"A foolish lowly spy? How interesting. "Saruman's doppelganger laughed hoarsely, obviously pleased with himself. Following that, he continued to observe the others.
Probably because he was a contestant, Sheyan's performance was much better than the others. For example, the powerful elven elder in the party, when the wizard's icy gaze lingered on him for dozens of seconds, his spirit directly collapsed and collapsed to the ground. It took him a few hours to recover.
After passing through Saruman's doppelganger's' appraisal 'and screening, everyone was then herded into a prison located at the center of the settlement. The reason why it wasn't the surrounding caves, was because the dwarves were adept at dealing with rocks and rocks, and were often the spoils of war of the slave hunters. This prison was not only enveloped by a barrier created by the wizard tower, it was also separated into an inner ring and an outer ring. The inner ring was the prison cells, where some orc jailers resided. The outer ring was the residence of the guards, mostly made up of uruk-hais. More importantly, even if someone managed to break through the inner and outer rings, they would never be able to escape the surveillance of the thousands of eyes of the densely packed orc caves. It seems like the secrets of this place couldn't be divulged.
In this world of ice and snow, the elves who lacked winter clothing felt extremely uncomfortable. They shivered as they were locked in the icy cold prison cells for 2 days. Their stamina and spirit were extremely sluggish, the only ones who benefited from the low temperature were those who were injured. The low temperature effectively prevented their injuries from worsening, and the medicine given by the orcs was also rather effective. Even the heavily injured Alita's severed arm didn't worsen, instead, it rapidly healed.
In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, the cells were separated according to race. Therefore, Sheyan was pleasantly surprised to see Reef in the cell! Of course, the heavily injured Alita was also here, both of them were incomparably happy to see each other.
Speaking of which, Reef finally understood. Actually, not only did this orc tribe under Saruman's control dispatch a slave-capturing squad to capture other creatures, they even captured other orcs. Apart from that, Reef had personally witnessed a few 'uncontrollable' uruk-hais being captured and slaughtered. At this time, the two of them were naturally happy to see this kind of life in prison. They could not wait for Saruman's clone to sentence them to life imprisonment and forget about them.
The third day was a sunny day with a rare ray of sunlight shining into the cell. To the elves, this was undoubtedly a luxury. They scrambled to squeeze into the narrow window to enjoy the rare treatment. Evidently, Melody also wanted to go over and feel the warmth of the sun. She didn't seem to have any status in the tribe, and in this desperate situation, she was mercilessly pushed to the ground by several strong tribesmen. She could only sit on the ground and sob in grief.
When Sheyan witnessed such a scene, his eyes naturally flashed with a hint of viciousness. His heart naturally felt rather uncomfortable. However, he had no influence over the elves and could only watch helplessly. Sheyan's eyes flickered as he called out to the orc warden.
"Hey, big guy. Yes, yes, it's you with a missing ear. Come here!"
Because direct sunlight could easily damage the eyes of the half-orcs, the half-orcs who wanted to go outdoors were used to covering their eyes with black cloth, which could be considered as a simple imitation of sunglasses. This simple-minded warden was attracted by Sheyan's call, he took big strides over and roared in annoyance.
"Shut, your, mouth, or, skin, you! Missing an ear, glorious! "
Sheyan pointed at him and seriously replied.
"You dare to be disrespectful to me? Be careful I don't deprive you of your strength! "
The orc held his stomach as he laughed maniacally.
"Little worm, human, bluff, lies!"
This place was originally rather boring, after listening to their conversation, several bored orc wardens came over to spectate. Seems like orcs were similar to the internet trolls. Sheyan was worried that they wouldn't gather together, he immediately tossed out a curse-mix which formed a large poisonous fog. This group of simple-minded orcs had their strength reduced by 6 points (Originally 3 points, but there was an additional effect). These orcs' basic attributes couldn't be compared to the uruk-hais, a full 6 points of strength reduction was rather obvious.
To the orcs who worshipped strength, 6 points of strength reduction was undoubtedly a terrifying calamity. They instantly roared out in fright, raising their weapons towards Sheyan. Spitting out saliva, they angrily roared, wanting to kill and devour this damned wizard.
Sheyan folded his arms across his chest and lazily replied.
