Orc Tyrant

The planner's hands trembled, but he wasn't sure what kind of emotion was at work.

The mission failed. This was definitely not in the plan. Although he and the people in the team were not united, the power he served was consistent with those of mortals.

Guk must die!

However, the steps that have been accurately calculated have gone wrong. What is the problem? Who will be a traitor?

He shook his head, this is definitely not the time to be lost.

The ties that once held him together with others have long since broken, and it makes no sense to stay there.

His hand slipped under the travel robe, and he touched the communicator hidden in the dark pocket of the white coat. With this, he could find the person, and then left here safely.

The planner wondered if he would turn his face away if he met other people in the squad.

This tight moment came to an abrupt end, because a figure appeared at the entrance of the cave in the dust of the sky, walking towards the foot of the mountain.

He recognized the steady pace of the opponent. There was a dark-skinned man beside him, his long gray hair was pulled behind his head by the wind, and he danced like a chaotic viper.

The newcomer didn't wear a mask or goggles, obviously he didn't care about the scorching sand around him.

"Who is this?" Sinop asked.

"A... new partner, you just call him Zaraxia."

Glakas replied loudly, with a smile on his face, while the man bowed deeply.

"You must be Mr. Astisino, the messenger of the Holy Church."

His voice is low and steady.

"My lord will be very pleased to hear that you are safe and sound. We have already made the worst plans since we learned of the situation."

"Hannibal... sent you here?"

The planner looked surprised.

"of course."

Glacas nodded, and he stretched out his hand, showing a heavy gold ring studded with emeralds in his palm—this is a signet ring.

"He gave this to me to show that I was exercising his power."

The planner took the signet ring and opposed it to a similar ring in his hand.

"This is real,"

He said, as if he couldn't believe it.

At this time, Zaraxia suddenly gasped and made a sound similar to retching. He felt a strange and greasy tremor in the air, similar to static electricity, but for some reason it appeared colder.

"It seems to have come."

"what?"

Hearing Zaraxia's whispers, the planner was a little uneasy. The sudden appearance of these two people was quite unexpected, because the two sides agreed that they should meet in another place, but now it seems that a third person will appear.

"What are you planning? This is not a plan—"

"Messenger, please don't panic, it's nothing."

The planner was still very vigilant, he sensed something was wrong.

"This is not the place to talk, I think we have to leave first."

"no problem,"

But he felt that something was still wrong.

"Why did the plan fail?"

The wizard blurted out the question that was gradually forming in his mind.

Glacas smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Who can guess God's will? I am here now because he wants it to be."

The planner's eyes grew colder.

"who are you?"

When he bypassed Gracas and saw a trembling figure appearing at the entrance of the hidden spot, his expression immediately became rock-hard.

"How come there is Ok?"

He repeated, this time it became a questioning.

Zaraxia turned around and let out a terrible scream, which made the blood of the planner freeze.

The man's face was full of blood, and scarlet tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.

With blood in his eyes, he raised his arms, and an out-of-thin polar cold current spread out with Zaraxia as the center of the circle, pushing back the hot wind and sand.

Everyone felt the icy impact, everyone staggered back off guard—except for the faltering Ok at the entrance.

"Enchanter."

That Ok's expression was distorted into a hateful fury.

"You shouldn't be here!"

The sand dunes under Zara's feet were gradually covered with a layer of frost, but all his attention was on the face that decomposed and bloomed like some kind of flesh and blood instrument, and only two of them were burning viciously hidden under this skin. Malicious dark eyes and a huge circular mouth full of sharp teeth.

"Guk! Where is it! I know it is near here!"

The anger exploded like a supernova, and the soul drinker allowed it to fill his heart.

Anger and frustration boiled uncontrollably-this **** task never went according to plan.

At any stage, he seems to have to face endless difficulties, being tested by the indifferent and ruthless world around him, and even ridiculed.

Now, when he arrived here after a long journey, there are more superstitious fools and brainless beasts to prevent him from achieving his goal.

He knew it was here, he could perceive that the real target was nearby, and they were trying to stop him.

The soul drinker wanted to do things cleanly.

Get in the Okri, get close to the opponent, behead the target, pull away, try to avoid killing and wasting time.

However, fate obviously had other plans, and the begging soul had become restless.

The killing at the lookout was just a warm-up. It wants to have a good time, something deeper is changing its inside, turning it from a mechanical and calm killer to a bloodthirsty and impulsive warrior.

That **** green skin—

There was a curse, and an angry roar was responded deep in his heart. Just suppressing that **** had already made him exhausted.

In any case, he has no choice, and if he wants to be honest, he is not so angry about the progress of the situation.

All his mind was focused on the task, so that he hadn't noticed the dark existence lingering on the edge of his thoughts until he completely shifted his attention.

Who could have expected that a rare and disgusting creature like an enchanter would actually show up here? Is it some kind of defensive measure by Ouke?

It is not important, he will kill it.

Although it is difficult to see through the eyes of a mortal, in an instant, the cold negative energy aura of the enchanter was intertwined with the frenzied nature of the soul drinker, and it was exposed to the phantom that binds it to the subspace psychic wave. link.

Before long, he realized that this encounter was not accidental.

"This is... the soul drinker of the Trust Council! How could he appear here!"

Feeling a certain pull from the soul, the planner backed away again and again. He was shocked by the nature of this creature and sweated all over. He has only learned about this kind of wizard-killer in the album and rumors. It is said that only once in a thousand battles. , This kind of weapon that is completely unsolvable for wizards.

Many famous great witches have fallen under the fangs and claws of this assassin, but he never expected that he would encounter one in person.

"Damn it! Did you get him!"

Facing the planner's screaming duty, Grakas also shook his head, slowly moving away from this dangerous creature.

"No, he was attracted by another thing."