This is a house close to the city wall. The residents of Nanhai Town who live in it have long moved to other places. The things inside are clean and clean. They appear relatively empty here, not even a wooden bed. In this room, two chairs were temporarily brought in. Rex sat on the chair, staring at the werewolf in front of him with sharp eyes.

This werewolf is not treated like Rex. She has a chair to sit down and is directly tied up and pressed by two soldiers to prevent the gnoll from struggling. Rex waved his hand to signal the two soldiers to leave. The current nerd is only at the fifth level. Although it is quite good, compared with Rex, it is one sky and one earth.

Even if he was loosening the zombie, Rex was not afraid that the other party could play tricks.

"Tell me, what kind of tribe are you from? How did that group of orcs find you?" Rex said slowly and questioned condescendingly.

The werewolf in front of him turned a deaf ear to Rex's words and was very heroic. The wolf face seemed to be shrouded in a sacred halo and became majestic and unyielding. "He has always been like this?" Rex asked Osborne beside him.

The werewolf was caught. The first person to be in charge of interrogation was Osborne, not Rex. While cleaning the battlefield, Rex was going back to rest. Only then did Osborne report to Rex that no results were found in the interrogation.

"Yes, no matter how severely torture, he never said a word, and I even doubted whether he was mute," Osborne's tone was depressed. His eyes were more vicious when he looked at the werewolf. Anyone who met a guy who didn't get in and didn't say anything, no matter how he was punished, he felt depressed.

After today's battle, there were some prisoners on the Nanhai Town, but the treatment was absolutely impossible to compare with the gnoll in front of him. Don't look at the gnoll's dress, but it is equivalent to the aristocratic status among the gnolls. A small soldier is not worth Osborn's personal attack. Rex does not know much about the means of forcing confession. Seeing that the professional Osborn was helpless, Rex just came to see that Rex was not as magical as the plenary session of everything.

"Hungry for a few days, didn't you say that the gnolls can do everything for food? I don't believe him," in front of Rex, Osborne staged a means of forcing confession. He watched Osborne holding an iron rod and constantly tapping on the gnoll. The gnoll just looked at Osborne with crazy eyes. The others didn't say a word, really like a mute. Shaking his head, Rex gave Osborne advice. He walked out of the room, fought during the day, and had a lot of trouble at night. Rex was really tired. While there was still some time to go back to rest.

When Rex went back, he met Kelthas and Gianna who were in charge of cleaning the battlefield. The dead bodies were everywhere, and it was a waste of time to clean them up. The men commanded by Kelthas were all ordinary people from Nanhai Town. The Knights of the Round Table and the South Sea Guard were all going to rest and fight fiercely during the day. The work of cleaning the battlefield was simply incompetent. Lifting up the dead bodies, the residents of Nanhai Town did not have much pressure. In the world of Azeroth, life and death were everywhere. When I came to this battlefield with flesh and blood, I felt a little uncomfortable at first, but I quickly adapted.

After greeting the two of them briefly, Rex went back without disturbing the enthusiastic Kelthas. The two had no hope at all. In one day, Alsace was a high wall crossing the center of the two, unable to cross it. When the high wall began to collapse, the two had no chance.

Rex really has some ideas about Jaina, she is beautiful and has a good dowry. She will still be a great magician in the future, and she has many benefits, but the nickname of selling her father is really something that makes people stay away from her.

The king of Kurtiras, a powerful maritime power of Dalin Prodmore, was the hero of World War II. How glorious is that mankind has survived the most difficult Second World War, and the storms have passed. In the end, he fell into trouble. He died of incomparable grievances and was sold by his biological daughter. In response to that sentence, this is a cheating father. The peace he had cheated father in exchange for did not last for many years.

I can't tell the difference between the times in my heart. The world of Azeroth is so big. The collision between humans and orcs is inevitable. After two wars, the hatred between humans and orcs has penetrated into the bone marrow. Unless we face oppression together, we will only live and die. This is also the time when the Wings of Death and Lich King, the tribe and alliance will definitely unite, kill the foreign enemies, and then continue to fight each other.

Just now lying on his soft big bed, a feeling of fatigue came from Rex. He lay on his armor and did not take off his eyes. He closed his eyes straight. Just as Rex was just lying down, a figure hidden in the corner stood up and slowly approached Rex who was sleeping. Rzef was proud and returned, with some ability in his hand. When he walked, there was no sound. The sharp dagger in his hand faintly revealed brown and green, which was a manifestation of the toxicity of the dagger.

The idol worshipped by Jijeff, Garona, the great assassin, used a weapon that was not a dagger at all, but a knife with a strange shape. It flashed several blades of light in an instant like an illusion. Her prey immediately fell down silently.

This is how Garona assassinated. For this, Jigeff was extremely yearning for this. He also fantasized about how he left the use of a dagger and had his own exclusive weapon. Unfortunately, fantasy was just a fantasy. Jigeff was not a person who was out of reality. He knew that his strength was insufficient now, and over-imitating Garona was purely seeking death. Jigeff's understanding of the assassin had changed because of Garona.

The poisonous dagger was held in his hand by Jigeff. Looking at the person lying on the bed, Jigeff's expressionless face and the corner of his mouth were slightly hung. As long as he gently stroked the dagger in his hand, a prince of a king would die in his hand.

The more important the moment, it seems that as long as you take a few steps forward, you can kill the target. The more you dare not be careless, I don’t know how many excellent assassins have fallen here, and they are obviously only a line away from success, and finally become a world of difference.
Chapter completed!