As the orcs surrounded Neena, Neena looked around, she chuckles. “Even a thousand orcs can’t kill me.” She was still holding Isle firmly under her grip as Isle struggles to free himself.
Anther orc named Friar walked out from a thousand orcs that have surrounded Neena and then spoke with boldness. “You will unhand my Lord.”
Friar is the son-in-law of Isle. He’s the one that led the capture of Saxson village before John and Ruth interfered. He was dressed in a raven cloak just as Isle and around his waist was a steel blade.
“Is someone willing to take me to the one you have captured? If not, I will snap Isle's neck.”
“Release him from your grip and I will bring the mortal to you.”
Friar knows no witch threatens in vain. He didn’t want his father-in-law to die at the hands of witch Nee
