Magic Eye Warlock

In an underground black boxing arena.

Two orcs with a height of 2.5 meters were fighting on the ring, and roars, cheers, and curses from the audience filled the entire venue. Looking at this posture, if it weren't for the protective masks around the ring, the audience would have rushed to the ring to fight in person.

"Black Panther, tear him apart!"

"Tyrannosaurus, press his head into his neck!"

"Ahhh! Hit him hit him!"

"I bet you ten gold coins. If you lose, I won't let you go!"

The two orcs were bare-handed and did not use any weapons, but their punches and kicks were heavy, and the simple cloth around their bodies had been shattered, revealing a strong body with mussed muscles and various scars.

There are bloodstains on the ring, and there are many dark brown spots, which are traces that are difficult to wash away after the blood has been soaked and solidified.

At the moment of the war with the orcs, the orcs could still be seen in this underground black boxing stadium, which shows the great energy of the organizers behind them.

The boxing match ended after the orc named Black Panther ripped off the opponent's head alive. The black panther was completely black, and his stature was leaner than his peers. With his head in his hands, he gestured towards the audience.

With the removal of the protective mask around the ring, the Black Panther threw the Tyrannosaurus' head towards the auditorium. The audience didn't care, but stood up excitedly, trying to snatch the head thrown by the Black Panther. .

Amid the cheers and curses from the audience, Black Panther got off the ring and walked towards the backstage of the contestants.

After the start of the next game, the Black Panther appeared on the field again, and his opponent this time was a human man in his forties.

The atmosphere of the venue was ignited again. Surprisingly, not all the audience supported the human man, but more than half of the audience cheered for the black panther, hoping that he could tear the opposite human to pieces.

In the background, George Maca appeared here with a group of orcs.

"Master!" A middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes shouted respectfully as he half-kneeled to George Maca.

On the surface, the owner of this black boxing venue is an imperial count, but in fact, the real master behind the scenes is George Maca, the second prince of the Maca Empire.

"Take me to the teleportation array!" George Maca, with a somewhat discordant face, ordered.

Then the middle-aged man got up, did not dare to face George Maca's face, and took a group of orcs to the teleportation array deep underground.

It was through the enduring slum slave trade that George Maca took a group of orcs and put on make-up. Coupled with some network resources in his hands, he successfully entered the imperial city as an orc slave.

The relationship between the slums is intricate and complicated. It was jointly controlled by the royal family, the major nobles and some foreign forces a long time ago. The benefits are comparable to the taxation of the empire. After the July coup in Sofia, although the nobles were cleaned up, but There is still no complete control over the slums.

George held a plain yellowed page in his hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

This page is the Book of Prophecy, which George got from the royal treasury. Its function is different from the one in Yan Chong's hand, and it has the ability to sense danger.

Although he used some means to control some of the imperial nobles, it was still not enough insurance. He was well aware of the horrors of defense in the imperial city, but with this book of prophecy, he was much more confident about sneaking into the imperial city.

When Sophia launched the coup, he was warned in advance by the Book of Prophecy, so he made preparations in advance and was not defeated by the other party.

Otherwise, he would have long since become a corpse, buried in the royal cemetery like his eldest brother.

As for today's action, he also tried several plans. The book of prophecy showed different degrees of risk, and his current plan was the least risky, and it was smooth sailing without encountering any obstacles.

Coming to the teleportation array in the underground black boxing arena, George Maca took out a communication card,

Waiting for news from the other side.

After a while, the information came from the card, George glanced at it, and his expression changed.

"Lord George, what's going on?" the orc priest next to him asked.

George Maca's bloodline has changed, he joined the Red Dragon tribe among the five top tribes, and his strength has advanced to the legendary level, so the orcs present are all under his command and respect him.

"The situation has changed. The operation in Xiaguang City failed, and the ten legends lost contact. There are still many guardians stationed in the imperial city." George Maca said with a frown.

"Did someone leak the news?" the orc priest said with some uncertainty.

"The spies from Xiaguang City sent a message that two people in the peace negotiation team of the Maca Empire died and one was seriously injured. The rest of the members were intact, but we didn't see the peace negotiator on our orc side." George shook his head and said.

He's now completely self-identified as an orc.

After waiting for a while, George took out the communication card and dialed a number.

The face of a purple-haired young woman quickly appeared on the card. She said with a smile, "George, long time no see. Should I call you His Royal Highness Second Prince or George Chilong?"

George didn't seem to hear the irony in her words, and said sternly: "I am now a member of the Chilong tribe, I believe in the great god of Chilong, His Excellency the Ninth Prophet, I hope you don't make mistakes again."

"By the way, when will your prophets start? The situation on our side has changed. The guardians of the Maca royal family have not been dispatched in large numbers."

"Your orc alliance is too unsatisfactory, you can't do a small mission?" The Ninth Prophet said with a smile.

"Humph! Those people are just legends that were born, and their abilities are really not great, but we have been hindered here. Presumably your prophets will not be better off. After all, the legends of the Three Houses are not scattered much." George cold voice.

"It's alright, it's good to say it, but it's not up to us in the end? But Sunset City, Setting Sun City, Full Moon City, and Dusk City will all belong to us. If you can decide, we will start it in advance." Ninth said the Prophet.

George said: "Your conditions are too harsh, at most two main cities!"

"Okay, okay, then Moon City and Dusk City!" said the ninth prophet.

After the two discussed it again, the screen on the communication card was turned off.

...

In the secondary plane of the ancient elf tree, in a card-based laboratory.

Alisha felt the surging power in her body, and her face showed satisfaction. Then, she looked at Du Yunshang, who had turned into a white-haired old woman, and said softly with some disgust, "Thank you, my dear sister!"