"Don't be arrogant, we won't admit defeat!" The housekeeper gritted his teeth and climbed up, rushing over again with his accomplices.

Although the orcs all have some martial arts skills, compared with those who have been on the battlefield, they only have brute strength. Not to mention the orcs who besieged the rock, even the orcs who besieged the rock were beaten to pieces.

Rock is the captain of the emperor's personal guard. Every one of his men is an elite among the imperial soldiers. He has fought with the Bright Knight. It is a joke that he can't defeat a few slaves at this time... But the orcs have succeeded one after another, from children to old people.

There is no one who is not fighting with all his life.

The outcome was doomed, and before long, the courtyard was filled with orc slaves, all suffering from dislocated bones. Although joint dislocation was a severe pain, these slaves did not make a sound from the beginning to the end.

After beating the people, the warriors who followed the rocks returned to their original positions, bowing their heads as usual and playing puppets without saying a word.

From the beginning of the fight, the female half-orc was subdued by the female elf, and her hands and feet were bound by a vague blue light belt, but her yelling and cursing did not stop. Later, when she saw that the situation was critical, she turned to

Directing a few children who were still able to move to escape... In the entire courtyard, only the housekeeper remained standing. One of his hands was dislocated, and his legs were kicked to the point of numbness by rocks, but these were nothing.

When the escape plan he planned came to nothing, his eyes were filled with regret and anger.

"You lost." Rock said.

"I'm not convinced!" the butler roared in reply.

With a casual punch, Rock knocked the butler upside down into the crowd. Then he waited for the butler to get up with difficulty and asked again, "Are you convinced?"

"No, I'm not convinced!" the butler still yelled with blood on his face.

With a "pop" sound, the butler flew out again, crushing three chairs.

"Are you convinced?"

"No... not convinced!"

With a "pop" sound, the butler's body passed through the stairs.

"Are you convinced?"

"No...no...not convinced..."

"Stop fighting!" The female half-orc lying on the ground burst into tears. "He is going to die anyway... If you want to kill him, just give him a good time!"

"Ah, it would be great if someone is willing to talk." The elf waved to Rock and dragged the housekeeper to the female half-orc, and then said to the female half-orc with a smile: "Since you feel sorry for him, then answer the major general's question just now."

"Knowing that we were going to be sold to the arena, we thought about it for five days and decided to escape. Because we have a tradition of fighting, we decided to start a fight when guests came so that we could get weapons... We held the mistress hostage,

I'm lucky enough to be able to hold the lord hostage as well... As long as I escape, I'll be better off than now..."

"We have no other purpose. We just can't survive. This year, last year, the year before, every day, we don't know if we can survive anymore. Our family around us is gone, and our friends are gone too." The female half-orc looked at it.

Looking at the tribesmen all over the ground, and then at the steward in the hand of the rock, tenderness showed in his eyes, "We don't know how long it will take to get out of the plains, we don't know what food we can find on the road, and we don't know how to be hunted.

No, we don’t know anything..."

"It is right to choose to escape in order to survive, but this action is extremely stupid. You have almost no plan. It can be said that you are taking your tribe to death together." The female elf asked, "Who thought of it? Him? You?"

"It doesn't matter who thought it up, it's already like this anyway." The female half-orc smiled bitterly, tears welling up again, "You are the master, of course you don't understand. As long as we escape, we will be happy..."

"Happy? How long? A month? A day? An hour?"

"In the legend of the orcs, we are the descendants of the earth. We can run freely in the wilderness, howl at the sun, moon and stars, and do whatever we like. We should not be locked in a cage.

Our skins should not be made into big drums, and newlywed women should serve their men, not be stripped naked, have their throats cut, and be impaled on sticks... We are not beasts, we are human beings!"

"One month, we live a happy life; one day, we live a happy day; every hour, we live a happy life. We can run happily in the fields, we can climb trees, we

You can do whatever you like... Even if you only have one hour like this, your work is not in vain... Master, you are not a slave, you don't understand... you don't understand anything damn!"

The female half-orc held her head high, her tears had dried up, and she only looked at the rock and Dinah with strong eyes. And those half-orcs who fell in the courtyard let out bursts of miserable wails in their throats, because those who had escaped earlier
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