"You're insane! Why were you staring at Mordor when you had nothing better to do?" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso complained. Even he had merely glanced at that miracle of architecture for fun; he had not dared peer into the cesspool that was Mordor. Roland had warned him in advance, after all, and Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso clearly knew that a demigod was lurking there!
"I didn't know either..." Okrian-Lujin trembled, fear and shock flickering in his eyes. Only a legendary god could make him feel as insignificant as a drop in the ocean! He had actually met a god's gaze and survived by sheer luck...
"We can't stay here!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso said with a livid expression. Okrian-Lujin's action had clearly drawn Sauron's attention to this place. If one had to be precise, this was now Orc territory!
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Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso's heart suddenly stirred, and an obscure, indescribable sensation washed over him. His expression darkened as he realized Sauron had set his sights on them! His family records contained accounts of divine awareness. Though Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso had never seen a god, it was not difficult for him to guess where this prying power came from.
"We've been noticed! Move!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso's face darkened, looking thoroughly ill-fated.
Over the Dead Marshes, a group of Warg Riders searching for food suddenly raised their heads and looked toward the sky, sensing something.
Obscure, low curses drifted from the void. Along with them came churning War Clouds. The terrifying pressure forced the Warg Riders to lower their heads, and after letting out a whimper, they were swept north by the War Clouds!
Enormous wolf claws left deep prints in the marshland, while the stench of mud scattered on the wind. At that moment, Grand Duke