Ding! "
There was a crisp sound of gold and stone hitting each other, and the long knife that Yi Li had just lifted halfway shattered into blades that filled the sky.
And in his horrified eyes, a sword struck him straight in the face.
Blood and unknown liquid splashed everywhere, and Yili's body with half of his head missing slowly fell down, without even having time to pronounce the second word.
"Warden!"
The jailers looked at this scene in disbelief. The number one swordsman of the Fa Ke tribe was killed without even catching his opponent's blow!
However, there was no time to scream, because after the man in black killed Yili, he did not stay for a moment, but rushed towards the other people in the passage at a faster speed.
The warden was killed with a sword, but this did not completely eliminate their desire to survive. The sounds of swords and knives being drawn were heard one after another, and at the same time there was the sound of magic chanting.
After all, this is a dungeon directly below the palace. As long as they make enough noise for the chief to sense it, the intruder will be killed no matter who it is.
No matter how powerful the man in black is, he is only one person.
However, the temperature in the prison seemed to have dropped a lot. The air became a little stagnant, as if it was frozen, and everyone's movements became a little inconvenient.
At this moment, the man in black who was charging forward suddenly threw out the long sword in his hand.
The long sword, glowing coldly under the light of the oil lamp, flew out with a whoosh, circled in the corridor of the prison at a frightening speed, and fell into Mag's hand again.
Blood slowly dripped from the tip of the sword, and the thick stone door behind them slowly closed.
At this time, the jailers stared with frightened eyes and slowly fell to the ground, completely losing their voice.
"So powerful!" Amy opened her mouth slightly and looked at Mag who sheathed her sword, with surprise and admiration written all over her face.
"Father, is this a flying sword?" Amy couldn't help but asked curiously.
"This is a kind of sword skill." Mag replied with a smile, and then without saying any more, he took a torch from the wall nearby and walked towards the prisons.
The sounds of fighting and the increasingly strong smell of blood in the air woke the prisoners up. The guards who usually treated them as pigs and dogs and beat and scolded them wantonly were all killed!
"Has that bastard Gary been executed?"
"I knew it was impossible for a regicide to become a chief, and the Lord Devouring Beast God would never agree to it!"
The prisoners flocked to the railings one after another, with excitement on their faces.
"I'm here to save Mr. Petinan. Is he here?" Mag said in an old and deep voice.
The prison was quiet for a while, and then someone asked in surprise: "Is the outside world still controlled by Gaili?"
Panic spread again, and some people began to ask Mag for help.
"Can Young Master Petinan be imprisoned here?" Mag repeated in a stiff voice, ignoring the orcs asking for help.
"Young Master Petinan is not imprisoned here. This strong man, please rescue him. The rise and fall of our Fake tribe depends entirely on him. If he dies, the legacy of the old chief will be cut off." An old orc squeezed forward and spoke harshly and earnestly.
"Isn't there Princess Connie?" Mag frowned.
"Master Petinan is the only choice. Princess Connie is not the successor and cannot become the chief." The old man shook his head.
"Since you're not here, let me say goodbye." Mag put away his sword with some boredom, threw the torch to the side, and turned around with Amy towards the direction of the stone gate.
"help me!"
"Please save us!"
The orcs began to cry for help frantically. They had heard countless warnings that they would be executed tomorrow, and now they were like grabbing a life-saving straw after falling into the water.
"If you make any more noise, I will kill you too," Mag said coldly.
The prison suddenly became dead silent.
The stone door slowly opened, Mag took Amy out, and then closed the stone door again.
The two ice sculptures at the door are still standing upright. If nothing else happens, no one will find out what happened in the prison until the prison guards change shifts.
"Point 2 has been ruled out. There is no dungeon." Mag turned on the intercom and said in a low voice.
"Point 1 has been ruled out. There are only three orcs imprisoned in the dungeon. Their appearance is very different from that of Ferdinand." Elizabeth's voice soon sounded from the intercom.
"Concentrate towards point 3." Mag led Amy and turned sideways into the nearby passage. A pair of patrol officers quickly passed by them.
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"Who are you! How dare you cause trouble in my Fa'k tribe!" Basil, who was wounded in many places, looked around, his expression full of frustration and anger.
On his way back to the palace, he was intercepted and attacked by unknown men.
The opponent's speed was so fast and his strength was so powerful that he couldn't even see the opponent's appearance clearly after several fights.
Many of the surrounding stone palaces collapsed, and the shattered boulders were the best evidence of the fierce battle.
There was no answer. The only answer he received was a boulder half as tall as a man.
Basil waved the black iron rod in his hand and smashed the boulder into stone fragments.
At this moment, a slender thigh kicked out from the dust in the sky, and kicked Basil away.
"Asshole! How dare you come out and fight me in an honest and fair manner!" Basil jumped out of the pile of boulders in frustration and roared to the sky.
The surroundings fell into silence again, only the leaves in the distance were rustled by the cold wind, as if they were also laughing at him.
…
"Who are you! How dare you kill members of my Falk tribe!" Daryl and Kurt intercepted Rex on the left and right, looked at him and yelled.
"Does it matter who I am?" Rex smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.
"It doesn't matter now. No matter who you are, you must die here tonight!" Daryl raised the mage's staff and began to chant a spell, and dark blue light began to condense on the top of the mage's staff.
Kurt also drew his double swords, and charged at Rex with the monster under his body.
"These words sound familiar." Rex shook his head, and instead of retreating, he rushed forward to face Kurt. He didn't see his weapon, so he raised his hand and punched him where he was sitting. The black monster smashed his head.
The tip of the knife almost slid against his scalp, and his iron fist actually hit the monster's head.
With a crisp sound of bones breaking, Kurt, who was sitting on top of the monster, and the monster with a collapsed head flew away at the same time.
"No publisher!"
Daryl looked at Rex and suddenly shouted in fear.
"It's...it's actually him?!"
Kurt, who had barely stabilized his body after landing on the ground, couldn't hide his surprise when he heard this.
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