In the middle of the night, Samro woke up in a daze.

The night wind brought a little dampness to my face.

The night in the desert is like this. During the day it is a roasting furnace, and at night it is a cold ice cave.

"hiss--"

Samro bared his teeth and felt a dull pain in his head.

He reached out and touched the back of his head, his hands were sticky.

When I took it in front of me, I saw that it was my own blood that had not yet dried up.

"Oops!"

Samro secretly said something bad and quickly checked himself.

The clothes are well worn and the package in my arms is still there.

Samro touched it through the animal skin, and felt the touch of hard objects and parchment rolls inside.

"Fortunately, they are all still there."

He breathed a sigh of relief and had time to check his surroundings.

There is a tall weathered rock next to it, a few cacti are shadowy in the night, and there are a few small stones scattered at the feet.

One of the pieces was the size of an adult's fist, with some blood stains on the tip.

Samro picked up the stone and looked at it carefully, then glanced at the weathered rock next to it, and an idea flashed in his mind.

"Could it be that a rock blown down by the wind just hit me in the head?"

Although this speculation is outrageous, it seems very reasonable at this time.

After all, only stones will not ink the things on his body, nor touch his clothes.

In addition, Samro could not imagine that anyone would rob a big man like him at night.

For such a thing, Samro secretly said that he was unlucky and could only admit that he was unlucky.

"Time is running out. I have to return after delivering the things."

Samro muttered, not bothering to bandage the back of his head, activated Wind Step and disappeared into the dusk.

Noon the next day.

Samuro successfully arrived at the Orc King's Court.

He knelt on one knee in the center of the king's tent and presented the package to the Beast King.

"Your Majesty, fortunately, we have found the Tears of Poseidon, and Commander Pat has also discovered some new information, which has been recorded in the parchment."

"Not bad!" A rare smile appeared on the serious face of the Beast King Kurkol.

He gave orders to the left and right, ordering them to bring water and food to Samro.

Anyone can see that Samuro used the Wind Step to run back all the way.

One can imagine the hardships along the way.

However, the moment he opened the package, the smile on his face gradually solidified as if it were petrified.

The corners of his mouth twitched crazily, and his murderous eyes fell on Samuro, who was eating and drinking, and the fire and anger in him were gradually accumulating like the rising tide.

"Samuro!!!!!"

Finally, Korkel couldn't hold back his roar.

The dozing orc priests standing on both sides were so frightened that they almost peed because of the roar.

"Is this the Poseidon's Tears you found? A piece of broken stone?!"

Kurkel cursed loudly, picked up the wrapped stone and threw it at Samuro who was eating.

The key is that before it hits, the stone flies out of the king's tent and pierces the body of a desert flying dragon.

The desert flying dragon only had time to cry out before falling to the ground and dying.

"This, this...Your Majesty..." Samro hesitated.

He also noticed that what the Beast King threw just now was just an ordinary stone.

When was Tears of the Poseidon dropped?

Samro suddenly remembered the time when he was unconscious last night.

This made him unable to help but angrily slapped himself twice.

Why didn't you open it and check it at that time?

But even if he opened it and checked it, it would probably be meaningless. Where could he find it in the vast desert?

"Your Majesty, I was attacked last night. It was probably at that time that the Tears of the Poseidon were stolen..." Samro knelt on the ground and cried through gritted teeth: "It must be those people from the Southern Continent.

People did it, and the people of Kalunkaya stole the Tears of Poseidon. They must have had some use for the Tears of Poseidon, so they took the opportunity to steal it a second time! Ah! Despicable foreigners!"

Korkle frowned.

He really wanted to kill Samuro, but he was very sensible.

Samuro is extremely talented and has great potential to become the leader of the orcs.

The act of directly executing someone for making a mistake is self-mutilation, and orcs don't have that many hands and feet to amputate.

He said nothing, letting Samro kneel on the ground crying and reflecting. The other orcs around him were also as silent as a chill.

Everyone knows that the Beast King is in a very bad mood right now.

Korkle picked up the parchment roll in the package and looked at it carefully.

It's in Pater's name, so there's no problem with that.

[...Your Majesty, the Tears of the Poseidon have been found and sent back. It was finally determined that the thief of the Tears of the Poseidon came from Kalunkaya in the southern continent, and people from this country are still launching an invasion plan against the Winter Empire.

, I heard that the countries in the Southern Continent have never given up their ambitions for the Northern Continent, so you must be careful...]

After reading the parchment scrolls.

Korkle's frown deepened.

He didn't believe that Kalenkaya was messing with them orcs.

But it was Pat who said this.

That is a mature and steady orc.

Besides, various things cannot come out of nowhere.

Now that Poseidon's Tears have been lost again, it is very obvious that the other party deliberately steals Poseidon's Tears.

Korkle took a deep breath and glanced at the fox-faced priest beside him.

The fox-faced priest walked to Samuro's side knowingly and gently touched the top of Samuro's head.

"Your Majesty, Samro did not lie."

Korkel nodded after hearing this. He leaned tiredly on the animal leather seat. The anger in his eyes gradually disappeared, but it was like a dull volcano, brewing more terrifying anger.

"Southern Continent, Kalunkaya... damn it!"

After a long while, he slapped the table viciously.

"Take this stupid orc and put him in solitary confinement for a year! What's the use if he can't do a small thing well!?"

This is already a light punishment, and the orcs around him know this very well.

But this does not mean that the Beast King's anger has dissipated. They will all be cautious in their words and deeds in the next month.

"Sir Hartle, can you still use an illusion to look back?" Kurkler asked.

The fox-faced priest shook his head regretfully.

The cost of using the illusion backtracking is very high, and there is no way to use it a second time in a short period of time.

If they could be used at will, the orcs would have been invincible long ago by relying on illusions to trace back information.

"Can't? Okay."

Korkle clasped his hands together and sighed.

The queen's condition can no longer be delayed.

Now that Poseidon's Tears were lost again, he could only start a backup plan.

Since the Tears of Poseidon were stolen by Kalunkaya’s people.
Chapter completed!