Legendary Mage

Moline was imprisoned in the jail of the Gadra tribe, which was his second time in prison. Morin really sighed his fate. He entered prison for the first time, and was sentenced to death before he was able to get out. Is he going to die again?

In fact, Morin thought so much. Wald had no idea how to deal with Morin.

The reason is simple. Although Mo Lin sneaked up like a lava cave this time, his behavior was completely predictable.

Originally, Mo Lin had made a request to enter the lava cave. It seems that he hoped to enter there to enhance his strength, just like those shamans.

It's just that he didn't get the qualification to enter, so he chose to enter there in this way. If this is the basis for determining that Moline is going to be detrimental to Gadra, this will not convince Walder at all.

With his instinct, Wald felt that Morin was definitely a sincere and honest person, and he would definitely not be a spy who mixed into the tribe. He recalled what Morin said to himself, which made him more convinced of his intuition.

In the dark night, Wald thought hard in his big tent. A sense of loneliness and endless darkness struck him. The big chief suddenly felt that there was a crisis that was about to come. He turned to look at the door of the big tent, and his steel-colored eyes shrank.

There was an orc standing in the doorway, and the night wore a strange coat for him.

"Jingle bell, tinkling bell"

As the man walked into the big tent, he heard such a clear bell. It was only on this silent night that the sound did sound terrifying.

"My chieftain, what are you confused?" The visitor said with a kind smile, just like a kindly elder.

"Petrell High Priest, why don't you go back at this late hour and come to me again?" Val German said flatly.

Betzel came to Wald, and his aging body shrank morbidly before the chieftain. He stared at Wald and said, "I hope to hear your verdict on that man."

Wald snorted, sitting on his throne decorated with wolf skin and fangs, and said, "I have already said that you should not interfere with my things."

"Don't get me wrong, my chieftain," Bethel said humbly. "I didn't mean to intervene. I just wanted to ask. Do I, as the high priest of the tribe, have no right to ask?"

Wald looked at Betril for a while and said, "You do have such a right. I will continue to investigate Morin's case. I can't explain anything by his actions tonight. Entering the lava cave is his constant desire. You and I know that young people can’t control their desires. This is justifiable."

"It seems that this is not a direct evidence, so you can't decide." Betrier said with a smile. "However, I really didn't expect that the chieftain of the tribe could trust a human to such an extent that you I will ignore the words of my gods."

Wald said decisively: "What I need is facts, not the words of a fantasy image."

"Fact?" Betrier sneered, "You will see the truth, my chieftain. The **** said: Time will prove everything! Sorry, I have disturbed the chieftain's rest time with the fragile nerves of this old decayed body. , I will retire now, Lord Chief."

After finishing, Betril bowed to Wald and turned away slowly.

A few days later, news of Morin's imprisonment spread wildly. The entire Gadra tribe was boiling, and calls for expelling and even killing Moline were growing louder.

In such a grim situation, Oklah and Snell still went to see Moline. After the three met in prison, Oklah and Snell both expressed their absolute trust in Moline, which made Moline in prison feel greatly relieved.

However, this kind of gratification can make Mo Lin feel better, but it has no effect on his situation.

Walder, the only chieftain who can change Moline's situation, is now very distressed. Although he has the supreme authority in the tribe, but he cannot personally resist the will of the people.

Finally, he decided to expel Moline from the Gadra tribe as soon as possible. Although this approach hurt Mo Lin's face, but at least can save his life.

auzw.com After Wald made such a decision, he began writing the eviction of Morin. At this moment, a soldier suddenly came to the chief's hall to report to Waldhui: The patrol had just killed a suspicious external orc, and they found a letter on the orc.

"Where is that orc's body now?" Wald asked.

"The body has been transported outside the hall door." The soldier replied.

Wald nodded, then left the hall and went outside. In the open space in front of the hall, an orc with gray and black skin was split open, and he was lying on the ground like a dead pig.

The soldier handed the blood letter from the orc to Wald, but after receiving the letter, Wald went to check the orc.

Wald found a black flame tattoo on the orc's neck, combined with the orc's skin color, he determined that this was the orc of the evil fire clan.

"What do the orcs of the Evilfire Clan come to me with a letter?" Wald opened the letter while thinking, and the letter read:

Dear Master Maureen, it has been months since you and I performed a joint show to rescue the orc girl. You promised to investigate the lava caves of the Gadra tribe for me. What is the situation now?

To successfully conquer the Gadra tribe, it is essential to crack the secrets of lava caves. My troops have been assembled, just waiting for your news.

Today, one of my dead servants sent you to contact you, hoping to get good news from you.

The letter is written: Sagron the High Priest of the Evil Fire Clan.

"Notify other tribal officials, I will convene a meeting of chiefs!" Wald said clutching the letter with a heavy heart.

A few moments later, several chiefs of the tribe were already sitting in the chief's hall.

At the long table at the meeting was Wald, and at the other end was Bethel. On either side of the table are other tribal leaders in charge of military affairs, administration, economy, etc.

"The Chief Chief convened the Chiefs' meeting this time. Is there something big going to happen?" Betril said in surprise.

Wald looked at the old shaman, and though he was reluctant, he said: "The words of the high priest really came true. My soldier just killed a spy of the evil fire clan and found a letter from him. Come. The letter is here. Let us have a look."

Every important person read the brief letter, and each orc's expression was different. Finally, Betril looked at the letter and sneered, "It seems that this is the word of the gods, and time has proved everything. So, Chief, how do you deal with that human spy? This time this Is the evidence straightforward enough?"

Instead of seeing Betri, Wald looked around the orcs and said, "Now, this human spy is already in our hands. He is not afraid, and all I worry about is the Evil Fire Clan for our tribe. The military action to be taken."

Betril sneered and interrupted the other people's remarks. When everyone looked at him, he slowly said: "Great Chief, don't you see from this letter? As long as our lava cave The secret was not learned by the enemy, and they would not dare to act rashly."

"What is your opinion of the high priest?" Wald asked.

"It's simple, announce the crime of the human spy, and put him to death." Betrier said coldly. "Then, send more troops to guard the Shadow Valley, and don't let any unrelated people enter there."

"What do you mean?" Wald asked others after hearing Betri's advice.

Everyone talked a lot, and finally decided to follow the advice of the high priest completely.

Wald looked at Bethel opposite him, and the other person only smiled humbly, but there was a little victory in his smile.

Shortly afterwards, notices for the death sentence of Morin were posted on the tribal bulletin board.

The two continents, however, have to meet the same fate. I do not know how Mo Lin will get out this time.