To make a long story short, in a minute, the elven soldier told the Black Dragon Emperor the process of the matter and the cause and effect.

Caesar closed his eyes, because of the ultra-high-speed fusion breath, the opponent's caster did not have time to erase the traces after teleportation, and although the psionic energy could not provide the effect of teleportation, the search for the shadow was still handy, and in five seconds, the black dragon had determined the approximate location of the opponent's final destination.

Pursue.

According to the information provided by the Kingdom of Tiya, it is unlikely that there will be a second spellcaster in the opposing army, which means that for the next hour after completing a teleportation, the dark orcs can only rely on various buffs to rush with their feet.

One hour is enough, and Caesar only needs two hours to fly back to the Blackwing Empire from the El Sara region!

The Black Dragon Emperor handed over the remaining orcs on the battlefield to the arriving Marha reinforcements to deal with it in coordination with the Tiya Kingdom, and once again spread its fierce wings and rose into the sky, leaving behind a huge sonic boom cloud that disappeared instantly.

……

Kalodan tore away the thorns in front of him and stepped into the rancid swamp, the soil so wet that his feet sank twenty centimeters, and the dark orcs staggered through the terrain.

"Damn." He scolded in a low voice: "Do we have to take this road?" Luka, this is the exact opposite direction, we are returning to the front line on a tortuous route. ”

"This is the way we're going, Great Chief." The shaman said, "That creature is faster than you and me can imagine, he can leave the voice behind him, Kalodan, you know how much resistance it will endure from the physical plane, in which mortal bodies will be disintegrated. ”

"I know very well." "So we have to retreat," Carlodan said. But you tell me, now, why are we going back again? ”

"Because of the mind." The shaman pointed to his head with sharp claws, "I have already come to erase the traces of the spell when I left, and if he, or if it finds the end of our teleportation, it should subconsciously chase south without clear guidance, and end up staggering past us." ”

"You think it can catch up with us?" Carodan asked.

"Possibly."

Shamans don't seem to be joking, and while Eladia normally has to fight spells against spells, and trying to catch up with his feet or four hooves to transfer magic is a dream, some creatures that are too powerful can break people's perceptions, "It's always a good idea to be careful." He said.

"You always have your point, it used to be." Kalodan snorted, then asked, "So, have you thought of a way to uncontrol?" ”

Monet was grateful to Monet for helping them reshape their bodies and place their souls, so that they could walk in Eladia again with a new identity, and they were willing to fight for Monet, but not in the way they are now.

"At the moment, it seems that there is none." Shaman shook his head: "The only way to get out of control is to abandon this flesh shell, but that will eventually return to the beginning of everything, unless...... We can create a new body for ourselves and survive in a way similar to that of the undead. ”

"I can't stand that." Kalodan grabbed a swamp lizard, broke its neck, and threw it to the soldiers behind, "As an undead, even if we can rebuild the Scaron dynasty, is it still the original orc dynasty?" It's just a realm of the dead. ”

"What is the difference between life and death? Undead or orcs, I'm still me. Shaman said.

"Are you Luca Monet, or Luca Scaron?"

No one knew that there were two derivatives among the Black Orcs, and that Monet had created the Twins last time, implanted with two equally powerful Ancient Orc souls, but now there seemed to be a disagreement between the two, and Carodan roared, "I think you've forgotten your name, but I do, Carodan Scaron." If I wasn't an orc, I wouldn't be ......"

Before Kalodan finished speaking, the two derivatives were shocked, clenching the giant blade and bone staff: "It really caught up." ”

A minute later, the Sky Dome meteor fell to the earth and smashed in front of everyone, and in the midst of the surging shock wave and violent muffled sound, the moisture of the wetland swamp was completely evaporated in three seconds, and the area instantly collapsed several layers downward, turning into solid, dry hard soil.

A tall, humanoid monster covered in horns and bone spurs slowly rose from its crater in a cloud of smoke and moisture.

"Got you." The monster said, "The body is covered with the rich blood of the elves, where do you want to flee, who is Kalodan?" ”

"I am." Kalodan was already at the front of the line, so he didn't need to take any further steps, he raised his giant blade and asked, "Who are you?" Demon? ”

The monster didn't answer the question at all, looked at him, and said to himself, "You can rest as long as you want, Kalodan." You seem to be the leader of the dark orcs, and I will give you a fair duel. You win, you can live; If you lose, you will die, and all your people will die,"

Carodan understood that the other party was repeating what he had said to the elven king before, it seemed that the elven king was dead, and the other party had come to take revenge, but there was only one of them, and it sounded as if they had surrounded them with countless servants.

"Pretending." The shaman smiled, and lightning brewed in his hand: "Warriors of Scaron, listen to me. ”

"Wait."

Kalodan said, reaching out to stop the shaman's next move: "I'll fight it." ”

"Are you crazy!" The shaman snorted, "We don't need to waste time at such times. ”

"You're crazy, Luka!" Kalodan replied in a louder voice, "You've forgotten who you are, the Scaron royal family doesn't flinch when they're challenged on the battlefield, look at the warriors behind you, fool." ”

When the shaman heard this, he looked back and saw that each of the black orcs was looking at him, his weapon down, expressing his position in silence.

"Stupid." The shaman scolded and could only retreat.

"Carlodan, fight in the name of Monet." Kalodan slammed his fists into each other, and said in a solemn tone that he was not stupid, the shaman could feel the strength of the other party, and he could too, but Scaron's tradition told him not to retreat cowardly, and he himself did not want to retreat.

"Caesar Targaryen." The monster said, no more, and hooked its claws at the dark orc leader.

Kalodan is ready to gather momentum, bend down, run, accelerate, bend knees, leap, and jump!

When the black orcs gathered momentum, Caesar did not move; When the black orcs ran, Caesar did not move; When the black orc jumped, Caesar didn't move; Caesar didn't move until the giant blade was near.

Right on target!

Even Kalodan didn't expect it to be so easy to hit, he had already prepared a change of move, but now it seemed to be useless, and he was killed with a single hit to the head......

The giant blade hit Caesar's head, hitting the top of Caesar's eyes, just stuck in the middle of the four horns on the top of the second form's head, and the next second, the edge of the black giant blade burst open in the scorching sparks, and Cardoze withstood a huge reaction force, and his arms spasmed.

The incredible change did not discourage the orc warrior, and after landing on the ground, Kalodan turned halfway and kicked the hardest and most fragile knee of the humanoid's body.

The spikes on the Iron Boots were broken.