"Let me see what happened here," Amos said, as he took hold of the wounded orc's hand and poured mana inside the man.
"Albert, start healing him again," Amos commanded. "If this keeps on going, I might kill him to learn the truth."
Albert snorted.
Oh, so Amos cared about some orc, but not for him?
"Albert, please," Valentius whispered by his side.
The blonde healer finally placed a hand over the orc's chest. Forcing the man's heart and lungs to work. Even as the kidney began to fail.
There was a screen before them. Amos looked on as the people of Rock's Nest came inside their village with orc women and children following them in chains.
He saw as the humans separated the women from the children. Leading the small orcs towards what Amos realized was a butchering sight.
"Well," Amos knew that the humans were the ultimate beasts. But still, most of them had an iron grip on their hatred.
Showed self-control.
