Azaron grinned, the Ormantez mage was the key to having ultimate power. The Ormantez mage was a key to a portal, this portal could bring back the great Dragon of Lecastal.
With Cronos under Azaron's evil control, Sikaron would fall to him.
As Azaron approached the item, his hands and face light up with an icy blue glow. Cronos and himself flashed into his bitter eyes. It was a good day for the evil man.
The Scorpian and skeleton hordes left the Red outpost soaking in blood. Meanwhile Azaron counted his victories; "king Terran is finished, the Jayhontay army has been wiped out, Scorponis has dealt with the Dwarves of Fayner, now then, what is left?"
"Cordontay, Kencee, Jayhontay, and Lecastal still remain unharmed great Lord." said Scorponis in a gruff hatefull voice.
"Oh yes, no need to worry about Jayhontay, they're probally swimming in despair right now. They have no king-hahahahahaha." said Azaron, then he stopped walking, an idea had came into his head.
"I like the word despair, Scorpony, from now on call me the Dark Lord of Despair! Sikaron will tremble in despair when I finish with it!" laughed Azaron.
The Dark Lord of Despair and his allies, continued their mission on ruling Sikaron. Their next evil task was not far from them. Cordontay was only a few days walk from their present location...sadly, too far to transport himself and his horde magically.