"Tell me, your purpose for coming here."

Ainz sat cross-legged in front of the orcs, staring at the group of orcs in front of him with cold and huge pupils.

Although it restrained a lot of the momentum in its body, the huge gap from the living body and its own strength.

It still made the orcs in front of him feel nervous.

"This...this is what our master, let us bring to His Majesty the King of the Mountain."

Bogton felt lighter,

Then he reached out and took out a light yellow scroll from his arms, and reached out to hand it over.

Ainz thought, and an invisible force quickly lifted the yellow scroll in the orc's hand.

And let the scroll slowly unfold in the void in front of you.

Ainz looked at the scroll in front of him and his huge eyes gradually narrowed.

Soon, as Ainz finished reading the handwriting on the scroll in front of him.

The scroll in front of him suddenly blew, spontaneously ignited, and quickly burned out in the air.

"Tell you who live, I understand."

“Is that all?”

After seeing everything in front of him, Ainz asked again.

“No…and.”

"The master asked me to tell the King of the Mountain that the humans and the elves have formed an alliance in Rivendale."

Borg immediately remembered the news that his father Asog told him and quickly said respectfully.

"Has humans and elves formed an alliance at Rivendell?"

When Ainz heard the news about the orc in front of him, he was stunned.

But soon, combined with the previous news of Maggie's report on the royal carriages of various human kingdoms heading to the misty mountains,

Ainz understood immediately.

"It turns out those guys are Rivendell who is heading to the Mist Mountains."

"How are you discussing how to deal with yourself?"

Thinking of this, a trace of enlightenment flashed through Ainz's mind and was immediately shocked.

"Yes, it can be said that I attacked Irube three years ago, but it was for Irube's huge wealth."

"Anyway, the dragon will follow the golden treasure, which is known to the whole world."

"But now three years later, I have no warning at all, nor have I come out with any name."

"Just destroying the Iron Hill Kingdom like this will definitely arouse fear and vigilance with his strength."

"Once there is a powerful force calling, it is very likely to unite to deal with yourself."

“It’s totally possible.”

"This is why, whether it is the cold weapon war in ancient history or the hot weapon war now, they will make a clever name before the war!"

"Only with righteousness can we send troops."

"Once it happens randomly, it will cause public outrage, and in serious cases it will even cause siege!"

"Just like myself now."

"This principle is not difficult to understand."

"But why I never thought of it."

"It was not until Modo's orc messenger reminded him that he realized it."

“It is pride that affects one’s own judgment;”

"It's arrogance that blinded my eyes!"

In a short time, Ainz quickly figured out all of this in his mind.

"call.."

Ainz's heart suddenly felt much more relaxed as his thick and scorching breath spurted out from his face.

Looking at the orc in front of him again, Ainz couldn't help but feel that these seemingly hateful guys were a little cute.

Since humans and elves are ready to form an alliance against themselves at Rivendell.

Then he and Modo's demon king Sauron have formed an alliance in a certain sense, so he no longer needs to worry about it.

"Go back and tell your master, I agree!"

Ainz's cold and low voice sounded in the depths,

The half-orc Borg looked happy and said respectfully:

"Yes, the respected King of the Mountain."

"Although I don't know what agreement the master has reached with the king of the mountain in front of me."

"But the person in front of me has agreed, which means that my mission has been completed successfully. I believe my father will not blame him this time."

When Borg thought about this, he planned to take the group of useless idiots behind him to retreat.

But then, the voice of the king below the mountain in front of him came from his ears.

"Wait, boy, what does the blasphemer Asog have to do with you!"

Ainz looked at the guy in front of him, with a flat head and an iron bandage on one of his eyes, as if he looked more and more familiar with him.

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that this guy seemed to be the second half-orc boos in the original Hobbit plot, and the son of the pale orc Asog, the second half-orc boos.

But he can't remember what this guy is called.

"Your Majesty the King of the Mountain, Asog is my father, my name is Borg."

Hearing the question from the person in front of him, the orc Borg immediately replied.

I suddenly felt a little happy with Rong Yan: "It turns out that this king at the foot of the mountain has also heard of his father's name."

"Asorg is your father...this is just right."

Ainz nodded, thinking that it was indeed the case.

"Go back and tell your father that I am very interested in your tamed wolf and I also intend to trade with you Modo."

"Weapons, equipment, food resources, and even slaves, intelligence!"

“There is a possibility of cooperation between both of us.”

"Go and go back and tell your father."

Ainz continued.

"Yes, respectful King of the Mountain, I will definitely bring His Majesty's orders."

The orc Borg bowed and answered,

Then he brought a group of soft-legged shrimps behind him.

Under the leadership of the vampire bat, walk outward.

Soon, he returned to the city gate and rode a wolf and a group of orcs. He quickly immediately went to the area of ​​the Lone Mountain and headed towards Moria further away.

"Boss, won't we go back to Modo first?"

At this time, a half-orc who noticed that the route was wrong asked.

"Your leader, my father, should be in Moria now."

"We just need to go back to Moria."

"Don't talk nonsense, keep up with me!"

‘Aowoo...’

Orc Borg said as his legs suddenly clamped the wolf under him.

The wolf howled lowly and suddenly accelerated and ran forward.

When the sun disappears and the night falls quickly.

In front of a group of orcs, a mountain range that was far taller than the Lonely Mountain also appeared.

A group of orcs rode on the tall wolf and flexibly traveled among the mountains.

Not long after, it disappeared into the dark night.

‘Moria’

In the elf language, it means unlucky.

The dwarves called ‘Moria’ ‘Kesatum’.
To be continued...