Ye Luo had originally planned to take Guang Yuxing back to the hotel with him, but after obtaining the Ancient Tree Elf's seed, Guang Yuxing could not wait to return to the Elf Race. Ye Luo did not stop him. After all, the sooner he returned, the sooner the suffering Elf Race could be freed.
When Ye Luo flew back to the hotel, he found its entrance packed tight. Dozens of mech warriors had surrounded the hotel, and several familiar figures standing outside made him frown slightly.
"Count Nicholas, I would very much like to know—are you provoking the Zerg by bringing people to surround one of our nobles?" Ye Luo's voice made the mech warriors open a path.
Nicholas whirled around, his face twisted like a lion whose ass had been blown apart. Without another word, he thrust his right hand toward Ye Luo. "Master Cibule, it was him! He killed my Ernest! Kill him! Avenge Ernest!"
Cibule was a man entirely concealed within a gray robe. As his tall body turned, his eyes gave off a faint blue glow.
Ye Luo's pupils abruptly contracted. Beneath that gray robe was a tiger's face! Cibule was not human at all—he was an orc!
"Did you kill Ernest?" Cibule did not strike immediately. Instead, he asked softly. The moment his voice rang out, the surrounding mech warriors could not help taking a small step back. The other spectators' eyes were also filled with deep fear. To everyone else, his voice sounded merely somewhat magnetic, with nothing particularly unusual about it. But when it reached Ye Luo's ears, it carried a mysterious power, as though countless beautiful women were whispering by his ear, tempting him to answer Cibule truthfully.
Ye Luo knitted his brows as his psychic power circulated faintly within him.