"I know you." The necromancer said.

His face was tightly hidden in the shadow of his hood, and his slender pale fingers were tucked into his sleeves. But such a dim light did not provide as much shelter as it should. It was clear to Dinein—more like seeing than seeing—feeling those fingers holding a precursor to some spellcasting gesture. As soon as there is the slightest movement around, a sinister spell will be released. But it wasn't a threat at all, it only showed that the mage wasn't that stupid or extremely arrogant.

"Let me know you." Dinen said, intending to use it to decide whether to skin or chop up.

"I'm Hades, a necromancer, as you can see."

"The only use of your name to me is to engrave it on your skull." Dineen snarled under his breath, "Say something useful." ”

The necromancer nodded slightly, as if appreciating the straight to the point style, "We can work together. ”

When the word was spat out, a wave of anger erupted for no apparent reason. All the information he had captured before had been forgotten, including the spell that was ready to be unleashed and the silent companion behind him. It was only as close as Dineen drew his sword and slit the throat of the other man, and no one but him could understand how close it was, and he could almost see the illusion of blood splattering - but in the end, the only reaction of the spirit to his body was a slight twitch of his fingers, and he didn't even move his arm, so that no one noticed the thunder that was about to explode.

Dineen exhaled slowly, still feeling lava running through her veins, her heart roaring like a war drum in her chest. He wasn't angry at the offer, he was angry because he had nowhere to vent his anger. He was angry because he didn't want to use words to deceive and deceive anymore. He wants to fight, he wants to wield his weapons, he wants to come face to face with his enemies, feel their breath, and put an end to their breath. He longed to run wild, not to stand here like a stone statue.

But he still stood. He could feel the concerned gaze behind him, which reminded him of why he was standing here, and it gave him enough sense to analyze the current situation.

"Go on." He leaned forward slightly, exhaling a stream of air and keeping his anger behind his teeth, "Try to convince me." ”

"I know you." The necromancer repeated, "Tirio Fordin's defender, Wolfgang the gladiator of Hillsbrad. ”

Dineh's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't mind that the other party recognized him, basically all the upper echelons of Stratholme already knew his face, and the pervasive Cursed Sect naturally wouldn't let go of the news. But the other party mentioned that the identity that even he was about to forget about was something he didn't expect. Despite knowing that it was unlikely, the feeling of being watched made him feel the urge to smash the other person's head again.

He tensed his shoulders unhappily, and the necromancer's words continued: "Are you here to find out for your orc allies?" What is here that interests them? ”

Orc allies.

Dineen quickly understood. This is not difficult to deduce. Together, they fled and disappeared without a trace, after which Thrall maneuvered his pursuers, apparently using humans as spies to inform them. And he's standing here alive now. They've either parted ways early or they've worked together.

"Why am I an ally with the orcs?" He pulled the corners of his mouth and sneered.

The necromancer tilted his head slightly and tapped his ear with his index finger.

"You speak their language, gladiators, I've heard it with my own ears. Language is used for communication, and you and an orc who was raised by humans can communicate in the lingua franca. So why would you go to learn a language you don't need? ”

"Makes sense." Dineen nodded in acceptance, and the cold light in his eyes did not fade at all. He heard a commotion behind him that represented surprise, but he didn't look back. The commotion died down as quickly as he had hoped. He's always worked well with his partner, "And why would you want to work with orcs?" ”

"We have the same interests in some areas, don't we?" The necromancer spread out a hand, but quickly retracted into the shadow of his robes, continuing to maintain a defensive posture, "Your orc friends will obviously want to get some resources and intelligence, and I happen to be able to do that. Again, there will be times when I need to divert my attention, and I need to do something in the name of an orc. ”

Dineen reckoned that the "distraction" was probably a reference to the time when the Cursed Sect held a corpse party in the city. Of course he wouldn't let it happen, but there's no need to say it directly. It is more beneficial for him to keep this misunderstanding.

He mentally calculated the possibility of agreeing to the other party. If the necromancer needs an orc as a cover for his actions, then there's a good chance he'll use an orc and an orc-speaking human. This was nothing for Dining, the only headache was that Itreg couldn't leave Stratholme as soon as they had planned, or he wouldn't know where to go to find another orc to communicate with, which would cause the Cultists to doubt his identity as the Lord's spokesman.

