One day later.
In a cell in the dungeon, Alvis was sitting on a worn-out chair in the cell beside him, while the tribesmen from the Bluebird Territory were whipping a Nighthawk demon general with a caltrop whip.
He would say something every time he was whipped.
"Speak or not! Are you going to speak or not?"
The Nighthawk demon general, with smelly linen stuffed in his mouth, nodded hummingly.
I cursed inwardly: "I've already told you everything! But you're asking! I've been nodding my head for half an hour! Are you blind?"
The tribesman holding the whip ignored the nod of the Nighthawk Demon General and continued to whip.
Because the order he received was that no matter what the Nighthawk demon general said or did, he just had to keep smoking and say those two sentences while smoking.
After a while, the tribesmen from the Bluebird Territory got tired of whipping, so they put down their whips, picked up the chili water beside them and poured it on the snake.
Crash——
The hot chili water splashed all over the Nighthawk Demon General, and the water gradually soaked the wounds on his body.
"Mmm--wooooo!"
The Nighthawk demon, covered in scars, began to twitch its muscles uncontrollably, and the severe pain caused it to have convulsions.
Alves stood up and spoke.
"You're such a tough nut! If you don't tell me, I'll continue to torture you. Use all the torture instruments that Master has given you."
Upon hearing this, the Nighthawk Demon General began to hum again.
The tribesman standing nearby nodded, "Yes, sir, but... sir, the torture instruments given by Master Ling are a bit too terrible. I'm afraid they can't bear it."
"Just keep them breathing. If you see any of them about to die, notify me and I will tell the leader. The leader has plenty of ways to rescue them." Alves said.
"Yes, sir." The tribesman nodded.
The light in the Nighthawk Demon General's eyes faded, and he hated the so-called "traitor" in Ryan's heart.
Otherwise, how could he have suffered such torture and been unable to die even if he wanted to?
He swore that if he could escape from the tribe one day, he would find out all the traitors in the tribe and make them taste the pain they had suffered.
As soon as he thought of this, fear appeared in the eyes of the Nighthawk Demon General.
Because the Bluebird Territory tribesman was resting, although he put down the caltrop whip in his hand, he picked up a pair of pliers and rushed towards his fingers...
At night, Alvis gathered the three mutilated Nighthawk demon generals into a large cell.
He randomly picked a demon general that he didn't like and spoke to the members of the Blue Bird tribe beside him.
"Hey, this demon general is the most stubborn. When the leader came here before, he looked at you with a fierce look."
"You two are both in charge of the prison in your clan. You should be familiar with skinning and gouging out eyes. Come on, there's no need to spare his life tonight."
The two tribesmen standing nearby nodded. They had dealt with such situations many times before, so they didn't think what Alves said was cruel.
These three demon generals are not human beings at all. There is no need to feel sympathy for such deformed monsters.
Soon, the two tribesmen gouged out the eyes, skinned, and pulled out the tendons of the Nighthawk Demon General in the cell, which put the psychological pressure on the other two Nighthawk Demon Generals who were watching to the maximum.
Keep humming there.
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