329 Final crossing

Viewing such a strange situation unfolding, the other two orcs glanced at each other with horrified expressions. One orc grasped his wooden club tighter, while the other prepared to send out a warning call. Still they hesitated for a moment.

The orcs had strict regulations; if they unnecessarily released a warning, they would be beaten up, or would have to endure a rough scolding. Saruman's orcs were a vicious and malicious race, they had many different punishment tools up their sleeves. Finally, they would mercilessly press a glowing branding iron onto the offender.

Writhing in pain and smelling the dense burnt aroma of their own flesh; after the offender awoke, they would realize they had been demoted to a slave ranking, only by labouring non-stop would they regain their freedom.

Due to these various reasons, it determined the tragic fate of the two orcs! They couldn't sense the deep lying danger hidden in the dark, thus they paid the price of their lives!