"Bo"
As if emerging from the body of a soft and sticky slime, the white-haired young man and the orc Barsaka walked out of the end of the teleportation, but the space hardly showed even a trace of fluctuations due to the other party's extremely superb control skills. Even the detection devices placed around them did not notice the arrival of the two men.
"Well, it's no different from before. The technological advancement of the orcs is still the same as before over the years. However, this is the reason why it needs to be dealt with separately."
The white-haired young man glanced around and muttered to himself, and the magic obediently turned into an extension of his perception to detect and observe the surrounding situation, and then fed back to the other party everything that might hinder their next actions.
The place where they appeared at this moment seemed to be the capital of the Bloodfang Empire. Compared with the rest of the Orc Empire, the level of development here was obviously much higher. At least the materials used in various buildings and the like were no longer simple animal skins. Paired with wood, more brick-and-tile structures are distributed in this city, which is more like a border rural town than cities of other races.
The "palace" they arrived at now, where the orc king of the Bloodfang Empire lived, was about the same size as a noble house in Lesterler. The orc guards guarding the outside world were powerful. It's the stage where the Great Knight is close to becoming a legend.
However, with their strength reaching such a level, not even one of these guards could feel the arrival of the white-haired young man and the orc Barsaka.
"Snapped!"
With a snap of his fingers, the perception and warning inscriptions left by the orc shaman were covered by a layer of twisted space, and the power used for detection formed an internal loop under the wrap of this twisted space.
It was transmitted out again and again, and then reversed by the distorted space, and returned upside down. Within a limited time, all monitoring methods in the area were completely ineffective.
"Let's go, let's see what that existence is like now."
Pointing to the sealed door of this "palace", the white-haired young man reminded the orc Basaka, who kept his eyes on the surrounding things, that it was time to go in and complete their purpose.
"..."
Without saying anything, Beast Basaka followed the white-haired young man towards the closed door. It was obvious that the way forward was blocked, but the moment the white-haired young man touched the door with his hand, the surface of the door turned into an illusion like water. status.
When the two walked in, the water only rippled slightly. It neither broke nor blocked the two people from moving forward. They entered it unimpeded.
Passing through the wide corridor inside, they are also extremely skilled in blocking all the detection methods set up by the orc shaman in the surrounding area, and the orc strongmen distributed throughout the "palace" or the mansion are all equally powerful. The strength of the outside guards has gone even further.
But neither the great knight nor the few legends responded to the entry of the white-haired young man and the orc Barsaka. It is hard to imagine how powerful the concealment method was to achieve this.
"They still haven't changed..."
Basaka looked at the orcs who turned a blind eye to them, his brows furrowed slightly, and there was some hidden sullenness in his words.
"Yes, this is also the meaning of what we do, isn't it? If we don't change some things, they will never change."
The white-haired young man showed a somewhat lazy smile, stopped and turned his head, shrugged his shoulders towards the orc, and spread his hands to express his helplessness.
The orc Barsaka did not react to the white-haired young man who stopped moving forward. He slightly accelerated his progress and touched the heavy door at the end of the heavily guarded corridor.
"Crack..."
This time, the door was not allowed to pass through like the previous door of the mansion, but something seemed to be activated, and then slowly opened. The orcs guarding the outside were startled, and then quickly lowered their heads, Open the door as a gesture of surrender and respect.
"How majestic."
The white-haired young man glanced at the orc guards behind him who lowered their heads and did not even look directly at them. After sighing, he followed the silent ones.
The orc Basaka walked into the opened door.
"Clang..."
The door slowly closed with a dull sound. It wasn't until they heard the sound of the door closing that the orc guards straightened up and reentered the state of guard alert, serious and focused, even though they had just let two uninvited guests into the king's palace.
The light in the room is soft and warm, and the fragrance of herbs prepared by the orc shaman floats in the air, making the environment inside extremely comfortable and relaxing. In this not-so-spacious room, the man with bloody teeth is lying on his back. The Imperial Orc King's bed is located 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 came within ten meters of each other, the old orc who was resting with his eyes closed suddenly sat up from the bed and looked at the two of them. Where to walk.
And this old orc, who looks extremely old, and whose muscles were once strong and strong enough to withstand legendary weapons, have now shrunk to the point of being emaciated and indistinguishable. The king of the Bloodfang Empire, Kasloppe, has already held it in his hand. The dagger pulled out from the secret cabinet of the bed was hollowed out both inside and outside. The dagger with extremely complex runes layered on top of it was emitting terrifying energy fluctuations.
"Don't get too excited, okay."
Raising his hand, the special magic power quickly split into the air and touched the dangerous legendary dagger. After disrupting several nodes where the magic power flowed, the magic power being accumulated on it quickly collapsed and overflowed, and was casually slapped away by the white-haired young man. .
"Hey, how long have you lived? Look at this old body. It's really sad to see. You didn't rely on weapons like this before. It seems that in addition to your perception, you still have some of what you had hundreds of years ago. Shadow, and the rest, no longer exist.”
The white-haired young man took off the disguises that Caslope had seen through on himself and the orc Barsaka, and showed his appearance calmly. When the other party suddenly fell into a daze after seeing his face, he said something from the other party. He took the dagger out of his hand.
"You...how could it be? How could it be you? Aren't you already dead?"
The orc old man's words were full of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe the identity that appeared in front of him. The questions in his words seemed to be directed at both the other party and himself.
"That's right, there's nothing special to say. I am who I am, and I am indeed not dead. Now that I'm back, I have to finish what I didn't finish before."
