Orc Tyrant

"Dia brother."

Silas guessed the name, then shook his head.

"His destiny can only be controlled by the Lord. He is not a power you can control."

"But he is intervening in something he doesn't understand. You should know better than anyone else. His grand experiment caused a ripple in the void... We don't care about your country. You know it very well, but this kind of behavior is right. For us, it’s a restricted zone."

"Forbidden zone? It's funny that the word comes out of your mouth."

"It's not difficult to understand. All we care about is that his efforts are stopped and you seize his place."

The invisible voice was like the hiss of a poisonous snake, smooth and persuasive, but Rubitel was unmoved when he saw Silas.

"Put away your set, the dog of the blood god, I remember that you have never been so clever and eloquent. All his own arrangements are made by my lord, and I also have my position. You must remember... I am no longer the one you have investigated. That mortal, I am the masked prince, my real existence is definitely not yours

Take a peek. "

"Ha, I know better than anyone what kind of limitations exist in physical space like yours."

"Put away your tricks. Before I lose my patience, the only task my lord entrusted to me is to destroy the rising wave."

"You only came here for Ouke?"

Silas raised his eyebrows when he heard the words and didn't say anything. Instead, Rubitel beside him was stunned for a few seconds, but he quickly recovered his calm.

But the waves in his heart became more and more turbulent, and he seemed to be touching a secret that shouldn't be touched.

"It's worth it?"

"All blood **** dogs are things that use muscles to replace their brains. Do you understand the great value of this goal? Can you fight against such enemies?"

"The blood **** is the master of all the primitive forces that exist. Guk may be a threat, but when it comes to war, it is by no means a hindrance... When he fights with us, we will disappear quietly, and when he gathers power to deal with other people , We will assault from the shadows, the victory of the blood **** will be peace

The passage of time is as inevitable as the decay of mortals. "

"Everything that hides the entire planet under the vast ocean is also the handwriting of the blood god? Why? Just for a Wendigo?"

"Necessary, you don’t have to test me anymore. You have to know that this darkness also covers the aliens. Perhaps they should be called the eyes of esotericism, so that they don’t know our plan and your plan... They think they think The master of the void, use the void to spy on the enemy, but look

See how easily the Blood God obstructed them? "

"Ha, those Adas? I never take them to heart. They are too arrogant and arrogant, and they will be ruined with pride."

"It's true, but Wendigo is also using them."

"Then I have reason to believe that you are already inevitable for Wendigo?"

"You can think so."

The patriarch of the blood worshiper Sila then sighed,

"So, with your promise, our contract is complete!"

Silas didn't say a word, as if weighing the options before him, and Rubitel could feel the increasing impatience of the opponent.

Finally, Silas spoke again.

"Soon I will set a trap where I will ambush the Kaimon Church forces that have been tracking us. Before that, I still have some things to deal with, and I will deal with it in my own way. I hope you can Assure that Ouke will not interfere with me during this process

. "

Silas turned to look at Rubitel.

"When things on my side are resolved, I will lead my army to join your plan, but until then, your people will experience the flames of Ouke alone, because only in this way can they be cast to point to the heart of the pale tyrant Shiny blade."

The sleek, cold voice of Sila hissed like a violent gasp.

"Yes, I accept, you made the right choice, Masked Prince."

The cold wind carrying the words of the void blew again, more violent than before, and the ancient evil contained in it was like the murder of innocent people.

The icy touch passed through Rubitaire, causing him to take a sharp breath of cold, and then the feeling faded, and the supernatural darkness gradually receded, and the firelight illuminated the room again.

The presence of Sila disappeared, and his departure left a pain in the depths of Rubitel's soul.

Silas also seemed to feel something. He knew that the other party was showing off his strength.

"Is it worth it, Master?"

Rubitaire asked, exhaling a sigh that had been suppressed for a long time. At this time, he had been cooperating, but he was a little emboldened.

"Yes it is."

Silas nodded, looking down at the witch's body.

"worth it."

Then Silas turned around and faced another subordinate who appeared quietly covered in black.

"I hope Ghost Fox knows all this, but I can't contact him directly, so you need to go to his location secretly and tell him that I will contact him when the time comes, and I hope that by then the army will be unified under his leadership. ."

"Yes, master."

"Don't waste time, go."

When the man turned and left, Rubitaire said with a smile:

"We have been waiting for this day for a long time. Ms. Huanyu will be very pleased. The blood worshippers don't understand how great our plan is. When it rises from the ground..."

Silas interrupted the opponent sharply.

"If the blood worship fails and allows Guk's legion to intervene, then all this will be meaningless! Save your celebration until the day Guk's head is cut off."

As the war in the western part of the New World was in full swing, the situation in the eastern part that had stabilized before gradually caused waves...

The War Palace in Beruf is a newly added part of the Sun Palace in Tyre.

He used to hold combat briefings and tactical discussions in the barracks, but now his boys and his banshee entourage feel that he needs to host the meeting on a more spectacular occasion.

Designed by the harpy queen designer, this magnificent room is full of artistic beauty, allowing Beruf to hold meetings in an environment that is more suitable for his identity as a "beast", and put him in a more competitive environment. The other warlord colleagues are in a higher position.

Huge flags hung from both sides of the room, most of which belonged to the various Dalians of the legion, although there were others that were difficult to recognize by non-Ok.

For example, one banner depicts a large dung rising from a sea of ​​blood, and the other is a hairy buttocks flying in the sky during a gray day.

The meaning of these emblems puzzled Camille, but she was no stranger to Oak's strange aesthetics and whimsical ideas.

In her eyes, what is more stalwart than all the whimsical ideas of architectural design is the tall figure sitting high on the bright silver throne.