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"Too slow! Why is it so slow?"

Nekros roared angrily and kicked away the unsightly stool. The man he sent out to find Zuluhid had not returned yet. Without him, he would not have been able to maintain command.

"Something went wrong at the critical moment!" the old orc muttered. He was pacing back and forth like a normal person due to the inconvenience of his legs and feet.

As time went by, Nekros became more and more dissatisfied with Zuluhid. This guy was absolutely useless. Nekros didn't understand why he was the chief? Fortunately, Zuluhid still had some wisdom, and some of his suggestions were still good.

It can be adopted, otherwise Nekros would have found a way to replace him.

The warlock is very anxious, for many reasons. The one that makes him most angry is Nathanos. The dragon egg born from the union of that useless human and the dragon queen cannot hatch at all. No matter how the temperature in the incubation room is adjusted, it will not help. Nekru

Si was worried about how to explain to Zuluhid. But now, there is one thing that can temporarily avoid the wrath of Chief Dragonmaw - Deathwing betrayed them, or in other words, the Dragonmaw orcs have always been just his pawns.

That's all.

The orcs who were busy outside also made him anxious. Just because of Nekros's order, Grim Batol was now in chaos. He asked all the orcs to prepare to leave here, go to the north, and take away the Red Dragon Queen.

and the remaining dragon eggs. Originally, he did not have such power, and some orcs stood up to question him, but with a shadow arrow, he shut the other party's mouth forever. The Dragonmaw clan lost a warrior, but Nekros

The order was implemented. The warlock believed that when Zuluhid returned, he would be able to explain it clearly to the chief, and then Chief Dragonmaw would agree with his judgment as always.

"What a troublesome thing!" Nekros muttered. Sometimes he really felt that he was the chief. Zuluhid only recognized his decision. Without this process, a lot of time would have been saved.

Just as he was thinking about it, a peon ran to the door of the hall where he was and fell down, and several boxes on his body were scattered. Nekros suddenly pulled the peon up and pushed him forward, urging him to drive away.

He went to work for the orcs, who were despicable in his eyes. The orc peons hurriedly nodded in agreement, and then hurried away carrying the heavy burden on their bodies.

These low-level orcs are almost useless except as coolies. Now, Nekros feels that they are not even qualified to be coolies. He feels that he has the foresight to have those orc warriors join the ranks of coolies.

, in order to complete all the preparations before dawn. In fact, Nekros originally planned to leave during the night, but this was impossible. In addition to a lot of work to prepare, Grim Batol was surrounded by

It was a rugged highland. But he didn't want to delay it for another minute. There was no doubt that with every second that passed, the possibility of Deathwing discovering anomalies here would become higher and higher. And...

Nekros seemed to suddenly think of something...!

An orc scout rushed in at this time, and happened to trip over the stool that Nekros had just kicked away. The warlock knew him, and he was the scout he sent to find Zuluhid.

"You're back, where is Zuluhid?" Nekros asked hurriedly before the other party stood up.

"It's over!"

"It's over?" Nekros's eyes widened, and he grabbed the orc's neck. Although he was old, his strength was still amazing, which was largely attributed to the power of the devil still remaining in his body. "What's over?

Who is finished? Make it clear!"

"It's...Zulu...Zuluhid." The orc scout slapped his arm desperately. Nekros was shocked, let go of his hand, and let the orc fall to the ground, and then watched him gasp.

"what happened?"

"We found the chief's troops in the mountains and forests not far from here, and the few warriors who set out with him were all dead."

"What about him?" Nekros asked quickly.

"We didn't find him. In fact, his dragon is gone."

"Damn it, damn it!" Nekros cursed and kicked down the orc who was reporting the situation. He thought to himself that he had guessed everything right. Everything... everything was Deathwing's conspiracy. He was alone just now.

While thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that he had exchanged messages with Deathwing not long ago. The black dragon told him that an invader was sneaking into Grim Batol, so he told Zuluhid. But Nekros did not expect

What's more, Zuluhid actually went to find the enemy himself. Could this be part of Deathwing's plan? In this way, Zuluhid could be lured out, and then he could be killed, so that the Dragonmaw clan would be trapped.

confusion.

"Those intruders must have been brought by him! Just like that human being." The warlock roared, "I will never... I will never let your conspiracy succeed." Then he turned his head and said to the scout: "

Go tell everyone that Zuluhid is dead. Now I am in charge of the Dragonmaw clan. Anyone who is not convinced can challenge me. Those who are willing to follow me immediately go and load all the valuable things here into the truck and prepare.

take away."……

Grote Deathstrike also received the order, and he was still worried about Nathanos' situation. The humans did not turn him in, which made him convinced that he did not trust the wrong person. But how to rescue him again?

The orc thought to himself as he was packing some kitchen utensils. These things were not important originally, but they made him look at least like he was not doing nothing.

Nekros has ordered not to give that human a grain of rice or a drop of water. This makes Grote unable to approach Nathanos anymore.

"Wait a minute!" Grote whispered to himself, "Necros seems to have never said that he would take that human with him. He wants Nathanos to starve to death of thirst!" The orc smiled. "Okay.

Awesome! Maybe I can save him after everyone leaves, so that I can escape from this damn clan."...

In the prison, in this familiar and terrible environment, Nathanos closed his eyes again. A wave of tiredness came over him, leading him into a deep sleep. He dreamed of many things - many things he had never seen before.

Things, some terrifying monsters, covered with rotting flesh and blood, like corpses that had just crawled out of the ground. There were also monsters with flaming bodies that they had met before, falling from the sky with the green and gloomy night. But there was something else in the dream.

His reassuring image - Alleria. The female elf's smile soothed Nathanos's disordered thoughts. The elf began to become the protagonist in his dreams, and Nathanos could even hear her voice in his dreams.
Chapter completed!