Eat.

Eat?

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

And the blood spiny lizard.

Louisa sighed:

"This is racial discrimination."

The leader seemed to be amused. He opened his mouth and let out a burst of horrifying laughter.

"Is this normal?" Thales whispered to Dean beside him: "Every orc who captured humans first made a joke with them, and then heated up a big pot and cooked them?"

"Don't know, after all," Dean said without moving his lips.

"There are not many people who are captured by orcs and can come back alive to tell stories."

Thales shivered slightly.

Louisa raised her head.

"So, is it you?"

The female captain fearlessly faced the eyeing orcs: "Kill those sand pirates."

"A person who hunts all living creatures in the desert on a large scale."

The leader narrowed his eyes.

"So you found out."

Its deep voice sounded.

"Those bodies."

Dean frowned slightly.

Louisa nodded.

"In those camps, there are many individual hard-hitters, 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, with numbers

, tactics and formation, use the tribal warriors who are almost an army to kill them alive."

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

Dean sighed in a low voice in Thales' ear: "She is trying to make herself look stronger... It is said that orcs, especially people from large tribes, respect strong men and warriors and value honor."

The orc leader smiled, raised the iron fork on his broken wrist, and pointed at Louisa: "Very good, do you have anything else to say?"

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

The leader remained motionless.

Facing the leader and his three formidable men, Louisa spoke calmly and fearlessly.

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

"But why, why did you take the risk of leaving the depths of the desert, coming so close to the Star People's power, and killing them everywhere like crazy?"

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

The leader laughed again.

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

It's also more disturbing.

"Rules in the desert?"

"Very good, you can survive, woman," the orc leader nodded slowly, ignoring the roaring protest of the orc Lusanna who wielded a big sword: "For your good fighting skills and knowledge, as for whether you should follow us back or... let's see again.

look."

"What about the others?"

"Others, others must prove their worth," the orc leader turned his head and scanned the prisoners sharply with his yellow eyes: "And the reason why I attacked and captured you, I only want to know one thing."

The mercenaries all frowned.

"What's the matter?" Louisa asked confused.

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

"More than ten days ago, I received a report." It stepped down on the sand and straightened up its huge figure as tall as two people: "There are many people, whether they are skeleton men, orcs, sand bandits, or small tribes or groups.

, they fled from the north and the east one after another."

Escape?

Suspicion arose in Thales's heart.

This doubt also spread to the prisoners, but the situation in front of them left them no time to think too much.

The orc slowly walked to the far left side of the captive group, passing each person step by step.

Seeing this ferocious guy approaching, many businessmen shivered in fear. Thales swore that he even smelled the faint smell of urine.

"I'm very confused: What makes these scum dare to ignore the majesty of the Dragon Skeleton Throne, forget the horror of the Desert God's Altar, and desperately escape into the depths of the desert, into the territory of the orcs and desolate bones, and into the eight major tribes

And the private areas of the five major tribes, and escape into the dangerous restricted area in the desert that everyone knows?"

"And according to what these refugees said," the pure black orc walked past Tomdin, who lay on the ground, looking like a trembling caterpillar:

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

Dean next to Thales held his breath.

"Thousands of people?" he asked in a low voice, confused.

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

cavalry.

cavalry?

Cavalry entering the desert.

The pure black orc walked past Louisa, patted her shoulder with his huge left hand, and raised his lips: "In more than ten days, they occupied almost all the oasis strongholds, drove away all the indigenous people, and killed them all.

Those who don’t want to leave.”

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

"Is it them? Not you?"

Louisa exclaimed: "The ones sweeping and hunting in the desert are...that group of cavalry?"

That group of cavalry.

Thales stared at the sand in front of him, his expression stiff.

The orc turned around.

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

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

"not only that."

"They were merciless and regardless of the cost, killing all the bipedal creatures they saw on the road, regardless of whether they were sand bandits, exiles, skeleton men, orcs or ordinary smugglers, cleaning up the entire northern periphery of the desert.

"

“It’s almost turning half of the desert into a no-man’s land.”

Slaughter them all.

Thales felt cold sweat running down his back.

"This is not over."

The orc walked up to Dean.

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

"They did not leave, but maintained a costly defense line on the spot, transported supplies day and night, drank horses and restocked grass without restraint, just to stay in the desert for one more day, one more day."

Dean narrowed his eyes: "What?"

"Their rangers go out everywhere, patrolling back and forth, killing people when they see them, drinking water when they see them, and nibbling grass when they see them. The entire northern end of the desert is disturbed by them."

Move around.

Patrolling back and forth.

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

The orcs continued to move forward, their giant feet on the soft sand creating chilling friction.

"We hunt, herd, and use them as food to satisfy our hunger, but even the stupidest tribesmen know that after getting what they need, they must keep their young and not touch the seedlings."

Thales, who was slightly panicked, could feel the orcs' footsteps getting closer and closer.
To be continued...