The lord of Sedlos is dead, assassinated!

The whole of Oufu has become an active volcano that can erupt at any moment, and the once orderly order is gone.

Everywhere there were excited orcs howling and screaming, brandishing weapons against the ground and walls, and if it weren't for the fact that some of the more prestigious elders could still keep some sense of consciousness and stop the movement of their people, I am afraid that Orf would have been completely out of control by now.

Cedros is not a god in the minds of the orcs, a god is just a thing to be used for sustenance and worship, sometimes great and noble, but there is no one in the wilderness who is truly worthy of respect and admiration to move people's hearts more. And Cedros is more than worthy of respect and admiration for orcs. The reason why they have survived until now, to have such a completely unimaginable city before, to be able to have an equal status with human beings, all of this is given to them by Cedros.

He is not God, and God does not have the status he has.

Orf was filled with the mournful howls of the orcs, almost half of the orcs fell into a semi-berserk state, and the air was filled with the strong smell of hormones emitted by the orcs' rage, as if it was not the orcs who were mad about Cedrus, but the city he had built.

The heart of Oufu, the huge city hall. It was a place unlike any other, there was not a little commotion or confusion, just a heavy atmosphere that was so solemn that it almost dripped.

In the city lord's office, Cedros's body was still lying silently on the ground. The room still smelled of blood, all the blood in Cedros's body. The energetic old man was now just a silent corpse, lying in a horrible appearance in dried blood, showing off the massive wound in his throat.

A bloody dagger stuck across the doorbeam, the only clue left by the killer. Nothing in the room moved, and it was all on the merits of the matter, leaving it clear to Gru. He just got the news this morning. Rushed back from the Sandface Mountains.

"Celeste......" Gru reached out and pulled the dagger from the beam. It is a silver dagger like a cross, with countless intricate patterns carved on both the blade and the hilt, and is the instrument used in the judgment of the Church to carry out the final death penalty against the most heinous infidels. His voice was as heavy as throwing lumps of lead to the ground. His eyes and expression were no longer as unpredictable as the usual impenetrable deep sea, although it seemed that there was no change, but no one dared to look him directly into the eyes, or even dare to approach him.

The orc outside the door whimpered, "I haven't found that many clues yet. In the room where Lord Sedlos was killed, the werewolf elder, who was the best at tracking, had to inspect it, and although the elder was also excited, he checked it carefully, and he said that he found no trace of anyone entering, not even the smell...... But there are clear traces of a battle between the lord of the castle and the assassins......"

"It's not a fight, he doesn't have a chance to fight at all, one blow kills ......" The silver dagger twisted and deformed like a ball of waste paper in Gru's applause with a crunch. "What else is there that doesn't ......"

"This morning the Scorpion, who patrolled the south, came to report that the Wyvern seemed to smell some giant bird near a bush. I guess there were griffons passing by there......"

"Gather all the tribal leaders of the land at once, and convene a meeting. Gru said coldly. The voice was unwavering, but the orc couldn't help but shudder.

Gru's hand had been crumpled into a ball of iron and flew out, and then with a bang, a wall made of boulders collapsed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I disagree with this decision. Master Porugan stood on his chair and said.

"Don't you hear our question, dwarf, we're asking how long it will take you to gather all your troops, and how to arrange them to ......get through in the shortest possible time," one of the ogre leaders howled loudly. His eyes were bloodshot, if it weren't for the sanity he had cultivated in Oufu all these years. The fury that almost drove him mad had led him to tear all the humans he could see to shreds.

Lord Porugan struggled to wave his arms, and even then he was much shorter than the sitting orcs. As insignificant as his voice: "Everyone. I know you are saddened by the passing of Lord Cedros, but you must also know that it is not reasonable for us to do so......"

"Didn't you hear us?" the roars of the orcs immediately drowned out his voice.

"It's a strange thing, although Lord Sedros's life is what Celeste has wanted for a long time, but ...... Anyway, it doesn't seem quite right...... If they really had the ability to do this, they would have done it a long time ago, and they would have delayed the assassination until now......" Lord Porugan raised his voice as he struggled, almost roaring. "And. Our strength lies in potential and development...... We don't need to ...... now."

