The Hairless Monk!
He was a taboo existence.
He was a half-orc born from the mating between an orc and a human, and eventually wiped out the Urba Tribe.
This incident had once caused a huge commotion on the Norland Continent, and all the orc tribes knew about it.
The Urba Tribe was once one of the top 10 orc tribes, but it was wiped out overnight. It was a horrifying sight. It was said that many of the orcs who witnessed the tragedy committed suicide after going back.
There were many versions of the legend about that night that were still circulating in the Twilight Forest.
The Hairless Monk, Rex's infamy, also spread across the Norland Continent after that night.
Back then, the Urba Tribe had two 10th-tier orcs, and many 8th-tier and 9th-tier orcs.
Rex was able to wipe out the entire Urba Tribe without leaving a single survivor. He was so powerful that he was placed in a very high position.
However, after the end of the Tribal War, the experts of the various clans joined forces to subdue him and imprison him in the Bastie Prison. At this moment, he should be in the impenetrable prison of the Bastie Prison. Why would he appear here?
Darryl and Kurt looked at Rex cautiously. They had once heard that the Falk Tribe seemed to have some ties with Rex. However, Rex's infamy back then had wiped out all news related to him.
Why did Rex suddenly appear at the Falk Tribe on the night before Gary's conferring ceremony?
Of course, what was more shocking was …
The Hairless Monk … actually grew hair!
"Hairless Monk, the Falk Tribe has no feud with you. Why did you massacre the warriors and people of our tribe? Do you want to massacre another tribe and make the whole world your enemy?!" Darryl shouted with a deep voice. A secret letter flew out of his hand, and flew in the direction of the palace under the cover of a dark gray light.
"Only you are allowed to kill, but I'm not allowed to kill. This doesn't make sense," Rex said calmly as he looked at Darryl.
"Although I don't know how you escaped from the Bastie Prison, don't think that the Falk Tribe is as easy to bully as the Urba Tribe. If you don't give us an explanation today, don't even think about leaving this place!" Kurt shouted sternly. His hand that was holding the sword was trembling slightly. Although the punch didn't land on him, he could feel the terrifying power behind it. His mount had been killed by a single punch.
"I'm not here to kill today. I'm here to save people." Lex looked at Kurt and said calmly, "If saving someone requires killing someone, it should be a little different."
"Who do you want to save?" Daryl asked in a deep voice.
"Same as them." Lex glanced at the orcs in black who had yet to disperse.
Darryl and Kurt exchanged glances, and their expressions became a little solemn.
"Hairless Monk, I'm warning you again. This is the Falk Tribe's internal affairs. You have no right to interfere," Kurt shouted.
Facing such an opponent, even though there were two of them, they still didn't have much confidence in keeping the Hairless Monk here.
The information had already been sent to the palace. As long as Gary or Basil arrived, it would be three against one, and they would be confident of capturing him.
If they could execute the Hairless Monk during the conferring ceremony tomorrow, it would be something that would greatly increase the Falk Tribe's prestige.
There would be representatives from various tribes coming to observe the ceremony tomorrow, but the Falk Tribe was already in such a state. If they couldn't even capture the troublemaker, they really wouldn't have the face to receive their guests tomorrow.
Lex wasn't in a hurry to make a move, either. He only continued to walk along the long street. Two of the four 10th-tier orcs had already arrived, and his goal was to attract another one.
…
"Hairless Monk." Gary looked at the secret letter that Darryl sent back with a frown. "Isn't this fellow in Chaos City? Why would he suddenly appear here? Could the rumors back then be true? "
Gary put down the secret letter, and asked, "Where is Basil?"
"Report! Lord Basil was attacked by an unknown opponent on his way back to the palace. I'm afraid he won't be able to get out in a short period of time! "A guard walked in quickly.
"An unknown opponent? You didn't see clearly who it was? "Gary's frown deepened.
"Yes. It was too fast. No one could see clearly who attacked Lord Basil, including Lord Basil himself." That guard's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
"A Hairless Monk and an unknown 10th-tier powerhouse. I didn't expect that disappointing nephew of mine to be so popular." Gary stood up slowly, and paced around the hall with a gloomy expression.
A black-clothed strategist at the side stepped forward, and said, "Chief, our Falk Tribe is in ruins after this battle. If we don't leave anyone behind, I'm afraid our prestige will be weakened when the other tribes come to observe the ceremony tomorrow, and people will think that we can be easily bullied."
"If you want to ruin my plans, then you have to be prepared to pay the price." Gary stopped in his tracks, and his gaze turned cold. He waved his hand, and said, "Bring me my treasured saber. Let me meet that Hairless Monk!"
Gary quickly put on his gold and silver armor, and strode out with a saber that was embedded with gemstones in his hands.
That black-clothed strategist stood at the entrance of the hall for a while, and only turned to walk to that huge chair after he saw Gary dashing out of the door on his horse.
…
"I haven't been home for just a few months, and it has changed so much …" Connie walked lightly in the palace. Her pinkish-white beast ears were trembling slightly. Her sharp sense of hearing could help her avoid approaching enemies in advance. She was like a black cat that moved at night, and moved silently in the palace.
However, she was originally full of confidence, but her expression was a little solemn now.
The familiar yet unfamiliar scene made her recall that night where fire and blood intertwined uncontrollably.
She was still asleep when she was woken up, and then escorted to retreat in a daze.
The rebel army massacred everyone in the palace crazily, including the little maidservant who grew up with her.
Her father was besieged to death in order to let her leave. There were also those guards who charged at the rebel army without fear of death …
Those memories that she tried so hard to throw to the back of her mind finally surged up again.
The dim passageway became a little cold. Connie couldn't help but quicken her pace as she rummaged through the places that she thought her brother might be locked up.
However, none of those places that she used to hide in when she was young had her brother locked up.
"Grandmother's room." Connie stopped at the end of the long corridor. She looked at the room in front of her that was in a state of disrepair. She hesitated for a while before dashing into the room.
The huge room seemed to have been ransacked. Those beautiful porcelain pieces that her grandmother carefully collected were all shattered into pieces. Those wooden shelves that were used to place the porcelain pieces were all taken away, including all the valuables in the room. Her shoes stepped on the shattered porcelain pieces without making any sound.
Connie looked around the empty room. Her gaze landed on the half-torn cloth that was still hanging on the beam, and her eyes reddened immediately.
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