My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Even so, McComaron did not reveal the information that Malone needs to know; his tenacious will made Malone a little admired.But it's just will.

"The last chance is to choose cooperation obediently. I will give you a decent way to die; otherwise, you will lose more than ten toes."

"Arcane Language" was activated, Malone said to the orc.

"Despicable... human. Although... come on!"

There was a crazy smile on the orc’s face. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of playing with horse dragons. Whenever he saw the frustrated expressions of these human beings because of their helplessness, McComaron had a joy of victory. .

"Think clearly, Orc. I can cut off all your fingers and put you back... Can you imagine? When you go back to other Orcs, what do they think of you, a disabled person who cannot take up a weapon? "

Ma Long sneered and threatened.

"You can try, humans... I can't ask for it."

The orc was not intimidated by Ma Long’s threat at all, but showed a terrible smile-Ma Long just remembered that even if he cut off this orc’s hand, he could be like the "Smashed Hand Clan". Like the orcs in, they put their broken hands in their weapons and continued to fight-they even took pride in it.

"Ha! Ha!"

Seeing Ma Long’s expression, the orc uttered a short and weird laugh-but he was indeed very happy in his heart. Although being captured by these humans was a bit difficult for him to accept, he felt that what he had done was nothing. Live up to the glory of the Blackrock Orcs, and live up to the trust of Warchief Doomhammer.

Ma Long had nothing to do-the physical pain could not affect the orc's will; Ma Long didn't know whether all the orcs were so tenacious, or his luck was exceptionally bad, and he picked the one with the hardest bones.

However, fortunately, he has a backup plan-a killer that has been hidden until now.

"Can you swim?"

Ma Long asked suddenly.

"Ho~Ho~Go away, you...coward!"

The broken teeth made the orc leak a bit when he spoke. It took a lot of effort before he squeezed out a curse from the gap between his teeth--if it was a foot wide, it would be considered a gap.

"Yes? No? Actually I should ask... Will you dive at all..."

Malone shook his head, then took out a rag from his waist—a real rag, which he had just borrowed from Vera in the cafeteria—to cover the orc’s face.

"Paul, press the rag; Robin, press the chair, don't let this guy struggle too hard."

Ma Long stood up and ordered, then walked to the door, and began to carry all the filled buckets that were there.(To be continued.)

88

"Sir Lothar, what is this going to do?"

Paul knelt on one knee and held down the rag covering the orc's face—he guessed that the rag might be used as a blindfold to increase the orc’s fear; but Shimizu...what is it for? ?It would never be used to bathe this orc!

Robin leaned on the chair and watched with curiosity as Malone was busy-there were so many buckets, and Malone took a lot of effort to move them all over.

"Hold him down."

Ma Long just ordered, he lifted a bucket, tilted it slowly, and poured the water in the bucket onto the face of the orc.

The rag Paul pressed on quickly became soaked and pressed tightly against the orc's face; the clear water did not stop, still splashing and flowing after hitting the orc's face. To the ground.

The orc shook his head desperately as soon as the water hit his face; Paul had to increase his hand strength so that the orc could not move.

"Grumbling..."

A small sound came from the orc's mouth. At first, his tied legs tried to pedal, but as the bucket in Ma Long's hand gradually turned upside down, his body became more and more rigid, and finally only a slight amount remained. 'S twitching.

During the whole process, Ma Long didn’t say a word, but focused on controlling the size of the water flow; he didn’t throw the bucket on the ground until he poured out the whole bucket of water, and then squatted down beside the orc. The soaked rag from his head was torn off.

"How many of you stayed to guard Stormwind City? Are there any humans there? Why did you go to slaughter Lakeside Town? Say!"

Malone asked sharply.

"Puff...cough cough..."

Incapable of answering Ma Long's words, the orc could only make a slight cough as soon as the rag was removed; water splashed from his mouth continuously, like a green goldfish spitting bubbles.

"Say! How many of you stay in Stormwind City!"

Ma Long didn't give the orc a chance to breathe, slapped him hard, and then said loudly.

"Five...six hundred..."

The orc opened his eyes, and Ma Long could clearly see that the pupils were still red, but muddled and confused, and could not see the ferocity and violentness before.

Under Ma Long's loud shout, some lost orcs said the answer he wanted in a muddle manner.

"Very good...Next, are there any humans there? Say!"

With a joy on Ma Long's face, he quickly asked in pursuit of victory.

"Yes... there are... there are three thousand... more than two thousand... human beings are in Stormwind..."

The orc continued to speak vaguely, his body still twitching, water was flowing from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth, but he seemed completely unconscious.

"What are they doing there?"

Ma Long asked in surprise-he never expected that he would get the answer to the question he hadn't had any hope for.

"Send...send..."

The orc continued to confide the information that Ma Long wanted, but the speed was getting slower and slower; at the same time, Ma Long found that the orc's eyes gradually returned to their previous blood red.

"Go... to die... humans..."

Sure enough, the orc finally failed to say what the condition of the surviving humans in Stormwind City was, and instead issued a vicious curse on Ma Long.

"Turn him over and let him cough up all the water; then... let's do it again."

Ma Long stood up and looked at the orc who had once again regained his will to resist, but he no longer had the sense of powerlessness. It turns out that even an orc could not bear the horror of waterboarding.

"Ok."

Paul and Robin didn't know that Malone had received some useful information, but they still carried out the order, turning the orc with the chair ninety degrees, and letting him kneel to the ground.

Perhaps it was instinct or the pressure of the water in the lungs. The orc began to cough violently, spitting out the water that was choking into his throat.

After the orc slowed down a little, Paul and Robin unceremoniously put him on the ground again.

"Let go of me, you guys...cowards! Damn humans!"

The orc yelled loudly, but Paul and Robin couldn’t understand what he was saying; only Malone sneered and watched Paul buckle the wet rag on the orc’s face, blocking it. Live the rest of his words.

Mentioning a bucket of clear water again, Ma Long continued to ruthlessly fell towards the orc's face-this time, he had more important things to know-what are the humans doing in Stormwind City?After all... is there any chance to rescue them from the orcs?