Orc Tyrant

Kadimos took a step back, holding the hilt of his saber tightly in his hand.

Although he would not admit this, seeing a huge figure in heavy armor appeared in front of him still made him extremely nervous.

But that terrible assassin wasn't really here, Kadimos kept reminding himself that he was just talking to himself through dark witchcraft.

However, Kadimos was still unable to expel the fear in his internal organs.

"I'm sorry, Master Madocolas."

Cadmus responded with trepidation, and then the flame in front of him gradually twisted into a substantial form.

The tall Lord Chosen wore a crimson armor decorated with golden stripes and covered with ever-changing brass charms.

For the blood worshipers, this is a sacred object that has continuously displayed the power and power of the blood **** for centuries. They worship it blindly, but only the real users know the power of this armor deeply. .

Madokolas' eyes burned with bright yellow-white light, and Kadimos could feel the hatred in the heart of the big figure in the core circle of the blood worship sect.

"The **** green skin destroyed our eastern headquarters. They betrayed us! Our master tried to save the white shard, but its power was ignored! Now we are going to destroy it! I have witnessed countless With the return of Yongyao and authority, only one thing prevented us from offering this world to the blood god, that unremarkable Ouke's offspring, Guke!"

The chosen lord raised his head, raised his arms, and laughed loudly.

Cardimos was soaked in cold sweat.

He has experienced countless battles and confronted countless terrible enemies. He even successfully escaped twice in the round up of Oak, but the monster in front of him made him feel scared from his bones.

"Praise the Skull Throne!"

Madokolas's voice became more frantic, and the ring of fire burst out with dazzling electric lights along with his frantic laugh.

"My lord is the lord of chaos, the lord of brass, the king of skulls, the almighty **** of war! Yes, he is testing my resilience! Thank you, the power of darkness, for Guk, for him and the method he showed me to destroy his **** race!"

The horrible and weird laughter reverberated in the room.

Later, Madokolas fixed his gaze on Cadmus.

"Now, wizard, as you said, the time has come."

The chosen lord raised his arms, and flames roared out from his fingertips and shot towards the ceiling of the underground command post.

In an instant, the air burst into purple, blue, cyan, yellow, green and crimson fireballs.

"Let the blood flowing in this land burn, and let the flames bring the blessing of the blood god!"

There was a scream in Kadimos's ear.

Those voices were soft at first, but soon they reverberated and surrounded him.

"The death of those stupid soldiers will be the bait. I need not only their lives, but their essence! The blood god’s heirs will come here, and they will harvest the souls of their enemies."

"My lord, what else do you need?"

Kadimos stepped back and asked in a low voice, now resisting and afraid.

"Didn't I already have everything you need? Those corpses and altars..."

Madokolas fell silent, and the screams were almost imperceptible.

"I need more than a war, I need more corpses... Now, let the slaughter begin."

Cardimos suddenly realized that he was nothing more than a tool in the opponent's hand, and of course he treated each other in the same way. They were just using each other.

He is a warlock, with an ancient bloodline, and equally ambitious.

But everything he did was meaningless to them, he was just a **** on the chessboard.

Afterwards, Kadimos' anger called courage.

He would never allow anyone, even an old monster that has been alive for a thousand years, to play with him in this way.

"My lord, I expect you to honor the promises you made in our agreement."

Cardimos is so hard

"If you don't..."

The chosen lord turned his head and stared straight at the commander.

Cardimos immediately swallowed the second half of the sentence into his stomach.

The fallen man felt that the other's eyes seemed to penetrate the depths of his soul, and he seemed to know him well.

"Useless feelings and desires make you cowardly, Cardimos, you are really not worthy of the word honor! At this point, you and your former compatriots are the same, hehe... But I will be in you Send you reinforcements when needed."

Madokolas laughed.

"Now that we have collected everything we need, we must harvest our blood sacrifice so that we can plant the seeds of destruction for our lord."

After a burst of colorful flames erupted, the illusion of the chosen lord disappeared.

After a few violent gasps, Kadimos found himself sweating profusely, his legs trembling almost unsteadily.

His heart was pounding in his chest, and he felt the blood on his cheeks boiling. This ritual exhausted his physical strength and energy.

"Swear by the **** of all laws..."

Kadimos swears while walking towards the wall in the dark room and turns on the light.

Then the lenses made by Seiko shined brightly, illuminating the statues of monsters and demons in the room.

Everything in the room is secretly built according to the requirements of the blood worship, so that the summoning circle works normally.

Then, the fallen warlock glared at the circle.

"Don't **** shout to me! I'm not your blind mad believer."

Although he said that, he knew that he was the only one who could hear these words.

In any case, he will survive, and one day, he will settle a total ledger with all his enemies.

Afterwards, it took him a few minutes to forcefully restore his composure.

You must not let others see his anger, and you must not appear suspicious of yourself.

He checked the blood stains on the uniform and carefully removed some blood spots.

No lieutenant's body or even signs of blood had ever existed in the room. The Summoning Witchcraft completely swallowed the body, and Kadimos couldn't help shaking again.

He opened the door and turned off the lights in the room, looking a little worried.

Although he knew that things had been progressing according to plan, everything happened one after another in the established order.

He had already imagined everything in his mind, and he could even see the end of the incident.

"I am a master planner"

Cardimos reminded himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't dispel the doubts in his heart.

Walk along the security corridor passing by the monitoring room to the hall leading to the city. At the end of the hall is another explosion-proof door. Two guards on both sides of the door saw the arrival of Kadimos and immediately raised their hands to salute him. .

These guards are his personal soldiers and will carry out any orders from him.

"Open the door."

After he ordered, one of the guards immediately pressed the button.

The door slowly opened to the sides, and as Kadimos walked into it, the lights came on.

The huge and empty room in front of me has almost no features, and there is only one person lying down on the floor in the center of the room.

An inquisitor was shackled by ropes and shackles.

She stared at Kadimos with anger in her eyes, looking exhausted from the struggle.

This is really a pity, despite the lack of classical beauty, Cardimos still appreciates her spirit.

"I felt the emergence of evil forces! Tell me, Cardimos, are those dark forces part of your plan? If so, then you are really stupid than I thought."

The warlock fell on one knee in front of the female judge and slapped her fiercely. This small act of venting his anger made him feel very refreshed.

"I assure you that if I die, you will die too. Fortunately, I hope Oak can show their typical brainlessness, and fight you to death and death. When this happens, both of you will kill. It has to be clean...Soon, this will become a dead city, and my allies will end it all."

"Trust me, Oak will kill you too."

"Perhaps……"

Cardimos took out his pocket watch, glanced at it, and then smiled mysteriously.

"We will wait and see."