"My lord, as long as you spare me, I'll do whatever you want." The one-handed Old Orc had actually taken Lezi Long's words seriously. He had seen the strange tastes of countless humans and other races. Naturally, he was willing to sacrifice his body in exchange for his life.
Deren slapped Lezi Long on the back of the neck. "What nonsense are you talking about? You... you're really going to piss me off. I'm keeping him as a gift for someone else, of course."
"Oh, so it wasn't that kind of thing." Lezi Long sounded disappointed.
What are you disappointed about? What a veteran driver who keeps making dirty jokes.
He gestured to Elaseth. "Just keep him quiet. Don't let him have a chance to turn things around."
The Moonlit War God gave a slight nod. She raised her Moonblade with both hands, and several flashes of blade-light streaked through the air. By the time she returned to her original position, the once-arrogant Dragonmaw Shaman who had dominated one region had become an Orc Cudgel.
Without waiting for Deren to speak, Aegwynn took the initiative and froze all his wounds with frost magic.
"Y-you... what are you going to do to me?" Only after losing all four limbs did the Old Orc truly feel terror. The fear of the unknown was the most frightening of all.
As he struggled, he activated the Rune Array permanently inscribed on his body, making one final attempt at resistance.
But the light of the Teleportation Spell that had just flared up went out when Aegwynn stretched out one finger and lightly tapped the air. The arrays failed. With a puff, the arrays burst apart, and several wisps of green smoke rose from Zuluhed's body.
The Old Orc was terrified once more. "W-what did you