Dust of History Chapter 91: Rampage (Part 1)

The lord of Cedros is dead and assassinated!

The whole of Oufu has become an active volcano that may erupt at any time, and the order that was once orderly has disappeared.

There are extremely excited orcs howling and crying everywhere, waving their weapons and hitting the ground and walls. If there were not some prestigious elders who could stay awake and stop the actions of the clansmen, I am afraid that Oufu would It's completely out of control.

Sedros is not the **** in the minds of the orcs. God is just a thing for sustenance and worship. Sometimes it is great and lofty, but there is absolutely no one in the wild who is truly worthy of respect and admiration. People are more touching. And Sedros is more than worthy of respect and admiration for orcs. The reason why they can survive until now, can have such a city that was completely unimaginable before, and can have an equal status with human beings, all of this is given to them by Cedros.

He is not God, and God does not have his status.

Oufu is filled with the mournful howls of orcs, almost half of the orcs are in a semi-furious state, and the air is full of the strong smell of hormones emitted by the orcs when they are furious, as if they are crazy about Sedros It's not the orcs, but the city he built.

In the heart of Oufu, in the huge city hall. This place is completely different from other places, there is no commotion and chaos at all, only a heavy atmosphere so solemn that it almost drips lead juice.

In the city lord's office, Sedros' body was still lying quietly on the ground. The strong smell of blood still lingered in the room, it was all the blood from Sedros' body. The energetic old man was just a silent corpse now, lying in the dried blood in a horrific manner, showing the huge **** in his throat.

A **** dagger was inserted horizontally on the door beam, which was the only clue left by the murderer. Nothing in the house has moved, it's all right and wrong for Gru to see clearly. He just got the news this morning. Came back from the Sand Fes Mountains.

"Celeste..." Gru reached out and pulled the dagger from the beam. This is a cross-like silver dagger, both the blade and the handle are engraved with countless precise patterns, it is the tool used by the church court to execute the final execution of the heinous heretics. His voice was as heavy as throwing pieces of lead to the ground one by one. His eyes and expression are no longer as unpredictable as the usual deep sea that cannot be seen through. Although it seems that there is no change, no one dares to look directly into his eyes, or even dare to approach him.

The half-orc outside the door whimpered and said: "I haven't found so many clues yet. Including the room where Lord Sedros was killed, the werewolf elders who are best at tracking have been checked. Excited, but he checked carefully, and he said that he found no trace of anyone coming in, not even a smell... But there are obviously traces of the city lord fighting the assassin..."

"It's not a fight, he has no chance to fight at all, one blow is fatal..." Amidst the creaking sound, the silver dagger twisted and deformed like a piece of waste paper under Gru's palm. "Is there anything else..."

"This morning, the scorpions in charge of patrolling in the south came to report that the wyvern seemed to smell some huge bird near a bush. It is estimated that a griffin passed by there..."

"Gather all the tribal leaders immediately and hold a meeting." Gru said coldly. The voice was calm, but the orc couldn't help shivering.

Gru's hands had already been crumpled into a ball of iron and flew out, and then there was a bang, and a wall made of boulders collapsed.

"Everyone, I do not agree with this decision." Mr. Borugan stood on the chair and said.

"Didn't you hear our question? Dwarf, we are asking how long it will take you to gather all the troops and how to arrange them to pass in the shortest time..." an ogre leader howled loudly. His eyes were bloodshot, if it weren't for the reason he had cultivated in Oufu all these years. The rage that almost drove him mad had already caused him to tear every human being he could see to pieces.

Borugan-sama tried his best to swing his arms, but even so his stature was much shorter than the sitting orcs. As insignificant as his voice: "Everyone. I know that you are very sad about the death of Lord Sedros, but you must also know that it is not reasonable for us to do this..."

"Didn't you hear us?" The roar of the orcs drowned his voice immediately.

"This matter is a bit weird. Although Celeste has long wanted the life of Lord Cedros, but... Anyway, this thing seems not right... If they really have the ability to do this, they should have already You did it like this, and the assassination was postponed until now..." Borugan-sama tried hard to raise his voice, almost yelling. "And. Our advantage lies in potential and development...we don't need to..."

