Ma Long, who was a little reckless and abrupt of the beauty, could only watch Althea's back stumbling away, and then walked into the house shared by Vera and him alone - this nearly a month of jungle life made Malone feel as if he had returned to the life of a fugitive a long time ago. Reading artifact. YAnKuAi.

His whole body was dirty, and the smell of blood was even more unbearable, and if he took a hot bath comfortably, he would be "smoked" to death by himself.

Unfortunately, even after taking a shower and changing into the clothes found in the box that Vera had already helped him take care of, Malone didn't have a chance to talk to Althea.

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

……

"The orc is locked inside?"

Marlon was dressed up and found Robin in front of a house and asked.

"Yes, Chief Lothar."

Robin nodded, approached Marlon, and whispered - Paul and the rest of the scout team had gone to take a shower like Marlon, so Robin personally took a few reliable militiamen and escorted the orc captive to this house and imprisoned him.

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

Malone said to Robin.

"Understood, Chief Lothar...... Are you going to torture that orc captive? But...... What is the use of clean water? ”

Robin asked, a little puzzled.

"Of course it works...... Go ahead, if you want to know how to use it, you can just come back and watch from the side. ”

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

……

The lighting of this house is good, and the living room is bright; The orc captive was tied to a chair by Robin and the others, and in addition to the rope that had been wrapped around him three times before, many new knots were added densely.

The orc's body was so large that it was a little too incongruous to sit on the wooden chair that humans usually use; The poor chair was crushed and creaked, and it looked like it was going to collapse at some point.

The orc had already woken up, and when he saw Marlon coming in, he had the heart to growl, but because his mouth was still pouted by Paul's stinky clothes, he could only make a whining sound.

Marlon approached the orc, staring at him carefully.

After coming to this world, it was the first time that Marlon had observed orcs so closely at close range.

Green skin, unruly expressions, protruding fangs, blood-red eyes - this qiē is the same as what Malone has seen in the game before, but it has an extraordinarily realistic impact.

As Marlon approached, the orc's struggle intensified; The chair creaked beneath him, making an unpleasant moan.

The cyan muscles bulged out one by one, and were divided into small, fish-scale-like abrupt pieces under the blockage of thin ropes as thick as fingers; However, the water-soaked linen rope, even the strength of this orc, could not break free at all.

Even so, it was enough to make Marlon feel terrified - the orcs were worthy of being chosen by the Burning Legion, and their vitality was too strong.

For the past two weeks, Paul had only ensured that the orc would not starve to death, and De Jong had not stopped torturing him for a day, and he was still so vigorous that Marlon had to admit that the orc army was indeed the most formidable enemy at the level of mortal power.

After struggling for a while, and finding that it was useless, the orc actually gave up; However, he raised his head and followed Marlon's gaze to meet him, with a hint of mockery and disdain in his eyes.

"You're laughing at me, aren't you? You don't think it's useful for me to catch you, because I don't speak orc, and you don't speak lingua franca, do you? ”

Marlon suddenly laughed, and as he spoke, he reached out and tore off the rags from the orc's mouth, and then activated the mage-exclusive skill that can turn him into a "master of language"—arcane language.

This skill, which is usually useless, but can come in handy at critical moments, can be released both on oneself and on others - for example, now, releasing it on oneself can make Malone understand orc language, and releasing it on orcs will allow him to listen to Malone as orc language.

"You...... What did you say? ”

The orc stared at Marlon in disbelief as if he had seen a monster, his eyes bulging outward, and the pale yellow saliva that came out of his roar almost sprayed on Marlon.

"You've heard me clearly, monster. Now that you know I speak your language, let's make a deal! How about I ask you to answer, tell me all I want to know, and then you can save yourself the pain of being tortured? ”

Although he knew that it was not feasible, before Robin returned, Marlon tried to convince the orc to surrender - after all, it is a race, and it is impossible for every orc to be willing to die for his clan, right?

"Phew! Despicable humans! Coward! You thought the warriors of the tribe would succumb to ...... like you"

To Marlon's surprise, the orc immediately began to curse - a little lacking in vocabulary, but it was obvious that he was genuinely angry.

So Marlon didn't be polite to him, he punched the orc in the face, and stopped the guy's arrogant shouting with violence.

"Phew!"

The orc crooked his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground - it wasn't that he didn't want to spit it on Marlon's face, but Marlon's blow just now was so hard and sudden that the corners of his mouth temporarily lost sensation.

"Hiss~"

Marlon took a step back, then shook his hand—the punch was so hard that it almost knocked the orc's fangs off, but his own phalanges hurt enough.

"How does it feel to be punched by what you call a coward?"

Although Marlon felt that this punch was his own loss, he still did not intend to let go of any opportunity to humiliate this orc.

"Shut up, you weak human, if you're a warrior, just let me go, and we'll duel one-on-one!"

The orc did feel a little humiliated, his blood-red eyes full of manic love, and he shouted with his neck stalked.

"Yes! You answer all my questions first, and then I'll let you go, and the two of us go head-to-head! ”

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

"Good! …… Wrong! You let me go first, and then I'll answer your questions! ”

The orc wasn't really a fool either, although he was fooled by Marlon at first, but he quickly changed his tune.

"No, you answer first, otherwise what if you regret it then?"

Malone shook his head and said.