Chapter 297: He only has three possible futures.
"Reminder?"
Elder Thaloren looked at Naga Swordmaster Orykas with a half-smile, half-sneer. "You think I was reminding him?"
"W-Wasn’t it?" Orykas blinked, clearly confused.
Thaloren sighed and shook his head, exasperated. "You really ought to use your brain more. Sometimes, brains are more useful than brute strength."
Then his eyes gleamed with a cold glint as he chuckled darkly.
"Those big shots up there—they want Sea King Maelthorak’s Primordial Force to grow stronger. You think the Lord of Emerald Castle doesn’t want the same thing?"
"No, he definitely does! He needs it—desperately!" Orykas said, catching on. "He’s a newly established independent lord. Sure, he’s got power and freedom now, but that also means he’s surrounded by enemies. No one wants to see a new power rise up and start carving out territory. And let’s not forget—he’s got three Crimson Ultimate heroes under his command!"
Orykas paused, frowning in confusion.
"But Elder Thaloren... what are you getting at?"
"Those three Crimson Ultimate heroes are his trump card, right? His biggest advantage. But the way you’re talking..."
"Exactly. They are his greatest asset," Thaloren nodded, his tone turning serious. "But don’t forget—they’re still young."