The whistling mountain wind blew, mixed with the smell of fire and sulfur.
Claure took a deep breath and felt much more relaxed. Even the dark red eyes exposed in the narrow gap of the iron helmet became a little brighter.
It has been a while since he came to this world. The cold air in the mountains has always made him uncomfortable, and his little darlings don't like it either.
Now the renovation project is bearing fruit. The sulfurous air smells so fresh, and the temperature here has also risen a lot.
No matter where Klauer goes, there will always be a pack of salivating and barking hellhounds around him. These creatures are the only things Klauer cares about, and he protects them like family.
Some bold demons even secretly mock them as relatives, but those who dare to openly attack or laugh at Krall will be torn to pieces by these loyal hounds with their sharp teeth.
In fact, for Krall, these hellhounds are much more reliable than his demon subordinates or the degenerates of other races. When people say that they are relatives, he really doesn't care in his heart.
Moreover, in fact, the reason why he worked hard during this period was just to give his babies a comfortable environment.
The dark red eyes reflected the figures of the orcs below.
Watching them knocking awkwardly, and from time to time orcs screaming and falling into the magma below, Krall didn't care at all.
If you die, just die.
Every time an orc screams, the other orcs become even more frightened, and the speed of the project has slowed down again in the past few days.
Still, Krall didn't care.
Anyway, after the initial start of the project a few days ago, it has become warm here, and his life has been better. Who cares when those orcs can complete the project.
As for the heavy casualties of the orcs, there are more orcs outside anyway, as well as slaves who are being captured by the orcs or sold by their own race, so the project will never stop.
This is enough.
Stretching out his little finger and picking out his nose, Claure slowly prepared to go back.
As a supervisor, just taking a look at it every day is already fulfilling your responsibilities, isn't it?
Anyway, he was just making a living, so why did he work so hard? He couldn't get a promotion or a salary increase.
Alas, promotion and salary increase are really a distant word.
In the past, the dogs around me were all white or golden, and they didn't have three heads. Although it was a bit dull at that time, the entertainment activities were really rich.
Now?
Seeing that he was entangled in iron chains and that his red and hard skin was covered with various iron nails, Claure really felt that living was a hard thing.
Of course, he refused to let him die.
Since becoming this bird-like, he has become more and more aware that death is often not the end, especially in his situation, so it is better not to die.
So, it’s better to take good care of your dog.
As soon as he turned around, he saw someone walking towards him slowly.
A pale-skinned orc!
Krall's pupils suddenly shrank, and there were almost only two small red dots left in his eyes in the iron helmet, staring at the Orc King who appeared silently not far behind him.
"Bodrogo, what are you doing here?" A hoarse voice sounded, while Krall comforted his hounds.
Ignoring Krall's words and turning a blind eye to the hostile threats of those hellhounds, Bodrogo just walked over unhurriedly.
Far stronger and taller than ordinary orcs, and with a resolute and deep temperament, he is born with an unusual majesty.
Just now, it was just to show off the muscles to the other party. As long as the purpose was achieved, there was no need to make the two parties too stiff, and.
"This Kraul is an interesting guy." He thought to himself, Bodrogo glanced at the other person calmly, then looked down for a while before speaking.
"I just came to see if all the orcs here are dead." Bodrogo said these words indifferently, as if he was not the king of the orcs.
Kraul was also stunned when he heard Bodrogo's words. The Orc King was more ruthless than he thought, and his words also made him confused.
"What do you mean?" Krall's biggest headache is this kind of person. Can't you just talk properly? It's so hard to think about it.
"Literally." When a half-orc was knocking on the rocks, maybe he was a little tired, and his body suddenly fell backwards.
Watching him fall into the hot magma below, the despair in the screams echoed in the mountain, but Bodrogo's figure did not move at all.
Although he could actually save the orc if he wanted to.
Did you see yourself?
Seeing that the other person's hand stretched out towards the sky was scorched little by little, and then slowly sank into the magma, the expression on Bodrogo's face did not change at all.
There was no emotion in his ice-blue pupils except indifference, like the ice that remained unchanged for thousands of years at the top of Assanubi Mountain.
Turning around, Bodrogo suddenly said something.
"Clauer, your dog is really well raised."
This sentence is inexplicable.
Seeing Bodrogo's figure walking further and further away, Klauer really wanted to shout loudly, can everyone be more honest!
However, that doesn't fit with my personality.
After picking his nostrils, Klauer looked at the back, determined to cause some trouble for the other party.
"Bergzan is really a nice young man. Yesterday we sent 3,000 people, half of them were (orc) strong young men."
It seemed that he was talking to himself, but Claure was sure that the other party could hear clearly. Although the other party's figure did not pause at all, and even the length of his steps did not change at all, Claure was in a good mood.
Humming an incoherent tune, Klauer stopped looking at Bodrogo and staggered towards the other side.
When he was in the legion, because he was not born a demon, and often refused to communicate with other demons, and stayed with the hellhounds all year round, many people called him the "Head Dog".
But these people don't understand that being a quiet dog is much safer than a talking "person".
Because dogs are often more sensitive than people.
The son is not like the father, so what can he do!
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Zhenlei Fort.
Wang Yuanheng walked leisurely, turned a corner, and saw the first tavern he entered in Zhenlei Castle.
The figure was there as expected, and he pretended not to see it.
These days, he has gradually guessed the other party's thoughts, but he is not yet sure about the other party's specific identity.
If anything, it might be easier if only Dan En could do it, since the other party wouldn't be able to reveal his identity directly.
However, Dann seemed not to be at Thunderbolt Castle these two days. When he asked Aiba Chiaston, the other party did not tell him specifically, but just said that the prince was safe.
Therefore, Wang Yuanheng had no choice but to put in "120%" effort and do more work reluctantly.
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