Rezar rode in silence on top of Tony, the horde becoming nothing more than a speck in the distance. Roran watched him with wary eyes, and he in turn was being watched with wary eyes that the rest of Rezar's companions. He was not stupid about the deal that has been offered to him, most Orcs lived their lives following and upholding their honor, especially when it came to battle with other opponents. But Durga was a very different ball game, he was a politician first and a warrior second, and seeing how he's one of the strongest within the horde, one can not begin to imagine the sheer amount of shrewdness he had.

Trusting the Orc chief would be a mistake he would probably regret all his life, of course he knew the promise made to him was valid. However knowing Durga there would always be a loophole that he would like exploit, and once exploited Roran knew he would probably end up in worse shit than he already is. And that's not calculating the fact that should be succeed in killing Rezar DeathWind, his people would not hesitate to swiftly retaliate, and that was something he doubted he would be able to match up against, he'll die without a body, all so that Durga could gain power.

"You should cheer up Poison man! The fact that you're still alive shows hat our king is curious and fascinated about you... just hope you keep being interesting to him, because should be lose interest, you're going to become like that!" Kitagawa said with a calm smile, pointing at a scowling Screet who was riding on the back of Brutus.

Down focused on the undead and felt his blood run cold, the leathery skin, dead green eyes and sharp claws were intimidating. Not to mention because of his ghoulish form, every movement the grey skimmed Screet made, would cause his face to crease and squeeze in a horrible way that would give many nightmares for a significant amount of nights. Roran wasn't sure, but something was telling him that this group of people whether individually or singularly, were a lot more dangerous than Durga Goldbreaker of the Orcish Horde. People feared Durga for his strength and wit, but these guys….. were just genuinely terrifying and that was much more worse.

"I take it Durga asked you to kill me?" Rezar asked as he turned around on Tony to look at Roran with a sinister look on his face, or rather the look itself wasn't sinister; he was actually smiling, but to Roran, that look could have came from the very lips of the devil himself.

"Well. You better hope you can kill me in one shot, I don't intend to treat you any better than the orcs did. As soon as we're back in Morte Bianca and Necron I'll put you in a cage, so if you're coming for this king, you best not miss Toad!" Screet and Priest burst out laughing, however their joviality did nothing to reassure Roran and instead made him even more scared, he got the feeling that this Bone King was absolutely not joking, and without a doubt he would stick him in a cage.

Rezar shifted his attention away from the terrified Venoik, he had no idea what the discovery an entirely new race would do for Elysium, but he would find out. Roran's race was interesting, his body could process energy, and other sort of materials to produce either dangerous toxins and poisons, or potions and tonics. He was a freaking alchemist workshop, and this came as a result of his race and not his class, Rezar could not begin to imagine the massive boosts he would get if he chooses classes that blend all too well with his race.

They rode on for almost three hours, going past plains of endless grass, by that point the Breone mountains were just a speck in the distance behind them, and looming in front of them was the imposing form of the Canyons of Toromont. Valleys, upon valleys, caves, caverns, and hidden treasures, and within it beasts of scale and fangs ruled it. There were face colonized areas like the mining town Rezar had first spawned, but those were few and far in-between, and what they were going against was an area that has not be colonized yet.

As they drew ever closer to the canyons, Rezar was beset by a slew of weird feelings once again, and this time it came from the canyons. He still couldn't understand what this feeling was, but it was growing progressively stronger as he sensed it from so many other sources, and now the canyons were chock full of it. Rezar prepared himself as he and his people and hundreds of others drew closer to reddish brown and blackish silver of the cabin walls. They were awe inspiring and rose up into the air like mountains, but they still went down deep got he earth like crevasses and the canyons they were.

Their entire group of hunters were led by an Orc even more massive than Durga, but Rezar had seen orcs just as big, even their females. The highest height they grew to was actually nine feet, and there were not thin or slender orcs, not unless for the half orcs that he had seen. It didn't matter if it was a child or an adult, male or female, all orcs were huge.

"Hunters! We have come to our destination. Past these tunnels are the lairs of the Black Wyrm, I expect all of you back here before sundown. Any later and it would be considered that you have perished during the course of the hunt. Now I will only say this once so pay heed to my words. This hunt is not for the faint of heart, every year, at least a 1000 orcs, young and old participate in the grand plain games and go through the gauntlet to obtain a chance to participate. But of that 1000 orcs who go for this hunt, the highest recorded number of survivors is 70! So if you know you can't see this through and aren't ready to give up your life in the pursuit of greatness and endless glory for the honor of your names! Then please kindly FUCK OFF!"

Rezar shook his head and overly enthusiastic grin on his face as he raised his hand up in the air and gave a loud whoop, and then charged forwards, his retinue following right behind him their face burning in embarrassment at the un-kingly display of their leader. But never the less, they go hunting for a monster…..they go hunting for blood.