The Great Commander was first taken aback, then swiftly stood up, knocking over the chair behind him.
Those ugly, sickening spiders actually had helpers.
Plus, there was a power daring to move against the Blackstone, practically seeking death.
The Great Commander's face was full of rage as he coldly asked, "Tell me, which tribe dares to move against the Blackstone? I'll send my troops to annihilate them immediately."
Obviously, those aiding the spiders were reinforcements brought in by the fleeing spiderwoman.
They had been tracking these thieves.
Who would have thought they'd be so audacious to come to their doorstep?
Spencer of the Dragon Clan, who was standing by the side, was also waiting for the answer. He wanted to see who dared to steal his treasure.
The injured Orc endured pain and answered weakly, "It, it's an army of the undead. There are many of them, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands..."
