Chapter 542 [Brutal and Backward and Advanced]

As a military center, the Northwest Fortress is a magnificent city, and of course there will be one place inside: a prison cell.

Just behind the original Commander's Mansion in the Northwest Fortress, there is a dungeon.

This is not the first time Chen Daolin has come to this place, but when he arrives again, he still feels a little uncomfortable.

The dungeon was dug very deeply, with two layers downwards, and the bottom layer was dark and humid, especially in winter, where the bottom was full of moisture, and there were even some water marks on the ground.

The damp and cold feeling filled the air, with a stinky smell that was hard to describe in words, as if it would penetrate into the skin through thick clothes.

The necromancer McQueen said that there is a smell of "death" in the air here.

Well, Chen Daolin thinks this statement is correct. How could anyone die in the prison cell?

Walk into the innermost room in the dungeon and push open the thick iron door and you can smell the thick smell of rust in the air.

This is bloody!

Chen Daolin frowned and looked at the mottled torture instruments and curved iron hooks on the walls - although he didn't know what these things were for, the remaining blood rust from above must be absolutely not a beautiful thing.

There were three prisoners hanging on the walls in the cell.

To be precise, they are three orcs.

The orcs of the three hoof tribes seem to be cows from their appearance.

Beside Chen Daolin, Dixon held a torch and looked at the torture instruments on the surrounding walls with a terrifying expression.

Chen Daolin seemed to smile... These orcs from the cattle tribe looked at the light of the torch in this dark place, and they looked a bit like bull's heads... Well, it's a pity that there was no horse face. It seems that there was no horse race among the orcs caught this time?

In that battle, Montoya did not capture too many prisoners.

Basically, most orcs on the battlefield were killed by Montoya.

This is also what Chen Daolin told him... We don't have that much food to support these guys.

After a brief interrogation, the orcs caught identified their identities and quickly threw the strong ones to other places, allowing the people from the chamber of commerce to choose - of course, they had to pay.

As for these three people, they were all the guys with identities who were finally picked out from it.

It is said that the one hanging in the center of the wall, whose hands were nailed directly to the wooden strips by nails, was a very high-ranking guy in the invading orc army. He seemed to be a commander-level figure.

These orcs are very fierce. But even the most vicious orcs are still exposed after several rounds of tours of the curved iron hook torture instruments on the walls.

Yes, it is revealed, not surrender!

To be precise, the person being interrogated had some words.

Chen Daolin got some news he needed.

The most valuable news is that the orc invasion he determined was indeed the act of a single tribe.

This is a large tribe with very good strength. After receiving the news that the Northwest Fortress was empty, I wanted to take the opportunity to pick up the bargain. After a few tests, I mobilized the soldiers in the tribe and sent them out.

The result was naturally a bloody blow.

But what Chen Daolin was more concerned about the news they received about the emptiness of the Northwest Fortress. What exactly did they reach?

Or... have they continued to pass the message up?

Do the senior officials of the Orc Kingdom know?

Do other tribes know?

The two jailmen rushed to wake up the orc with water, and then the cell began to be filled with howlings of anger and pain.

Chen Daolin's face did not change at all. He signaled that Dixon would move the torch and approach the orc officer in the middle.

"You ask me a question. Do you want to die or live?" Chen Daolin tilted his head.

Dixon held a torch in one hand and covered his nose with the other, enduring the stench. He said something about an orc in a muffled voice.

The orc on the wall raised his head with difficulty, stared at Chen Daolin with fierce eyes, and spat bloody spit, and said something.

"...Teacher, it..." Dixon looked a little embarrassed.

"Well, it's scolding me, right?"

"Yes, and the scolding was so bad." Dixon cried.

"You tell it, I can put it back and go back to the orcs."

"ah?"

"As soon as you say!"

Dixon blinked his eyelids and translated this sentence to the orc.

The orc on the wall fell silent. It stared at Chen Daolin with wide eyes, panting heavily.

