The sky was lightning and dark, and dull lightning gushed in the dark clouds. The light could not pass through the armor, forming an extremely huge crooked shadow, covering most of the room.

"Who are you?"

Motley looked cold, and the rain that penetrated his hair flowed through his wrinkled forehead, slid down his rough, dry and hard cheeks, and finally gathered at the vicissitudes of chin, falling to the floor, ticking.

"You should be more concerned about the current serious situation than my identity, very... very serious."

Digu's sarcastic and disgusting voice seemed to be a hysterical clown in a circus, making the travelers coming to visit feel strange.

"I originally planned to send you a letter, but I didn't expect you to come back. What is the important day today? Your lover's birthday? Or your child's? Even though it doesn't matter."

"I should thank the unequal treatment of the class, which gave me the opportunity to take advantage of it. I should thank Edward VI for the perfection of the aristocratic system, and of course I should thank the stupidity of the pariah."

"In order to eliminate hidden dangers, all the prisoners came here from the Nord Kingdom. People who are not from Farland Island can only do this job that is relaxed and comfortable and can teach people at any time after identity investigation and sword skills testing. But these poor guys can't go home once in a few years, and even I can't find a relative in Farland Island."

"Oh... the great sun god, fortunately, when I was completely lost, Chief Motley appeared. I can't express my gratitude to you no matter what. For managers like you, the Kingdom will allocate funds to you to rent a house on Farland Island, to settle the family, and to go home regularly. It's so thoughtful!"

"I tell you this to take care of your mood. You don't have to complain like this, ah! Why is it me? Why is it only Motley, I encountered such a thing? No, no, Lord, I didn't pick one person casually. The other jailers are not qualified because of their low status, but you must be you. Lord, you must be, because in all the jailers I have, only your relatives are on this island of Farland. By the way, the meal cooked by your wife is really delicious."

Digu's helmet was slightly lifted up to reveal the ugly gray goblin's mouth. He picked up the chicken legs on the table, licked the skin with his dirty tongue, and then put it in his mouth and chewed it in an extremely disgusting position.

"Where is my wife and children?"

Motley's fist was tightly clumped, and the ferocious blood vessels on the back of his hand burst out. His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"They are in a very safe place, and you don't have to worry at all. Maybe they are already trembling with fear now, but as long as you cooperate, they will be peaceful and lively back."

"The day after tomorrow, I will take a bunch of top magic recovery potions to visit a prisoner. I will use food as a disguise, and what you need help... is also very simple. I just grab this job when checking the supplies, pretend to check it carefully, and then let me in. This little busy! It's so easy!"

"If you don't even help with this little bit of help... giggle giggle giggle..."

"I will throw your lover into the goblins' tribe! And make sure those goblins will become interested in her! I will give your children to the tiger people as slaves! Let your children suck hallucinogens and become free coolies for those lowly tiger people for the rest of their lives!"

Click!

The sound of thunder was deafening. Digu took off his helmet and flashed his ugly goblin's face in the violent lightning.

The disgusting smile, the disgusting face, the evil expression that was almost distorted to the eyelids, and I wish I could use my shoes to stomp his face ten thousand times until I stepped on him into powder.

Goblin...a talking goblin!

How amazing!

But no matter what species Digu is, it doesn't matter to Motley today.

"I kill you!"

Motley stepped over a few steps and came to Digu in a flash. Digu had no time to react.

As a goblin hero, even silver-level adventurers have some difficulty in dealing with it.

Of course, that was a qualified goblin hero, while Digu was just a brute force, had no combat experience at all, did not have any fighting skills, and was just a big guy at the mercy of others.

"You don't worry..."

Dig hasn't finished speaking yet.

Bang!

The fist as fierce as steel hit his cheek, and a huge depression was smashed into pieces, and even the sound of bones could be heard.

The fierceness of this punch directly made Dig spit out a pool of clear water. The extreme pain made him dizzy, as if he was about to die.

Click!

