Chapter 832 - 831: None
As if some mechanism had been triggered, Dubi’s wide eyes flashed a crimson red, and he charged toward the mud cave with a fierce expression on his face.
Otto and the Orc beside him were startled and rushed to hold him back, "Dubi, what are you doing? Calm down."
Dubi’s blood-red eyes, wild like those of a raging beast, stared at Otto and the Orc with a gaze brimming with desperate murderous intent, his pristine teeth stained with fresh blood, "Let go of me, my companion and offspring are waiting for me to rescue them, let go of me!!!"
The strength of a first-level evolved Orc was undoubtedly formidable, and Otto and the Orc felt their arms taut like strained vines, ready to snap with just a little more force.
"Let him go." Otto’s voice was soft, and hearing this the Orc beside him looked surprised, instinctively releasing his grip.
Dubi crawled straight forward and, in the blink of an eye, disappeared into the pitch-black mud cave.
The Orc felt a tightness in his heart and turned to look at Otto whose gaze was deep, "Why? There’s no chance of survival for his companion and offspring thrown into that mud cave."
Otto gave a bitter smile. Thinking that everything had happened because of Ola, whom he had supported, felt as if his heart had been torn open, causing him immense discomfort, "We couldn’t hold him back. The mud cave poses no danger to us, the Armored Crocodile Orcs. Once he confirms the death of the female and the offspring, we won’t need to say anything."
The Orc fell silent at these words, his eyes complex as he stared at the dark cave entrance, thinking about Dubi’s mate and the small offspring, feeling as if he was standing in a cold forest in the dead of winter, chilling to the bone.
What on earth had happened to the tribe?
The two Orcs stood outside the cave deep in thought. The cave echoed with the slap-slap-slap of hitting sounds; it was Dubi searching for his mate and offspring who had been thrown in there.
But there was nothing—he had searched every corner of the mud cave, which had been the place of disposal for many guilty beasts.
Yet now, the pitch-black mud cave was terrifyingly clean, with no deceased Orc bodies, not even a single skeleton.
So, like those punished Orcs, his mate and the young were swallowed by the mud cave, leaving behind nothing.
The body of the Armored Crocodile Orc allowed him to soak in the stinky black mud without sinking.
Even soaking in the black mud, it felt as though he was being embraced by his mate and offspring.
The crimson in the Orc’s eyes finally faded bit by bit, replaced by an even more terrifying heavy darkness.
They were the eyes of a regular Orc, but the deadness within made one feel as though they were being targeted by some dreadful presence.
The slapping sound stopped for a long time, and just when Otto and the Orc couldn’t resist moving closer to check, the sound of black mud being disturbed rang out from the cave once more.
Then, a dark and towering figure of an Orc emerged from the mouth of the mud cave.
At that moment, Otto and the Orc finally sensed something different about Dubi—the deep, dark aura of dead silence emanating from within him was enough to chill one to the bone.
"Dubi?" Otto took a step forward and softly called out Dubi’s name.
The Orc showed no reaction as he walked past Otto and the other Orc, heading outside.
Every step left a pitch-black footprint on the ground—the black mud from the cave, mirroring Dubi’s current state of mind.
Dubi’s lifeless demeanor worried Otto and the Orc, but all they could do was silently follow behind her.