"Those foolish fellows. They keep thinking that they can overthrow me and establish a legitimate Falk Tribe as long as they save you." Gary looked at the skinny young orc sitting opposite him with a mocking smile.
"One must always have a dream." The young orc laughed self-deprecatingly before he started coughing violently again. His skinny body was hunched over, and a few veins were popping out on his forehead due to the pain.
"To a certain extent, I should thank you." Gary looked at that young orc with pity. "That seat originally belonged to you, but you will never be able to sit there for the rest of your life."
"You know that I never have any extravagant hopes." The young orc raised his head to look at Gary.
"You will die tomorrow, and I will give you a dignified death. Take it as my last gift to you." Gary stood up, and walked out of the stone temple.
The door to the stone temple closed slowly, and the sound of footsteps disappeared.
The young orc, who was originally hunched over and coughing in pain, straightened his back slowly. The pain and disheveled look on his face disappeared without a trace. He looked in the direction of the door with a slight smirk on his face.
"Uncle, I hope that the conferring gift I give you tomorrow won't shock you too much …"
A soft murmur reverberated in the secret chamber.
…
"Amy, there are 30 guards in the prison in front, including one 9th-tier orc and two 7th-tier orcs. I will open that door, and we only have 30 seconds to kill or subdue all the guards and close the door again. Can you do it?" Meg stopped at the side of a long corridor with Amy. He slowly took out a small mirror and glanced at the situation in the corridor. Two orc guards were standing at the door with vigilance. Behind them were two thick and heavy stone doors.
They had been standing here for a while. The patrolling guards had a 10-minute interval between going back and forth, and the footsteps of the latest patrol team had not completely faded away.
"Mm-hm." Amy nodded hard.
"Very good. Now, I need you to use ice-element magic to freeze those two orcs. It's best if you can maintain their current posture and expressions," Meg continued.
"Okay." A magic staff appeared in Amy's hand. She began to chant a spell silently. Thin, almost invisible threads of frost rushed toward the two orcs at the end of the corridor from all directions.
"Did you hear the commotion outside? Is someone attacking our tribe? "an orc asked softly.
"Don't worry. Our Falk Tribe is the second-largest orc tribe, and Chief Gary is even more powerful. No one can break into the palace," another orc said with a relaxed expression.
"That's true." The orc who spoke earlier chuckled and suddenly shivered. He muttered, "Don't you feel cold all of a sudden?"
"A little. I think someone forgot to close the door again." Another orc nodded.
At this moment, an unstable domain of extreme cold formed in the space where the two Orcs were. The two Orcs were frozen into ice sculptures before they could even react.
"Done." Amy put down her magic caster's staff, and the cold aura slowly dissipated. She said excitedly, "I've frozen them!"
"Let's go." Mag looked at the two orcs who froze at the same time, and brought Amy to the prison at the end of the corridor.
The two 5th-tier orcs guarding the door stood in front of the stone door. However, one couldn't tell that they had been frozen from the outside. It was enough to fool the patrol team that passed by a dozen meters away.
"Amy, after entering this door, you'll be in charge of slowing down their movements and stopping them from making any noise. Leave the rest to me." Meg pressed his hand gently on a dent above the stone door. A bluish-green light lit up, and circled around Meg's hand. The stone door began to open inwards slowly.
"Alright. I will do my best to cooperate with Father." Amy nodded obediently. She raised her magic caster's staff again, and began to chant softly at the same time.
The highest-level alert order had already been sent to every corner of the palace. The only publicly established prison in the palace naturally received the order too.
Warden Yiri kicked the jailer who was dozing off against the wall, and woke up all the prisoners in the prison with his scolding. Only then did he feel a little better.
There were many prisoners locked up in this prison. Most of them were ministers who were loyal to the former chief, as well as the chief's relatives who had yet to be executed. There were no less than 100 of them.
What made Yiri feel relieved was that most of these fellows would be executed tomorrow.
As long as they were dead, he wouldn't have to be on tenterhooks every day. He could have a good night's sleep.
"Stay alert. After tonight, I'll bring everyone to Flower Lane to drink and play with women!" Yiri said loudly.
Such encouragement immediately received a warm response from the group of animals.
A smile appeared on Yiri's face. Gary had promised him that he would also be conferred a title during the conferring ceremony tomorrow, and he wouldn't have to continue staying in this dark prison anymore.
Back then, he made a small mistake, and was demoted by the former chief to be the warden of this prison. He stayed there for 50 years, and every time he left, he would need the chief's approval. Although he was a warden, he was actually not much different from a prisoner.
Hence, when Gary found him, he agreed to stand on his side almost without much thought.
On the day Gary raised his army, he was the one who released those sinners from the tribe from the prison. He used their strength to tear open the palace's defense line and open the palace gates to welcome Gary in.
Yiri felt that that was probably the best decision he had made in his life. He didn't want to live like a rat in the glorious underground of the palace anymore.
Kacha, kacha …
The prison gates slowly opened inwards, and everyone looked in the direction of the gates in surprise. Apart from the warden, only the chief and his envoy could open the prison gates directly from the outside. Could the chief have some orders in the middle of the night?
However, when everyone's gazes landed on the two figures standing at the gates, one big and one small, they were all stunned.
"Do it."
The two cold words came out of Meg's mouth. His body had already shot out like a cheetah, and crashed into Yiri, who was standing in the middle of the tunnel.
Amy raised the magic caster's staff in her hand high, and chanted, "Frost, listen to my command. Freeze everything …"
The chill descended instantly, and white frost spread rapidly from the ground. The air seemed to have become stagnant because of the cold.
"Enemy …"
As Yiri retreated, he opened his mouth to give a warning. Almost at the same time, he reached out to pull out the long saber at his waist.
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