Chapter 527 I’m Very Disappointed in You
“Hurry up! Gather together all of the piggies that can fetch a good price and prepare to transport them through the underground passageway. Kill the rest and don’t leave any behind!” Within a large courtyard, Terry was hurling instructions. He forced himself to maintain a calm and collected expression, but there was undisguisable panic in his eyes.
He was originally already supposed to be on his way to the Demon Islands. However, Olef suddenly received news earlier in the day that the location of their base had been exposed. Thus, Terry was told to remain behind in order to deal with any potential changes that could arise. Meanwhile, Ebenezer led a group to hunt down that old elf and the little brat before Olef also departed.
Terry had just been told by a subordinate that something had happened to Olef and the others, and that someone could be on their way to raid their base very soon.
Olef was the leader and supporting pillar of their entire hunting party. Ebenezer was more powerful than Terry too, so the loss of those two struck a heavy blow to their party.
However, these circumstances also made him the most powerful and high-ranked being in the entire hunting party. As such, there was a hint of excitement intermingled with his panic and horror. If he could take over the rest of their subordinates, and then sell off all of their piggies, he would become the true leader of the hunting party.
In the underground cellar, demons and orcs held flaming torches as they tugged violently on the hair of the elves. The young and elderly elves were split up, and if any of them moved even slightly too slow, they would be struck by a whip or kicked to the ground.
However, the elves maintained an eerie silence. Their expressions were blank and dead, and they would only utter light groans even when they were struck by whips. There was no light in their eyes at all, and it was as if they were a horde of zombies.
Don’t blame me for not going to save you, Boss. You can only blame your own terrible luck. I’ll be sure to sell off all of these piggies for you, and I’ll also look after your hunting party in your stead. Terry rested his hands on the banister as he looked at his subordinates and the elves down below. His heart rate was accelerating, and there was a hint of a demented flush on his face.
“Big baddies! Hurry up and surrender! Otherwise, we’re going to come in!”
Right at that moment, a tender voice sounded from outside.
“Hmm? What was that?” Terry asked with furrowed brows.
“Master Terry, there’s a human with two piggies outside, yelling in front of our gates. One of the piggies seems to be that little brat that came with the old elf earlier today!” An orc quickly delivered a report.
“How many people do they have?” Terry asked.
“Just three; there’s no one else,” the orc replied.
“Is there anything special about that human?” Terry asked.
“Not really. He looks just like a normal human, and he’s not even carrying a weapon.” The orc shook his head in response.
“Hehe, little piggie, I was thinking about going to find you, but who would have thought that you’d deliver yourself to me? I’m going to kill all of you to avenge Boss Olef!” A sinister smile appeared on Terry’s face as he quickly strode over to the gates of the courtyard. He then turned to the orc and demons guards, and commanded, “Open the gates!”
Mag’s trio was situated over 10 meters away from the gates. Amy turned to look up at Mag with a perplexed expression. “Father, they’re not too scared to open the gates, are they?”.
Anna looked at the large courtyard before her, and was struck by a hint of fear and sorrow. She and her grandfather had come here this afternoon, thus resulting in them being hunted by those demons and orcs.
“They could be.” Mag looked on with narrowed eyes. These guys were most likely on high alert and in the process of transferring their forces elsewhere. This abandoned village was very secluded and difficult to find. With only a rough direction as a guide, it would most likely take a very long time before the Gray Temple could find this place.
“Little brats, who gave you the courage to come here to your deaths?” The gates were opened, and Terry strode out from within, followed by a few orcs and demons who were carrying flaming torches. All of them had their eyes fixed on the two little girls accompanying Mag.
“Liang Jingru[1].” Mag nodded with a serious expression.
Hmm? Terry raised an eyebrow as he looked at Mag with narrowed eyes. Who’s Liang Jingru? Is she a powerful being from the human race? They had to have some powerful backers. Otherwise, why would this guy try to raid their base with these two little girls?
“We’re here to save the elves. If I were you, I’d release all of the elves in captivity as quickly as possible. Maybe we’ll consider sparing your lives and offering all of you to the Gray Temple then.” Mag voice carried an undertone of warning as he spoke.
“That’s right, big baddie. You should all hurry up and surrender! Otherwise, I won’t spare you!” Amy nodded with a serious expression.
Terry burst into laughter upon hearing that. He looked at Mag with a sinister smile, and said, “Do you think I’m an idiot? All you’re doing is offering yourselves up as a midnight snack for me. Those two little piggies should fetch a high price in the Demon Islands’ black market.”
“Lu Xun[2] once said, people always like to use their shortcomings to attack others in an attempt to divert attention away from those shortcomings.” Mag looked at Terry, and sighed as he said, “Look at your fat pig head. What gives you the confidence to name elves piggies? If we had to find a pig here, you’d be the one that bears the most resemblance to one.”
“You… !” Terry’s eyes widened with rage, while the orcs and demons beside him struggled to suppress their laughter.
Father is so amazing! Amy looked up at Mag with reverence and admiration in her eyes. She discovered for the first time that her father was also very crafty with his words.
A smile also appeared on Anna’s face, and her nerves were soothed significantly. That demon really did look like a pig. With that image in mind, he wasn’t all that scary to look at.
“Damn you, human! I’m going to kill you!” Terry roared as he transformed into a berserking magic boar. He absolutely detested others referring to him as a pig; that was the most scathing insult to him. His eyes immediately turned red, and two massive tusks sprouted from his mouth as he charged toward Mag’s trio.
“I’m very disappointed in you.” Mag shook his head before raising a hand as he yelled, “Burning Legion!”
“Attack!”
Sargeras’ booming voice erupted.
“For the holy roujiamo!”
A loud and synchronized chant sounded as a bunch of flaming lava demons rushed out from the nearby forest. All of them were holding a roujiamo, currently in the process of stuffing them into their mouths.
Sargeras led the way from the front, wielding his foldable chair in one hand and holding the remaining half of his roujiamo in the other. He came crashing down like a flaming meteorite, and swung his chair violently toward Terry’s head.
[1] Liang Jingru is a Malaysian Chinese pop singer with a popular song named “Courage”.
[2] An extremely iconic Chinese writer, essayist, poet, and literary critic.