"Ding!"
The crisp sound of metal clashing could be heard. Yiri's long saber, which he had just raised halfway, shattered into countless shards.
Under his horrified gaze, a sword slashed straight at his face.
Fresh blood and an unknown liquid splattered everywhere. Yiri's body, which was missing half of his head, fell slowly. He didn't even have time to utter a second word.
"Warden!"
All the prison guards looked at this scene in disbelief. The number one swordsman of the Falk Tribe was killed without even being able to withstand a single blow from his opponent!
However, they didn't have time to scream because that man in black didn't stop after killing Yiri. Instead, he dashed toward the others in the tunnel at an even faster speed.
The warden was killed in a single strike, but that didn't completely extinguish their desire to live. The sound of swords being unsheathed could be heard, and at the same time, the sound of magic chanting could be heard.
This was the dungeon directly below the palace, after all. As long as they made a big enough commotion and let the chief sense it, that intruder would be killed no matter who it was.
And no matter how powerful that man in black was, he was only one person.
However, the temperature in the prison seemed to have dropped significantly. The air became a little stagnant as if it had been frozen. Everyone's movements also became a little inconvenient.
Right at this moment, the man in black who was dashing forward suddenly threw out the longsword in his hand.
The longsword, which was glowing coldly under the light of the oil lamp, flew out with a whoosh. It circled around the prison's corridor at a terrifying speed before landing in Meg's hand again.
Blood dripped slowly from the tip of the sword, and the heavy stone door behind them also closed slowly.
At this moment, those prison guards' eyes widened in horror as they slowly fell to the ground and lost all signs of life.
"So powerful!" Amy looked at Meg with her mouth slightly agape. Her little face was full of shock and admiration.
"Father, is that a flying sword?" Amy couldn't help but ask curiously.
"It's a type of sword technique." Meg answered with a smile. After that, he didn't say anything else. Instead, he took a torch from the wall at the side, and walked toward those prisons.
The commotion caused by the fight and the smell of blood in the air woke the prisoners up. Those prison guards who treated them like pigs and dogs and beat them as they wished were all killed!
"Has that bastard Gary been executed?"
"I knew that the Kingslayer would never become the Chieftain. Lord Flerken would never agree!"
The prisoners rushed to the railing, unable to hide their excitement.
"I'm here to save Young Master Ferdinand. Is he here?" Meg said in a deep voice.
The prison was silent for a while before someone exclaimed, "Is the outside world still under Gary's control?"
Panic spread again, and some people even began to ask Meg for help.
"Is Young Master Ferdinand imprisoned here?" Meg ignored the orcs who were calling for help, and repeated stiffly.
An elderly orc squeezed his way to the front, and earnestly said, "Young Master Ferdinand is not locked up here. Sir, please save him. The rise and fall of our Falk Tribe depends on him. If he dies, the old chief's legacy will also be broken."
"Isn't there still Princess Connie?" Meg asked with a frown.
"Young Master Ferdinand is the only choice. Princess Connie is not the successor, and can't become the chief." That elderly man shook his head.
"Since he's not here, then I'll pay my respects." Meg sheathed his sword disinterestedly, and tossed the torch aside. He then turned and walked toward the stone door with Amy.
"Save me!"
"Please save us!"
All the orcs began to cry for help frantically. They had already heard countless warnings about being executed the next day. Now, it was as if they had grabbed onto a life-saving straw after falling into the water.
"Make any more noise, and I'll kill all of you too," Meg said coldly.
The prison instantly fell into a dead silence.
The stone door opened slowly, and Meg walked out with Amy before closing the stone door again.
The two ice sculptures were still standing at the door. If nothing went wrong, they would only discover what was happening in the prison when the prison guards changed shifts.
"Point 2 has been eliminated. There's no dungeon," Meg said in a low voice as he switched on the walkie-talkie.
"Point 1 has been eliminated. There are only three orcs locked up in the dungeon. Their appearance is very different from Ferdinand's." Elizabeth's voice also sounded from the walkie-talkie very quickly.
"Let's gather at Point 3." Meg held Amy's hand, and turned sideways into the passageway at the side. A pair of patrolling guards quickly walked past them.
…
"Who are you?! How dare you create trouble in the Falk Tribe! "Basil, who was injured in many places, looked around with an aggrieved and furious expression.
Just as he was on his way back to the palace, he was attacked by an unknown fellow.
The other party was simply too fast, and too powerful. So much so that he couldn't even see the other party's face clearly after a few exchanges.
Many of the stone palaces around him had collapsed. The shattered rocks were the best evidence of the intense battle.
There was no answer. The only response he got was a huge rock that was half the height of a human.
Basil waved the black iron rod in his hand, and smashed that huge rock into pieces.
Right at this moment, a slender leg kicked out from the dust, and sent Basil flying.
"Bastard! Do you dare to come out and have a fair battle with me! "Basil jumped out from the pile of rocks aggrievedly, and roared at the sky.
The surroundings fell into silence again. Only the leaves rustling in the cold wind could be heard as if they were mocking him.
…
"Who are you?! How dare you kill a member of the Falk Tribe! "Darryl and Kurt blocked Rex from both sides, and shouted at him.
"Is it important who I am?" Rex laughed self-deprecatingly.
"It's not important now. No matter who you are, you have to die here tonight!" Darryl raised his magic caster's staff, and began to chant a spell. A dark blue glow started to gather at the tip of the magic caster's staff.
Kurt also drew out his dual blades, and rode the magic beast under him as he charged towards Rex.
"This sounds a little familiar." Rex shook his head. Instead of retreating, he charged towards Kurt. He didn't see Kurt's weapon, and simply raised his hand to punch that black magic beast under him.
The tip of the blade almost brushed past his scalp, and his iron fist landed squarely on that magic beast's head.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking, Kurt, who was sitting on the magic beast, and that magic beast with a caved in head flew backward at the same time.
"Hairless Monk!"
Darryl suddenly shouted in horror as he looked at Rex.
"It's … it's actually him?!"
Kurt, who barely managed to stabilize himself after landing, couldn't hide the shock on his face when he heard that.
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
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