The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Ron has also grown a lot during this time, and in a short exchange, he has beheaded several orcs.

Moreover, their reaction speed is faster, and they can always dodge attacks from nearby orcs while decapitating enemies.

Shemir and Muses worked together very well. They needed one wolf to distract the orcs before they could launch their attack.

But ever since I took the magic potion last night, which caused my bloodline to revert to its ancestral form and I became a Howling Moon Ice Wolf, I no longer need to go through all that trouble.

Because their physique, strength, and reaction speed have all been greatly improved.

Therefore, they were more adept at dealing with orcs, and in just a short time, the mother and daughter killed several orcs.

At this moment, they could more directly feel the change in their own strength, because they had not experienced actual combat before, and only felt that they had become much stronger.

Now, facing the orcs, I can more directly feel how much my strength has increased.

This greatly excited Shemir and Muses, who were deeply grateful to the man before them.

Because if it were him, the mother and daughter would have died long ago. Now he has bestowed upon them a magic potion, transforming them into Howling Moon Ice Wolves.

This kindness cannot be described in words; it can only be repaid with actions.

It must be said that Muses does resemble his mother quite a bit.

Because they all thought of the same way to repay the men in front of them...

Less than thirty seconds later, more than a dozen orc corpses lay on the ground. The remaining orcs had not expected that these humans and demi-humans were so strong.

Just then, fifty holy knights charged in from both sides.

The orcs were already being pushed back, and with the addition of the Holy Knights, their defeat became even more pronounced. They had no choice but to fight their way back to the cave.

The bolder, more reckless ones are still fighting, while the cowardly and timid ones have long since fled back to their caves.

Because orcs and different races reproduce, their intelligence, personality, and abilities vary greatly.

Some are even larger, almost three meters tall, looking like a small mountain, but they are not very intelligent and only know how to charge forward recklessly.

Some are not very big, but they play a sneaky game, rarely leaving the cave and always hiding near it. Unless the enemy invades, they probably won't leave the cave.

Seeing that the enemy was very fierce, they fled back to the cave.

"Charge in, don't let a single orc escape."

Orcs have a high reproductive rate, and if left unchecked, they could put the logging team in danger.

So even though the remaining dozen or so orcs fled back to the cave, Ron didn't intend to let them go. He and Philia led the knights to charge in.

The cave was damp and dark, with a putrid stench, but it was spacious enough that the team could easily rush in.

Seeing that the enemy was in hot pursuit, the remaining orcs stopped trying to escape.

Even the dumbest of them understands that the enemy behind them will not let any orcs go.

They had no choice but to turn around and start fighting back.

But it didn't work!

They were previously defeated and forced to retreat, and now they are being completely crushed.

In no time at all, they all perished in the cave.

"Continue to go deeper, don't let any orcs escape."

Ron did not stop there, because he was afraid that some orcs might have been missed and he had to eliminate them completely.

Normally, it would be impossible to see clearly once you go deep into the cave, but fortunately, everyone present was a holy knight, and the holy light on each of their longswords illuminated the way forward.

As long as the cave doesn't have any bends, you can see everything clearly.

Just as we were about to reach the end, a low growl came from around the corner ahead, sounding like the cub of some animal.

Upon hearing this, Ron's eyes narrowed, and he continued to delve deeper.

After turning the corner, the scene before them caused everyone present to frown.

This is an underground palace that can accommodate two or three hundred people. There are more than a dozen orcs lying haphazardly on the ground. Some are sleeping, some are fighting, and some are eating what look like human corpses.

In another corner against the wall, there were five or six heavily pregnant female subhumans, and one human.

They lay listlessly in the corner, their faces pale, haggard, and their bodies emaciated, like soulless zombies.

Even when a group of people rushed in and saw the long swords gleaming with golden light, he remained unmoved.

"These little beastmen will have no one to take care of them in the future. Let's send them to see their parents."

Ron was not a very kind person, especially towards these disgusting races; he wouldn't even spare the cubs.

After all, to cut the weeds, you must remove them at the root; leaving them behind is to leave hidden dangers.

"Yes, Lord Lord!"

Upon receiving the order, the knights immediately went forward and slaughtered all the hungry orcs.

Although they are called "little beastmen," some of them are actually over 1.6 meters tall, looking about the same height as an adult.

At first, they didn't know what was happening, but seeing their companions being killed, they prepared to fight back.

But what can these young creatures do? They are destined to be slaughtered.

After killing these little beastmen, the female demi-humans lying in the corner finally reacted; some trembled all over and held their heads, shedding tears.

"Dead, all dead, all dead!"

"Hahaha, those filthy things are finally dead!"

Some were crying, some were laughing, and one was even crawling towards this side;

"Please, kill me! Kill me quickly, kill the beast inside me too!"

She pleaded with Fria and the others in the common language of demi-humans.

Those who witnessed this scene frowned deeply.

Shemel and her daughter Muses gritted their teeth and hugged each other tightly.

His body trembled with anger.

Because they knew that if it hadn't been for Philia and Ron last time, they might have ended up like this.

"it is good."

Fria took a deep breath, nodded, and without any hesitation, saw the pregnant female demi-human in front of her off.

Because she knew that once she became pregnant with an orc's child, there was basically no hope. Even if she had a cesarean section now, strange genes would remain in her body, and she would continue to get pregnant in the future.

Moreover, even if they are rescued, their past experiences and the shadow of being ravaged and abused by orcs will accompany them for the rest of their lives.

A person who is determined to die may save their body, but they cannot save their soul.

Death is the best relief and also a sign of respect for life!

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The remaining demi-human girls were all dealt with by Fria. After being pierced in the heart, they did not show any signs of pain, but instead laughed.

But the smile contained so many emotions that it didn't look like a smile at all.

"Thanks..."

After expressing their gratitude, they died one by one.

Is there anything I can do for you?

The remaining human did not attack directly because Philia could not understand her.

To her surprise, the man actually stepped forward and asked her some questions.

"kill me!"

A young woman in her early twenties opened her pale lips and spoke expressionlessly.

Her pupils were unfocused, her eyes filled with despair, as if she had no attachment to this world whatsoever.

"For example, if possible, could you please take this to number 126, North Street, Winter City, and give it to a man named Mister? Sir, could you please tell him that I have gone to the Southern Continent and will not be returning..."

The girl, whose hands were almost too heavy to lift, handed Ron a pocket watch that she was clutching tightly.

At this point, her emotions seemed to explode, and tears streamed down her desperate eyes...

Chapter 150 Cleaning Up Two Great Orc Lairs! The Thoughts of the Demi-human Girls!

Ron did not refuse the woman's plea and nodded in agreement;

"I will bring this pocket watch to him when I arrive in Winterfell next spring."

Ron is like that; he'll help anyone who doesn't have much to do with his own interests.

Of course, if it would affect him, he would think about it carefully.

"Thank you, thank you."

The woman knelt on the ground and kowtowed in gratitude.

She seemed to have lost her soul before, but now she seems to be much better; at least she still has feelings of sadness and despair.