The white-haired young man didn't say anything more, but just confirmed that the identity of the "you" mentioned by the old man was exactly what the other party had guessed.
"What do you want, what do you want from me?"
After the initial shock of recognizing who the white-haired young man was, the old orc, who was the Lord of the Bloodfang Empire, also calmed down. In any case, this man must have wanted something when he came here. Then it is necessary to be able to figure out what the other party wants.
"Well...I'll lend you your identity."
The white-haired young man nodded with satisfaction, satisfied that Caslope asked this question himself, and explained what they wanted straightforwardly.
"What?"
The old man paused and asked hesitantly.
"Have I not made it clear enough? We need your identity, your identity as the king of the Bloodfang Empire, the king of the orcs, and the noble person who rules a country. This has been held by you for so long. identity."
Rolling his eyes, the white-haired young man explained clearly to the other party.
"If possible, I wouldn't mind giving this identity to you, but this is impossible. It is impossible for the orcs to recognize a foreign king. Even you, it is absolutely impossible."
Caslope looked into the white-haired young man's eyes and said seriously every word, extremely sure and confirmed.
"You're right, but have you ever thought about how I entered this room? You don't understand the things inherited by the orcs themselves, right? Also, even if the orcs can recognize us, you won't Just hand it over, otherwise you would have been doing this for such a long time."
Without wasting much time on this point, the white-haired young man just asked the orc old man to think more.
"…
..., this, is it, this is impossible, I am the last one, it can only be me, and it will only be me. "
The old man's body suddenly paused, and even greater disbelief appeared in the other person's eyes than before when he recognized the white-haired young man's identity. The breakthrough shock made the other person's body tremble uncontrollably.
"Well, since I, who have "died", can reappear again, then what's the impossibility for an existence as qualified as you to reappear? "
The white-haired young man answered with a smile, but Caslope's entire attention was no longer on him. All that was in front of him was the orc Basaka who was looking at him quietly.
"Are you so afraid of death?"
A faint question came out of Basaka's mouth. The old orc in front of him could not correspond to the existence in his memory. There was no trace of the legendary strong man in this old body.
Even without asking, Basaka knew how many methods the other party had used to extend his life and delay the impending aging. The water from the source pool of the Elf Tree of Life, the freezing potion of the human pharmacist, the life reshaping of the orc shaman...
But these things, either by stabilizing the body's condition or by strengthening the body's life, can give the user a longer lifespan. However, in the face of a long enough time, in the face of the legendary body that has almost reached its limit, Their effects all appear to be somewhat minimal.
From that era to the present, Caslope's posture can only be described as embarrassed, struggling feebly, waiting for death to come.
"You don't understand. You simply can't understand that kind of fear. Everything will move away from you as time goes by. What you originally had will no longer exist. Power is like an illusory bubble, fleeting!"
The old orc man became excited and roared at the orc Barsaka in a voice that was several times higher than when he was talking to the white-haired young man. Anger, unwillingness, disbelief, fear... extremely complex emotions were mixed in the chest and abdomen of the old man. Inside, I almost want to explode.
"Did you abide by the agreement to help remove the flaws of the orcs? I think the orc kingdom has not changed much compared to the past, right?"
In stark contrast to the old man's excitement, the orc Barsaka just asked in a straightforward manner.
"Why do you do that? You and I are not on the same journey. Don't you understand? The original promise was the general trend. Do I have any other choice besides agreeing? But I don't have to do it. This is how the blood of those orcs should be. , they are warriors, and we are monarchs, there is no need to change the difference between rage, a talent that belongs to the orcs."
Facing Basaka's questioning, the old man became more and more excited. His skinny arms touched the objects under the pillow, and then suddenly stabbed at the orc in front of him.
"Qiang!"
The long sword stabbed the orc in the abdomen, but facing this strong body, it only made a sound of gold and iron when it collided, making it difficult to move forward.
"Snapped."
Strong hands rested on the neck of the old orc man.
"That's right, we are not on the same journey. I will probably never understand your thoughts, so be it. Let me walk the rest of the way. There is no need to expect you to understand."
Basaka looked at the hysterical old man in front of him and spoke calm words from his mouth.
"Crack."
The hands that crossed quickly twisted off the head of Caslope, the king of the Blood Fang Empire.
"What do I say, some things will never change if we don't make changes. Don't worry, what we want to accomplish is to make sure that what this guy failed to do is completed."
The white-haired young man said to the orc Barsaka. Magic power and void energy surged on the orc's face, transforming his face and even body shape into the same shape as the king of the Bloodfang Empire who was killed by him.
"The Orc Empire has hardly changed over the years. Its strength has indeed improved compared to the past, but it is still the same in essence. But because of this, the Orcs' special way of passing on knowledge makes them different from other intelligent races. There are many beings who remember us, so we need to solve this problem first."
As he spoke, he threw the old man's body into the space crack and allowed it to be cut into pieces by the violent space faults. At the same time, he began to communicate with the buildings 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 in the mainland. With the resources at his disposal, it is probably quite simple to extend his life based on that theory. It is a pity that he chose to close the orc kingdom. Those things have nothing to do with him. It doesn’t matter.”
After casually commenting on Caslope's actions, the white-haired young man opened the door to the palace of the King of the Bloodfang Empire. Barsaka, who had changed his appearance and body shape, walked out amidst the respectful salutes of the orc guards outside.
At the same time, on the battlefield that was almost completely over, the earth began to shake, and buildings similar to the ruins and spiers that had appeared in the Orc Kingdom broke out of the ground, like a submarine emerging from the deep sea, from nowhere. It came from everywhere, penetrated the water, and began to open up the boundary between two different areas.