A louder roar almost knocked Lord Borugan down, and several orcs who were already half-crazed due to over-excitement almost rushed towards him.

Rationality is useless in the face of out-of-control emotions, especially these orcs whose instincts are far beyond reason. Although Ming

Knowing this, Lord Borugan was still very unwilling. He sighed secretly, and murmured: "Lord Cedros is dead... Although I respect him, he is already dead. People are not worth living for him..."

With a loud bang, Borugan-sama completely collapsed on the chair, and debris rained down from the sky, with the back of the chair behind him,

And the wall further back, and his hair.

He didn't have time to comb his hair today, and it probably won't be fair to do it again from now on, he's almost bald now. The hair that was originally thick and unkempt was now only left with some uneven short piles, and the rest of the hair, as well as the chair and the wall behind him, shattered and flew all over the sky.

"Don't talk nonsense that might irritate me, answer the question." Gru sat opposite, didn't seem to move at all, his tone was calm, his eyes were so deep that they could swallow people in and crush them into pieces.

All the orcs fell silent. The orcs who were so excited just now, as if they could tear him to pieces at any time, all stopped moving. They all looked at Gru.

Sweat poured down Borugan-sama's head like a brook, he knew that if he missed it a little bit, the pieces of his head would be shattered by the dancing dance in the sky. And this little bit is not deliberately left room, maybe in Gru's heart or a certain muscle in his hand, it is really true.

It's just a little bit of distance.

Only then did he know why these orcs, who should have considerable self-control and rationality as leaders, lost control like this.

That anger is not pure, it does not come from themselves, it is more from the fear that they are not even aware of. This fear comes

Self and the master here, the one who has influenced them from the deepest subconscious.

Murderous aura, that is not the usual, overflowing murderous aura, but a murderous aura that comes from deeper, no one can feel it but no one can not be affected by it.

Gru doesn't seem to be too excited or angry, but in fact he may be the most angry and excited person here. The murderous aura and intent to kill had overflowed and spread to everyone around him.

These orc leaders can't feel anything, but the instinct in the deepest part of their soul tells them that they are standing next to a wild and furious giant beast, and they may be torn to pieces at any time, that's why they are so anxious I can't contain my anger.

Borugan-sama is very clear that under such circumstances, pointless persistence is completely unnecessary. Not wanting to be the first to be torn to shreds by this gigantic beast, he replied with a long sigh, "I see."

Contrary to the atmosphere that Oufuna was about to explode, Calendo was still so calm, as if nothing could ever happen here, especially this small wooden house that was even considered remote here.

"Are you sure about Oufu's reaction?"

"Predicting the actions of beasts is much simpler than predicting people's actions, because their reactions are very direct. Oufu is not a guy without a mind, but most of them are beasts with simple minds and strong impulses. What do they have in their hands? I know the cards, so I also know how they will react..." The cardinal dressed as a commoner smiled confidently. He's playing with the half of Granny Al's scepter in his hand ~IndoMTL.com~ I hope everything goes according to your plan. "

"You should have some confidence in the development of the situation... In fact, you don't have to worry about it that much."

"Aren't you worried?" Grandma Al turned around, looked at the bishop and asked indifferently. "If things go wrong, I won't let you go, unless you hide under Magnus' **** in the Castle of Glory for the rest of your life. Otherwise, I guarantee that your end will be a hundred times worse than that of Sedros."

"You should know that I absolutely don't like that place." The bishop smiled wryly. "But now I'm really worried, but it's not about this, but about my cute little ally. I don't know how she's doing there."

"You must be clear, even if you are respected, a deal is a deal. If she can't do what she says, nothing will be possible. I believe in your ability, and you must also believe in mine arrange..."

The cardinal's smile is still so elegant, confident, and graceful, and there is no sign of panic. He repeatedly looked at the half of the scepter in his hand, okay

As if trying to see a flower from above.