Bayou despised such events relying on luck.
That evening, the four gathered for dinner, and as expected, no crows had sought them out.
At this moment, a night elf seemed to have received a message from the undead outside and entered.
Master, the ice plains, white tigers of the frigid snow mountains have all withdrawn.
The night elf whispered by was momentarily stunned.
She hadn't specifically ordered the undead to monitor them.
It was merely a coincidence they had noticed.
Where did they go? North.
The night elf's answer made by you realized that in she might be leading her kin back to the far northern lands.
Leaving in such a hurry? While you could only hope that in she had some plan or strategy in mind otherwise with only a king tier strength overthrowing the entire ice plains white tiger clan would be nearly impossible.
She had assumed e she would at least cultivate to emperor tier before returning.
Never did she expect such haste.
Understood.
Tell the undead to keep a close watch on the snow mountains.
Report immediately if they return.
Though she said this by you doubted they would come back.
Yes, master.
The night elf departed to relay the orders to the undead.
Bayou changed out her clothes, washed up, and retired early for the night.
Meanwhile, on the vast grasslands of Great Tor, a handsome blonde man strolled leisurely toward the goblin kingdom.
The goblin kingdom was destroyed.
Upon arriving at the goblin capital, he found it nearly deserted, inhabited only by a handful of ragged commoners.
Disgusted, the man walked through the city streets.
the pungent odors along the way testing his patience.
He muttered complaints under his breath.
Why must we ally with such repulsive creatures? After circling the area and finding nothing of value, he considered returning but feared an unsatisfactory report.
Reluctantly, he approached a goblin to inquire.
Hey, what happened here? Where did your royal family go? He kicked the goblin before him, his tone devoid of courtesy.
Great Lord, the capital relocated months ago, leaving us here to fend for ourselves, the goblin stammered.
Where to? Beneath the lake on the plains, so they say.
The blonde man kicked the goblin again before walking away in thought.
Couldn't you have just said you didn't he know? That would ve given me an excuse to leave.
Before coming, he had studied the map.
The only notable lake on the great tailored grasslands was the one he knew of, likely the true goblin capital south hiding place.
Soon the man arrived at the lake s edge.
He observed the strange body of water.
Its appearance starkly in congruous with the surrounding environment.
As he stepped forward, his boots unexpectedly sank into the water.
Under the dim moonlight, details were unclear.
A beam of holy light emerged from his hand, instantly revealing the formation above the lake.
So that esset examining the formation he noticed the same breach Chunfong and his group had exploited earlier.
To avoid alerting anyone, he chose the same entry point.
But the sight within the basin made his expression shift.
The moment he stepped inside, his gaze was drawn to the colossal undead fortress looming before him.
What is that? How could there be an aura of the undead? The goldenhaired man naturally noticed the distant goblin king city.
Yet the goblins were sparse in number.
hardly any present.
He even observed that the entire goblin king city was almost devoid of any defenses.
A colossal fortress of the undead loomed opposite the goblin king city and astonishingly.
There was no sign of resistance from the goblins.
The goldenhaired man s face lit up with delight.
He did not wish to alarm them, but instead quietly retraced his steps along the same path.
Splendid.
The goblin kingdom is facing some predicament.
My mission is accomplished and I shall leave the rest to their own concerns.
Chapter 299.
The unexpected turmoil in the Orc Empire beyond the Emerald Hills.
Deep into the southern expanse of Hapuni Province, lies a vast and squalid city, encircled by numerous towers and encampments.
Whether at top the imposing city walls or outside the city itself, one can observe the imposing figures of orcs patrolling the area.
Unlike the orcs from the smaller tribes of the Emerald Hills, these orcs are clad in heavy, intricate armor and equipped with a variety of weaponry.
They possess fierce visages and exhibit strict discipline, collectively ensuring the safety of the entire city.
This is Chewing Bone City, the epicenter of power within the Orc Empire and the gathering place of the Chewing Bone Royal Tribe.
The city bears the name of the tribe underscoring its dominion before the establishment of the empire.
The Orc realm was characterized by chaotic tribal warfare.
Ultimately, it was the chewing bone tribe that emerged victorious, unifying all tribes and founding the empire.
However, they retained the traditions of the tribes, presenting an appearance of a centralized empire.
While in truth it remains a collection of tribes engaged in their own battles, merely deterred from overt displays of discord by the formidable strength of the Chewing Bone Tribe.
Should the Chewing Bone Tribe ever exhibit signs of weakness, the entire Orc populace would undoubtedly rise in rebellion to overthrow their rule.
Consequently, alongside external conflicts, internal strife plagues the Orc Empire, resulting in a state of utter disarray, where tribes are perpetually engaged in cycles of conquest and subjugation.
Yet, amidst this tumultuous and univilized nation, Chewing Bone City now hosts several esteemed human guests.
With their golden hair and azure eyes, they dawn gleaming silver armor, their hotty gazes, surveying the surroundings with disdain, refusing to take a seat.
Esteemed Orc King, I am William here as a representative of the temple to negotiate with your majesty.
William slightly bows, extending his respect towards the orc king.
Seated upon the throne, the orc king reveals two large yellow tusks and casts a disdainful glare at the humans before him.
making no effort to conceal his displeasure.
His animosity towards humans is palpable.
He has no desire to collaborate with them, viewing them as treacherous and vile, akin to repugnant vermin.
I have no interest in collaborating with humans.
You may leave, the orc king declared bluntly, considering their mere presence in the city to be a considerable concession.
One of the knights behind William, insensed by the or king's contemptuous demeanor, could hardly contain his anger.
William, you are a fool for attempting to reason with these mindless beings, he exclaimed.
No, this is my nightly duty, Charlie.
You hardly present yourself as a knight.
Rather, you resemble a bull on the verge of madness.
William retorted.
Yet he too brandished his weapon, his gaze coldly fixed on the orc king, evidently prepared to engage in combat.
Your majesty, I believe you have misunderstood our intentions.
We are here to inform you, not to negotiate.
The atmosphere within the hall grew tense as numerous burly orc warriors surged into the palace, standing guard over their king.
As the orc king seized a massive ax from beside him, the palace was suddenly illuminated in a brilliant golden light.
Boom! A thunderous explosion reverberated, reducing the entire palace to rubble.
The orc king remained frozen in his previous stance, yet his hand no longer dared to reach for the weapon beside him.
A sword was pressed against his throat, wielded by none other than William, who was significantly smaller than the orc king.
The surrounding area had transformed into ruins, and the orc guards who rushed to protect him were swiftly annihilated.
The warriors of Bone Crunch City heard the explosion and hurried towards the devastated palace, but they only dared to encircle a few temple knights from a distance.
None of them bold enough to approach.
The Orc king's pupils constricted.
This human's strength far surpassed his own, rendering him powerless.
To his astonishment, William lowered his weapon and stepped back.
Your majesty, the Orc king, might we discuss a potential collaboration with the temple? He inquired.