Does a Death Knight Get Interested in Women?

"You still haven't answered my question..." Kaldara noticed Malone was dazed, so he repeated himself, "Since we are both allies, why would you launch an attack on us?"

"Launch an attack?" Malone glanced at the orc who had taken his blow, collapsed to the ground unable to crawl back up, and could only emit weak groans, then said, "He was the one who attacked first, wasn't he? I was merely defending myself. But how did you know I was your ally?"

Malone still remembered that the moment he walked in, that orc had shouted that he would kill him and then thrown a fierce punch—though it hadn't actually hurt much.

"Put that way, it is indeed true..." Kaldara nodded and said.

"But this cannot be blamed on Talrama; after all, you hadn't spoken yet at that time. If it weren't for your proficiency in the orcish tongue, I might have mistaken you for a human as well. After all, you look completely different from Teron Gorefiend. His face..."

Kaldara did not continue, trusting that the other party understood his meaning.

Kaldara had once seen Teron Gorefiend in Orgrim Doomhammer's command tent. When the man had removed the veil covering his face, the sight was truly terrifying—uglier even than the four-legged demons with tentacles summoned by the warlocks.

"You know my identity..." Malone murmured.

Only now did Malone understand what Kaldara meant—clearly, this Blademaster from the Burning Blade Clan was aware of the existence of Death Knights and knew that their appearances leaned more toward those of humans.

As for the status of an ally, that was even easier to confirm—in a camp where tens of thousands of orcs were gathered, how could a human possibly appear? Even if Malone weren't a Death Knight, anyone with a shred of intelligence would know he was at least a human who had defected to the Horde.

"Then, I recall that Death Knights should have their own independent camp, yes? Although it seems not far from here, why would you appear in the prisoner-of-war camp?"

Kaldara spoke in a refined, scholarly manner, which Malone found quite difficult to get used to.

If the other party weren't a fierce and menacing orc, Malone would have almost thought he was conversing with a human.

"Her." Malone pointed behind Kaldara, where the human girl was curled up, looking at them with a face full of terror.

The girl's sleeve had already been torn off, and although she still wore her dress, a smooth, lotus-root-like arm was exposed.

It seemed, however, that Malone had not arrived too late; these orcs had not yet managed to proceed with further violation.

"Her?" Kaldara did not turn around, but his tone began to stiffen slightly.

"This human is our spoils of war, Death Knight. We ran into a group of humans far from the camp, killed most of them, and brought back the ones who were still alive. Is there a problem?"

Although Kaldara's tone remained humble, Malone never let his guard down. He knew that people like this were like vipers hiding in the grass, their calm exteriors masking incredibly dangerous fangs.

While listening to Kaldara's account, Malone kept an eye on the other orcs. He noticed that the three of them were gradually moving to surround him, joining Kaldara to pin him in the center.

"How many humans did you encounter?" Although he knew it was already too late to change anything, Malone could not help but ask the question.

"Seven in total."

The long, slender blade in Kaldara's hand dipped slightly toward the ground, but Malone knew the other party could launch an attack at any moment. He was unsure if he could handle enemies who outnumbered him and possessed more experience while empty-handed, but he was already trapped in a situation where he could not back down.

"You killed them all?" Even though Kaldara had already stated the final outcome, Malone still felt the situation was horrifying.

That was seven people! Just like that, slaughtered alive? In his twenty-plus years on Earth, Malone had never seen so many dead bodies.

"Orcs slaughtering humans—isn't that a normal occurrence? Death Knight, I don't quite understand your meaning. If I haven't misunderstood, you have also joined the Horde. In the near future, perhaps the number of humans who die by your hand will far exceed this figure."

Kaldara expressed confusion at Malone's tone.

I am not a beast like you... Malone suppressed his rage, roaring in his heart.

"Let her go." Malone squeezed the words through his teeth.

"Let her go?" Kaldara's eyes narrowed slightly. "This is our loot, Death Knight. By orcish custom, we are free to dispose of it as we please."

"I said let her go! Otherwise, I will make you just like him!" Malone pointed at the orc lying on the ground and clenched his fists tightly.

"Kaldara, finish this guy off and throw his corpse outside the camp. No one will ever know." A low growl came from an orc behind Malone.

Malone sensed the breathing behind him becoming increasingly ragged; he knew those orcs could no longer resist the urge to attack him.

Yet, Malone could not turn to face them, for he felt that Kaldara in front of him was the most dangerous threat. If he dared to turn his back on this fellow now, his head would be on the ground the very next second.

Even for a Death Knight, losing one's head meant death; the world of Azeroth had legends of Headless Horsemen, but those were merely Blizzard's Halloween easter eggs.

"Sheathe your weapons." Kaldara studied Malone for a moment, then unexpectedly sheathed his own blade and slung it behind his back.

"What?" Ragged, discordant growls came from behind Malone.

"I never expected a Death Knight to have such interests..." Kaldara said to Malone in a playful tone. "Since you have the inclination now, please, go ahead. We can wait for you a little while; besides, we already had our fill out in the wild."

"Kaldara, how could you..." an orc shouted from behind Malone, "We should hack this guy to pieces, and then..."

"Shut up, you stupid pig," Kaldara barked loudly.

"You saw the punch Talrama took just now. If this Death Knight wanted to run, could you stop him? If not, do you know what that would mean?"

Although Kaldara said this, Malone did not understand his meaning at all; presumably, the orc behind him didn't either. However, Malone noticed that Kaldara held high prestige within this orc squad, for although the others were clamoring and panting, they did not move against him.