The high-level warlock of the Dragon Throat clan, Necruz Skull Brokener, is staying alone in his room.

The low stone house in the center of the dwarf city of Grembato is in a bad light, with only the braziers set up around burning, and the flames are beating with a snap of peeling, making the house look extremely quiet.

Necross was holding a golden disc in his hand.

It is like a large pendant, or a smooth and exquisite magical jewelry. It is held by the orc's hands and will bring colorful rainbow light into the reflection of the fire.

The color of the light will change, but no matter from which angle it looks so perfect.

The high-level warlock with thin appearance and aura was fascinated by the artifact in his hand. He wrapped the chain of the artifact pendant called the dragon soul in his hand around his wrist.

After round, I wish I could lock it in my hands forever with a lock.

He was also holding a luxurious and beautiful silk cloth in his hand, carefully wiping his beloved artifact, muttering to himself while wiping.

But Necross has been quite irritable recently.

After he obtained the Dragon Soul and enslaved the Red Dragon Queen with it, he was always suspicious. This symptom made the orcs of the Dragon Throat clan suffer.

The worst thing is that since the group of black dragons fled to this city not long ago, the situation of Necross's "always have troublemakers who want to harm me" has become more and more serious.

He looked at everyone around him and felt as if they had a conspiracy against him.

For example, this morning, the Dragon Throat Warrior who helped him guard the gate looked at him a few more times while having a meal...

That guy didn't have this habit before!

Could it be that this guy was bribed by the group of cunning and uneasy black dragons? He was looking for an opportunity to murder him so that he could present the soul of the dragon in his hand to his master of the black dragon?

Very likely!

The orc warlock who was wiping the treasure grinned, and a trace of ferociousness and resentment appeared on his thin face. He made up his attention and found a reason to kill that guy in a while.

If you are unfaithful, you will die!

Necross' suspicion is not groundless either.

After all, since the group of black dragons fled from northern border to Grimbato City, various strange things have emerged one after another, and many orcs they are familiar with have disappeared.

There is a rumor that they were recruited by the "orthodox tribe" of Red Black Hand.

But Necross doesn't believe this statement.

The reason is very simple. As a high-level warlock, he followed the Dark Chief through the Dark Gate. He knew best what that little boy Red was.

He is praised for his ambition and talent!

He learned from Orgrim to create an orthodox tribe, but with Red's ability, the orcs were just suffering with him, and probably wouldn't even be able to eat enough.

The orcs there were too late to escape, so how could they take the initiative to recruit Red?

snort.

Those missing guys must have been murdered by the Black Dragons with conspiracy!

For example, the old chief, the cunning Zulushid, has not shown up recently. The guards around him say that Chief Zulushid is thinking about the future of the Dragon Throat Clan alone.

But Necross doesn't believe this statement either.

Zulushid must have been assassinated by the black dragon. Those evil guys with conspiracies flowing in their blood vessels are planning to eliminate the people who resisted them from the clan one by one.

I am the next one.

Eliminate yourself, the puppet chiefs supported by the black dragons can legitimately control the Dragon Throat clan and the twenty dragons they tamed.

Most importantly, they can thus take over their artifact, the Dragon Soul, to control the Red Dragon Queen who was imprisoned in the large cave below the city of Grimbato.

Although the powerful demigod dragon, although she has been resisting the manipulation of the dragon soul, she has always been unwilling to serve the great cause of the Dragon Throat clan, as long as she is here, it is a powerful deterrent in itself.

Necross stopped wiping the dragon soul.

He stood up and carefully hung the artifact around his neck.

"my darling..."

The advanced sorcerer said with emotion.

Then, his posture became colder. He would think from the perspective of others. If he were the black dragons driven away by humans, he would do his best to seize the dragon's soul to strengthen his power.

After all, the dragon soul is useless to the black dragon, but it is simply a natural enemy to other dragons.

With this thing in hand, the Black Dragon Legion will rise soon.

"It's not that simple, don't you think about snatching it from me!"

