Chapter 62 (2/2)

”It's new here, so it's your turn, Sally.”

The mage turned around, bent down, put the big black gun into the green little Lori's hand, his big hand, grabbed the little Lori's hand, and gently helped her hold the big black gun bit by bit.

When the mage came to her daughter's birth, he kindly helped Sally adjust the shooting angle and said in her ear: ”You are not allowed to close your eyes. As a human, especially the descendant of people on earth, your mission is to kill any species that are not human, such as big lizards flying in the sky, green skins climbing on the ground, and elves jumping in the woods. For the continuation of your population, you have no right to let them live. Pull the trigger, kill it and continue our great group 2 Million years of glorious tradition, discover, find, kill, devour, any and all living species on the earth. In this way, I reluctantly admit that you are my dear daughter. ”

The master's breath gently blew on her daughter's face.

Suck, suck

Sally sobbed and remained silent, resisting her cruel father in this way.

The mage quietly watched her daughter's side face like a forest goblin. He watched her struggle, hesitation, fear and confusion. All kinds of expressions were entangled on her little face.

The mage knew that she was struggling with ideas. She was very smart, even too smart. Because of this, he had to force her.

At an age when human children can only play with mud, Sally has passed the knowledge test in junior high school and learned five languages. The mage observed her and even found that she created a simple text, mixed with Arabic numerals with various image symbols, recording little secrets that no one knows.

She was so young that she had understood the meaning of the blood group and herself. The mage was wary of her talents. She did not dare to contact the outside world, so she subdued the barbarians and asked her to manage the orc captives.

Subconsciously, Sally chose the most powerful way. On the first day, she beat all the orcs in the way of orcs. In her small body, there was far more violent power than those ordinary orcs.

She also subdues the orc's heart in a human way, perhaps only subconsciously, but she is conniving at the goblins to bully the orc, and then comes out at the most critical time.

She took over all the food, all the warm things, and used them to control and instruct the orcs to listen to her. Yes, they were unintentional and natural. Because of this, the mage and her father had to force her to choose one side.

Only when her hands were soaked with the painstaking blood of those green skins could she close a door and lock it in her heart.

Only let her bear the hatred of the orc community, she can't get close to these green skins.

Sally's young finger touched the trigger several times and released it. She knew that she had no choice but to become a real, frightening, powerful and cruel ”earthman” from her father.

Or become a weak, helpless and cowardly ORC.

Sally watched closely as her father was sentenced to death and slaughtered. It was an old ORC.

The old beast's heart felt something, and slowly raised his old face. The blood flowing from his forehead dyed his face red, just like the evil ghost of hell.

But its eyes are so calm, no joy and no sorrow, just like looking down on life and death in the world.

It stared at Sally, with the wisdom in its eyes, as if it was transmitting a belief and invisible advice to Sally.

Sally seemed to receive its faith. Her flustered eyes returned to calm and looked at the old ORC.

The old Orc pulled out an ugly smile and made a silent roar.

Snap

Sally finally pulled the trigger. She stared at the old Orc and wanted to imprint this scene in her memory forever.

Steel bullets flew out of the muzzle with two layers of air waves

Blood and meat splashed, and the old Orc watching Sally calmly welcomed his death.

His forehead was attached to his skull, and his brain was blown away by a bullet.

Its body fell to the ground, bounced, and a lot of blood flowed from the wound.

All the orcs who were forced to bow their heads around raised their heads one after another in the dark. One by one, the orcs straightened up, knelt down, bent their waist, and were silent like statues. They wrote down this scene forever.

The goblins shot at these rebellious orcs with guns. However, the orcs lost their pain. They didn't care about the hail of bullets and the flying flesh and blood. They seemed to have no pain. Even if they were knocked down by bullets, they still raised their bodies silently and watched the scene.

The little green girl with dark green long hair and white tights had a low head. She stretched out her small hands and clenched the weapon that killed the old orcs. She stood there silent and lonely.

This young figure is so lonely and helpless.