike the other orcs he had fought.

Those eyes were calm and composed.

It seems that there are many secrets hidden.

"Someone," the orc raised his eyes and looked at the others, but the movement of his hand did not stop, still hooking Thales' chin with the iron fork:

"Can you tell me?"

no respond.

Only the cold wind howled in the sand.

and crackling flames.

But at this moment, only Thales knows:

The truth that this pure black orc tried so hard to get...

The secret that unsettles the desert...

Under its iron fork, trembling slightly.

what to do?

Thales thought desperately.

at this moment.

"enough."

"Kandar Nushan, who is famous in the desert, there is no need to embarrass a human, Sorino."

It was a gentle and mature male voice.

Just like the day he rescued Thales.

After the words fell, the orcs chattered a little, as if they were slightly agitated by a certain name.

Thales, who was so nervous that he was almost suffocated, felt a slight tremor in his neck.

Finally, the neck loosened: the fork left his artery.

Thales breathed a sigh of relief, started to breathe again, and hurriedly thought about what to do in the predicament in front of him.

The pure black orc turned around, and its gaze silenced all the orcs.

"Who," it slowly walked to Thales, walked to the side of the speaker, and stared at the bald human: "The person who spoke to me... who is it?"

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

"I'm Dean, sort of... Louisa's deputy."

In the next second, the orc's iron fork pressed against Dean's neck.

Louisa exclaimed slightly.

But the bald mercenary didn't move at all, just letting the opponent look at him.

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

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

"You have skill and wisdom."

The orc leader narrowed his eyes: "Do you know who I am?"

The prisoner nodded, his expression calm.

"I know."

"I know your arm, I know your complexion."

Dean stared at the orc intently:

"You're not a purebred gray bastard... a purebred desert orc, you have the blood of a glacier orc, so your skin color is different from theirs."

Damn the ice bastard, Dean said silently.

Thales looked at the opponent's skin, saw the dark color, and understood it.

Surprise appeared in the eyes of the orc leader.

Dean sighed softly:

"You are Kandar Nushan."

"Rising up as an exile, the 'alien blood' who has galloped in the desert for twenty years."