Villain Lord: Both The Player And The Protagonist Want To Kill Me

Chapter 541 Furious Korkle

In the second half of the night, Samro woke up in a daze.

The night wind brought a little dampness to my face.

The night in the desert is like this. During the day it is a roasting furnace, and at night it is a cold ice cave.

"hiss--"

Samro bared his teeth and felt a dull pain in his head.

He reached out and touched the back of his head, his hands were sticky.

When he took it in front of his eyes, he saw that it was his own blood that had not yet dried up.

"Oops!"

Samro secretly said something bad and quickly checked himself.

The clothes were well worn and the package in her arms was still there.

Samro touched the animal skin, and felt the touch of hard objects and parchment rolls inside.

"Fortunately, they are all still there."

He breathed a sigh of relief and had time to check his surroundings.

There is a tall weathered rock next to it, a few cacti are shadowy in the night, and there are a few small stones scattered at the feet.

One of the pieces was the size of an adult's fist, with some blood stains on the tip.

Samro picked up the stone and looked at it carefully, then glanced at the weathered rock next to it, and an idea flashed in his mind.

"Could it be that a rock blown down by the wind just hit me in the head?"

Although this speculation is outrageous, it seems very reasonable at this time.

After all, only stones would not touch the things on his body, nor would they touch his clothes.

In addition, Samro could not imagine that anyone would rob a big man like him at night.

For such a thing, Samro secretly said that he was unlucky and could only admit that he was unlucky.

"Time is running out. I have to return after delivering the things."

Samro muttered, not bothering to bandage the back of his head, activated Wind Step and disappeared into the dusk.

Noon the next day.

Samuro successfully arrived at the Orc Court.

He knelt on one knee in the center of the king's tent and presented the package to the Beast King.

"Your Majesty, fortunately, we have found the Tears of the Poseidon, and Commander Pate has also discovered some new information, which has been recorded in the parchment."

"Not bad!" A rare smile appeared on the serious face of the Beast King Kurkol.

He gave orders to his left and right, ordering them to bring water and food to Samro.

Anyone could see that Samuro used the Wind Step to run back all the way.

You can imagine the hardships along the way.

However, the moment he opened the package, the smile on his face gradually solidified as if petrified.

The corners of his mouth twitched crazily, and his murderous eyes fell on Samuro, who was eating and drinking, and the fire and anger in him were gradually accumulating like the rising tide.

"Samuro!!!!"

Finally, Korkel couldn't hold back his roar.

The dozing orc priests standing on both sides were so frightened that they almost peed because of the roar.

"Is this the Poseidon's Tears you found? A broken stone?!"

Kurkel cursed loudly, picked up the wrapped stone and threw it at Samuro who was eating.

The key is that before it hits, the stone flies out of the king's tent and pierces the body of a desert flying dragon.

The desert flying dragon only had time to cry out before falling to the ground and dying.

"This, this...Your Majesty..." Samro hesitated.

He also noticed that what the Beast King threw just now was just an ordinary stone.

When was Tears of the Poseidon dropped?

Samro suddenly remembered the time when he was unconscious last night.

This made him unable to help but give himself two slaps angrily.

Why didn't you open it and check it at that time?

But even if he opened it and checked it, it would probably be meaningless. Where could he find it in the vast desert?

"Your Majesty, I was attacked last night. It was probably at that time that the Poseidon's Tears were stolen..." Samro knelt on the ground and cried through gritted teeth: "It must be those people from the Southern Continent. The people of Poseidon did it, and the people of Kalunkaya stole the Tears of Poseidon. They must have some use for the Tears of Poseidon, so they saw the opportunity and stole it a second time! Ah! Despicable foreigners!"

Korkle frowned.

He wanted to kill Samuro, but he was sensible.

Samuro is extremely talented and is very promising to become the leader of the orcs.

Immediately executing someone for making a mistake is considered self-mutilation, and orcs don't have that many hands and feet to amputate.

He said nothing, letting Samro kneel on the ground crying and reflecting. The other orcs around him were also as silent as a chill.

Everyone knows that the Beast King is in a very bad mood right now.

Korkle picked up the parchment in the package and looked at it carefully.

It's in Pate's handwriting, so there's nothing wrong with that.

[...Your Majesty, the Tears of the Poseidon have been found and sent back. It was finally determined that the thief of the Tears of the Poseidon came from Kalunkaya in the southern continent, and people from this country are still launching an invasion plan against the Winter Empire. , I heard that the countries in the Southern Continent have never given up their ambitions for the Northern Continent, so you must be careful...]

After reading the parchment scrolls.

Korkle's frown deepened.

He didn't believe that Kalenkaya was messing with them orcs.

But it was Pat who said this.

That is a mature and stable orc.

Besides, various things cannot come out of nowhere.

Now that the Poseidon's Tears were lost again, it was very obvious that the other party deliberately stole the Poseidon's Tears.

Korkel took a deep breath and glanced at the fox-faced priest beside him.

The fox-faced priest walked to Samuro's side knowingly and gently touched the top of Samuro's head.

"Your Majesty, Samro did not lie."

Kurkel nodded when he heard the words. He leaned tiredly on the animal leather seat. The anger in his eyes gradually disappeared, but it was like a dull volcano, brewing more terrifying anger.

"Southern Continent, Kalenkaya...damn it!"

After a while, he slapped the table viciously.

"Take this stupid orc and put him in solitary confinement for a year! What's the use if he can't do a small thing well!?"

This was already a light punishment, and the orcs around him knew this.

But this does not mean that the Beast King's anger has dissipated. They will all be cautious in their words and actions in the next month.

"Sir Hartle, can you still use an illusion to look back?" Kurkler asked.

The fox-faced priest shook his head regretfully.

The cost of using the illusion retroactively is very high, and there is no way to use it a second time in a short period of time.

If they could be used at will, the orcs would have been invincible long ago by relying on illusions to look back and obtain information.

"Can't? Okay."

Korkle clasped his hands together and sighed.

The queen's condition cannot be delayed any longer.

Now that Poseidon's Tears were lost again, he could only start a backup plan.

Since the Poseidon's Tears were stolen by Kalenkaya's people.

That's just right. Get the sacrifices needed to lift the curse from Karen Kaya!