"Are you sure?"
Meng Chao frowned slightly. "I have to say, you really disappoint me, Big Kukri Mr. I thought High-Level Orcs were forged from steel and iron, that you could at least hold out for ten or twenty minutes!
"Are you really not planning to endure another three or five minutes?"
"No! No! No!"
Big Kukri let out a shrill scream. "Ask me questions already! I'll tell you everything, everything, ah!"
That final scream came from the flames blazing over his mangled left leg.
Using a secret medicine rich in flammable oils, Meng Chao cauterized his wounds, temporarily sealing his shattered blood vessels and suspending the Minotaur Warrior on the boundary between life and death.
"What was that village called?"
That was his first question.
Yet this question left Big Kukri, who had been writhing in unbearable pain, completely dumbfounded.
He had already prepared himself to betray every secret.
Including the Bloodhoof Family's most shameful hidden truths.
But he had never expected the black-haired, black-eyed monster to ask such a baffling question. "W-what village?"
"The village that fished me out of a tributary of the Turan River and saved my life."
Meng Chao explained patiently, "The village your recruitment team later destroyed."
Big Kukri fell silent for a while.
Confusion and shock gradually surfaced on his deathly pale bovine face.
As though he could not believe that Meng Chao had gone to such painstaking lengths to capture him here, even risking the wrath of the entire Bloodhoof Family, all for something so insignificant.
But under the stimulation of the secret medicine, the stabbing pain from his cauterized wounds continued.
And with every breath, it became increasingly unbearable.
To escape that endless nightmare of torment as quickly as possible, he could only answer honestly. "Colorful Snail Village. That village was