A louder roar nearly knocked Lord Porugan to the ground, and several orcs who had already fallen into a half-madness from the excitement almost rushed towards him.

Reason has no effect in the face of uncontrolled feelings, especially if these are orcs whose instincts are far beyond reason. Although Ming

Knowing this, Lord Porugan was still very unwilling, he sighed to himself and muttered, "Lord Sedros is dead...... Although I also respect him, the dead are not worthy of the living to ...... for him."

With a loud bang, Lord Porugan completely collapsed on his chair, and the sky was full of debris raining down, and the back of the chair behind him,

There is also a wall further behind, as well as his hair.

He didn't have time to comb his hair today, and from now on he would probably be unfair, and he was almost bald now. The original thick and unkempt hair was now only a few jagged short piles, and the rest of the hair shattered along with the chair and wall behind him, flying all over the sky.

"Don't say this nonsense that might irritate me, answer the questions. Gru sat across from him, seemingly unmoving, his tone calm, his eyes deep enough to swallow a person and crush him to pieces.

All the orcs were silent, and the orcs who were so excited just now, as if they could tear him to pieces at any moment, all didn't move, and they all looked at Gru.

The sweat on Lord Porugan's head flowed down like a stream, and he knew that if it was just a little bit, it would be a fragment of his head that would shatter from the dance. And this little bit is not deliberately left behind, maybe in Gru's heart or a muscle in his hand, really

It's a little bit of distance.

Only then did he know why these orcs, who were the leaders, who should have considerable self-control and rationality, were so out of control.

The anger was not pure, it didn't come from themselves, it was more from fear that they didn't even realize it had. This fear comes

Since they have been with the master here, the one who has influenced them from the deepest part of their subconscious.

Murderous aura, that is not an ordinary, overflowing murderous aura, but a murderous aura that comes from a deeper depth, no one can feel it, but no one can not be affected.

Gru didn't seem to have any signs of being too excited or angry, but in fact he was probably the angiest and most excited person here, but this kind of excitement and anger were hidden deeply, but the murderous aura and murderous intent that emanated from the deepest part had already overflowed and spread to everyone around him.

These orc leaders couldn't feel anything, and the clams were the deepest instinct of their souls, but they told them that they were next to a wild and furious beast, and that they could be torn to shreds at any moment, which is why they were so agitated and angry.

Lord Porugan knew very well that in such a situation, there was no need for unnecessary insistence. Not wanting to be the first to be torn to pieces by this huge beast, he let out a long sigh and replied, "I see." ”

Contrary to the atmosphere that was about to explode in Orfu, Calondo was still so calm, as calm as if something could never happen here, especially in this small cabin that was so remote even here.

"Are you sure that Oufu will react like that?"

"It is far easier to anticipate the actions of beasts than to anticipate people, because their reactions are direct. Oufu is not a brainless fellow, but most of them are simple-minded and impulsive beasts. I know what cards they have, so I know how they will react......" The cardinal, dressed as a civilian, smiled confidently. He was playing with Granny El's half of the scepter in his hand.

"Hopefully everything will go as you planned. ”

"You should have some confidence in how things are going to happen...... Actually, don't worry about it so much. ”

"Don't you worry?" asked Granny El, turning around and looking at the bishop. "I won't let you go if things go wrong, unless you spend your life in the Castle of Radiance, hidden under Magnus's ass. Otherwise, I guarantee you'll be a hundred times worse than Cedlos. ”

"You should know that I absolutely don't like that place. The bishop smiled wryly. "But now I'm a little worried, but not about that, but about my sweet little ally, and I don't know how she's going there. ”

"You have to know that even if you are respected, a deal is a deal, and if she can't do what she says, nothing is possible. I believe in your abilities, and you must also trust my arrangement......"

The cardinal's smile was still so graceful and confident, with grace, and he couldn't see a little fluster, and he looked at the half of the scepter in his hand repeatedly, okay

It's like looking at a flower from above.