Chapter 240 (2/2)

Iron Teeth Yiloh was already a renowned expert in the lionman tribe. When he was still an adventurer back in the day, he was best friends with the infamous “Heavy Armored Mad Lion” Leonard. In the end, both of them drifted apart because of their differences in belief and philosophy. Leonard disappeared from sight. According to hearsay, he stepped into a realm that was unimaginable by mortals. Yiloh became the general of the entire South army of Orc Empire; he led more than one Orc invasion, and his fierce name was well known.

In the north side of the Eagle Kingdom, the name “Iron Teeth Yiloh” could even scare the babies’ midnight cries to a stop.

He had battled many times with Marquis Roland. Each had their wins and losses. Even when facing him one-on-one, Marquis Roland had no confidence he would win for sure.

If it were only him and only him, Marquis Roland would gladly lead his personal guards to charge towards his old rival, and have him surrounded and killed on the city wall.

And yet, Yiloh was not alone. He had seven other helpers.

Marquis Roland scanned through the seven helpers and recognized them very quickly.

Every time he recognized one of them, his heart sank one notch.

These eight legendary experts spread out to the left and right, as if they were guards who welcomed an old werewolf who walked up to the city wall. Marquis Roland’s heart sunk even deeper, like a rock that had fallen into the water.

He did not recognize this old man, but he recognized the wooden staff in his hand.

This wooden staff was not refined. It was ugly and rough. It looked like a big tree branch picked up from the side of the road and carved by hand, using a knife. But the wooden staff contained strong magical light in it. In his magic eyesight, it was as if a sun had come to rest in front of him.

More horribly, there was a string attached to the top of the staff. The string had six fist-sized skeletons tied to it. These skeletons had the same strong magic light shining from them and even dispersed a vicious aura.

“The Staff of Imprisonment?” He asked aloud.

The “Staff of Imprisonment” was rumored to belong to Lefon, Orcs’ Main God, back when He had not yet become a God. It contained strong and impossible power. When He became God, He left it amongst the Orcs. Every time the Orcs killed a demigod expert, the wooden staff morphed the expert into a skull and imprisoned them in the staff to increase its power.

In other words, the wooden staff had six skeletons, meaning there were already six dead demigod experts inside!

The old werewolf did not reply. He acted as if he could not see him, and was only interested in the events beneath the city walls, under his feet. Then he looked at the fortress in front of him that had almost no defense left.

“This time, we will take hold of it,” He said to Iron Teeth Yiloh. “You will be stationed here, then.”

The tall lionman whose fierce name was so famous bowed deeply and accepted this order with an extremely humble attitude.

The old werewolf nodded and was satisfied. He turned to leave.

Marquis Roland could not hold back anymore and growled. He led his loyal and brave personal guards and charge towards the old werewolf.

The eight legendary Orc experts welcomed them.

The Orc army had only needed one day in total to break the fortress of the City of Iron.