Chapter 1544: Father, Is This A Flying Sword?
Ding!
There was a crisp sound of metal and rock clashing. Yiri’s long saber, which he just pulled out, broke into tiny pieces of saber-flakes.
At the same time, a sword landed right in the middle of his face as he watched in horror.
Blood and an unknown substance squirted out in all directions. Yiri’s body, without half of his head, fell gradually to the ground. He did not even have the time to finish his words.
“Sir!”
The prison guards all stared in disbelief. The best swordsman in the Falk Tribe was killed before he could even block an attack!
However, they did not have time to make a sound, for that man in black turned towards them immediately after killing Yiri.
The warden was killed in a single blow, but that did not quench their desire for survival. They pulled out their swords and sabers, while a low chant sounded in the background.
This was the underground prison beneath the palace, after all. As long as they made a loud enough commotion for the chief to detect, no matter who this fellow was, he would be a gone case.
And no matter how powerful this man in black was, he was just one person.
However, the temperature in the prison seemed to have gone down by a lot. The air seemed to have come to a standstill as though it was frozen. This also made it difficult for them to move.
Just then, the man in black flung his longsword out.
The longsword flew out and glimmered, reflecting the light from the oil lamps. It went one round around the long prison corridor at a terrifying speed, and landed back in Mag’s hand.
Blood dripped from the tip of the sword as the heavy stone door closed slowly behind them.
At that moment, all the prison guards stared wide-eyed in horror as they fell limply to the ground before losing all signs of life.
“How impressive!” Amy’s mouth was wide open as she watched Mag keep his sword. Her little face was filled with shock and admiration.
Amy could not help but curiously ask, “Father, is this a flying sword?”
“This is a kind of sword technique,” Mag answered with a smile, and did not go on further. He reached out for a torch on the wall, and walked towards the jail cells.
The commotion caused by the fight and the pungent smell of blood in the air around woke the sleeping prisoners. The prison guards that had always verbally and physically abused them were all killed!
“Was the scoundrel, Gary, executed?”
“I knew it! The one who killed our leader would never become the chief. Even Flerken would not agree to it!”
The prisoners all rushed to the door of the cell excitedly.
“I am here to save Young Master Ferdinand. Is he here?” Mag asked in a low tone.
The prison fell quiet for a moment before someone exclaimed, “Could Gary still be in control of the outside world?”
Terror overwhelmed them once again, and some even begged Mag for help.
“Is Young Master Ferdinand held captive here?” Mag repeated, ignoring the orcs who were begging him to save them.
“Young Master Ferdinand is not here. Young hero, please save him. The Falk Tribe depends on him. If he dies, the lineage of the old chief will be broken,” an old orc pleaded after squeezing his way to the front.
“Isn’t there still Princess Connie?” Mag said with a frown.
“Young Master Ferdinand is the only one because Princess Connie cannot inherit the position, and cannot become chief.” The old orc shook his head.
“Since he’s not here, bye.” Mag kept his sword disappointedly. He threw the torch aside, and took Amy along with him as they walked toward the stone door.
“Save me!”
“Please save us!”
The orcs started to scream for help frantically. They’d already heard about the execution tomorrow countless times. Right now, they were clinging on to the last lifebuoy.
“Another peep, and I’ll kill all of you too,” Mag said coldly.
The prison suddenly became dead silent.
The stone door opened slowly, and Mag brought Amy out as the stone door closed again slowly.
The two ice statues at the door were still standing tall. If nothing went wrong, they would only find out that something happened in the prison during the shift change.
“Location two is out. There’s no dungeon here,” Mag said to the walkie-talkie in a deep voice.
“Location one is out. There are only three orcs in the dungeon here, and their physical appearance is too different from Ferdinand’s.” Elizabeth’s voice came from the walkie-talkie quickly.
“Gather at location three.” Mag held Amy’s hand and turned into a passageway at the side. Just after they left, a patrolling troop walked past where they were.
***
“Who are you! How dare you cause trouble at the Falk Tribe!” Basil, who was injured in several areas, looked around with frustration and anger.
He was stopped and attacked by an unknown person on his way back to the palace.
The opponent was so fast and strong that he didn’t manage to get a clear look after exchanging several blows.
Most of the stone pillars around had fallen, and the crushed giant stone was the best evidence of the intensity of the battle.
There was no reply. His only reply was a giant stone the size of half a human.
Basil waved his black metal rod, and smashed that giant rock into tiny stones raining down.
And just at that moment, a long leg came thrusting down amidst the dust and stones, kicking Basil away.
“Darn! Have a battle with me openly if you have the guts!” Basil howled angrily after he jumped out from the pile of stones.
All was still other than the wind rustling the tree leaves in the distance, as though it was mocking him.
***
“Who are you! How dare you kill a Falk Tribesman!” Darryl and Kurt held on to Rex, looking and hurling curses at him.
“Who am I? Is that important?” Rex laughed in a self-mocking way.
“It’s no longer enough. I don’t care who you are, you have to die here tonight!” Darryl raised his magic caster’s staff and started chanting a spell. A deep blue glow started forming at the tip of the staff.
Kurt pulled out his double knife again, and rode towards Rex on his magic beast.
“That sounded a little familiar.” Rex shook his head. Instead of retreating, he went ahead and clashed head-on with Kurt. He did not have any weapons with him. He lifted his arm, and landed a punch right on that black magic beast’s head.
The blade of the knife grazed his head, while his iron fist landed a solid blow on that magic beast’s head.
Kurt, who was sitting on the magic beast, flew back as its head caved in following the crisp sound of skull cracking.
“Hairless Monk!”
Darryl looked at Rex, and shouted in horror.
“It… It actually is him?!”
Kurt, who struggled to stand back up, was also in shock when he heard Darryl.