"Kilrog is going berserk?"

The base camp of the orc army.

Naozu 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. A powerful Blood Cave Clan chieftain, he has lost control of his body. ”

Naozu was silent for a moment.

"I suspect it might have something to do with the mysterious rituals of the Bloodcave Orcs. I have been to many worlds, no matter which world they are, and the exploration of the future and destiny is very little and dangerous. ”

"The primitive blood cave orcs have such secret techniques. Fantastic. ”

"The history of the Orcs of the Blood Cave is very old, and they may even be one of the first orcs to appear. So they occupied the Tanarian jungle, which was once in the best conditions. ”

"As for their secret arts, which orc started it. The history is long and unverifiable. We are also not in the habit of recording history. ”

"The Power of Destiny...... Not even the Great Dark Titan could touch. A small orc like dust, how good can it be to touch such a power? The distorted black shadow grinned.

"Kilrog thought he was in control of his own destiny, but he didn't know that he was destined to be played with by fate with this idea." Naozu said.

"It's useless to dwell on that. Neozu, the Lords are not happy with your progress. It's been so long since you came into this world, and you haven't even taken the first city. ”

"We can't be blamed for that!" Naozu argues with reason. "It's not what we say! The first enemy we faced, they were no worse than us, and they were even more resilient! ”

"What Lord Kilgardan promised us was to face a weak country. So that we can stand on our feet! The orcs have been united for so short that I can't even integrate them properly! ”

The distorted shadow fell silent.

"At this point, Lord Kilgardan didn't expect the Dark Gate to open here."

"I've explored the whole island, even in enemy cities. It's really not a very good situation. ”

Hear him say that.

Naozu breathed a sigh of relief.

What the demon masters promised him was a vast land where orcs could thrive and grow stronger.

The original masters of that land, they were weak and deceitful, and their strength was not strong.

However, when the orcs came through the dark door, they found that the situation was not as good as they had imagined.

I had just crossed the world and faced a swamp filled with mist that made even orcs feel sick.

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

While there are many orcs who don't like forests, the fertile Dazaro region is clearly a paradise compared to the disgusting Nazmir.

When the orcs were happy to invade, they found that the situation was not so simple - the original owners of this land, their combat effectiveness was not low, and they were full of resilience.

It's hard for orcs to defeat natives in the same way that they defeat ogres, tigers, and ravens on Draenor.

What was expected to be a smooth invasion has become a war of attrition that the orcs who come from across the world hate the most.

Naozu was a little unhappy about this.

Kilgardan promised him that the orcs would get a land of abundance and weakness for their original owners.

Who would have thought that he would encounter the hard punch of the troll, or the Zendarar troll with the best organizational skills and the most united.

Regardless of the demon's blood and allies, the orcs will even be hung and beaten by the Zandalar trolls in turn.

In the face of Naozu's dissatisfaction.

The Twisted Shadow smiled again: "It's useless to complain. You know what the masters do. Warlock, the only thing you can do about your master's orders is to carry them out. ”

"I know! And I do it all the time! Naozu said.

"The battle for the East was lost. It will not affect the Western Front and the Middle Front. The Frostwolf Clan isn't strong enough, but they're smart enough. The Thor clan is savage and impulsive, and is very good at dealing with the beasts of the Western Front. ”

"The most powerful and loyal Black Hand and his Black Stone, even in the face of the sacrifices of the natives, will not fall behind in the slightest. The last message the Black Hand Chief sent me was that he could already see the walls of the enemy. ”

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

"The masters won't be disappointed."

"Tikdios, I want you to play a bigger role with the Olympics."

Naozu said, looking at the distorted black shadow.

"桀~桀~"

The Twisted Shadow turned out to be the King of Nasrezm, the leader of the Dreadlords.

Tikdios chuckled.

"Compared to the orcs and your failures. Naozu, everything is going very well on my side. The owners might even reward me for it! ”

"I love my job of spreading fear and intrigue in a country that is gradually beginning to decay."

"We'll see."

The distorted black shadow that Tikdios had transformed was gone.

Leave Naozu behind.

The young orc leader's two thick fangs grinded, and he didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Annasa!"

Naozu roared into the air.

The succubus's slender body gradually began to emerge.

"My master~" she said coquettishly.

"All the troops! Send all the orcs, skeletons, and cannon fodder into battle! Naozu said to it with a blank face.

