"Po"

As if drilling out of the soft and sticky slime's body, the white-haired youth and the orc Basaka walked out of the end of the teleportation together, but the space barely showed even a trace of fluctuation due to the other party's extremely superb control skills, and the detection artifacts that were already arranged around did not notice the arrival of the two.

"Well, it's no different from before, the technological progress of the orcs has been the same for so many years, but that's why it needs to be dealt with separately."

The white-haired youth's gaze swept around, muttering to himself, his magic obediently turning into an extension of his senses to probe the situation around him, and then fed back to the other party everything that might hinder their next actions.

The place where they appeared at the moment was the capital of the Blood Fang Empire, and the level of development here was obviously much higher than that of the rest of the Orc Empire, at least the materials used in various buildings were no longer simple animal skins and wood, and more brick houses were distributed in this city that was more like a border country town than the rest of the races.

And what they are coming to at this moment, the "palace" where the orc king of the Blood Fang Empire lives is about the same level as a nobleman's mansion in Lestler in terms of scale, and the orc guards guarding the outside world are all at the stage where the big knights are close to the legendary stage.

It's just that when the strength reaches such a level, none of these guards can feel the arrival of the white-haired youth and the orc Basaka.

"Smack!"

With a snap of his fingers, the perceptual guard inscriptions left by the orc shamans were covered in a distorted space, and the power used for detection circulated internally under the distorted space.

It was transmitted out again and again, and then reversed by the distorted space, inverted and reversed, and in a limited time, all the monitoring methods in the area were completely ineffective.

"Let's go, let's see what the situation is like for that being."

Pointing to the sealed gates of the "palace", the white-haired youth reminded the orc Basaka, who had kept his eyes on the things around him, that it was time to go in and accomplish their purpose.

「……」

Without saying anything, the beast Basaka followed the white-haired young man head-on towards the closed gate, obviously the way forward was blocked, but the moment the white-haired young man touched the gate with his hand, the surface of the door turned into an illusory state like the surface of the water.

The two walked in, only letting the water ripple slightly, neither breaking nor blocking the two from moving forward, and entering it unimpeded.

Walking through the wide corridors inside, he is also extremely skilled in shielding all the detection methods set up by the orc shamans in the surrounding area, and the orc powerhouses scattered throughout the "palace" or mansion are all stronger than the guards in the outside world.

But neither the Grand Knight nor the few Legends reacted to the entry of the white-haired youth and the orc Basaka, and it was hard to imagine what a powerful means of concealment this could have been achieved.

"Haven't they changed......

Basaka looked at the orcs who ignored them, his brow furrowed slightly, and there was some hidden anger in his words.

"yes, that's why we do it, isn't it, if we don't change something, it will never change."

The white-haired youth showed a somewhat lazy smile, stopped and turned his head, shrugged his shoulders to the orc, and spread his hands again to show helplessness.

The orc Basaka did not react to the white-haired youth who stopped moving, and slightly accelerated his progress, touching the heavy door with his hand at the end of the heavily guarded walkway.

"Click......

This time, the door was not allowed to pass through as it had been in the previous mansion, but seemed to have something activated, and then slowly opened, and the orcs guarding outside were startled, and then quickly lowered their heads and threw themselves at the open door as a sign of submission and respect.

"It's majestic."

The white-haired young man glanced at the orc guards behind him who lowered their heads and didn't even look directly at them, and after sighing with emotion, followed the silent ones

The orc Basaka stepped through the open door.

"Bang Dang ......"

The door slowly closed with a dull thud, and it was not until the sound of the door closing that the orc guards straightened up and re-entered the guarded state, serious and attentive, even though they had just let two uninvited guests into the king's bedchamber.

The soft and warm lighting in the room, and the fragrance of herbs concocted by orc shamans wafted through the air, making the environment extremely comfortable and relaxing, and in this not spacious room, the bed of the Orc King of the Bloodtooth Empire was in the center.

"Who?!"

The sound of the door failed to make the old man on the bed react, but when the white-haired young man and the orc walked within ten meters of each other, the old orc man who closed his eyes and rested suddenly sat up from the bed and looked at the place where the two of them were walking.

And this old man, who was once strong and strong enough to resist legendary weapons, but at this time shrunk to a dry and thin old orc who was difficult to identify, the king of the Bloodtooth Empire, Kaslope, already held the dagger drawn from the dark chamber of the bed in his hand, and the dagger was hollowed out inside and out, and the dagger with extremely complex runes was emitting terrifying energy fluctuations.

"Don't get too excited, okay?"

Raising his hand, the special magic power quickly burst into the air, touching the dangerous legendary dagger, and after interfering with several nodes of magic flow in a row, the magic power that was accumulating on it quickly disintegrated and overflowed, and was scattered by the white-haired young man.

"Well, how long have you lived? Look at this drooping old body, it's really sad to look at, you wouldn't have relied on weapons like this before, it seems that except for the perception and a few shadows of hundreds of years ago, the rest are gone."

The white-haired young man removed the disguise on himself and the orc Basaka, which was seen through by this Kaslope, calmly showed his appearance, and suddenly fell into a stupor after the other party saw his face, and took the dagger from the other party's hand as he spoke.

"You...... How could it be, how could it be you, aren't you already dead?"

The old orc's words were full of incredulity, as if he couldn't believe the identity that appeared in front of his eyes, and the question in his words seemed to be both to the other party and to himself.

"Well, there's nothing special to say, I'm who I am, I'm not dead, and now that I'm back, I have to finish what I didn't finish before."

The white-haired young man didn't say anything, but confirmed the identity of the "you" in the old man's mouth, as the other party guessed.

