"The Tsar's personal guard? What are they doing here?"

“It is said that he came with Prince Arthas. Arthas arrived in the northern White Sea the day before yesterday. He was a messenger sent to Moscow.” Prometheus paused and continued, “When I saw him, the orcs were chasing them. In the end, only he was left. The rest were killed by the orcs.”

"According to him, Arthas was taken into custody after arriving in the northern White Sea. He was planning to sneak back to Moscow for help, but he was suddenly attacked on the way. However, he didn't know exactly what happened. He said that the orc should know some inside information."

Heatherine looked at the other orc, said nothing, and directly poured a dazzling beam of holy light into his body.

"Awoooooo..."

The rhythmic howls shook the ice beneath everyone's feet, demonstrating the immense pain the orc was enduring.

Heatherine possessed the purest Holy Spirit power and Holy Light, which was more cruel to the orcs than any torture. Soon, blood began to seep from the orcs' skin, staining the white ice surface red.

"The brave Lumon will not yield! You lackeys of the Temple, don't even think about making me utter a single word!" The orc named Lumon was an incredibly determined fellow. Although his howls were pitiful, he simply refused to submit.

Heather frowned, then added another beam of holy light into his body, causing him to thrash about like a fish thrown ashore.

"What exactly are you building?"

Why is Arthas imprisoned by you?

Despite the immense pain causing Lumon to wail and tremble uncontrollably, he never answered Heatherine's question. Just as Heatherine was about to unleash another beam of holy light, Qin Mo stopped her.

Qin Mo opened a bottle of fine wine and shoved it into Lu Meng's mouth. Lu Meng's already bloodshot eyes lit up, and he greedily drank half the bottle in one gulp.

"Warrior, you're from the Blackrock Clan?"

"I...I won't tell you!"

Qin Mo stretched out her hand and said, "Your fangs have the Black Stone Clan's emblem on them. Want another bite?"

Lu Meng nodded, and then took another sip of strong liquor as he wished. Although he held a high position in the clan, he had never drunk such good liquor before.

"Lumon, right? Your courage is truly remarkable. Tell me where your clan leader is; I'd love to challenge him." Qin Mo gave him another sip of water and asked casually.

"Hehe...you're no match for the adults!" Lu Meng chuckled, his sarcasm undisguised.

Qin Mo said disappointedly, "So you didn't know where your clan leader was either? I thought you were a famous and powerful warrior in the Black Stone Clan!"

Lu Meng chuckled slyly, "I, Lu Meng, am the chieftain's personal guard. How could I not know where the chieftain is? I just won't tell you. You cunning human, do you think I don't understand? Hahahaha, your wine is really delicious!"

“Your personal guard, since he is the chieftain’s personal guard, then Blackham must be not far from you. He’s probably to the north!”

Lumon was stunned for a moment, then roared, "You cunning human, Lord Blackham will tear you to pieces, you overconfident fool."

"You... are building a bone tower, am I right?"

Lu Meng was completely stunned, muttering, "How did you know?" (To connect with more like-minded people and discuss "Sailing and Conquest," follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat to read novels, chat about life, and find kindred spirits.)