My Frostmourne can't be so cute

In addition to the love of his children, there are more important things waiting for him.

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"That orc is locked inside?"

Ma Long dressed neatly, found Robin in front of a residential building, and asked.

"Yes, Chief Lothar."

Robin nodded, approached Malone, and said softly-Paul and the other members of the reconnaissance team went to bathe like Malone, so Robin personally took a few reliable militiamen and escorted the orc captive to this house. Is imprisoned.

"Go to the smithy to find old Nelson, bring me his toolbox, and find me some buckets of water."

Malone said to Robin.

"Understood, Chief Lothar... Are you trying to torture the orc captive? But... what's the use of clear water?"

Robin asked, puzzled.

"Of course it works... Go, if you want to know how to use it, just watch it when you come back."

Malone patted Robin on the shoulder, then opened the door of the house and walked in.

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The light in this house is good, and the living room is bright. The orc captive was tied to a chair by Robin and others. In addition to the rope that was looped around him three times before, it was densely added. New buckle.

The orc's body was too large, and it was too uncoordinated to sit on a wooden chair commonly used by humans; the poor chair was squeaked and creaked, and it looked like it would collapse.

The orc had already woke up and saw Ma Long come in.He snarled deliberately, but because his mouth was still pouted by Paul's stinky clothes, he could only make a whine.

Ma Long approached the orc, staring at him carefully.

After coming to this world.It was the first time that Malone had been close, and it was the first time that he observed the orcs so carefully.

Green skin, rebellious expression, prominent fangs, blood-red eyes-all this is the same as Ma Long has seen before in the game.But it has a particularly realistic impact.

As Malone approached, the orc's struggles became more intense; the chair creaked under him, making an unpleasant moan/groan.

The strong cyan muscles bulge up in pieces, and are divided into small, fish-scale-like obtrusions under the barriers of finger-thin ropes; but the linen rope soaked in water is even the power of this orc , And completely unable to break free.

Even so, it was enough to shock Ma Long-the orcs are indeed the creatures chosen by the Burning Legion, their vitality is too strong.

For nearly two weeks in the past, Paul merely guaranteed that the orc would not starve to death.De Jong did not stop torturing him for a day, but he still maintains such a vigorous vitality-Ma Long had to admit that in terms of mortal power, the orc army is indeed the most terrifying enemy.

After struggling for a while, finding that it was useless, the orc gave up; but he raised his head and followed Malone's gaze with him, with a trace of mockery and disdain in his eyes.

"You're laughing at me, don't you? You think it's useless for me to catch you. Because I don't speak Orc language, and you don't speak Common Language, right?"

Ma Long suddenly smiled, as he said.He stretched out his hand and tore off the rag from the orc's mouth, and then turned on the mage's exclusive skill-Arcane Language, which can turn himself into a "Language Master".

This normally useless, but useful skill at critical moments can be released either to oneself or to others-for example, releasing to oneself now allows Ma Long to understand orcs and release to orcs.It allows him to listen to the lingua franca spoken by Malone as an orc language.

"You...what did you say?"

The orc seemed to have seen a monster, his eyes protruding outwards, staring at Malone in disbelief, and the pale yellow saliva almost sprayed on Malone when he roared.

"You already understand very well, monster. Now that you know I speak your language, let's make a deal! I will ask you to answer, tell me everything I want to know, and then you can avoid being caught How about the pain of torture?"

Although he knew that the feasibility was not high, before Robin returned, Malone tried to persuade the orc to surrender-after all, it is a race. It is impossible for every orc to die for his clan, right?

"Bah! Despicable humans! Cowards! You think the warriors of the tribe will succumb to people like you..."

Unsurprisingly, the orc immediately began to yell at him--although his vocabulary was a bit lacking, it could be seen that he was really angry.

So Ma Long didn't be polite with him either. He slammed the orc in the face with a violent punch and stopped the guy's arrogant yelling with violence.

"Pooh!"

The orc cocked his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood to the ground-it was not that he didn't want to spit out the blood on Ma Long's face, it was just that Ma Long's hit was too strong and sudden, causing his mouth to temporarily lose The perception.

"Hiss~"

Malone took a step back, then shook his hand-the punch just hit a little harder, although he almost knocked out the orc's fangs, his phalanx was painful enough.

"How does it feel to be punched by the coward in your mouth?"

Although Ma Long felt that he had suffered with this punch, he still didn't plan to let go of any chance to humiliate the orc.

"Shut up, you weak human being, if you are a warrior, just let me go, we will fight one-on-one!"

The orc did feel a little humiliated, his blood-red eyes were full of manic emotions, and he yelled out of his neck.

"Yes! You answer all of my questions first, and then I will let you go, and the two of us will stand alone!"

Ma Long felt that he might have found a breakthrough, and said quickly.

"Okay!...No! You let me go first, and then I will answer your questions!"

The orc wasn't a real fool either. Although he was fooled by Ma Long at the beginning, he soon changed his mind.

"No, you answer first, otherwise what should you do if you go back?"

Malone shook his head and said.(To be continued.)

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"Our orc warriors are not as cunning as you human cowards!"

Even answering a simple question, the orc still did not forget the courage to mock humans.

"That's nothing to talk about!"

Ma Long listened to a soft noise from the door of the residential house behind him, shook his head, and gently moved his wrists-can't we agree?Then hit it!

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"Sir Lothar, the toolbox you want, and clean water."

Robin stood behind Malone and put a small wooden box on the table next to it; after several militiamen put down their buckets, they turned and left the room.

"Well, it's hard work."

Ma Long nodded, but didn't move—he was still thinking—whether he would use the cruelest means as soon as he came up, or would he do it step by step, bit by bit?

Extorting a confession by torture is a technical job. As a modern man, although Ma Long has understood a little bit, he is still a little confused when he implements it in person.

"Then I will beat him up first?"