"What do you want, what do you want from me?"

After the shock caused by the initial recognition of who the white-haired young man was, this old orc, who was the lord of the Bloodtooth Empire, also calmed down, no matter what, this person must have come here to ask for something, so it is necessary to be able to understand what the other party wants.

"Hmm... I borrow your identity."

The white-haired youth nodded in satisfaction, pleased with the fact that Kaslope himself had asked the question, and explained what they were asking for.

"What... Isn't it?"

The old man paused, and asked with some hesitation.

"Isn't what I'm saying clear enough, we need your identity, your identity as the king of the Blood Fang Empire, the king of the orcs, the noble one who rules a country, this identity that has been held by you for so long."

Rolling his eyes, the white-haired young man explained clearly to the other party.

"If I could, I wouldn't mind giving you this status, but it's impossible, it's impossible for orcs to recognize a foreign king, even if it's you, absolutely impossible."

Kaslope looked into the eyes of the white-haired young man and said earnestly word by word, extremely affirmative, extremely confirmed.

"You're right, but have you ever wondered how I got into this room, the things that the orcs themselves inherited, you don't understand, right? Also, even if we could get the orcs to approve of us, you wouldn't hand it over, otherwise you would have done so for so long."

Didn't bother to talk about this, the white-haired young man just asked the old orc to think more.

「…

..., this, is it, this can't be, I'm the last, it can only be me, and it will only be me."

The old man's body suddenly froze, and an unbelievable appearance appeared in the other party's eyes in disbelief that he recognized the identity of the white-haired young man before, and the breakthrough shock made the other party's body tremble uncontrollably.

"Well, since I can reappear after being 'dead', what's the impossibility of having a being as qualified as you reappear?"

The white-haired youth replied with a smile, but all of Kaslope's attention was completely off on him, and all that was left in front of him was the orc Basaka, who was quietly looking at the other party.

"Are you so afraid of death?"

A faint inquiry came out of Basaka's mouth, the old orc in front of him could not correspond to the existence in his memory, where could he still see the shadow of a legendary powerhouse in this old body.

Even if he didn't ask, Basaka knew how many means the other party had used to prolong his own life, delay the looming aging, the water of the source pool of the elven tree of life, the freeze potion of the human apothecary, and the life reshaping of the orc shaman......

However, these things, which can either stabilize the state of the body or strengthen the life of the body, can give the user a longer lifespan, but in the face of a long enough time, in front of the legendary body that has almost reached its limit, their effect is somewhat minimal.

From that era to the present, Cathlope's posture can only be described as embarrassed, in a powerless struggle, waiting for death to come.

"You don't understand, you can't understand that kind of fear, everything is gone away from you with the advancement of time, and what you originally had will no longer exist, powerful like an illusory bubble, fleeting!"

The old orc man became excited, and roared at the orc Basaka in a voice several tones higher than when he talked to the white-haired youth, angry, unwilling, unbelievable, afraid... The extremely complex emotions were mixed in the old man's chest and abdomen, and he almost wanted to explode.

"Those orc defects, have you followed the agreement to help them get rid of them, I don't think the orc kingdom has changed much compared to the past, right?"

In stark contrast to the old man's excitement, the orc Basaka just asked bluntly.

"Why do you do that, I'm not the same traveler with you, don't you understand, the original promise is the trend of the times, do I have any other choice but to agree, but I can not do it, those orcs should be like this, they are warriors, and we are monarchs, the difference between the talent of the orcs and the berserk does not need to change."

In the face of Basaka's questioning, the old man became more and more excited, and his thin arm touched the object under the pillow, and then suddenly stabbed at the orc in front of him.

"Bang!"

The long sword stabbed the orc in the abdomen, but in the face of this strong body, it only made a sound of gold and iron when it collided, and it was difficult to move forward.

"Smack."

Strong hands rested on the old orc's neck.

"That's right, we're not fellow travelers, and I'll probably never understand your thoughts, so be it, let me go the next way, and expect you to understand something, there's no need."

Basaka looked at the hysterical old man in front of him, and calm words came out of his mouth.

"Click."

Quickly interlaced hands wrenched the head of Kaslope, the king of the Bloodfang Empire.

"What do I say, if we don't change, some things will never change, don't worry, what we're trying to accomplish is to make sure that what this guy can't do is done."

The white-haired young man said to the orc Basaka, and the magic and void energy surged across the orc's face, transforming his face and even his body into the same as the king of the Bloodfang Empire that he had killed.

"The Orc Empire has hardly changed over the years, and its strength has indeed improved compared to the past, but it is still the same in essence, but because of this, the special way of knowledge inheritance of orcs makes them different from other intelligent races, and there are probably many existences who remember us, so we must solve this problem first."

As he spoke, he threw the old man's corpse into the spatial crack, allowing it to be chopped into powder by the riotous spatial fault, and at the same time began to communicate with the buildings that were connected to his own spirit and soul, and began to liberate these things.

"Actually, he should take a good look at the latest research results of those scholars on the mainland, with the resources in his hands, it is probably quite simple to extend his life according to that theory, but unfortunately, he chose to close the orc kingdom, and those things have nothing to do with him."

Casually commenting on what Kaslope had done, the white-haired young man pushed open the door of the King's dormitory of the Blood Fang Empire, and Basaka, who had changed his appearance and shape, walked out with the respectful salute of the orc guards outside.

At the same time, the ground began to shake on the battlefield that had almost completely ended, and buildings similar to the ruins and spires that had appeared in the orc kingdom before broke through the ground, like a submarine floating from the deep sea, coming from nowhere, penetrating the water, and beginning to open the border between two different realms.