Orc Tyrant

The leaders of Shadow Blade and Blurring Blade were all present, but only half of them were actually in this room.

The gray holographic projection simulacra of four people faintly stood by the table, flashing dim light and white noise from time to time. The war here is very important, but other parts of the empire also need to be suppressed.

One of the projections nodded to Bruce.

The black knight also nodded to him.

"How far are you from here,?"

"Very far, the side of the strait is very restless, I am not sure what the arcanists are playing."

Bruce nodded. He noticed a trace of hesitation in the congressman's plain words, but now is not the time to talk about such things.

The other senior members of the Shadow Palace also greeted him one by one.

"you are late."

Suddenly, someone interjected.

"We have been waiting for you for a long time."

The voice sounded rough as an avalanche.

Silas, the senior commander of the Blurring Blade, Bruce turned to face him, secretly giving up the attempt to show a soothing smile.

The warrior in black armor arched his back and leaned forward in a threatening manner. That was his signature body language.

"I was delayed."

Bruce admitted that he didn't like watching this man for so long at a time. That was one of the things that made most of the Blurring Blade tremble. They couldn't stand other people's gaze like beasts, and especially couldn't stand it for more than one time. Look at each other for two seconds.

Bruce had no intention of irritating him.

In his eyes, the man had become a broken statue: his supposedly calm and handsome face was distorted with scars and an anger, and the pain kept the muscles on his face on the verge of spasms.

So it's easy to understand why everyone else thought Silas always looked like he was about to furious.

In fact, he looked more like a man who was concentrating on the painful battle of epilepsy. Bruce hated this miserable and rude bastard, but he had to admire his incomparable endurance.

Silas turned to look at the others, muttering something silently and contemptuously.

"It's been nine days, does he know what our mission is?"

He roared, facing a silent figure.

Diego, the regent of the empire, did not immediately answer.

He waved Bruce to stand at the table assigned to him, next to his right hand.

The Prince of Shadow is wearing a charcoal-black, layered and lightweight armor, with a strange symbol made of precious stones embedded on the breastplate.

Only he himself knew the meaning of this rune, and his once wide eyes became like the narrow and long pupils of a poisonous snake.

After seeing Bruce's pale and graceful smile, Bruce couldn't help wondering what secrets the warlocks had revealed to the imperial regent in recent times.

Maybe he has to find time to ask.

Bruce moved and stood in the place left for him between Diego and Nutans.

The shadow prince stood at the chief office of the long table, and the chief nightblade Nutans was wearing his bright armor, standing in place with an inadvertent expression of indifference, and his hand never left the weapon more than a palm.

"black Knight."

Nutans greeted him in a low voice, and Bruce nodded to him, but said nothing.

His black eyes swept across other people, looking for the source of that uncomfortable feeling...

"it is good."

Diego grinned.

"Finally, it's all here."

Everyone focused their attention on the shadow prince, except for Bruce, while the other party continued to speak, the black knight's gaze was also searching for something.

"How is the situation on the trust council."

"Some changes, but there is no obvious sign of attack."

The colorless holographic image still did not turn around under the cover of his helmet, and the projected sound hardly contains any noise, and hardly contains any emotion.

"I heard that they beat up the arrogant arrogance of the Citizen Temple quite miserably."

Silas narrowed his eyes, as if trying to remember, and after a moment, he nodded.

"Yes, they shouldn't have the strength to make trouble."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Diego raised his heroic face from the dim red glow of his neck armor, and smiled at everyone.

"Everything needs to be careful."

Bruce also nodded, but he didn't seem to be agreeing, he didn't seem to care, and in the end he just shrugged his shoulders.

After being silent for a while, Diego spoke again.

"We all know what price we will pay for the upcoming battle, and our destiny is determined by the outcome of the battle, in Tyre, here."

As he said, Diego opened his palm and gestured to the collaborator in the bat wings armor. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the actions made by the Shadow Prince were still a bit threatening.

"I hope your price is worth it, Diego."

Bruce was still watching the last silent figure, and after he moved his gaze away from Nutans, his gaze never left that figure.

"Bruce?"

The Shadow Prince was almost roaring now.

"I'm getting more and more tired of you not being able to stick to the plan you have made."

There was a low laugh, which sounded like a vulture hiss, but no one was laughing.

Bruce slowly and slowly opened his arms, and huge claws protruded from his arm armor. When he exposed his weapon in front of all the people, his eyes were fixed on one of them, indescribable. The coldness of frost made the armor of all those who came in person covered with a layer of frost, and everyone present felt a deeper and deeper chill.

Afterwards, the black knight squeezed a curse and malicious whisper from his mouth.

"You...you are not human."

That was Yalid, the senior commander of the Blurring Blade, but he was laughing endlessly, his mouth was almost exaggerated, and his pale skin was covered with a nauseating deep purple, speaking in Bruce. Before, almost no one paid attention to him.

"Black Knight, you are—"

Bruce took the shot before everyone else knew what was going on.

Arid almost didn't even have time to breathe, he instinctively reached out for his weapon, trying to withstand the attack on him.

The black knight whip directly on the opponent's body, and the loud bell-ring sound reverberates in the war council room. Arid instantly slammed into the wall behind him, and then slumped on the ground.

"Black Knight! What are you going crazy!"

Others quickly approached him, weapons in their hands.

The holographic images of the other four participants who were not present were vaguely reflected on everyone's armor, as if they were oiled.

"You idiots."

He warned those who were still approaching him.

"Listen to me, that guy, that thing, it's not Yalid anymore!"