"Hmm~" Anassa groaned. "Including those orc women and children who just came over?"

"All! I'm talking about all! ”

"As you wish, my master."

……

……

Choke!

In the temple of Lezan.

in the apse.

Tonatiu, who was washed all over his body, but still smelled of blood, threw a petite Kadore girl into a cage with a blank face.

"You're going to be here all the time waiting."

He said to her with a blank face.

"Waiting for the arrival of Vandal Deerhelm."

"You can't do this to me! I'm Kadore, and I'm Astaria Deerhelm! Asterya, who was in prison, screamed.

She also wanted to rush up, to grab Tonatiu's sleeve.

Syllable!

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

"Tonatiu!!" Hisali, who had an anxious expression on her face next to her, screamed, and looked at Astalia, who was slapped by the Troll King and bled out, and she was at a loss.

"This is an orc fight. It has nothing to do with me. Even if Vandal Deer Helmet came, it was. Tonatiu said coldly.

Before Asteria could say something, Tonatiu took the overwhelmed Hisali's hand and forcefully led her out of the apse.

"I can see it. She is the only one who will live here. Tonatiu said to a bewildered Hisali. His Excellency Hazuki agreed with me. ”

From now on, Deerhelm's granddaughter will be locked up in Lezan's temple until Deerhelm comes to pick her up.

The temple is covered by Lezan's divine powers, and Asterya wants to escape on her own unless she is upgraded to the rank of Grand Druid.

As for the unconscious Asteria Deer Helm, Santis Hazuki's current attitude is that as long as she lives, she doesn't want to cut her arms and legs.

She has this attitude.

Tonatiu, who was already annoying the bear child, simply locked her up.

Out of sight is out of sight.

The only one to worry about is Hisali, who has a good relationship with Asterya and is a student of Deer Helm.

"She's not going to be abused." Tonatiu assured her.

"I'm ......" The girl was so confused that she didn't know what to say for a while.

"She almost killed you." Tonatiu said.

"She didn't mean it......," Hisali said.

"That's what happened to you?" Tonatiu said deliberately. "Otherwise, how could he take you and rush to the strongest enemy? If I hadn't just passed, you and her wouldn't have ended much better. ”

Hisali stopped talking.

"Let's go. Leave her alone. ”

The god-king held the hand of the Kadore girl, like a college student brother holding a first-grade elementary school sister.

After walking out of the apse of the Temple of Lezan.

Hisali fell silent.

In the temple, in addition to the smaller Demon Tyrannosaurus Loa, who still looked very large, there was also a strong tyrannical dragon about 10 meters long, almost 10 meters high, and a dark red body.

It was the tyrannosaurus that carried Tonatiu, who had been running wild among the orcs and enemies all day.

It had clearly mutated, and was a full lap larger than it had been when it had carried Tonatiu in the morning.

Tonatiu looked at it, and the power of the system embodied its information in his retina:

[Tyrannosaurus: Eighteenth-level God-blessed beast, excellent, reverent fanaticism]

It seemed to be communicating something with Lezan, but when it saw Tonatiu appear, it stopped communicating with the Supreme Loa.

Tonatiu let go of Hisari's small hand, walked up to the Tyrannical Dragon King, and affectionately touched its bent head.

"It needs a word from you." Razan's voice rumbled, and he said, "That will benefit it greatly." ”

Tonatiu is unknown.

"Need a word from me? What do you need from me? The God King asked, puzzled.

"One of our rituals." Lezan was a little vague. "You are now the god king of the trolls, and what you say will be recognized."

Tonatiu is still unknown.

He noticed, however, that the Tyrannical Dragon King had said so after Lezan had said so. The eyes in which it looked at it were full of longing and hope, like a puppy begging for food.

"What do you need from me?" Tonatiu decided to satisfy it for carrying itself on a rampage through the crowd of enemies today, and for making himself a very happy kill.

"Give it a name. And promise it, allow it to become the king of the tyrannical dragons. Lezan said.

It's that simple?

It doesn't seem to be a difficult one.

But when did my own words become so powerful?

Tonatiu thought it might be because of the thighs he was holding.

After thinking about it, Tonatiu said loudly to the Tyrannosaurus, "Okay. From now on your name is Zafra. I remember you were a mother. I think you're going to be the queen of the tyrannosaurs! ”