Half-step Purgatory

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet:
"I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf."
"You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles."
"But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.'
Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Durin's Diary

But the problem was, in the following days, Durin did not catch sight of that Warlord. The druids scouted numerous times, but all to no avail.


With no other choice, since the South defense line was still awaiting Durin and Orekhov City lacked his presence to command, and while Lan En had to take care of the South defense line, those green-skinned flying units even dared to attack the Silver Dragon Express Group. So, by nightfall, Durin could only leave behind his weapons and rush over to command the Silver Dragon Express Group for the following day.


Bright and early the next day, Durin followed the Silver Dragons and arrived above Orekhov City.


From a distance, he could see the green skins besieging the Fortress—those flying Otherkind were chaotically flying everywhere. When they spotted the arrival of the Silver Dragons, they even dared to swoop in.


Durin stood atop Lina's head and no longer restrained his aura.


Chapter 171: Orekhov's Screw