Chapter 1543 - Attack!
Chapter 1543: Attack!
"Those foolish fellows think that they can overthrow me and reestablish a legitimate Falk Tribe once they save you," Gary scoffed at the frail-looking young orc sitting in front of him.
"One must always have a dream," the young orc said in a self-mocking way. He suddenly started coughing violently again, and the veins on his forehead popped out as his thin body started curling in pain.
"To a certain degree, I should thank you." Gary looked at the young orc pitifully, and said, "This position should have been yours, but you will never be able to have it."
"You know that I've never wished for it." The young orc looked up at Gary.
"You will die tomorrow. I will let you die nicely. It will be my last gift to you as your uncle." Gary stood up and walked out towards the stone temple.
The door to the stone temple closed slowly as the sound of the footsteps faded.
The young orc, who was curled up and coughing in pain, slowly straightened his back. The pain and sorry look on his face vanished without a trace. He looked towards the door, and his lips curled into a cold scoff.
"Uncle, I hope you would not be too shocked by the extra big present I'm going to give you tomorrow…"
The soft words echoed in the secret chamber.
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"Little Ay. There are 30 guards in the prison ahead, including a 9th-tier orc and two 7th-tier orcs. I will open that door, then we will use 30 seconds to kill or subdue them all, and after that I'll close the door again. Can you do that?" Mag stopped by a long corridor. He took out a small mirror and used it to look at the situation outside the corridor. There were two alert orcs guarding by the door, and behind them was a heavy stone double door.
They had been standing there for quite a while. The patrol troops would pass by here while patrolling to and fro at intervals of 10 minutes, and they could still hear the footsteps of the last patrol troop.
"Mm-hmm." Amy nodded hard.
"Very good. Now I need you to use your ice magic to freeze those two orcs. It's best if you could make them maintain this current posture and expression," Mag said.
"Okay." The magic caster's staff appeared in Amy's hand, and she started to chant her spell silently. Thin invisible threads of ice started rushing from the long corridor towards the two orcs in all directions.
"Do you hear movement outside? Is someone attacking our tribe?" an orc asked softly.
"Don't worry. The Falk Tribe is the second-largest orc tribe, and Chief Gary is invincible. No one's attack can reach the palace," the other orc said relaxedly.
"That's true." The first orc chuckled. He suddenly shuddered, and mumbled, "Don't you find it a little cold suddenly?"
"A little. Someone probably forgot to close the door." The other orc nodded in agreement.
Just then, a slightly unstable and extremely cold realm started forming in the area where the two orcs were. Before they could even react, they were turned into ice statues.
"Settled." Amy put her magic caster's staff down, and the chill subsided. She happily said, "I've frozen them!"
"Let's go." Mag looked at the two frozen orcs, and brought Amy to the prison.
The two orcs guarding the door were only at the 5th-tier. They stood stiffly in front of the stone door, and it was impossible to tell from the outside that they'd already been frozen. It was enough to trick the patrolling troops tens of meters away.
"Little Ay, after we get through this door, you will be responsible for slowing them down, and preventing them from making any sound. Leave the rest to me." Mag pressed gently on the dented part of the stone door, and a bluish-green light lit up. The light surrounded Mag's palm, and the stone door gradually opened inwards.
"Alright. I will do my best to cooperate with you." Amy nodded obediently. She raised her magic caster's staff again, and chanted a spell softly.
The highest-tier warning order had been disseminated to every part of the palace, and the only openly set-up prison in the palace naturally received the order too.
The warden, Yiri, kicked the prison guard who was leaning against the wall sleeping, and only felt better after waking all the prisoners up with his shouts and screams.
There were quite a lot of prisoners locked up here. Most of them were the courtiers loyal to the former chief and the relatives who had yet to be put to death. There were a total of more than 100 of them.
What Yiri was glad about was that all of them would be put to death tomorrow.
As long as they died, he would not have to be so jittery when keeping watch on them. He would finally be able to have a good sleep.
"All of you better buck up! After tonight, I'll bring you all to the flower alley to drink and have fun with women!" Yiri shouted loudly.
A motivation like that was received with a chaotic cheer immediately.
Yiri smiled. Gary had promised him that after the conferring ceremony tomorrow, he would get a promotion, and would not have to continue staying in this dark prison every day.
Back then, he made a small mistake, and the former chief demoted him to become the warden of this prison. In the blink of an eye, he had been here for 50 years, and he would always need to report to the chief if he wanted to leave the place. Even though he was the prison warden, he was actually not much different from a prisoner.
Therefore, when Gary found him, Yiri promised to stand on his side almost immediately without thinking.
On the day when Gary brought the troops in, he was the one who released the criminals in the prison. They destroyed the palace's final line of defense with their strength, and opened the palace door to welcome Gary as the new owner.
Yiri felt that this was probably the best decision he had made in his life. He did not want to live underneath the glamorous palace like a rat anymore.
Crack, crack…
The prison door opened inwards slowly. Everyone looked towards the door in shock all at once. Other than the warden, the only people who could open the prison door from outside were the chief and his special envoy. It was so late at night. Could the chief have some other orders?
However, when they saw the silhouettes of an adult and a child standing at the door, they were all shocked.
"Now."
Mag spat the word out coldly, and he was already moving as fast as a cheetah, heading towards Yiri.
Amy raised her magic caster's staff high in the air, and chanted, "Frost, listen to my orders, freeze everything…"
The moment the chill descended, the white frost on the ground spread quickly, and the air almost stopped moving because of the cold.
"Enem—"
As Yiri took a step back, he wanted to warn others loudly and pull out his long saber.
