"F * ck, I, Connie, am back again!"
In the darkness, a figure fell from the steep cliff quietly. The petite figure tapped lightly on the rock wall, and landed on the protruding rocks just right every time.
"Meow!"
Just then, a black cat scurried out of a small hole in the rock wall.
"Mummy duck!"
That nimble figure was shocked. She lost her footing and fell from the rock wall that was more than three meters tall.
"You fellows, to think that I used to give you meat to eat!" Connie got up from the ground and patted the dirt off her body. She looked up at the few heads that popped out from the cliff in frustration.
Just then, explosions and fighting sounds came from the direction of the inner city.
"Why are they fighting? I wonder where Boss and the rest are now. " Connie looked in that direction doubtfully. After thinking for a while, she still headed in the direction of the inner city.
The black silhouette passed through the houses without revealing itself, nor did it make any sound or movement. It quickly approached the inner city.
"Seems like it will be quite lively tonight." Lex appeared at the top of the cliff. She looked down at the small city that had erupted with many battles. Her expression didn't change much. She turned to the northwest and squinted her eyes. She mumbled to herself softly, "I wonder if Auster will appear this time."
After standing at the top of the mountain for a while, Lex's gaze landed on the inner city again. She sighed softly with a complicated expression. Then, she took a step forward and fell straight down the cliff.
It was really depressing to have a disciple who had no sense of direction.
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In the west of the city, dozens of orcs in black were heavily surrounded.
Behind them, there were broken rocks everywhere. A huge hole had been blasted in the ground, revealing a dark tunnel that led downwards.
"Master Devolde, we didn't find Young Master Ferdinand in the secret prison. We might have fallen into a trap!" An orc struggled to push aside a giant rhinoceros as he looked at the tall and skinny orc standing on a pile of rubble and casting fire magic with grief and indignation.
After the complicated incantation was finished, a Giant Inferno Beast charged into the crowd and wreaked havoc, giving the black-clothed orcs a chance to catch their breaths.
"What about the other places?" The tall and thin Orc known as Devolde had a worried look on his face.
"I still haven't seen the signal of success. I'm afraid the situation is worse than ours," the orc replied.
Devolde pondered for a moment and made a prompt decision. "Let our brothers break out of the encirclement and leave this place first!"
"Devolde, don't you think it's too late to leave now?" A somewhat playful voice sounded from the darkness. A stout orc wearing a tiger-skin coat sat on a huge black beast and slowly walked out of the darkness.
The bone-chilling cold seemed to have swept over from the endless darkness. The fire beasts that were wreaking havoc among the orcs seemed to have been shackled in an instant. They struggled a few times before they were completely annihilated.
"Devolde, you've actually hidden very well and fooled the chief and me perfectly. I didn't expect you to lose your patience in the end." Jérôme sat on the huge beast and looked down at Devolde. He mocked, "There aren't many people as loyal as you. I wonder if the old chief would be pleased with your actions if he knew about it."
"Jérôme, you traitor! How can you live up to His Majesty's trust in you! "Devolde shouted at Jérôme sternly. His magic caster's staff glowed again.
"I've always been loyal to Chief Gary. I can only blame the old chief for being too muddle-headed to hand over such an important task like guarding the city gates to me." There was a hint of smugness in Jeremy's smile, but his gaze gradually turned ruthless as he looked at Durward. "However, Durward, you old fellow, Chief Gary has treated you well, and he even conferred you a territory a few days ago. Yet, you did such a thing. How dare you call me a traitor and a lackey?" Durward's eyes were filled with hatred.
"The old chief worked hard for the Falk Tribe all his life. He allowed the Falk Tribe to survive the racial war, and even made us the second-largest orc tribe in the past 100 years. Gary treated me well, but what he did was something that I could not accept morally. Only Young Master Ferdinand can inherit the chief's position. Gary is the king-slayer, and the only outcome for him is death. Moreover, he will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever! "Durward said with a straight face, and each of his words was firm.
"Ha. History has always been written by the victors. Only losers like you will be nailed to the pillar of shame." Jérôme sneered, and raised his black magic caster's staff at Devolde. "Since you want to see that little bastard Ferdinand so much, I'll capture you and execute you with him at the conferring banquet tomorrow."
"Although you're known as the strongest powerhouse below the 10th-tier in our tribe, you're underestimating me, Devolde, too much if you think you can take me down so easily." Devolde pointed his magic caster's staff at Jérôme, and a red flaming dragon darted out of the magic caster's staff towards Jérôme.
"Ice Barrier."
Jérôme pointed his magic caster's staff at the giant dragon, and layers of mirror-like ice barriers appeared in front of the giant dragon.
Bam, bam, bam!
Following a series of shattering sounds, the giant dragon smashed the ice barriers into smithereens. However, the red flames on the giant dragon's body also gradually dissipated after the collision.
When the last ice barrier was smashed, that giant red dragon was already so dim that it was about to dissipate.
The giant black cheetah under Jérôme swung its tail sideways, and smashed that giant red dragon into sparks.
"Devolde, you're already old. You're no longer the Falk Tribe's Fire God." Jérôme smirked disdainfully. He planted the ice barriers on the ground, and those orcs in black who were still trying to resist were all frozen instantly. The orcs swarmed forward, and captured all of them.
"Lord Flerken will never forgive you for what you've done!" Devolde's three consecutive fireballs forced the orcs behind him to retreat, and he dashed out of the opening that he had forcefully created.
"Lord Flerken doesn't care who provides him with offerings," Jérôme said nonchalantly as he urged the giant beast under him to chase after Devolde.
"Boom!!!"
Right at this moment, a loud sound that reverberated throughout the entire Falk Tribe suddenly came from the north of the city. The ground of the entire inner city seemed to tremble along with it.
"This is!"
Jérôme turned to the north of the city in shock. Could it be that an even stronger existence was involved in this chaos tonight?
"What a terrifying commotion!"
All the orcs were also shocked, and were at a loss for what to do.
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