It can be seen that it is very painful, and the injuries on the body and the traces of torture are obvious, especially the blood on the hair, which sticks the hair into one and one blame.

After a while, the orc said something in a hoarse voice.

"It asks you, what you want it to do, and it won't surrender to us."

Chen Daolin smiled: "I don't need its surrender, nor do I need it to tell me any important information or information. I just want to chat with it casually, and I will ask some questions, all of which are not important questions. Well, just treat it as satisfying my curiosity. It can choose to answer or not. If it can satisfy me, I will let it go back to the orcs."

After hearing Dixon's words, the orc seemed to be silent for a while, but its eyes were obviously relaxed.

Chen Daolin knew it in his mind and started asking directly.

He began to ask questions after questions and then asked Dixon to translate them.

Dixon was surprised that almost none of Chen Daolin's problems seemed to be related to this orc invasion battle.

It seems... they are all irrelevant topics.

He asked the orc how old it was and if it had children.

He even asked the orc's father how old he was.

Then Chen Daolin asked about the daily situation in the other tribe. For example, how old their soldiers are, how they live on weekdays, what source of food depends on, how much does it rely on farming, and how much does it rely on hunting.

He even asked with great interest some questions about the orc tribes, how the female orcs raise orc children, how their family division of labor is like humans, whether men work, women manage their households, etc.

These seemingly trivial questions gradually dispelled the orc's vigilance. It hesitated for a moment and began to answer.

With a start, it will be much easier.

Chen Daolin asked more and more questions, and in the end, the orc thought about it and answered some slightly sensitive questions.

For example, the south of the Orc Empire and the Roland Empire. Especially in the northwest, there are some large tribes around, which tribes are there, whether they are the cattle, horse, or tiger, whether they live in a mixed place, whether there are many cases of living in a mixed place, and so on...

The orc began to refuse answers to these questions, but Chen Daolin did not force a request, but chose to ask some trivial questions. After the other party relaxed, he turned around and asked again, and most of the orc would answer.

Although his tone was still very tough and his eyes were full of hostility.

Chen Daolin seemed very satisfied.

In the end, he didn't even dislike the bloody smell on the other party. He also reached out to pat the orc in a gentle tone: "Dixon, tell it. I'm very satisfied with its answer. I will keep my promise and send it back to the orc."

Dixon translated this sentence in confusion.

The orc on the wall suddenly emitted light in his eyes, but soon, the orc roared at Chen Daolin loudly.

"Teacher...it, it said...even if you let it go, it will not forget the hatred. It said it will definitely come back to take revenge. It will bring the tribe warriors to kill us."

"Very good, I just like such a straightforward temperament." Chen Daolin grinned.

The orcs on the wall were shouting something loudly, and soon, the other two orcs hanging on both sides also started shouting together.

"What are they shouting?"

Dixon covered his nose: "Scream the slogan...it probably means long live the orcs or something."

"Long live the orc?" Chen Daolin blinked: "Shouldn't it be that he shouted 'For the Tribe'?"

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When he left the cell, Dixon came outside and took a few deep breaths. Then he looked at Chen Daolin with tears in his eyes: "Teacher... what do you think? I asked the messy questions about it, are these questions... all military intelligence?"

"Maybe it."

Chen Daolin's eyes became more serious at this time.

"Maybe?" Dixon's eyes widened.

Chen Daolin looked up at the sky.

The weather in winter is still gloomy - after the New Year, there has been no sunny days.

"This is really a barbaric and annoying race." Chen Daolin sighed sincerely: "I'm even a little shaken now... Although what Du Weiwei did is crazy, it's not unreasonable."

"What?"

"It's really annoying and dangerous for such an annoying and barbaric race who has been living by our side as neighbors. And... they should be the kind that is inconquering."

“Unconquered…”

"Well, I can't conquer. Since I can't conquer... I'll destroy it."
To be continued...