The sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, and Gulu tightly grasped the stone in his hand that he had sharpened and jumped towards the orc.
"Zi La!" The force was heavy, the skull was broken, the brain was spattered, and Gollum was killed with one blow.
The orc staggered down.
"Haha, my baby, where is it?" Gollum happily threw away the stone and leaned down towards Oak.
He kept flipping through Oak's clothes, talking about my baby.
However, the more he rummaged, the more anxious he became because he had already rummaged, but he still didn't see what he wanted to see.
"Ah! Where? Where? Where did you hide him?" Gollum panicked, grabbing the head of the already dead orc and shouting loudly.
However, it was obvious that the orc leader could no longer answer his words.
Gulu's loud cry did not wait for the answer he wanted, but instead alarmed a few lieutenants on duty not far away.
"Who's where?" A few slightly strong orcs ran over, and when they saw the leader lying on the ground, and then saw the blood-stained Gulu, they couldn't help being shocked.
"Damn monster, he killed the captain, catch him!"
The orcs were shocked and angry and came towards Gulu. Gulu realized that he didn't have a second and wanted to escape, but the orcs dodged a few times, but they surrounded him.
"I didn't expect it to be you!" The orcs seemed to know Gollum; their ugly faces showed surprise, then they laughed and said, "Last time you killed our brother Kaha, and now you killed us again. Our captain, you are such a capable little thing."
"However, there is a price to pay for angering us. You ran away last time, so this time, let us continue what we didn't do last time."
"No, no!" Gulu heard the words; his eyes widened, and his eyes couldn't help but turn to the... corpse on the table.
The corpse, which was so dilapidated that it was almost impossible to recognize its original appearance, had gone through that kind of criminal law.
He also suffers from this cruel criminal law? No, he doesn't want to.
The thought of being torn apart alive, torn apart alive... is Gulu, who always likes to make fun of cruelty, and his heart can't help but panic.
These orcs are definitely heinous monsters, even more bloody and cruel than the cruelest human beings he has ever seen.
"No? It's up to you?" Oak laughed.
Gollum kept retreating, but there were orcs in front and back, left and right; he was surrounded. He wanted to rush out, but with his strength, he couldn't break through their obstacles.
He was constantly kicked, beaten, and pulled constantly.
Then, he was tied to the table just now.
"No, ah~ no, no, please, please, we don't... We don't want the baby anymore, let us go, let us go," Gollum cried pitifully, struggling, making the table rattle.
But it was clear that his request had gotten into the Orc's ears and was of little use.
Gollum saw the Orcs pick up a knife from a shelf nearby.
The knife was very rough, and it was dark all over. From a distance, it seemed that you could smell the countless bloody smells coming from it.
This knife, I don't know how many lives it has killed before, but now, it is approaching him little by little.
"No, no, don't!" Gollum stared at the knife close to him and kept yelling, his voice hoarse.
"Hehe, don't worry, we'll keep you awake," Oak laughed. "You should be grateful to us for such a painful loss; ordinary people don't have this kind of treatment."
"Hahaha~" Several Oaks also laughed.
"Okay, hurry up, I don't want him to slip away again," an Oak said.
"Don't worry, he can't run; let's get his feet off first this time."
"Ah-ah-ah-" Gollum was desperate, mournful.
A moment ago, he was still so happy, and he still had a victorious attitude. Now, he couldn't help but fail to get his things back; he was like a bereaved dog hung on the chopping block and about to be slaughtered.
"No, who put us in such a situation?"
"Who is driving us crazy?"
"Who made us die?"
"What--"
"No one can save us; our destiny, it turns out, from the beginning... is doomed...?"
Gollum shouted, his throat hoarse, his eyes a little dazed, and the golden light and shadow flashed in front of him again, but this time, he was not as fascinated as before.
He thought more, yeah, what made him what he is now?
The small village by the river seemed to reappear in front of his eyes again, and the sound of running water from the Brandy River seemed to resurface in his mind again, sizzling and flowing like beautiful music, provoking homesickness.
What made him lose these? What made him,
"Woooo~" Gollum choked up, struggling and in pain on his face, "We are ruined, ruined from the beginning. Baby, no, that damn ring, that damn scrap metal, I'm... ruined by him!"
"Woooo~"
The blade slowly climbed up Gollum's chest; Gollum felt a little cold, that position was his heart.
"Is it over?" he thought subconsciously, "It's okay. Yes, it's okay."