Tuya looked palely at the orc dying in agony before her, her limbs shaking uncontrollably as her fingers clutched onto the blue-haired orc's hand as if embedding into his flesh.
"Dead... dead..." She murmured, her face one of disbelief.
Harry gave her a mocking look: "Still want to eat? Don't you have another orc by your side?"
The young orc's clear voice entered her ears, snapping Tuya out of the shock from the orc's gruesome death.
Yet this time, she didn't say anything, just pursed her lips and shrank back, hiding behind the blue-haired orc.
Truth be told, it wasn't that she had never seen an orc die before.
On the contrary, as the clan leader's child, with so many slave beasts at home, she had personally tormented several orcs and females to death.
But this orc was different; he could be said to be her future mate, and this was also the first time she had witnessed such a tragic death.