Motley was similar to Digu's height and was about the same size, but his combat power was not the same level at all. He stretched out his strong and powerful arm and strangled Digu's throat with one hand, tightly welded it like a plier. The violent suffocation made Digu's mind swollen, and his gray-green skin became red. Blood burst out from his eyes. His mouth that could not swallow continued to secrete saliva, which flowed wildly along the corner of his mouth. Motley was carried in the air and could not move at all.

"A lowly... a lowly bastard! Are you not afraid... your family... will die?"

Digu was choked and could only make an intermittent sound. He tried to open Motley's hands with both hands, but it was useless.

Motley looked cold and said nothing.

Because Digu was wearing armor, he could not attack other parts.

Bang!

A punch hit Digu in the face.

Bang!

You can hear Digu's teeth breaking and falling on the floor.

Bang!

Digu's mouth was covered with blood, and his saliva kept flowing.

Bang bang bang bang!

Red mortar is rushing.

Bang bang bang bang!

Flesh and bloody.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

As crazy as he was, the stormy fist hit Digu's face without any effort. The already ugly face was beyond recognition. The wrinkled hook nose was beaten crooked, and the bulge piled up with blood squeezed his red eyes into a slit. Digu, whose face was covered in blood, was terrible.

pound……

Motley let go of Digu, and Digu fell to the ground, holding his hands on the floor and coughing wildly, as if he was about to cough out all his internal organs from his bloody mouth.

"ah……"

The severe pain made Digu groan, and the green and yellow toxin pus vomited out of his mouth with blood clots. The painful breathing looked like a dying person who was about to die.

"You can't scare me, tell me where my wife and children are, or I'll kill you right away."

Motley still had that cold look. Because he tried too hard to hit Digu, his own hands had red and swollen wounds and blood.

"Geeh..." Digu laughed softly at first.

"Hahaha..." The laughter became louder and louder.

"Ah hahahaha..."

He smiled distortedly, and his smile was sickly. His deformed face seemed to be stirred with liquid, like a serial killer, like a dismemberment maniac, like an absolute mental patient.

"Kill me! Kill me! Kill me! Kill me with your fist!"

Digu took out a fist-sized gift box from the cloth bag on his waist with a pink ribbon wrapped around his waist. Then he pushed it hard and pushed it to Motley's feet.

Motley was stunned, squatted down, slowly unbuttoned the ribbon, opened the gift box, and exposed the objects in it.

This is a broken finger, still alive, with a silver ring engraved with two lines of names on it.

The lightning flashed in the sky and was buried by black clouds.

The heavy rain washed away, Motley's soul negative film.

boom!

A thunder fell, and Digu stood up with all his strength to support the dining table, his whole body twitching and convulsing due to anger. He roared viciously, his fierce voice like a rabies mad dog that had just been released from the iron cage.

"You are wrong! Motley! You are completely wrong!"

"I am not the ones that derogatory in the mouths of those minstrels! Those heroic and brave stories! Those stupid and compassionate villains!"

"I will not give mercy to the hostages! I will not fulfill my obligation to protect them!"

"I'm not stupid! I'm extremely cunning! I'm not merciful! I'm the most sinister and vicious mess in this world!"

"Kill me! Motley! Kill me! Use a sword to penetrate me! Use a hammer to smash me to pieces! Use a scimitar to chop me into pieces of rotten meat!"

pound!

Digu overturned the hearty dining table full of food, and the crackling food and bone soup were all sprinkled on Motley, who just used his body to block the box with his fingers, fearing that the stains would defile it.

"Do it! Motley! Why don't you do it yet!"

Digu is like a psychopath in plasma movies.

WUE!

Digu vomited all the blood in his mouth on Motley's head, and stomped on Motley's head with his steel boots.

pound!

pound!

pound!

Motley was kicked to death by Digu, but he still said nothing.

"I regret it! I regret it! I suddenly don't want to rob the prison anymore! I suddenly don't expect your help! I want you to ask me! I want you to beg me with the lowest attitude! I beg me to allow you... to help me!"
Chapter completed!