Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

889  Chapter 889- Why Don't You Let Me Join In The Fun!! (5)

Thought as she much, she couldn't figure out why her master would do so. The race of Orcs were weak, their strength and potential were limited. Their race was divided, their king corrupt and they were being targeted by other powerful races of the forest.

 In short, they had no value in her eyes. She wasn't the smartest among her sisters, nor she was the strongest. She excelled at a few things and to top of it all, she was bad at housework.

Nevertheless, as a warrior dubbed as a Valkyrie, she had enough discerning ability to tell the worth of the warrior when she saw one.

It was because of this reason that she knew the race of orcs was not worth her master's protection. When he faces future enemies who are much more stronger than the ones they have faced until now, the orcs wouldn't be able to aid him.

They were weak.

Of course, this thought wasn't something her master shared. He not only helped them avoid extinction, but even took them under his wing, nurturing and supporting them with all kinds of resources and means.

He believed in them and as a result of which, their efforts which bore fruit, stood right in front of her eyes.

They have evolved, gaining strength and reaching heights she thought wasn't possible for them.

As she observed the powerful line up that the clan of orcs brought with them, Bea couldn't help but look at them with a new light.

"To be able to achieve even something like this… master really can do anything"

Saying so, she hurriedly shifted her eyes and looked at an area in the sky where the space distorted and a couple of figure appeared with a flash of light. Her body moved and she quickly disappeared from her place.

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Back at the area where the three kings were fighting… Gil-Garna looked down condescendingly, his figure overbearing and filled with confidence.

Below him, the two kings who glared at him with hatred and caution, prepared their attacks.

"Since you haven't learned your lessons, let me beat the gulf between our strengths inside your brains. I wanted to keep this skill for when I fight with that demon and his minions but tch… it couldn't be helped. I will quickly deal with you guys before I make that demon pay for all this"

Saying so, Gil-Garna tapped into the air and took out something from out of nowhere. A simple action; however, the meaning that they entailed was significant.

For the second time since facing the ogre king, Yverza and Shasurna had their eyes wide open in surprise.

"Be glad that you guys will be the first one to experience it…" n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Gil-Garna grinned. He was just about to reveal his trump card when his attention was suddenly attracted towards the huge number of presence that appeared on the floor at this instant.

What is going on? The two kings seemingly also sensing the changes, glanced in that direction.

There they could see a large army come out of the forest. They were led by beings that they could not recognise nevertheless, felt faint familiarity from.

"They are… Diluvian High Orcs?!!"

The Emerald Viperlord muttered. He could see many creatures that resembled Diluvian High Orcs from the Ghastly Winding Forest amongst the group.

The Diluvian High Orcs who had been exterminated from the forest... who knew that they had taken refugee inside the dungeon.

 It was widely known in the forest that the race of ogres and orcs were enemies and had been fighting each other for tens of years. It was only recently that this long standing enmity was over with the complete defeat of the orcs.

They were exterminated until not even a single member of their race remained… or so it should have been. However, at this moment there were several thousands of orcs standing right in front of them.

The Emerald Viperlord and the Ivory Terraquake Rhino shifted their eyes towards the ogre king.

The one who had enmity with the orcs was him and he was also the one who had released their news of extermination.

Seeing the orcs who should have been exterminated by his subordiantes, standing right in frint of his eyes, Gil-garna couldn't help but frown.

What was going on? The orcs were exterminated by his clan, he had personally made sure to check its authenticity by sending his right hand man Gish-Bagh.

However contrary to his expectation, there they were standing right in front of him. Were they taken in by the demon before he could completely finish them off?

 It was the only possible answer. At that time when he came to pick up the reward of his efforts, the ancient beast carcass, the main objective behind him starting this war was missing along with their king Belgarious.

At first, he thought that the orc king had run away but even after searching wide and far for him, they failed to find the slightest trace of him.

Ever since then, he had been suspecting a certain someone for their intervention. Who knew that the ancient carcass was taken by the master of the dungeon?

 "Good, I shall make you pay for the last time too"

Muttering to himself, Gil-Garna clenched his hands. The three kings who were about to duke it out and settle this battle, suddenly found themselves halting their attacks and take a back step to observe the situation.

A weird stalemate had formed with both the parties staring at each other with weird eyes. The battle on the 91st floor suddenly took a new turn with the appearance of appearance of orc army led by beings they haven't seen before.

As unexpected and unforeseeable as it was, the real turn in the situation was about to come. Following the appearance of a large number of orc army, a couple of figures also arrived at the top of the floor like ghosts.

They stood in the air as if there was an invisible pedestal beneath their feet and looked down at the entire floor from their vantage point.