"Do you really want to kill me?" asked with a smile as he looked him in the eye and read the meaning in his eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that the smile didn't enter the bottom of his eyes.

When Alimo heard this, he glared at her fiercely, angry in his heart, but so angry that he couldn't speak.

Wu Wu knew that he was still haunted by the defeat of the orcs.

"I told you, luck is also part of strength, why don't you believe it?" she sighed and said, "Your affairs, only I know at present, if you still want to kill me, then this matter will definitely develop in the direction you least want to see." How about it, do you want to make a bet?"

Alimo snorted coldly, but his attitude was not as firm as before.

"Let's go, go to your base camp. This time it is led by Patriarch Alimo himself, and the treatment should not be as bad as last time, right?"

"You're still going to us?" Alimo looked at her in surprise.

"I'm going to have to arrest someone, somebody doesn't seem to want to live anymore. There was a smile on his face, but a deep chill burst out of his eyes.

Alimo shuddered and stared at her with a very unbelievable look.

...... does she really already know?

……

Under the city of Wuluo, the orc barracks.

In a very inconspicuous tent, the orc prophet sat inside, silent, with a very solemn expression.

News of the orc's defeat has returned.

He sat quietly with a cryptic expression, while the other man walked up and down the tent with his hands behind his back, his expression very uneasy.

If an orc had come in, he would have been surprised to find that the man who had appeared in the prophet's tent was actually a human.

Looking at the way they get along, it seems that they are already very familiar, and they have not known each other for a day or two.

"How can we lose? How can we lose? This can't be!" the man kept walking up and down the tent, still muttering to himself, his words full of doubts about the outcome of this war.

Listening to his tone, he seemed to disregard his human identity and put himself in the camp of the orcs.

"Isn't that supposed to ask you? You're also a participant in their plan, haven't you figured it out yet?"

"Prophet, you know me, the task that woman assigned to me did not directly participate in the war, and I can't foresee what happened over there......" The human voice muttered, getting quieter and quieter the more it spoke, and finally fell silent.

The Prophet did not continue, and the hand grasping the armrest of the chair pressed slightly, and a deep handprint immediately appeared on the armrest.

The human swallowed, a terror welling up in his heart.

Fear is fear, and some things still need to be made clear.

"Prophet, I am responsible for bringing you weapons and troops, and it is your own problem that you did not complete the task this time......"

"So what?" said the Prophet's tone and expression, not angry or pleased, as if he was just trying to get an answer.

"Therefore, the beast tide must continue to break out, and this war cannot be stopped!" the human voice was categorical, giving an affirmative order.

At this moment, an orc swaggered in outside the door, without greeting him, and after coming in, he picked a chair and sat down, one leg was naturally crossed on the other, with a little mockery and impatience in his tone, "Whether to fight or not to fight is our own business, when will it be your turn to take care of Nanxuan?"

"Alimo, you're back. ”

Dare to break into the orc camp without saying hello, who else can there be if it is not Alimo?

The Prophet nodded at Alimo.