Lord of Rot

Chapter 617: Food and accommodation included (page 12)

"Bang!"

The iron cage was hit, shaking suddenly, and earth and rocks fell.

"Let us out, evil Lureyans, or you will see the wrath of the orcs! Our millions of armies will rush into this land and kill you all. You will all become food!"

The one who was going crazy was a noble half-orc, whose clothes had been stripped off and put on a set of white linen clothes.

"Do you want to give them a few strokes?"

The soldier guarding the cell door lifted the special alchemical creation in his hand, and the arc on the stick flashed.

The noble half-orc in the prison subconsciously shrank his neck, obviously he had tasted the power of that thing.

"Come back, Shield De!"

In the dark depths of the cell, the iron chains rattled, and a few red lights lit up from the darkness. At the door, I planned to use electric batons to teach the invading orcs who they could mess with and who they couldn't mess with.

"Da Doson!" The half-orc named Shield De dragged his own thick iron chain back.

The entire cell was filled with noble half-orcs who had survived the battle.

They were all captured, and not long after fighting the cripples who used all kinds of weird weapons on their bodies, they had an absolute advantage. Logically speaking, the advantage should continue.

The palace's suppression of the extraordinary is absolute, and no genius in the world can reverse this iron law.

But when the dragon roar came from the sky, they knew they had lost.

"They trapped us with evil power!" Shield De raised his hands and showed the iron chain.

As he used his power, the runes on the chain lit up, completely suppressing his power.

Every once in a while, spellcasters would come in to check the chains, leaving them no chance of escape.

"We are locked in a dungeon, we don't know the time, we don't know the situation outside, our army, our mission!" Shield De spoke very quickly: "And he also tried to make us surrender!"

All the noble orcs present could never forget the three-headed dragon that tore through the sky and flew in on the back of thunder.

Dragons are very common in the Panbor continent, but the legendary dragon... isn't that a legendary creature?

All at once there were three heads.

One of the dragons left behind a half-dead figure, which was their last source of support at the time - the legendary half-orc sword master Black Knife.

Some people don't believe that the dragon is real, even if the hot air coming out of its mouth is enough to make the skin of a palace-level person feel burning pain.

The noble half-orc who rushed over to test was burned to ashes by a mouthful of dragon's breath, which also affected another companion behind him who was unable to dodge and was seriously injured.

Facing the impossible dragon, everyone chose to surrender.

Afterwards, all of them were put on chains that could suppress extraordinary powers.

"He wants to make us surrender!"

"No matter what tricks he uses!" Another female noble half-orc said: "Orcs will never be slaves. We should fight to death instead of praying here that the Lureyan people can let us out."

"Only when you are alive can you leave a useful body. Don't forget that we can contact the prince of Lurea. He said before that he would cooperate with us."

"The Lureians are not trustworthy. We have failed twice. How do you know that we have not been deceived by him all the time?"

"Okay!" Da Dotson yelled, "Stop the quarrel!"

His chest rose and fell violently, and his voice was hoarse: "Orcs will not be enslaved by humans, and we will not surrender!"

I don't know how long it took, but the orcs stayed in the cell.

Waiting for the Lureyan people to judge themselves.

Judgment never came.

If it weren't for the regular patrols of the guards, the regular food, and the spellcasters who checked and repaired, I would have thought that the man riding the dragon had completely forgotten about himself and others.

Boom, boom!

The sound of iron boots hitting the floor was heavy.

The noble half-orcs in the cell all looked outside the iron prison.

Now is not the time to put out food, nor is it the time to check and repair the chains, nor is it the time for the guards to change shifts. No one should come.

"Click" the door lock is opened.

The visitor was wearing an exquisite suit of armor and had a beard. He held a few dates in his left hand and dropped one into his mouth from time to time.

"It's mine!" A half-orc shouted excitedly: "Asshole, take it off for me!"

"Yours?" The visitor patted the armor on his body: "In order to get rid of the smell, I hired three craftsmen to repair and clean it from the inside out. Do you know how much I spent!"

"Pooh!"

He spit out the dates and said: "You are lucky today. Some people have the opportunity to go out for fun. Does anyone want to go? You can raise your hand to sign up."

No one spoke in the cell.

"I didn't expect you to be so friendly and humble." The man bit another date: "All your men surrendered. Since joining us, those stupid, smelly, smelly guys have lived a very good life. Only the remaining You guys are still gritting your teeth and holding on."

"impossible!"

"Impossible? Why not go out and take a look?" The man raised his index finger: "Only one person is allowed!"

The noble half-orcs became quiet again. They all knew that this was definitely a way for the Lureyan people to disintegrate their team from within. If they didn't accept the move, they would just waste it like this. Although there would be no better results, they would not let the other party succeed.

Thinking back to the high-spirited journey that he and others embarked on, crossing the vast sea to the continent of Lurea, I thought it was a crushing journey of conquest. Who would have thought that they had captured a village just after landing, and on the second The entire village was captured.

Reality is like an iron rod, mercilessly hitting them on the back of the head.

"I'm going!" Da Dosun raised his head and said, "I'm going out to see if they really betrayed the tribe!"

Others had no objections. Everyone present could surrender and rebel, but only Da Dotson could not. He was the commander of the expedition.

"Come on." The man raised his fingers: "If you are interested, you can also come and fill out a form. This is what we call Warcraft people, right? Relaxing the recruitment conditions for Warcraft people will not only make the work easier, but also get paid. .”

"I am not a Warcraft," Da Dotson said, "I am a noble half-orc, with pure blood!"

"Hmm." The man shrugged: "So what? They have removed the chains now, but you are still tied."

Da Dosun didn't want to talk to the other party anymore. He just wanted to see if those lowly orcs had really betrayed him.

Get out of the dungeon.

After not being exposed to sunlight for a long time, his eyelids trembled subconsciously as the dazzling light fell.

When he regained his sight and looked forward, his head kept moving up uncontrollably, and then up.

"What's this?!"

A huge and towering city wall surrounded this place. The wall was as high as three giant dragons, and the top of the wall seemed to have reached the clouds.

The sun shines on the city wall, and the shadow of the city wall falls obliquely, covering a large area of ​​land.