Clearing the Battlefield is a Glorious Tradition [Seeking Subscriptions] [Extra Update]

Just as Mogeluo Ga Blackvein fell into a dilemma.

Within the Dark Orc raiding camp to the south, Firelick Carlrig sat cross-legged atop a raised platform, three blades at its side.

The instant the gray shadow clone dissipated, it reclaimed control of its consciousness.

The [Blackwater Pearl] it had left with Mogeluo held another secret: its communication channel had remained open the entire time, allowing Firelick Carlrig to receive everything that followed.

This included the audio emitted by the [Projection Crystal] Suoluoduo Redbone had given Mogeluo, which was how it learned of Suoluoduo's plan to slack off.

From the moment the projection's audio began, it had prepared a new [Projection Crystal], aiming it at the sky to record the scene while also capturing the sounds transmitted through the [Blackwater Pearl].

Once the conversation ended, Firelick Carlrig clenched the new [Projection Crystal].

It bared its sharp Orcish teeth in a grin.

"Excellent. The situation is becoming more and more chaotic."

"Keep restraining one another and wearing down your strength."

"I will personally pluck the sweet fruit of victory."

It spoke softly in the ancient Orcish tongue.

Setting down the crystal, it drew the blade at its waist and sliced open its finger.

Then it squeezed out a droplet of glossy black blood and flicked it aside.

Before the blood hit the ground, it transformed into a gray shadow clone. The clone picked up the [Projection Crystal], turned to look at Firelick Carlrig sitting cross-legged in the distance, and smiled at it. Both were controlled by the same consciousness.

The next moment, the gray shadow clone entered a high-level Stealth state and vanished from where it stood.

It estimated that shortly after the second wave of attacks began, this [Projection Crystal], containing Suoluoduo Redbone's scheme to coax Mogeluo into slacking off, would