"Kilrog went crazy?"

Orc Army Base Camp.

Ner'ozu looked at the distorted black shadow in front of him with an incredible expression.

"That's right. I made a special trip to take a look. The powerful Blood Cave Clan chief has lost control of his body."

Ner's silence was over.

"I guess, this may be related to the mysterious rituals of the Blood Cave Orcs. I have been to many worlds, no matter which world it is, there are very few and dangerous explorations about the future and destiny."

"The primitive orcs in the blood cave have such secret techniques. It's incredible."

Neozu whispered: "The orcs in the Blood Cave are very long history, and they may even be one of the first orcs to appear. So they occupied the Tanaryan jungle, which was once the best conditions."

"As for their secret technique, which orc created it, history has been so long that it cannot be verified. We have no habit of recording history."

"The power of fate...even the great dark titan cannot be involved. How good can a small orc who touches such power?" The twisted black shadow smiled strangely.

"Kilrog thought he had mastered his destiny, but he didn't know that with this idea, he would be destined to be played with by fate." said Neozu.

"It's useless to examine these things. Ner'ozu, the masters are very dissatisfied with your progress. It's been so long since you came to this world that you haven't even won the first city."

"We can't blame us!" Neozu argued with reason. "This is different from what we said! The first enemy we face is not worse than ours, and they are more resilient!"

"What Lord Kiljadan promised us was to face a weak country and allow us to gain a foothold! The orcs have been united together for too short, and I can't even integrate them intact!"

The twisted black shadow was silent.

"At this point, Lord Kiljadan did not expect the Dark Gate to open here."

"I've explored this entire island, and even visited the enemy's city. It's really not a good situation."

Hear that's what he said.

Neozu breathed a sigh of relief.

What the demon's owner promised was a vast land that allowed orcs to reproduce and survive and strengthen their strength.

The original owners on that land were weak and could not be bullied.

However, when the orcs crossed the gate of darkness, they found that the situation was not as good as they thought.

I just traveled through the world and faced a swamp that was filled with fog that made the orcs feel disgusting.

After finally leaving the swamp and entering the forest, the orcs breathed a sigh of relief.

Although many orcs don’t like forests, the rich Dazaro area is obviously considered a paradise than the disgusting Nazmir.

When the orcs were very happy to invade, they found that the situation was not that simple. The original owners on this land were not low in combat and were very resilient.

It is difficult for the orcs to defeat the natives as they do on Draenor.

I thought it would have a smooth invasion, and it turned into the most annoying war of attrition that the orcs who came across the world had.

Neozu was a little dissatisfied with this.

Kiljadan promised him that the orcs would get a rich land with their original owners very weak.

I never thought that I would encounter the troll, the troll who had the best organizational ability and the most united Zandala troll.

Without considering the factors of demon blood and allies, the orcs will even be hung and beaten by the Zandala trolls.

Faced with Ner's dissatisfaction.

The twisted black shadow laughed strangely again: "It's useless to complain. You know what the masters will do. Warlock, the only thing you can do to the masters' commands is to execute them."

"I know! And I've been doing this!" said Neruzu.

"The failure of the battle in the East will not affect the battlefields on the Western Front and the middle battlefields. The Frost Wolf clan is not strong enough, but they are smart enough. The Thunder clan is barbaric and impulsive, and is very good at dealing with beasts on the Western Front."

"The most powerful and loyal Black Hand and his Black Stone were not at all inferior even when facing the sacrifices of the natives. The message from the Black Hand Chief gave me last time was that he could already see the enemy's walls."

"The failure of the East is the failure of Kilrog, not the failure of the orcs."

"The masters will not be disappointed."

"Ticdios, I hope you play a bigger role with the Olympics."

Neozu said, looking at the twisted black shadow.

"Jie~Jie~"

The twisted black shadow turned out to be the leader of the King of Nasrezm, the fearful demons.

Tikdios smiled strangely.

"Compared with the failure of the orcs and you. Neozu, everything goes very well here. The masters may even reward me for this!"

“I love this job very much in spreading fear and conspiracy in a country that is gradually beginning to decay.”

"Let's wait and see."

The twisted black shadow transformed by Tikdios disappeared.

Leave Naozu.

The young orc leader grinded his two thick fangs, and he looked in a bad mood.

"Annasa!"

Naozu roared at the air.

The succubus's slim body gradually began to emerge.

"My master~" she said charmingly.

"The whole army attacks! Send all the orcs, skeletons and cannon fodder to the battlefield!" Ner's expressionless face said to it.

"Um~" Annasa pondered for a while. "Including those orcs, women and children who just came?"

"All! I'm talking about everything!"

"As you wish, my master."

...

...

choke!

In the temple of Laizan.

In the back hall.

Tonatiu, who was washed up all over, had a strong smell of blood on her body, threw a petite Kadore girl into a cage with a expressionless face.

"You will be waiting here."

He said to her without a look on his face.

"Waiting for the arrival of Vandal Deer Helmet."

"You can't treat me like this! I'm Cardore, I'm Astalia Deer Helmet!" Astalia, who was locked in prison, screamed.

She also wanted to rush up and grabbed Tonatiu's sleeve.

Bang!

The girl Kadore covered her face, slowly retreated with disbelief, and the corners of her mouth slowly bleed.

"Tonatiu!!" Hisalie, who had an anxious expression on her face, screamed. Looking at Astalia who was slapped by the troll king, she was at a loss.

"This is a fight by an orc. It has nothing to do with me. Even if Vandal Deer Helmet comes, that's the case." Tonatiu said coldly.

When Astalia wanted to say something, Tonatiu held the at a loss of Hisalee's hand and took her out of the apex hall with a tough heart.

"I can see that she will live in peace only here." Tonatiu said to the overwhelmed Hisalie. "Your Excellency Yuyue agrees with my approach."

From now on, Lu Ji's granddaughter will be locked in Laizan's temple until Lu Ji comes to pick her up.

The temple is covered by the power of Rezan, and Astalia wants to escape by herself unless she upgrades to a great druid.

For the uneasy Astalia Deer Helmet, Santis Yuyue's current attitude is to live without cutting her arms and legs.

She has this attitude.

Tonatiu, who was already annoyed by naughty children, simply locked her up.

The invisible eyes is pure.

The only thing that is worried about is Hisalie. She has a good relationship with Astalia, and she is also a student of Deer Helmet.

"She will not be abused." Tonatiu assured her.

"I..." The girl Kadore was in a mess and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"She almost killed you," said Tonatiu.

"She didn't mean it..." said Hisalie.

"That's what happened?" Tonatiu said deliberately. "Otherwise, how could he take you to the strongest enemy? If I hadn't just happened to pass, your ending with her would not have been much better."

Hisalie stopped talking.
To be continued...