Chapter 303: Must confess even unto death (2/2)

Fulkin was the leader of the mountain people on Mount Tali. They lived on Mount Tali by mining to trade for living necessities. The group of roughly a thousand mountain people had dropped continuously to less than six hundred throughout endless conflicts. They would have already long been destroyed by the bandits if it hadn’t been for the terrain of Mount Tali.

“I don’t know who that necromancer is, but those soldiers should belong to Brettel City. Hmm, those Brettel bugs actually dare to wield weapons in their hands, I must be seeing things!” Veteran miner Turiaf was tiptoeing on a tall stone, speaking with suspicion as he looked down below.

“I heard that Brettel City got a new city lord. Could it be this is the new city lord really wants to change the whole city?” Fulkin exclaimed involuntarily, a hint of shock appearing in his eyes.

“It’s said that the new city lord is Bryan. He seems to be a necromancer who killed the great swordmaster of the Brut Merchant Alliance. He’s an evil man who’s challenged many powerhouses of the Empire. No one could escape his palm of his hands. He’s never spared a single life in any fight.” Turiaf had recently heard some information from Brettel City thanks to the fairweather merchants. He couldn’t help but speak up now.

Fulkin, the chief of the mountain people on Mount Tali, pondered silently for a bit before opening his mouth to say, “That damnable bandit Troda has killed many of our people. Even my little brother died to his hands. Whatever it might be, Troda’s situation doesn’t look very good now. It seems we won’t have to stay and defend ourselves on the mountain anymore.”

“Fulkin, do you mean to descend down the mountain and fight to the death with Troda?” Turiaf asked, startled.

Nodding his head, Fulkin harrumphed coldly and shouted loudly, “Perhaps today is the time for our revenge. These damnable Troda bandits have killed too many of our people. We must not let him leave Mount Tali alive!”

As his words sounded, Fulkin stepped out from a mountain rock and sprinted downwards at the battle at the mountain foot. The mountain people who’d been hiding behinds rocks and shrubs, all followed Fulkin to charge the area where Faulke’s group was stationed, all of their long accumulated hatred abruptly exploding.

For the Fulkin’s people, the undead creatures were strange existences from another world. It was best not to come in contact with them. These creatures didn’t belong to this world after all, so it’d be a shame if the creatures turned to attack them.

Moreover, there were acid puddles of various sizes on the ground beneath those undead creatures. There were dozens of stark white skeletons freshly denuded of their flesh that were still lying in the acid puddles. The creepy scene was too shocking for them. They naturally wouldn’t be willing to enter such a dangerous place.

Whoosh whoosh!

Two bone spears shot out from an unknown position. Troda suddenly felt pain on his two legs. Dozens of gargoyles abruptly swamped over him. Without waiting for him to react, they grabbed him with their claws, spiraling up with him into the sky.

“My name is Bryan, I’m the new city lord of Brettel City. Very pleased to meet you, Troda!” Han Shuo’s voice rang out elegantly. When Troda finally reacted, he saw Han Shuo’s smiling face looking down at him, while the claws from four gargoyles pierced through his back. These four creatures flapped their wings, not letting him fall to his death.

“What do you want?” Troda was indeed a leader in the bandit world. His face was still vicious and furious as he roared at Han Shuo despite the agony on his bloody back.

“I don’t want anything, only all of your wealth. Spit back everything you’ve pillaged from Brettel City in the past several years!” Han Shuo was in a good mood as he spoke with a soft, happy laugh.

“Kill me! I won’t give you anything even if I die! Haha, you won’t get your hands on this weath!” Troda let out a crazy laugh, seemingly not knowing how to spell the word “death”.

Pfft! Three bone spears nailed Troda’s chest and lower abdomen. Han Shuo said smilingly,

“You seem to have forgotten that I’m a necromancer. In addition to the power ability to control dark creatures, necromancers are very familiar with the soul. Even if you die, I can still extract everything from your soul.”