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There was no one around, no matter how Grott looked for the voice, it would be useless. The atmosphere became uneasy and solemn.

"I've always been behind you."

The orc turned around suddenly and was about to attack the owner of the voice directly. But something was wrong. Grott widened his eyes and looked at the stranger. Something was wrong in many places. From the appearance alone, this was a stranger, but Grott had never seen the clothes he was wearing. Whether it was the fabric or the tailoring, there was the short beard of the high elf on his chin. And his expression, the high elf-like expression seemed particularly abrupt on the orc's face.

Grott believed in his intuition, and at this time his intuition told him that the orc was a fake orc.

"You are not an orc." Grott held tightly to the only shovel in his hand that could be used as a weapon. The orc had a smile on his face when he heard his words, as if he had already admitted his judgment.

"You are an elf."

"I'm used to having an elf expression, but I'm not." The orc's voice was strong and powerful, and he raised his head. "I'm a dragon, and the reason I became an orc was to talk to you better."

Clang ~

The shovel in Grot's hand fell to the ground. He couldn't believe what his ears heard. The guy who called himself a dragon in front of him carefully observed him, making him feel like a ray of light on his back.

The orc rumbling nervously and pretended to be calm, saying, "Then have you heard of the Dragon Throat Clan? Your kind of people were once enslaved by us." His words were mixed with a hint of contempt, and he told him in his heart that it was unwise, but he couldn't help saying that.

"Once? The flames of the red dragon also caused the dragon-throated orcs of Grembatto to suffer a catastrophe." The stranger replied, and smiled at Grott again. "There is also an orc who helped the enemy of his clan save the Red Dragon Queen."

Now Grot could no longer stop the expression of horror on his face. How could he know this problem? Only he and that human were the ones who knew the truth back then.

"Don't be nervous, your clan will never know about it."

Grot turned his gaze away from the stranger, not hiding the anger on his face at all. "I did not betray the clan."

The other party whispered, "Yes, of course you don't."

"Then leave," said Grott. "You are not welcome here, dragon. If my clan members find you, they will definitely eat you alive."

The stranger did not blink. Such a threat could not scare him at all.

"Your clan? I also watched the duel just now. I have to say, your chief... is really special."

"Moghall will be defeated, surely."

"Before that, how many orcs will die in duel with him? How many corpses do you have to bury under this land?"

"You don't need to remind me."

"Of course you need it." said the stranger firmly. "Because I heard what you said just now, you said, I hope Moghall will die next time."

Grott looked at the stranger and wanted to know what the other party was going to say. They had been talking for a while. The stranger had not revealed his intention. Grott firmly believed that he must have a purpose.

"Some people in the clan will be executed for such words, strangers. But I won't. Even if you secretly tell Moghall what I say, he won't kill me. In his eyes, I am a surviving old man."

"Once in Grimbato, you were just a servant who delivered meals to Nathanos."

Hearing this name, Grott's ears subconsciously moved and asked vigilantly: "The human who has mate with the Red Dragon Queen? Did he tell you all this?"

"No need for him to tell me, I know."

"Why?"

"If I explain it, the sky will probably be bright." The stranger's eyes suddenly flickered, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face. "Maybe this will make you understand."

Grott watched as the stranger caught a fallen leaf floating from the tree in his hand. The leaf began to change at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch. It was withered, decayed, green and tender, emerald green... In the blink of an eye, the flow of the four seasons was completely reflected here.

"This... is impossible!" Grot was stunned. "Are you a bronze dragon?"

"In a sense, yes." said the stranger slowly. "You should understand now that I can witness what happened at any historical moment. The secret between you and Nathanos is not a secret in front of me."

"So why are you looking for me? I think it must be related to Nathanos, and you mentioned him many times."

The stranger nodded. "I'm here just to make a deal with you." He said, lowering his voice. "Using the conditions for the Dragon Throat Clan to obtain real redemption, you can do something for me."

For a moment, silence came, and all you could hear was the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the trees. Grot took a deep breath, and the remaining doubt had disappeared. "Are you saying true?" He widened his eyes. "Can the Dragon Throat Clan get rid of the status quo?"

"It must be." The stranger replied. "And it won't take long to get rid of it. You will join the tribe and regain the glory of the past in the tribe."

The glory of the past has cost the orcs a huge price.

Grott ruthlessly erased the memories that emerged. Nothing is more important now than overthrowing Moghall's rule. "If you're telling the truth, then I'll accept this deal."

"Very good. You won't regret it because I won't let you do anything dangerous." said the stranger.

Cheap transactions are always full of traps. Grott suddenly became alert again. What does this guy want?

At this time, the stranger's other hand was placed in his shoulder strap, which was an item hidden in his orc's outfit. Grot could hear the sound of metal swaying inside. Is there a weapon hidden inside?

The warning of an upcoming conflict suddenly rang in Grott's mind.

"I need you to write a letter to Nathanos, who is in Arachi. Then bring this to him after meeting him." The stranger took out the thing and threw it to Grott.

It was not a weapon, but a cloth bag containing a palm-sized amber stone.

"You must make sure that Nathanos will come to you in the letter you wrote. And I want to remind you that Nathanos has changed. He is no longer a human, but a dead soul. In short, you will know it once you go to Arachi."

"I don't understand." Grott blinked at the stone in the bag, and looked at it for a while before saying, "Why don't you do this by yourself? Who are you?"

"Go do this, Grott." said the stranger. His voice felt deep. Then, he was not saying anything. When he turned around, a golden vortex portal appeared. He walked inside, and after a few steps, he disappeared without a trace.

Grot sat heavily on the ground.

A bronze dragon had just proposed a deal to him, and he agreed.

The orc put his head in his palm and pressed his temple hard. His mind was a little unclear, and hesitated. But when he thought of the dragon's promise to him, he immediately stopped being confused.
Chapter completed!