930 A Man From Morgany?
Bam.
The men all fell like flies unconsciously.
In fact, they should even be lucky that they got electrocuted by the fence at the level they were at.
Why?
Because the higher one climbed, the higher the amount of voltage distributed on the fence.
At every certain distance around the fence, one could see several overly thin flat poles incorporated with the fence.
And around every pole on the other side of the fence, there were stationary circular lights fixed on the poles moving up, down, up, down.
So no one would dare climb the fence from the poles.
Their only option would be to climb on the fence.
And these poles had several metal strings, similar to phone lines, that had been wrapped and coiled with the fence itself.
But unlike phone lines that had these wires covered in insulation, these ones were exposed and touched the metal fence, transferring the electricity by conduction.
One could imagine a centipede that stood up straight and extended all its limbs sideways.
Those limbs were the electric wires that sent shock.
Of course, the fence itself had several thin lines of horizontal inspiration at several points; the higher one climbed.
In this way, they could control which area on the fence would receive the highest vintage... since they could control the amount of voltage released from each cable wire along the flat-pole.
That's why those who were climbing ahead of the others received more shock than those below.
They should thank their ancestors that the Baymardians weren't wicked enough to electricity them at the highest points on the fence.
Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.
~Ruruuuu!
The dogs who had always kept a safe enough distance now sat down in straight lines while saluting Boss Dog and his head subordinates (the dog superiors) as if saying mission completed.
Boss Dog nodded and walked along the line, scrutinizing everyone while waiting for their human masters to arrive.
And right on cue, several transport vehicles drove towards them.
The dogs gave way stood on both sides like soldiers, allowing the humans to pass through the middle.
Mitchen jumped out and first praised the dogs before running Boss dogs head.
"You did good, Major Boss dog."
~Whoof, Whoof!
Mitchen smiled at Boss Dog, who was busily saluting him.
Honestly, at times, he too thought that the dog was human.
But, he very dearly cared for it.
After all, it had been one of his most loyal companions for 3 years now.
He still remembered when it first set foot in Baymard.
It was very stubborn, young and also liked to cause trouble.
But just 5 months during training, it subdued the other dogs and became the Alpha.
It also liked him as well and sometimes accompanied him out.
~Whoof Whoof.
Boss dog saluted him, stepped back and continued scrutinizing his dogs.
~Rurururururururururu.
[Even though you subdued your enemy, you still ended up giving him a chance to stab you during your last battle. You need more training.]
~Rururururrruuuuu!
~Rurururuuururu!
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"Warden, some are still awake."
Mwaaaaaaoooo.
The moans of pain from those still awake could be heard across the silent night.
The victims slowly rolled from side to side while trying to calm their thundering heartbeats.
As for their leader and those who climbed first, they were very much unconscious.
Only those who climbed last were awake.
Mitchen stepped forward, stooped down and glanced coldly at one of them.
"Wake up."
Pah.
A crisp sound echoed out, and the person who had just been slapped opened his eyes in shock and dismay.
Bro, can't you see that I'm already like this?
Why do you have to bully me even more?
Why can't you talk to the others?
In your eyes, do I look like an easy target to you?
The poor fellow felt unfortunate.
But Mitchen couldn't care less about his feelings.
Mitchen's whole aura changed, as he now looked like a demon from the list of hell.
The pressure he gave the assassin was so great that the guy bowed his head and trembled a bit.
Forget about the assassin. Even others who were awake stopped moaning and pretended to be dead.
Yes, they were assassins.
But because of the fence issue, they started thinking of ghosts and whatnot.
No matter how strong one was, they were just mortals. So how could they take down ghosts without Ganmans?
The moment Mitchen's aura changed, the temperatures dropped, and some controllable amount of fear forced its way into their hearts.
Some who peed at Mitchen almost peed themselves.
They, as top-notch assassins, were turned into fraidy cats in a flash.
That's how frightening Mitchen looked to them.
Such a murderous aura was even higher than the murderous aura of the late Alec Barn, who could make many crawl in agony from his rage.
There were many who had strong auras in Arcadina and even the entire Pyno continent.
But they had never felt one as stirring as Mitchen's.
They even began wondering if he could compare with some of the famous Monarchs in Morgany.
It's said that the Monarchs there were so strong that they frightened the late Alec Barn more than once, causing him to tremble.
So imagine how terrifying the continent of Morgany was?
Could it be that this person was from there?
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"Speak."
Mitchen just said a single word. And yet, the assassin understood what was required of him.
But he was very unwilling, alright?
He gritted his trembling lips, rolled his tongue, locating the poison in his mouth.
And when he was about to bite, Mitchen punched him, making him spit it out instead.
Blugh.
"Ugh.
It's useless! You're wasting your time!
Kill me! Just kill me!"
As an assassin, revealing information or betraying the guild was equivalent to death because if the guild ever found out, they would hunt him down till his old age.
Truthfully, if he were the only one here, he would probably confess and find a way to pin it on someone else.
F***!
The guy before him was too terrifying.
So he wouldn't have any problem confessing.
But now that there are so many of them, how could he?
What should he do now?
He was really in a dilemma.
