Orc Tyrant

When they finally took her to see that one, she was very worried about her life.

From a rational point of view, he thinks this worry is unnecessary, because the companions spent a lot of energy on the way to save her life. They shouldn't be wasting their efforts. In the end, they just want to send her to a hell. .

But that kind of suspicion still haunted her heart, lingering.

It wraps her up like a piece of animal skin, and no matter what qualities these Ouke have, indecision has never been one of them.

When they make decisions and distinguish between right and wrong, they seem to rely on a whim, but it's probably due to their simple brains, for them, she is at best a novelty.

But considering their almost invisible lifespan, this may be just a way to pass the time in a long struggle.

It was a soldier named Locke who came to summon her, as well as several other strong fighters. The harpy did not know their names at this time.

Locke seems to be the youngest. Although it is almost impossible to judge the age from the appearance of an Oak, Quelsana has her own unique way.

The others are burly beasts with long fangs and sunken eye sockets, while Locke's fangs are not that long.

She realized that Locke was able to join this squad because of another possibility-his weapon was a metal long stick with a twisted head. He heard that this race also has its own mysterious power, the same amount. Rare, so he deserves a place in this guard, even if it has always been the responsibility of a veteran.

This makes sense logically.

When they stepped into the bone-white room and waved her to follow, it made sense logically.

However, when they had climbed to the upper level of the fortress on the tall stairs, winding stone caves and whistling wind tunnels for more than an hour, when they finally arrived at the hall, the logic was wiped out by suspicion and Quelsana had already believed that Locke had been punished. Came to witness her execution.

This huge hall was cold and dim, and her keen sight caught the faint heat of several smoldering fire pits. In terms of heating and lighting, the Oukes obviously did not take the comfort of mortals into their hearts.

For them, they have given her a piece of animal skin and a stone that can radiate heat. What else do they want?

Quelsana realized that she was far from alone.

The most elite fighters she could have witnessed were here, and their body heat was almost imperceptible, and it was even darker than those fire pits.

This hall is an irregularly shaped natural cave. The giant oaks are scattered around in groups of three to five. They are all wrapped in heavy metal and motionless, just like a group of dormant beasts huddled together for warmth. .

The eyes hidden under the huge helmet stared at her, and there were some low roars and grunts from time to time in the pile of farts, just like the sound of beasts waking up from a deep sleep or fighting for bones.

After her eyes gradually adjusted to the dim environment, the Harpy was able to capture more traces of movement. She saw the pale bone bowl filled with black liquid being raised to her mouth, and she saw the figure curled up in a ball playing dice. .

Nothing cares about her, these beasts are resting, they are not gathered here to meet her, she is just a matter that needs to be solved in the hall, just a trivial episode.

In the condescending position in the deepest part of the hall, sat a savage giant that can only be seen in myths and stories.

Warlord, the head of Gough, the red butcher.

He showed unquestionable authority between his gestures. He was a sturdy figure with broad shoulders and long arms. He was a ruthless hunter who could pursue endlessly in the desolate desert with his endless stamina. He also has a head with a hair braid wrapped around his neck like a swarm of snakes, without a beard, holding his head proudly, looking down with red eyes deep in his eye sockets, and wearing a thick iron ring in the middle of his lower lip. This gave him a naive and dangerous temperament.

In ancient texts, such a leader was called a barbarian king, and Quelsana felt that it was appropriate.

"Well?"

A low growl came from deep in his throat, and he rubbed off a pile of frayed fur and looked at the strange visitor carefully.

"The pet that the co-author said looks like this?"

He muttered to himself, but when he spoke, only a few warmth slipped out of his mouth, and the gasping of the harpy had left a cloud of white mist in the cold air.

The physique of Ouke's horror can store heat very well, and for most creatures, the extreme environment is nothing to them.

The warlord did not wear armor, but was wearing a sleeveless leather jacket. His arms were sturdy, his skin was a mottled red that is rare in Ouke, and he was dotted with dark tattoos.

Staring at the tiny banshee for a while, he reached out and picked up a silver bowl, which was filled with some kind of pitch-black liquid, and he wore many dirty rings on the hand holding the wine bowl.

Quelsana guessed that those were not decorations, but tools that gave extra lethality to the iron fist that was bigger than her head.

Glak took a sip, then raised his head, motioning to the banshee to try it too.

"Head, I wonder if it can't drink that."

A member of the old David team said suddenly.

"It will burn her intestines through."

Glak laughed and sniffed.

"Sounds fragile enough."

He said to the Harpy:

"But the boss told you, don't let you die."

Quelsana squeezed out an awkward smile. She was able to tell the taste of the oil in the wine. She guessed it was still mixed with blood. This is some kind of liquid food that has been fermented and distilled and has extremely high heat...

Well, it's not so much a drink, it's closer to some kind of fuel.

"Actually, this can help you resist the cold. I know you guys with fur are afraid of the cold."

After talking, Glak put down the wine bowl, leaned back on the chair, and looked at each other in his spare time.

"Tell me why you are here."

"I can all thank you for your hospitality here."

Quelsana replied in a very bad Occitan, even so, she was already an expert in the kingdom in this regard.

Glak curled his lips.

"No, that's why you are still panting."

He said.

"What I'm asking is why you are here."

"I received an invitation."

"Tell me about this invitation."

"I once sent some letters of request to the court of His Majesty Guk, hoping to enter the realm of the kingdom. I want to contact and observe you powerful and fearless warriors."

A member of the guard standing behind the banshee snorted, and most of Oke's compliments to her were quite acceptable.

"This doesn't sound like a request allowed by the old convention,"

But it doesn't include Glak. In fact, he has always hated these little furry animals.

"Is this necessary?"

"I think I have sent similar requests more than a hundred times. I think that since the two sides are allies, they need to understand each other more."

Quelsana has a bit of eagerness in her language. Behind the thin gold-rimmed glasses are a pair of big shiny eyes. This is indeed her personal thought.