To make a long story short, in a minute, the elf soldiers told the Black Dragon Emperor the process and the causes and consequences of the incident.


    Caesar closed his eyes. Because of the hypervelocity fusion breath, the other party''s caster could not erase the trace after transmission in the future. Although the psionic power could not provide the effect of instantaneous movement, it was easy to find the shadow. In five seconds, the black dragon had determined the approximate location of the other Party''s final destination.


    Chase.


    According to the information provided by the kingdom of Tiya, there can be no second caster in the other party''s army, that is, within the next hour after completing an instant transfer, the dark orcs can only rely on various gain spells to travel with their feet.


    One hour is enough. Caesar can fly back to the black wing empire from elsala in only two hours!


    The Black Dragon Emperor handed over the remaining orcs on the battlefield to the arrived Malha reinforcements to deal with them in cooperation with the kingdom of Tiya. He spread his cold and ferocious wings again, rose into the sky, left a huge sonic boom cloud and disappeared immediately.


    ……


    Carlo Dan pulled away the thorns in front of him and stepped into the swamp full of rotten smell. The excessively wet soil made his feet sink 20 cm. The dark beasts staggered forward in this terrain.


    "Damn it." he scolded in a low voice, "do we have to go this way? Luka, this is the opposite direction. We are returning to the front battlefield by a tortuous route."


    "That''s the way we''re going, chief." the shaman said, "the speed of that living body is faster than you and I imagine. He can leave his voice behind. Carlottan, you know how much resistance it will bear from the material plane. The mortal body will be broken down in that state."


    "I know very well," said Caroline, "so we have to retreat. But tell me, now, why are we going back?"


    "Because of thought." the shaman pointed to his head with a sharp claw. "When I left, I had come to erase the traces of casting. If he or it found the end of our transmission, he or it should subconsciously chase South without clear guidance, and finally cross us."


    "Do you think it can catch up with us?" asked Caroline.


    "Maybe."


    Shamans don''t look like joking. Although in the normal cognition of aladdia, they must fight magic with magic. It''s no different from a fool''s dream to catch up with and transfer magic with two feet or four hoofs, but some overly powerful creatures can really break people''s cognition, "there''s no big mistake in being careful," he said.


    "You always have your reason, which was the case before." Caroline groaned and asked, "so, do you think of a way to remove control?"


    Although Monet can force them to obey orders, they can''t imprison their thoughts. The black orcs are very grateful to Monet for helping them rebuild their bodies, place their souls and enable them to walk again in Aladia with a new face and identity. They are also willing to fight for Monet, but not in this way.


    "At present, No." Shaman shook his head. "The only way out of control is to abandon this shell, but it will eventually return to the starting point of everything, unless... We can create a new body for ourselves and survive in a way similar to undead creatures."


    "I can''t stand it," said Caroline. He grabbed a swamp lizard, pinched his neck and threw it to the soldiers behind him. "As undead, even if we can rebuild the skaron Dynasty, is it still the original Orc dynasty? It''s just the country of the dead."


    "What''s the difference between life and death? Whether undead or orc, I''m still me," said the shaman.


    "Are you Luca Monet or Luca scaron?"


    No one knows that there are two derivatives in the black orcs. Monet created twins last time and implanted the souls of two equally powerful ancient orcs, but now there seems to be a difference between the two. Caroline roared, "I think you have forgotten your previous name, but I still remember, Caroline scaron. If I were not an orc, I wouldn''t be..."


    Before Carlo Dan finished his words, the two derivatives all looked shocked and clenched the huge blade and bone staff to be ready: "it really caught up."


    A minute later, the meteor from the sky fell to the earth and hit everyone in front of it. In the surging shock wave and violent dull noise, the water in the wetland was evaporated to dryness within three seconds. This area collapsed for several layers in an instant and turned into solid and dry hard soil.


    A tall humanoid monster covered with horns and bones slowly stood up from the impact pit caused by it in the surging smoke and water vapor.


    "I''ve got you." the monster said, "I''m full of the rich blood of the elves. Where do you want to escape? Who''s Caroline?"


    "I am." carlottan walked at the front of the line, so he didn''t need to step forward. He held up his huge blade and asked, "who are you? Devil?"


    The monster didn''t answer the question at all. He looked at him and said to himself, "you can rest as long as you want, Carlo Dan. You seem to be the leader of the dark orcs. I''ll give you a fair duel. If you win, you can live; if you lose, you die, and all your people will die."


    Caroline understood that the other party was repeating what he had said to the ELF KING before. It seemed that the ELF KING was dead and the other party came to revenge, but it had only one, but it sounded like surrounded them with countless servants.


    "Put on airs." the shaman smiled, and the lightning brewing in his hand: "the warriors of skaron, listen to my orders."


    "Wait."


    Carlottan said, reaching out to stop the Shaman''s next move: "I''ll fight it."


    "Are you crazy!" the shaman whispered. "We don''t have to waste time at this time."


    "You''re crazy, Luca!" Caroline replied in a louder voice. "You''ve forgotten who you are. The skaron royal family will never shrink back when challenged in the battlefield. Look at the soldiers behind you, fool."


    Shaman looked back when he heard the speech and found that each black Orc focused on himself, weapons down, and expressed his position in silence.


    "Stupid." Shaman scolded and could only step back.


    "Carlottan, fight in the name of Monet." carlottan hit him hard with his fists. He said solemnly that he was not stupid. The shaman priest could feel the strength of the other party. He could do it, but the tradition of skaron told him not to shrink back timidly, and he didn''t want to shrink back himself.


    "Caesar tangrian," said the monster, without a word, and clawed the dark Orc leader.


    Caroline is ready, ready, bow, run, accelerate, bend your knees, jump, jump and cut!


    When the black orcs were ready, Caesar did not move; When the black orcs ran, Caesar did not move; Caesar did not move when the black Orc jumped and cut; Caesar didn''t move until the giant blade came.


    Hit the target!


    Even carlottan didn''t expect to hit so easily. He was ready to change his moves, but it seems to be useless now. He was killed when he hit the head


    The giant blade hit Caesar''s head. The hit point was on the upper side of Caesar''s eyes and was stuck in the middle of the four horns on the head of the second form. The next second, the edge of the black giant blade collapsed in the burning spark. Cardoze suffered a huge reaction force and his arms spasmed.


    The incredible changes did not discourage the orc soldiers. After landing, carlottan turned half over and kicked across the hardest and most fragile knee of the humanoid body.


    The spike on the iron boot broke.