My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Robin rolled up his sleeves with excitement-he did not travel with Malone this time, missed the battle with the orcs, and his hands were a little itchy.

"Beat? The bones of the orcs are so hard that they can't be recruited with two slaps. Lend me your sword."

Malone said.

"okay!"

Robin drew his one-handed sword, then transferred it to Malone.

Gently grabbing Robin's one-handed sword, Ma Long walked up to the orc, and in the opposite manic eyes, he slammed the one-handed sword down.

"what!"

With a scream, the orc's body struggled violently, his hands tied behind his back clenched tightly into fists, his feet wanted to pedal, but because they were tightly tied to a chair, they turned into fists. Weak convulsions.

"how do you feel?"

As Ma Long asked, he raised his one-handed sword—the blade was still as bright as a moon, but there was a little blood on the tip—just that moment.Malone cut off a thumb on the orc's bare/naked left foot with great precision.

"Asshole! The timid pig!"

The orc was gasping with air-conditioning. He shook his body desperately, and the chair tied to him shook violently. Robin had to walk behind the orc.Try to pressure him.

It's no wonder that the orc's "reaction" was so strong-ten fingers connected to the heart and the toes were the same.

"Don't worry, don't worry, there are more interesting ones."

Malone smiled, turned and walked to the door.He brought a bucket of water to the front of the orc, and then took out a small paper bag from his arms.

Opening the paper bag, Malone spilled a bag of white particles into the bucket under his feet, then inserted Robin's one-handed sword in and stirred it gently.

——A packet of table salt, this is the good thing Malone found in her room before leaving Vera's house.

Dip the tip of the one-handed sword with the salt water in the bucket and smear it on the wound of the toe that the orc had just cut off. The green-skinned beast once again let out a deafening roar.

However, under the suppression of Robin's efforts, the orc could only twitch his body.The sharp pain from the toe made him even have no extra energy to swear at Ma Long.

"Then... let's start, monster. The first question, Orgrim? Doomhammer, has he left Stormwind City to the north?"

Malone asked gently.

Although he had been tortured by the pain and lost his head, when Ma Long asked this sentence, the orc suddenly raised his head and stared at him, even Robin was a little bit overwhelmed. .

"how do you know?"

The orc asked in a somewhat hoarse voice—he hadn't realized it yet.I have already answered Ma Long's question without knowing it.

"I know many things about you, orcs, some things you don't even know about yourself."

Malone shook his head and said.

Hearing what Malone said, the orc seemed a little excited.But Robin stubbornly held his shoulder behind him and stopped his next struggle. Although he knew a little about the dialogue between Ma Long and the orcs, Robin fulfilled his duties faithfully.

"Maybe what you said is true, but you still have a lot of things that you don’t know, cunning human beings. Otherwise, you won’t come to torture me... The question just now... Ha! From now on, don’t think about me Know everything in your mouth!"

The orc did not seem to be too stupid. He realized that he might have been scammed by Malone just now, and realized that under Robin's suppression, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. The performance of this orc really surprised Malone—— He couldn't imagine that after a toe was chopped off and the wound was smeared with salt water, the orc hadn't succumbed.

"Let's wait and see, Orcs. Second question, how many troops do you have left in Stormwind?"

Ma Long didn't take the orcs' words seriously, he continued to ask.

"..."

As he said earlier, the orc just looked at Ma Long with a mocking look, and didn't confide even a single word—not even a threat.

Although this was only his first torture, Ma Long also knew that this was not a good sign-he did not hesitate, the blade in his hand sank again, bringing another scream from the orc, and taking it away. His other toe.

"Say!"

Blood splashed on Malone's boots, but he didn't pay attention; he just stared at the orc's distorted face in pain.

"My name... is... McComaron..."

Because of the pain, the orc was already a little uncomfortable to speak, but he still barely uttered these words.

"I didn't ask what your name was."

Ma Long frowned and said.

"I know, haha...hiss~"

The orc wanted to laugh after playing Malone, but the sharp pain of the salt water seeping into the wound made him not laugh, instead let out a embarrassing cry.

Even so, the orc still refused to confide the information that Malone wanted to ask about. He stuck his neck, letting Malone cut off his third toe in anger.

"Answer my question, Orc, or McComaron, everything is fine... You originally had ten toes, but now only seven are left; and I still have a big bucket of salt water. Answer my question, Orc, if you If I want to walk in the future!"

Ma Long roared loudly, and the hilt in his hand smashed the orc's head fiercely-I don't know if it was because of contempt, or it was indeed unable to bear the pain. When Ma Long was torturing, the orc closed his eyes. .

"Do it, coward! Do it! Toes, or fingers, whatever! Just don't want me to betray my clan and tribe!"

The orc opened his eyes abruptly, and there seemed to be a raging flame burning in his blood-red eyes that were cracking.(To be continued.)

85

When Malone and Robin walked out of the house where the orc captives were being held, Alro Eberlock, Richard the Beard, Paul, De Jong...they could speak in the town of Nightfall Tootou, have been waiting at the door for a while.

"Papa Elro? Why are you here? Is there anything wrong?"

Ma Long's face was not very good, but he tried to squeeze a smile, and said to Elro Eberlock.

"Me?...The screams coming from here...the whole town can hear...Everyone is worried, so we want to come and see."

Elro Eberlock replied with a wry smile.

"So... just right, Elro, you go in and see the orc... he shed a lot of blood, please help him deal with the wound, don't let him die like this. Paul, you accompany Ai Papa Ellow go in, be careful."

Ma Long nodded, and then spoke as if suddenly remembering something.

"Me? Heal the wounds of the orcs? But... I'm just a priest, dealing with such things as wounds..."

Elro Eberlock declined in surprise.

"That's enough. Holy Light can also heal orcs."

Ma Long nodded and said naturally.

"What? The Holy Light can...how is it possible?"