The orc's broadsword was cut into the rock, which was hard to pull out for a while. Looking at the grinning Orc in front of him at night, he suddenly raised his hand and made a slight stroke on his opponent's throat. Then he turned around and walked away, and said slightly: "for the Orc, there is no need for too much pity and concession, they only know how to eliminate the opponent, and never know how to forgive and appreciate." The orc stayed in place for a while, and suddenly put out his hand to wipe his neck. A bright red blood arrow came out from his neck, growing...