Meg looked at the city wall that had been destroyed by dozens of meters, as well as Irina, who was slowly retracting her right leg. His throat rolled subconsciously.
This was a city wall that was dozens of meters tall and more than five meters thick!
Other than the dead, not many people in this world knew that Irina's close combat abilities were so terrifying!
"When I saw that woman jump into your arms tonight, I wanted to give you guys a light kick like this," Irina said with a smile as she turned to look at Meg.
"I'm on a mission, so I can't help myself." Mag sighed softly. He could feel his calves shaking uncontrollably.
Who could withstand such a light kick!?
"But, we're just entering the city. There's no need to tear down the city wall, right?" Meg quickly changed the topic.
"Didn't you say that you wanted to help little Connie keep some useful people? They're most likely surrounded and in a chaotic battle now. If we don't create a big commotion, they won't be able to escape even if they want to," Irina said matter-of-factly.
"That's true." Mag pondered for a while. Irina had already grasped the essence of the art of war that he had imparted to her.
"Since the wall has been destroyed, why don't we go directly to see if Ferdinand is really locked up in that secret underground prison?" Meg looked at Irina, and said, "Are you confident that we can leave before their men arrive?"
"I set up a fixed-point Teleportation Portal on the cliff just now. As long as I want to leave, no one can stop me," Irina said confidently.
"Alright, let's go take a look then." Meg nodded, and took out a black handkerchief to cover his face, leaving only his eyes exposed.
"Do you need to disguise yourself a little?" Meg looked at Irina, who had changed back into her disguise.
"If we kill them all, then no one will see us, right?" Irina looked at Meg, who had wrapped himself up tightly, in confusion.
"Err …"
Meg was speechless.
…
"North of the city?" At the top of the majestic palace tower, Gary looked to the north of the city with a frown. There weren't many people in the Falk Tribe who could cause such a commotion. One of them was right beside him, and the other two were also in the inner city. She had received their support and help when she rebelled and killed the king back then. It was also impossible for them to do something like this on the eve of the coronation.
"Chief, do you need me to take a look?" An orc in golden armor standing three steps behind him asked.
"Go, Basil. See who dares to come to our Falk Tribe to make trouble. Twist his head back for me," Gary said with a cold smile.
"Yes." The golden-armored beastman called Basil turned and left.
"Get Darryl and Kurt here. I have something to discuss with them," Gary instructed.
"Yes," one of his subordinates replied and left quickly.
"Big Brother, you've been in this position for long enough. I'm just taking back what belongs to me. You can die in peace. I will make the Falk Tribe the number one tribe, and even rule the entire world." Gary looked up at the sky and grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. He turned and walked down the tower, leaving behind a cold order. "Kill all the rebels tonight on the spot."
…
Meg and the rest quickly found the location of the secret dungeon according to Hannah's information. However, the city walls here didn't look any different from other places.
"Seems like we need to find where the door is. Maybe there's a switch or something like —"
"Boom!"
Before Meg could finish his sentence, the city walls in front of him disappeared again, leaving behind a hole on the ground and a dumbfounded orc guard inside.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a beauty before?" Irina casually smacked him with a stool, and sent him flying into the wall, turning him into a drop of mosquito blood.
"Seems like I've watched too many dramas …" Meg raised his eyebrows, and jumped into the hole. He didn't take another look at that 8th-tier orc that was smacked away by Irina.
Since Gary had assigned him to guard here, he had to be one of his trusted subordinates. They would probably have to kill a lot of people like him.
A regime change was mostly built on bloodshed. It was like that when Gary killed the old chief and seized the throne. Now, they wanted to kill Gary and return the Falk Tribe to Connie and her elder brother's control. It was the same.
The tunnel was very narrow, and could only allow two people to pass through at a time. The height was less than two meters, and it extended all the way down. There was a wall lamp every few meters, and the ground was dug out from the rocks.
The commotion on the ground should have alerted the guards in the dungeon. A few heavy stone doors fell, and blocked the tunnel tightly.
However, these stone doors that weighed more than 5,000 kilograms were like paper under Irina's feet, and she kicked them into the depths of the dungeon one by one.
As for those orc guards who tried to resist, they were all smacked away by Irina, and tragically turned into decorations on the wall.
Mag followed behind Irina unhurriedly. He had no qualms about being a little lamb that was being protected by a big shot. He came in just like that without drawing any blood.
The dungeon guards were basically cleared out. Meg rescued one from under Irina's feet midway. He pressed a kitchen knife against his neck, and sternly asked, "Where is Ferdinand locked up?"
That prison guard was already scared out of his wits. He said with a trembling voice, "Ferdinand is not here! Don't kill me … He's really not here … "
"Not here? Then where is he? I heard that he's here. "Meg pressed the knife closer, and the sharp blade cut into his flesh.
"He was indeed locked up here during this period of time! But … But … He was taken away last night. I don't know where he was taken to … It was the chief who gave the order personally … "That orc was so anxious that he wanted to cry, but his drooping hand slowly moved towards his waist.
"Worthless conversation." Irina kicked him away lightly, and he turned into a puddle of mosquito blood at the end of the tunnel tens of meters away.
Meg wasn't sure if that orc was speaking the truth. He could only ask Irina to wait for a while, while he walked along the tunnel of the dungeon with a torch in his hand.
There were over a dozen cells on both sides of the tunnel. Through the cell doors, he could see the prisoners curled up in the corners. Most of them were dressed in rags, and had injuries on their bodies. They seemed to have been frightened when they heard the commotion earlier, but still looked out instinctively when they saw the light of the fire.
"Is Ferdinand here? We're here to save you. " Meg frowned as he looked at those orcs whose original appearances could no longer be seen clearly. He could only ask loudly.
"Save me … Save me. I'm loyal to the old chief, to Young Master Ferdinand!"
"Save me … Please save me …"
Hearing Meg's words, the people in the cells rushed to the door of the old cell one by one. They stuck their hands out from the gaps between the metal bars, and shouted at Meg in a heart-wrenching voice.
"We're Young Master Ferdinand's uncle and aunt. Please save us. We might know where he was transferred to." Just then, an anxious voice sounded from the cell in the corner.
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