Chapter 1471

Perhaps it was a contempt from the bottom of its heart.

Contempt for humans.

So even after being captured, it was hard to submit.

Werewolves… very good.

Zhao Chi said coldly: "Good, good, good. You four, I've remembered you."

Zhao Chi asked the three werewolf heroes beside him who hadn't spoken: "Why aren't you three saying anything? You can speak too."

The remaining three werewolf heroes clearly understood the situation better and didn't say anything excessive.

But those four werewolves were clearly unhappy and began cursing those three werewolves again.

Zhao Chi said with a smile: "Fine, you four brave warriors are really something. I'll give you a chance to give a proper speech in front of thousands of werewolves."

Zhao Chi said to the female soldier guarding nearby: "Bring Gu Qing and Zhuang Ya here."

"Yes, my lord."

Soon, Gu Qing and Zhuang Ya hurried over.

"What is it, my lord?" Gu Qing asked softly.

Before Zhao Chi could explain, those four werewolves started spewing filth from their mouths again.

Zhuang Ya said with a smile: "I understand, Zhao Chi. How do you want to deal with them?"

Zhao Chi asked: "Are the werewolf prisoners quiet? What's the situation now?"

Zhuang Ya said: "Not quiet. Right at the moment of capture they were fine—maybe they were scared then, morale low. But now their morale seems to have recovered, and they're already restless and agitated."

Zhao Chi nodded and said: "Understood. Drag these four to the middle of the werewolf prisoners. You two coordinate and let them put on a proper show of what 'miserable' means. Don't let them die—let them enjoy your methods properly."

Zhuang Ya said with a smile: "Alright, this I'm good at. I guarantee the mission will be completed."

Gu Qing said: "Understood, my lord. Don't be angry—werewolves have no human morality to speak of. Just treat it as them farting."

Zhao Chi nodded: "Good, I'll leave it to you two."

Zhuang Ya asked: "Just those four? What about those three?"

Those three werewolves, at Zhuang Ya's pointing finger, were all somewhat fearful.

It seemed werewolves also had their differences.

Zhao Chi said: "Those three are fine for now. Let them off temporarily."

Zhuang Ya said with a smile: "Understood."

Soon, the four werewolf heroes were dragged to the middle of the werewolf prisoners.

They really did seem to have gotten their chance to speak—loudly praising the superiority of the werewolf race and cursing the surrounding female soldiers.

This time Zhuang Ya didn't use flames.

Instead, she took out a few small iron awls covered in salt.

As thick as a little finger, ten centimeters long.

Originally used by Gu Qing for executions, now that Zhuang Ya was here, these torture tools were given to her.

A flame spurted from her hand, heating the iron awls red-hot, then coating them with salt grains.

She drove one viciously into the werewolf who was yelling the loudest.

The red-hot iron awl drilled straight into the space between his ribs.

A smell of burning rose, accompanied by a sizzling sound.

The werewolf grunted.

Gritting his teeth, his face showing contempt.

He was about to say something more, but suddenly his face changed.

Perhaps he really was tough.

But under Zhuang Ya's +300% pain amplification, what toughness could there possibly be?

Even Zhao Chi with his 10 Constitution could be quickly softened by her.

"Ugh… aaaaargh!!"

"Aaaaaaargh!!"

A huge scream rang out.

His body was bound tight with ropes and Gu Qing's silk, unable to move at all. He could only writhe violently on the spot, like a giant maggot.

"Aaaaaaaaargh!"

The intercostal area was already one of the most painful spots on the body; add the high-temperature iron awl and the doubled pain of salt, and the sensation was pure agony.

And it was a continuous, specific agony.

Now with Zhuang Ya's additional 3x pain on top, that werewolf had long forgotten who he was.

Struggling violently, trembling all over, screaming nonstop, urine flowing freely.

Like Zhuang Ya on the bed every night.

But their feelings were worlds apart—one at the peak of heaven, one at the fiery bottom of hell.

The remaining three werewolf heroes stopped yelling.

The surrounding werewolves also stopped yelling.

Every eye turned to look.

Staring in astonishment at the werewolf who had fainted from the pain.

Zhuang Ya walked over and heated another iron awl red-hot.

She said to all the werewolves present: "Trying to escape punishment by fainting—that won't work. This is what happens when you don't obey. He's the first; you three heroes are the second; anyone else who causes trouble will be the third!"

Having said that, she drove another awl in.

"Aooooo—!"

The fainted werewolf was woken up by the pain.

His body thrashed violently again.

"Pull it out, it hurts too much, have mercy on me! Aaaaah, aoooo—!!"

Zhuang Ya heated up another iron awl red-hot.

"Begging for mercy? Too late! You should have thought about the consequences before you caused trouble! Otherwise, this is what you get!"

"Don't! Don't, don't, don't! Please, I beg you, stop stabbing me!"

The werewolf howled and cried as he dodged.

But his body was tightly bound by ropes and Gu Qing's silk, leaving him no room to dodge at all.

Zhuang Ya smiled and said: "Didn't you werewolves say you're some kind of superior race? Didn't you say every one of you is a brave, tough man? Didn't you say human women are all your playthings and food? So why are you begging for mercy? There are ten awls in total, and we've only done two. You still have plenty of time to enjoy it."

"Ten? Ten? Ten awls?"

The werewolf instantly broke down.

The three werewolf heroes beside him watched, trembling all over, and had already dropped to their knees, begging for mercy nonstop.

Killing the chicken to scare the monkey — sometimes that works pretty well too.

Zhuang Ya smiled and said: "Good, you're the first one among the three to kneel, so I'll give you three awls. You're the second, so five awls. You came last, but you also know to beg for mercy, so I'll give you eight awls."

The first two werewolves immediately cried out loud thanks, while the one getting eight awls was still begging for mercy.

Zhuang Ya said: "Depends on your performance — let me finish this werewolf's ten awls first. He's the loudest screamer, so he can bear the consequences properly. Here we go!"

The third awl went in, and the werewolf's throat was already hoarse from screaming.

After wailing for a moment, he fainted again.

Zhuang Ya smiled and said: "That's not bad — fainting does speed up the execution, but that kind of behavior is trying to escape, so I'll add two more awls for him, twelve in total. Remember this when you're carrying out your sentences — you have to accept the punishment in full."

The whole place fell dead silent.

What kind of crazy woman is this?

And she actually said it with a smile from the heart?

The werewolves all looked at each other, not daring to make a sound.

Zhuang Ya said: "That werewolf just glared at me — drag him up, it's his turn soon."

"Yes."

Two female soldiers walked over and grabbed the rope on one werewolf.

That werewolf immediately wet himself in terror: "Me? I didn't! When did I glare at you? I really didn't, please have mercy on me, I won't dare anymore."

The remaining werewolves, hearing this, didn't even dare to look at Zhuang Ya.

All of them hung their heads in terror.