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Chapter 518: Captured without mercy

As the dizziness subsided, Lorraine suddenly became fully awake!

He was panting heavily, as if he had never breathed at all. He inhaled the sand from the land of Orgrimmar like a living person, choked, and coughed up sand.

I heard Lilith's voice, a mixture of surprise and tears:

"It's soothing, that's great! How are you, Lorraine?"

"I...I need to draw everything I see...and find someone to take a look...Do you have paper? Cloth, leather, anything will do, blood...I need the blood from the ground too..."

Lorraine, as if possessed, smeared his hands with the bloodstains on the ground, wanting to capture everything in his mind during this fleeting moment of clarity—to draw it on his sleeves, the white bandages on his chest, even on the sand on the ground...

"What did you say? Are you alright? If you are, cheer up, you big idiot! We're in big trouble... You had to go and provoke that vixen, rekindling your old flame. Now look what happened, no one's going to save you... You and I are going to be arrested. I hate being locked up with orcs, it's all your fault..."

"No! I can't get arrested... I have urgent business to attend to!"

......

"That's not up to you, you undead rogue! You are suspected of involvement in the ambush of the Forsaken ambassador, and everyone must come back with us... Behave yourselves, and those who resist will be killed without mercy."

The person who responded to Lorraine and Lilith was an Orgrimmar officer who understood Undead, wore the insignia of a Bloodguard, and was dressed in Kor'kron Elite Guard armor...

A squad leader-like figure stood with a sharp axe blade in front of Lorraine and Lilith. Lorraine instinctively pulled Lilith behind him, but two troll spearmen pressed their spear blades against his back... Lorraine froze, too afraid to move.

......

Lilith leaned against Lorraine, the two skeletons nestled together. The two elite Deathwhisperers, much smaller than the orcs, tried to argue, but the unfortunate few who had been thrown to the ground were already piled up like a small mountain; they had been executed on the spot, their crimes akin to assassination...

With this precedent set, and to make an example of him, Lorraine and Lilith dared not act rashly. Who would have thought that a footman who risked his life for the tribe would one day be arrested by his own people...

Lilith was surprised that Lorraine seemed quite used to it...

Just hours ago, Orgrimmar's guards were arresting people like pigs or dogs, dragging them around in net bags... Lorraine didn't want to experience that humiliating feeling of being dragged again, so he instinctively touched the Tide Charm...

Hesitating, should he resist the Orgrimmar guards' attempt to capture him...?

"What kind of mess is this, a second offense?"

"Those who resist will face the consequences!"

The Blood Guardian roared, this time in Orcish, not only directed at Lorraine and Lilith, but also at the Horde members watching... Orcs are usually impatient, straightforward, and obedient, strictly following orders from High Overlord Saurfang.

With axes and spears positioned in front and behind, even if Lorraine wanted to make a move, it wouldn't be in time...

The advantage was not ours; the orc soldiers outnumbered us by hundreds, the disparity was obvious, and orc warriors and wolf riders were still arriving at various crossroads... Martial law had been declared throughout Orgrimmar due to the assassination attempt on the ambassador...

The wind howls and cranes cry...

Everyone had to undergo inspection, especially the tribal adventurers who had traveled from afar; the guild members, accustomed to their freedom, immediately began to complain...

"We are the Great Chief's warriors, who have risked our lives for the tribe, and we cannot be treated like this!"

"Yes, I am the guild leader of the Pathfinders Guild. Show some respect. Our guild has captured the Alliance flag for the Horde in Warsong Gulch many times... I am at least an overlord, your superior! My men can raze any major city to the ground at will. You are provoking us, you know?"

......

"Ouch, be gentle... I make a living with my looks, don't hit my face..."

"Does the police station provide meals? The food in Undercity's dungeons isn't even fit for the living. Your Orgrimmar wild boar meat should be plentiful, right? Don't try to fool us with rotten fish from the sewers and mudfish from the ponds... Thunder Bluff is much better; they have milk..."

"Blood elves have immunity. We in Silvermoon City would never treat our citizens like this. This is barbaric, illegal, undemocratic, and unfree tyranny... I will file a complaint with the Silvermoon City ambassador, a complaint..."

......

Seeing all sorts of magnificent armor and high-level adventurers riding rare mounts...

Passing by, I saw vendors sweeping the streets and children watching the commotion...

Orcish troll civilians wandering nearby...

Successful individuals carrying the pig-driving sticks of high-ranking warlords, blood elf paladins riding thousand-gold horses, tauren shamans carrying tribal totems, and so on... anyone within the Dark Alley area was captured by the Kor'kron elite guard.

After weighing the options in my mind...

The odds of winning are clearly slim...

Considering so many people have been arrested, they probably won't be executed outright... The tribes of today are no longer the primitive kingdoms of the past. Warchief Thrall advocates justice, the rule of law, civility, friendship, freedom, and democracy... As the saying goes, the law does not punish the masses, and a person with a clear conscience has nothing to fear... Those who understand the times are wise.

He instinctively hid his plagiarism talisman, concealing the dazzling light of his various treasures, and proactively stretched out his hands, surrendering like a bound prisoner... Lilith, watching his series of actions from behind, couldn't help but roll her eyes. Frustrated, she could only follow Lorraine's example.

The two elites from the [Death Whisperer] guild consciously lined up with the other suspects.

Await their judgment...

Lorraine's mind was now filled with those final images; he didn't care much about anything else... Keep a low profile, be patient, and wait for an opportunity... His immediate priority was to find someone to pinpoint the exact location of the images that had flashed through his mind...

"The teacher's brain? The teacher's heart? Does it refer to the internal organs, or the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, tongue, or limbs, the body, or just the skin...?"

"Thorns entangle the mountainous land..."

"Moonlight and lake water..."

"Sand dunes and starry caves, then the Emerald Illusion and the Nightmare Tree..."

Having roughly determined the location, Lorraine carefully recalled the scenes to make sure she hadn't missed any key clues...

While Lorraine was lost in thought and his mind wandered... a change occurred among the group of subdued suspects!

The local orc who initially protested against being captured seemed to be acting strangely. The merchant, who called himself Gru, had only been making empty threats; his actions betrayed him, and he obediently waited for the soldiers to tie him up...

But when the soldiers were about to tie it up, the creature suddenly flew into a rage, its entire body turning crimson, its muscles bulging, and it roared, "Gru is innocent! Gru is innocent... Why are you forcing me..."

This guy's originally greenish skin suddenly turned red, his whole body swelled up, and he transformed from a green-skinned orcish merchant into a red-skinned berserker. In two swift movements, he sent two orc soldiers flying with astonishing force...

Gru seemed to have lost his mind, and the orc soldiers immediately surrounded him, throwing the recently stabilized situation into chaos again...