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Kritus not seeing or hearing the response of his dragon kept on summoning him but Sheba told him to save his strength for something else. “Something is not right!” Kritus said. “My dragon has never failed to harken to my call,” Kritus added. Outside the Cave, the Orcs and the dead souls were rapidly cutting down trees to cross over the flooded blood. “They will all feel the wrath of King Zirus,” one of the Orcs said in a loud voice. Kritus heard the statement of the Orc from inside the cave. “We need to leave here!” Kritus said. “They will see us leave,” Xius said. “They are an underground route that leads to the East Woods,” Kritus replied Xius. “Why then are we still here?” One of the Reapers asked. At the new castle of Zirus across the river, Zirus and its goblin mounted on their hor