noffsinger Chapter 681 Someone's capable!
Chapter 681 Someone's capable!
The flickering firelight stretched the figures into shadowy, ghostly shapes.
The stench of blood and burnt flesh in the air grew stronger, mingling with the distinctive body odor of the orcs to create a nauseating mixture.
The orc warlock at the head of the group grinned, his mouth full of fangs, his brown eyes showing no fear, but rather filled with contempt for the thin human before him.
"Humph,"
The warlock spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, which landed at Elwin's feet, his voice hoarse and full of provocation.
"Human brat, stop with your tricks. You think you can intimidate noble orcs just because you've learned a few orc words? Lord Cho'gall's wisdom is beyond the comprehension of fools like you! Kill me if you must, stop with the nonsense!"
The orc spat a thick wad of phlegm at Elwin, who dodged it by sidestepping. The orc looked at Elwin as if he were looking at a buzzing fly.
Elwin's golden eyes remained unmoved. He showed no anger, only a slight sigh, as if lamenting the other party's foolishness.
He took a step forward, closing the distance between himself and the orc warlock until he could clearly see the rough pores and hideous scars on the other's face.
The aura of shadow emanates naturally, creating an invisible pressure on dark souls.
"Speculation? No,"
Alvin's voice was deep and steady, yet possessed a strange penetrating power that reached straight to the soul.
“I am merely stating the facts. You have been abandoned, discarded here like used rags to attract our attention, while the Gugar you serve is probably dozens of miles away, laughing at your loyalty and cheap lives.”
"You bullshit!"
Another orc, who was bound and less seriously injured, suddenly struggled, the ropes digging deep into his green skin. He roared, "Lord Cho'gall is doing this for a greater plan! We stayed here willingly!"
"Volunteer?"
Elwin's gaze swept over the orc.
"Willingly become pawns to delay time, willingly walk towards death? Is this the glory that Gogal promised you? Paving his way with your corpses?"
The orc warlock's eyes flickered, but his attitude remained firm: "Sacrifice is a necessary honor for the coming of Twilight! You simply don't understand!"
“I don’t need to understand your madness,”
Alvin's tone suddenly turned cold.
“All I need to know is Gugal’s purpose, what he took, and where he went. This is your only bargaining chip to give yourselves a chance to live.”
"Pah! Don't even think about it!"
The warlock spat again.
Just then, Shantis Feathermoon, who had been standing silently by the door like an ice sculpture, moved.
She didn't say a word, nor did she even look at the arrogant orc warrior.
Her movements were lightning fast, fluid and precise, as if she were simply performing a tactical maneuver she had practiced a thousand times.
The crescent blade at his waist was drawn, drawing a chilling silver arc in the dim firelight.
"Shh-!"
With a very slight thud and a half-cut-off cry of pain, a thick index finger with green skin and dirty nails fell like a withered branch blown by the wind onto the dusty ground, rolled twice, and stopped at Elwin's feet.
The orc warrior who had been roaring moments before now stared wide-eyed in disbelief at his right hand, which had suddenly become bald and was now gushing green blood. The intense pain caused his body to convulse, and he gasped for breath, but the extreme agony prevented him from letting out a proper scream.
The entire stone house fell into a deathly silence.
All that remained was the crackling of the burning torches and the panting of the orc warriors, who were enduring excruciating pain like broken bellows.
Shandis expressionlessly wiped the moonblade dagger on the orc warrior's tattered clothes, removing the bloodstains, and then sheathed it.
Her movements were devoid of the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if she had merely brushed away a fallen leaf rather than severed a finger. Her icy gaze, like that of eternal ice, slowly swept over the remaining prisoners, finally settling on the face of the orc warlock.
There was no anger, no threat in that gaze, only absolute coldness.
This coldness is more impactful than any roar or instrument of torture.
It was as if it were a silent declaration—cooperation or death, there was no third way.
The lives of orcs were as insignificant as a feather in her eyes.
The arrogance on the orc warlock's face froze instantly, replaced by a fear that came from the depths of his soul.
They had witnessed cruelty before, and torture was not uncommon within their tribe, but the almost mechanical coldness displayed by this elven woman sent a chill down their spines.
Alvin glanced at her slightly. He knew Shandis's style, but such direct and ruthless methods still made him uneasy. However, it was indeed the most effective way to break down her psychological defenses.
He pressed his advantage, his voice still steady, and looked again at the pale-faced orc warlock: "Now, can we resume our conversation? Tell me, what is Cho'gall's purpose, what he took, and where he is. This is our last chance."
Sandys flicked her battle blade at the opportune moment.
The orc warlock's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He glanced at his companion beside him, who was nearly fainting from blood loss and pain, then at the severed finger on the ground, and finally met Shandris's cold, emotionless gaze.
His inner defenses finally collapsed completely.
He lowered his head, his voice losing its previous arrogance, becoming trembling and hoarse:
"Lord Gugal, he did indeed deliberately leave us behind—to draw your attention..."
He swallowed hard.
“He said he received divine revelation that he had to go to the Hammer of Doom to get an ancient thing, and that it was the key to opening the next stage.”
"Things? What are they?" Alvin pressed.
"I...I don't know! I really don't know!"
The warlock hurriedly shook his head, fearing that if he hesitated even a second longer, the cold moon blade would be drawn again.
"Lord Gul'dan never said it outright! He only said that it was something related to the Void left behind by the ancient elves, containing power that even demons coveted."
"Where is he going next?" Alvin stared intently into his eyes.
"South, south."
The sorcerer dared not conceal it.
"He said he was going south through the forest to a place that resonated with the power of that item, to complete the final ritual. As for exactly where—we nobody here really have no idea!"
His voice was choked with sobs.
Alvin and Sandys exchanged a glance, and Alvin left the cell first, with Sandys quickly following behind.
"These guys don't know what Gugal got, they only know he's heading south."
"Doesn't that mean there's absolutely no useful information?"
"Don't rush, there's another message,"
Alvin leaned against the wall and saw that Sandy had perked up her ears.
"Gulliver needs to go to a place where he can match the power of that item and perform a ritual."
"Where exactly?"
"do not know."
"what?!"
"But since it's a place suitable for performing magical rituals, I imagine it must be quite special."
Alvin suddenly laughed.
"What are you laughing at? Kalimdor is so big, how could we possibly know where the magic is special?"
"You can't, I can't, but someone can."
Alvin chuckled, "Have you forgotten our Blue Dragon Lady?"