Necros grabbed his keel staff, and then picked up a cup of sticky, weird liquid with a fishy smell from the side, raised his head and drank it in one sip.

This is dragon blood!

The dragon blood from the red dragon is full of vitality.

The orcs of the Dragon Throat Clan can live for so long without being tortured to death by cursing in the cursed city of Grimbato, which is entirely due to these dragon blood "suspended their lives".

These liquids can also effectively dispel the magical diseases in their bodies, so that they will not become as weak as other orcs.

It is precisely because the Dragon-throated clan maintains its strong combat power and their ability to control the dragon that they can survive until now in the wetland, a place that is regarded as a back garden by the bronze-bearded dwarves, under the long-term siege and attack of the dwarves.

For these orcs, the red dragon they tamed was not just war weapons.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Necros wiped the dragon blood from the corner of his mouth, and touched the dragon soul on his chest. He whispered:

"Come on, you black dragons with the wrecked dogs, my red dragons and I are waiting for your challenge! The Dragon-throating clan will tame you, just like we tame the proud red dragon.

Hahaha.”

He let out a series of cold laughter and walked out of his room with a keel stick.

Then there was a noise. The orc guard guard at the door of his room was blown away by Necros's magic, and then he was knocked out by a ball of shadow rage. He was dragged by a high-level sorcerer with chains and walked downwards towards the dragon's nest.

Today, those young dragons with teething are "good luck".

This was how the advanced warlock thought.

He may not have noticed that since his "persecution paranoia" became more and more serious, the number of orcs willing to follow him has become smaller and smaller.

He had just knocked his last loyalist out with his own hands.

But Necross doesn't actually care about this.

He is a warlock who can control the powerful red dragon. With the help of the dragon, who needs a group of disloyal orc guards?

If it weren't for his loyalty to the Dragon Throat Clan, he would have taken his red dragon away from this ghost place to seize the next fertile land and establish his own clan.

"Um?"

Necross thought about his own affairs and said to himself indignantly.

He dragged the unconscious orc down the city stairs of Grimbato. When he entered a tunnel dug by a dwarf in the dragon's nest hundreds of years ago, even the high-level warlock who was already obviously mentally abnormal, he realized that the situation was not right.

Too quiet!

The surroundings are much quieter than usual, and the orcs standing guard are gone. Since the lazy guy was thrown to feed the dragon by the angry Necross last time, the remaining orcs have no courage to get away.

Something must have happened!

The advanced warlock reacted very quickly and grabbed the dragon soul on his chest. The powerful energy flowing in this artifact made him feel at ease.

As long as you hold this powerful artifact in your hand, he will not be afraid of any enemy you come!

"come out!"

The Dragon-throat warlock roared at the terrible tunnel, but only the quiet area responded to him. He could even hear the sound of water falling on the rocks deep in the tunnel.

"You cowards!"

Necross, who was mentally unstable, roared forward, waved his keel staff, summoned a large rain of scorching flames in front of him, covering the middle of the tunnel.

He was trying to force out the hidden assassin in this way.

But the other party is obviously very skilled.

As time passed by, Necros did not wait for reinforcements at all, and the dragon-throated orcs above knew nothing about what was happening below.

This made Necross more impatient.

He began to throw out large groups of shadow power from all directions, creating a range of shadow wrath to try to stun the hiding opponent, and then used his warlock magic to summon a group of ghosts running around.

But it's useless!

He was facing a ghost.

The latter obviously knows how to use psychological pressure tactics. He hides leisurely in the darkness, waiting for Necross to defeat himself.

This sad orc had been manipulated by the evil artifact, and his extremely unstable mental state could be seen from his enlarged scarlet pupils.

The assassin may not need to attack at all. He just needs to maintain the current oppression, and the warlock will collapse by himself.

The poor dragon throat warlock held powerful power, but was forced to sleep and eat uneasy by this power, like a spring that remained in an elongated state.

He is almost losing his flexibility.

Such a powerful and fragile enemy is simply the "favorite" of all assassins who are well versed in the hearts of the people.
To be continued...