Dynein, the spokesperson of the tribe, really wanted to spit on these words, and the mere thought of them made his nerves ache. But this disgraceful title instead created an opportunity for him to get close to the Cursed Sect. He was able to take advantage of them, and get to know them. Ten thousand steps back, at least they don't have to hide in the sewers to avoid the headless City Guard search and arrest party.

The only downside to this was Tirio Fordin's reaction when he heard about it. But let's be honest, Dineen wasn't too worried about that. His former mentor may be frustrated for a while, but he will eventually come to track down the orcs in order to make amends, and once they can meet, Tyran will explain the cause and effect to him. With the exception of Tirio, no one would think that an orc with an evil nature would not retaliate after escaping. Look at the reactions of those paladins, they were as quick as if they had foreseen these things in advance, what a damn infuriating time difference!

Dineh's cheek twitched, and then he took control of himself. Now anger is unnecessary for him, and it would be true stupidity and weakness for him to allow himself to be possessed by anger and crush this necromancer's head.

He would keep it until the moment he needed to burst out.

"That's a good point. Now let's talk about it in detail. ”

***

"What the—"

Renaud Mograini dangled in midair, his expression contorted with extreme anger. He twisted and kicked indiscriminately, but the arms that held him around him didn't move like steel.

"That's enough, Itreig, let him down."

The orc silently let go of his hand. The boy smashed straight into the ankle-deep dirty water, making a loud noise and splash, and no one around was spared. The shortest Darian stiffened in pain for a while, but finally chose to help his brother up first, and then quickly pulled the corner of the cloak and wiped his face extremely hard.

Renault picked up his sword from the stagnant water to support his sprained knee and frustrated self-esteem, while still glaring at them stubbornly. Albert pondered what he had to say to stop the reckless calf from making a fuss for a moment, but before that could happen, Tyran took a step forward and put his hand on his shoulder, a move that had a quicker effect than any words.

"Be patient, brother." He said in a quiet tone, "I still have questions to ask." ”

Renault blinked unwillingly and muttered a few swear words, but in the end he did as he was told. Tyran nodded calmly in thanks, then turned to Albert.

"There's a lot you haven't told us, Mr. Albert."

He stated without the slightest reproach, then pointed in the direction where Dinen and Hatis had left together.

"But I just want to ask one thing – is it worth it?"

Associated with the revolting orcs, and working with necromancers. These things can no longer be called apostasy, but real treason. But the bright light was something that Tyran couldn't question. If Albert had been suspicious of what he was doing, the Light would never have responded to his call.

Then the conclusion is simple. He had to. Just as his father drew his sword against his comrades in order to uphold his oath to Ittrig, it was embarrassing and could not be called the right thing to do, but it had to be done.

That's all Tyran wanted to confirm. He didn't want to deny the other party's possible sacrifice, and he didn't want to easily judge what he hadn't personally experienced. What most supported his judgment was Albert's reaction, which did not show murderous intent, but only intended to explain to them with a little distress. If the other party's concept is not tenable in the slightest, then naturally there will be no attempt to convince them.

Albert was slightly stunned. He knew there would be questions and suspicions, and he was prepared to go out of his way. In fact, Renault's violent reaction was exactly what he expected. But Tyran showed astonishing sanity and maturity. He couldn't help but look solemn. Not to treat juniors, but to look into the eyes of a paladin brother who is equal to him.

"I swear, it's all necessary." Albert raised his hand and tapped on his heart, he couldn't show the slightest power of light when he was so close to the necromancer, but everyone understood what he was trying to say, "We do everything according to her wishes, and in the end everyone will get what they deserve." ”

Tyran pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"I trust you." He announced. Renault let out a whining boo behind him, and Darien let out a long sigh of relief, pleased with the result.

With this out of the way, Albert turned to Itreig: "Aren't you okay?" ”

He had thought that the orcs would be the ones who reacted the most, and he was even ready to fight. But when Renault rushed over, it was Atrigue who stopped him.

"I have eyes to see and a head to think, and that's enough." The old orc said calmly, "Words are but fancy skills, and actions are the evidence. For now, I choose to trust you. But be careful not to do anything that will make me change my mind, young human. ”

Albert examined him.

"I hope so, too." He replied.