Chapter 174: Your Majesty, Someone Is Attacking Your Bird (Part One) (1/2)
Chapter 174: Your Majesty, Someone Is Attacking Your Bird (Part One)
The Blackstone King’s mind was filled with questions, “What is going on? Why would such a bloody and vicious idea appear in my head? I almost lost control!”
He told himself that this black haired Prince Evan wasn’t someone that his Blackstone Kingdom could offend as he forced his hand off of the handle of his sword. However, he felt like taking his hand off of the hilt was harder than giving up his four thousand elite soldiers and the entire Blackstone Fortress.
The Black haired Prince Evan didn’t know about this and rode his horse in front.
He didn’t sense a pair of blood-seeking red eyes were staring at his back, and he did know that his life had jumped on the sickle of the Grim Reaper half a dozen times already.
In silence, both of them rode towards Blackstone Kingdom’s capital – Blackstone Castle.
They were scared of the king of Chambord like two dogs. One of them was still dizzy from the fall, and one of them didn’t even dare to look back while escaping. Prince Evan didn’t see what Fei did when he was in his Necromancer Mode at all. He felt like he lost his face and wouldn’t tell what happened to anyone, just like the Blackstone King.
At the same time, a white-winged eagle cried as it flew into the clouds and disappeared in the sky.
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Blackstone Fortress, Water Dungeon.
The shouting toned down outside, and the curiosity of the people who were inside the dungeon got stronger and stronger.
“Unbelievable! Who dares make chaos in Blackstone Fortress?”
A thin and tall man who was locked onto a moist and cold stone wall by chains asked his friend beside him as he moved his waist – In fact, that was the only body part that he was able to move slightly. That damn prison guard pierced through this man’s limbs with spiked iron chains. The wounds continued to heal and break open due to the movement of this man against the sharp spikes. The red blood dripped into the disgusting black liquid that filled up to the man’s knees along with pus from the inflamed wounds. What was surprising was that although this man had no complete skin on his body and a ton of wounds, his expression was still light as if he wasn’t living in hell! He didn’t look desperate or depressed with just a smile on his face.
“Maybe a mercenary team or merchant caravans have been targeted by these damn vampires of Blackstone. Maybe the Blackstone King had killed a group of people just for the money alone, just like the last few times.” Someone beside that man answered, “Are you still hoping for a miracle to occur? Listen to it, there is no more noise. The poor prey; they are probably all eaten up by those demons……”
“If you can still think, think about our fate. That bastard Blackstone King is really going to murder all of us, Chambord mine slaves……”
All of Chambord mines slaves were concentrated in this water dungeon.
The dungeon was located in an underground cave on the side of a cliff. It was quite similar to the old [Iron Prison Water Dungeon] in the back of Chambord, but the condition was almost a hundred times worse. The water that was about knee high was actually all slimy stinky liquid, and corpses of small animals such as mice or bugs and swollen human limbs floated on top of it. Some of these corpses were there for so long, that they had rotten and green “hair” grew out of them. As it got further into autumn, the weather was getting chillier, and so was the “water” in the dungeon. Many slaves who were weak to start off couldn’t survive for a day in the hunger and cold. Their lives were as cheap as dirt, but a lot of them persisted. Even under this extreme environment, the majority of the mine slaves from Chambord survived in this unforgiving condition by getting help from each other. It was quite a miracle!
This was because a light hope in their hearts supported them.
A saint king appeared in Chambord.
This was what the old Zolasc told them.
Zolasc also told them that the Saint King of Chambord would come here with his invincible forces and destroy the Blackstone Kingdom and save them from the torture and pain.
Even though…… It was only a beautiful dream
However, the dream represented hope.
Before, they lived in the mine pits like zombies and already gave up on resisting the pain and torture; hope was even a luxury to them. Therefore, even though the chance of the Saint King of Chambord coming here to save them was slim, and sounded like a delusion, a hope was better than nothing.
But from the look of it from their perspective, this hope was about to die.