"If you kill me, you'll never be able to recover your strength. Although my meager strength cannot be compared to your god (referring to Saruman's doppelganger), but I'm not someone you filthy idiots can offend. "
The orcs looked at each other in dismay, slowly lowering the weapons in their hands. Their simple-minded minds sunk into a huge dilemma and fear! Gazing at Sheyan who had grasped this mysterious power, their gazes were filled with reverence. Sheyan obviously wasn't willing to go overboard, he tossed out his bait.
"Of course, I can forgive your ignorance, and return your strength to you. As long as you agree to a small request of mine."
That orc warden's gaze instantly turned vigilant, stuttering as he spoke.
"Impossible, you, release, die, or else!"
Sheyan laughed mischievously.
"I don't want you to release me. See that elf in the opposite cell? You can just send her to our cell. "
The nail-clad orc warden was stunned for a brief moment. Obviously, his simple brain required some time to process this information. After a brief moment, the orc warden revealed a lewd grin and leaned over. Across the iron railings, he raised his thumbs and said. "That's right. That's right.
"Female elves, you like them? Mating with them? Grecolo, I, also like them! "
Sheyan was stunned, he didn't expect this orc warden was actually trying to worm his way into being friends with him? But he immediately reacted. With the intellect of this orc, he definitely wasn't trying to worm his way into being friends. Instead, he seemed to have found a common language with him. Even though he only had + 3 charm, and without the domineering Jinkuang by his side, he could still display his prowess. Thinking of that, Sheyan laughed mischievously.
"That's right, that's right. Then bring her to my cell and I won't curse you."
The orc warden shook his head, his face filled with dread.
"Elf, touch, smoke, self-destruct, become a seed! Severely punish, die, us!!! "
At this moment, Alita walked over. Under her explanation, Sheyan was enlightened. As it turns out, when elves with innate natures were in despair, they would ignite their own life force. While inflicting damage to their surroundings, they would transform into a seed. Such a method of suicide was extremely peculiar. Sheyan couldn't help but recall an incident. Back in the Harry Potter world, Venter's lover Dani's' Elven Hymn 'should be similar to this ability. It seems like these orc wardens received strict orders, not allowing any deaths of prisoners.
Sheyan laughed heartily.
"Don't worry, she won't commit suicide. If you don't believe me, you can ask her if she is willing to come over. Hmm, how about this, if you can satisfy my request, then not only will I remove your curse, I will also treat you to strong liquor that you have never tasted before. "
"Strong liquor?" When the orc warden mentioned liquor, his saliva seemed to drip out from his yellowed fangs. He stammered.
"Oh? Can it be more delicious than Morger? "
The favorite drink of orcs was Morger. It was a mixture of fermented honey and fresh blood. Its taste was very sweet, and carried with it a pungent aroma of blood that the orcs loved the most. Many orc armies would bring along barrels of Morger when they were on the move, and even more when they were on the march. Because of the need to concoct fresh blood, the recipe for this was very simple and cruel. Fresh Morger could be drunk after 3 days, but it was best to wait until a week later.
Sheyan disdainfully scoffed.
"You call Morger delicious? Do you have a cup? "
Seeing the chief guard, Greckelor immediately fetched a wooden cup with filthy stains on it, Sheyan retrieved the 'Endless Vodka Flask' and poured him a cup. Greckelor was rather astute, he first sniffed before carefully tasting a little. Following that, his bloodshot eyes bulged out as he gulped it down in one gulp!
"Yes! More! Cup! Full! Full! Full! "
Warden Greckelor's eyes sparkled with countless stars, as he hopped up and raised the cup. Smacking his lips with incomparable fervor, he shouted loudly. At this moment, the rest of the wardens were attracted by the intoxicating aroma of the wine, their eyes flickered with lustful glints. Sheyan naturally knew these bunch of bandits, murderers and rapists. But what were these wardens thinking? Sheyan pointed to the flask and stored it back into his nightmare imprint, as he laughed heartily.
"If you want to rob, then you've got the wrong idea."
The group of orcs glanced at each other, as they huddled together and whispered to each other. Very quickly, they incessantly nodded their heads in agreement. Warden Greckelor strolled over, solemnly and earnestly asking.
"Lock her up. You. Wine. How much?"
Sheyan very bluntly replied.
"My wine needs to be fermented temporarily, so I'll give you a total of 10 cups. But you'll have to wait till nighttime to settle the bill." If you like this work, I welcome you to donate your recommendation votes or monthly votes. Your support, is my greatest motivation.)
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