Parallel Vol. 4 [LEGACY EDITION]

Chapter 28.2: Double-Cross!

Grovitch snorted as he glared at Renark. "You speak like you won't cut me down the moment I drop my ax. Don't joke with me." The disgruntled general brandished his ax at the traitor. "Come, Ragelock! I challenge you!"

Renark shook his head and replied, "I refuse." He ignored Grovitch's stunned expression and walked over to the Mokern and Ungund who had just put down their mana shield. A dark light danced in his eyes as he looked at the dwarfs. "I'm guessing the wisben put you up to this?"

Mokern's gaze hardened, but his son, Ungund answered before he could speak. "Yes, but I cannot believe we had to work with a mere orc." Ungund frowned as he gave the sized up Renark with his eyes. "Unbelievable. All that power and no brains to go with it. You chose wisely to work with us, or you wouldn't even be fit to carry our shoes in the future."

Renark's lips curled up in a smile, seemingly unoffended by the dwarf's insults. "Why? What's happening in the future?"

Ungund opened his mouth to gloat, but Mokern hastily clamped his hand over his son's lips.

Mokern looked at Renark and chuckled as he said, "Do not mind my son. He has delusions of grandeur. Our partnership was a success. It's important we focus on ridding ourselves of the external variables rather than worrying about the future."

"Oh? That's too bad, I am an orc of the future," Renark lamented, but although the words were apologetic, the smile still remained. "I often wonder about the future before making any decisions. For example, what will come of our relationship in the future and what's the goal of the wisbens that forged this partnership?"

Mokern's brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"What happens after we return with news of the betrayal? Both sides go to war. We both become the respective leaders of our races after the competition 'dies' in the war." Renark's smile intensified as a dangerous glint shone in his eyes. "But what comes after that?"

Mokern's gaze narrowed. "A mountain cannot contain two tigers. When the time comes, we'll battle it out for the winner."

"I see." Renark's expression fell as disappointment colored his eyes. "You're stupider than I thought. You still haven't realized that no matter who wins, the wisbens will be the ones to win in the end."

Monerk's eyes widened in shock. "What are you talking about!?"

"Go ask Durst," Renark spat and suddenly swung down his ax.

"What are you doing!?" Mokern cried as he hastily set up a mana shield. Crack! Unfortunately, his efforts proved utterly useless as the shield smashed to pieces under the orc's strength.

"Father!" Ungund cried out in shock and reached for his sword. Thud! He never got to complete the motion, however, as an arrow suddenly burst his head to pieces.

"Ungund!" Mokern's desperate cried out, but Renark's ax split him in twain before he could process his loss.

Mokern's guards met a similar end at the end of the orcs behind them. Within a few seconds, no living dwarfs remained in the town.

Grovitch's eyelids twitched as he stared at the massacre. Even though he hated the dwarfs, something did not sit right with him. He warily looked at Renark and questioned, "What're you planning?"

Renark leaked a grin as he looked at Grovitch. "You'll know soon enough. Now, drop your ax."

Grovitch shook his head and his gaze hardened. "You need me alive for some reason, don't you?" The orc snorted and pulled out a short dagger. "Goodluck with that." The orc strengthened his resolve, shut his eyes, and drove the dagger to his neck.