"Dear little female, where are you going?" The orc's voice was incredibly frivolous.
This time, Namila finally noticed something was wrong. The orcs, who had been very enthusiastic towards her just moments ago, now had a gleam in their eyes that sent a chill down her spine.
She was all too familiar with that look. On many previous nights when she had been with her companions, they had the same gleam in their eyes.
This realization made her heart jump to her throat, "What are you going to do?"
Hearing her question, the surrounding orcs all let out menacing laughs.
The older orc bent down to look at the very attractive female, "This is where the Armored Crocodile Tribe exiles guilty orcs, and you..."
A fiery gleam appeared in the orc's eyes, "are a public female given to us by Ola!"
Namila's face turned pale instantly. She opened her eyes wide, hardly able to believe what she had just heard.
But the expressions on the surrounding orcs forced her to believe it.
