Strongest Radioactive System

Chapter 70 - 70: Found one

Volk's voice echoed again, desperation lacing his words as he screamed, "WAIIIIIIITTTTT!"

His throat felt raw, and his breath came in harsh gasps, hoping to catch their attention, but his pleas were drowned out by the sounds of the marching Orcs and Elves.

The clan was on the move, and no one paid him any mind, no one seemed to care about his shout.

Beside him, Solluha'r, her brow furrowed in concern, reached out to grip her husband's arm. "Volk, what's going on?" she asked, her voice low yet insistent. Her violet eyes

If he stayed silent now, the traitor could or might escape.

With hesitation, Volk finally answered, his voice low but firm, "I... I can feel it. There's a traitor among us."

The Elf raised one perfect brow, then laughed lightly, though it lacked warmth. "A traitor? Now? You choose now to make such a claim?" Her amber eyes sparkled with amusement as if Volk had just told her a joke.

"We're fleeing from the Red Warlocks, Orc. Do you think this is the time to start accusing your own?"

Her smile vanished, and her eyes sharpened. "Tell me, who do you believe is the traitor? I'm curious."

Volk hesitated again, glancing at Solluha'r for reassurance before he finally said, "Lhum'Baggar. It's connected to him."

The Elf's expression changed instantly. Her playful demeanor evaporated, replaced by a look of cold calculation.

"Lhum'Baggar?" she repeated, the name hanging in the air like a dark cloud. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as if processing the information. "What's his surname?"

Volk blinked, his mind racing for the answer. Then, he replied, "Durghan."

The moment the name left his lips, the Elf's reaction was immediate. Her face twisted into shock, her amber eyes wide as she stepped back slightly, processing what Volk had just said.

There was a brief silence before she straightened, her face now a mask of grim suspicion.

Without warning, the Elf raised her hand, and a stream of shimmering magic particles flowed from her fingertips.

The air around them vibrated as her magic coalesced into a sphere of light. Then, her voice, amplified by her magic, boomed across the camp.

"HAAAAAALLLTT!!"

The power of her voice carried far and wide, stopping the entire march in its tracks.

Every Orc, every Elf, every being within the Dreadmaw Clan froze as the command echoed through the night.

The Elf's eyes burned with intensity as she glanced at Volk before shouting again, "Lak'Ran Durghan, you are summoned!"

For a moment, silence filled the air, thick with tension. And then, in the distance, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed back in response.

The ground trembled slightly as something—someone—approached.

Soon, a massive figure stepped forward from the shadows, and Volk's heart skipped a beat.

Lak'Ran Durghan, the father of Lhum'Baggar and Luk'Tar, appeared. His hulking form cast a long shadow, and the air around him seemed to pulse with dark energy.

His skin, once the color of a rich, earthen brown, now held a darker hue, almost as if tainted by something unnatural. His eyes—pitch black, void of any emotion—stared out at the crowd, radiating menace.

Volk felt his body tense instinctively, sensing the overwhelming magical energy coming from Lak'Ran.

It was oppressive, suffocating.

Every particle in the air seemed to hum with danger.

This was not just any Orc.

This was someone who had dabbled in powers far beyond the normal Grum-gar form. His aura felt tainted, corrupted by something... dark.

Lak'Ran Durghan's gaze fell upon Volk, and for a brief moment, the two locked eyes.

The oppressive power of the elder Orc washed over Volk, and the realization hit him like a thunderbolt.

His voice trembled, but the words spilled out before he could stop them.

"You... you are one of the traitors!"