Chapter 510: Centaur Prince
Joan nodded, and said to the Frost Giant: "I'm here to guard Baldwin, you go and open the prison door and release those centaur youths who were kidnapped by Baldwin. Later, they may need to be a bridge between us and the Iron Hoof tribe." The leader got in touch and explained the cause and effect of the whole thing."
"You are very considerate, I will release him right now."
Clark strode towards the prison without using a key. He grabbed the iron fence with both hands and yanked it vigorously, tearing the fence from the door frame and throwing it aside.
The imprisoned centaur youth dragged heavy handcuffs and shackles out of the prison door, and Clark used the same simple and rude way to tear off the shackles to free the prisoner.
Baldwin's hands and feet were tied, and his mouth still refused to give in. He kept trying to threaten and lure Joan to let him live.
Joan was too lazy to listen to his nagging, so he warned him angrily: "Either shut up your stinky mouth, or go nagging to those kidnapped by you, I guess they are all happy to talk to you."
Baldwin turned his head and saw the group of centaur prisoners rushing out of the cell, and immediately changed his face in fright, and curled up in a ball with his head buried, not daring to breathe, lest those furious centaur men would find him here.
At this time, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from the top of the spiral staircase leading to the ground, and the flames flickered, followed by angry shouts.
"Henry Baldwin! You more insidious than a forked-tongue snake, more disgusting than a toad in the gutter!"
"I know you are hiding in the cellar below, and you have one minute to get out and accept the punishment you deserve, otherwise I will swear to the gods in the name of the chief of the Iron Hoof Tribe, kill your family and servants, and burn you houses and pastures, and in the end I will execute you with my own hands, and take out your blackened heart and feed it to wild dogs!"
The intimidator used the lingua franca of mankind, but the pronunciation was a bit blunt, and some Elvish words were mixed in, showing the typical language style of the Centaurs.
"The man outside is Drogo Ironhoof." Clark released all the horse prisoners, picked up Baldwin like a dead dog, and whispered to Joan, "Drogo is a man with a strong and violent temper, and he always does what he says. , let’s take Baldwin with us and go out to talk to him, lest he get impatient and really order the indiscriminate killing of innocent people and it will end badly.”
Joan nodded, and followed the frost giant up the stairs leading to the surface.
A large group of horsemen and warriors surrounded the exit of the cellar, all holding torches in their hands, illuminating the courtyard as bright as day.
The young centaur headed by him was extraordinarily strong, with a bronze complexion, long chestnut hair tied into countless shawl braids, wearing a golden breastplate, holding a long gun, and his face was gloomy as if it was about to freeze.
When the figures of Clark and Joan appeared at the stairs, the centaur leader's eyes immediately fell on the face of the frost giant, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"How could it be you, 'Frostrager' Clark Heinier! I thought you were an upright man, but I didn't expect that you would be bought by Baldwin. A black-hearted rich guy as a bodyguard!"
"Son of Chiron, Drogo Ironhoof, don't let your misunderstanding break the heart of an old friend!"
Clark looked solemn, and warned the prince in a solemn tone that Joan had never seen before.
"Calm down, my old friend, don't let anger cloud your reason, ask these centaur friends behind me, ask these freed prisoners, they will tell you the truth, who helped them win their freedom! "
Hearing Clark's words, Prince Centaur's face changed slightly, and he whispered a few words with the group of people who had walked out of the cellar, and then his face suddenly revealed.
"Clark Heinier, my noble friend! Please forgive my disrespect just now, accept my apology, and allow me to take back those reckless words just now!"
Prince Centaur was ashamed and bowed deeply to the frost giant in apology.
"I accept your apology, old friend Drogo. The misunderstanding between us is not difficult to resolve, but some things are not so easy to settle. As a friend, I must give you some advice." The frost giant said seriously.
"Do we have any other troubles?" Drogo Ironhoof asked in surprise.
"You just cursed Henry Baldwin. I have no objection to that. This man is indeed as despicable and shameless as you said, but he only played a small role in this conspiracy, instructing Baldwin to kidnap the backstage of the centaur youth. Boss, it's General Isaac Hooker, Commander of the Port of Princes Garrison with heavy troops in his hands!"
"Old friend Drogo, I fully understand your eagerness for revenge, but angry centaurs are not welcome in Prince Port, and you need to make a long-term plan."
Clark didn't go on.
Drogo Ironhoof is not as reckless as it looks, otherwise he would not be able to defeat many competitors to become the youngest patriarch in the history of the Ironhoof tribe, and he should understand his hint.
Drogo Ironhoof's face changed continuously, and finally, as Clark expected, he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice:
"Thank you for your advice, my old friend. The 'Children of the Jungle' spare no foe, just as we never betray our friends. I will wait patiently for a better time for vengeance, just as a hunter never minds taking his time The sharpness of the javelin is incomparable... However, before seeking justice from the messenger behind the scenes in Port Prince, I will first bring Henry Baldwin, a despicable villain, back to the tribe, and give an explanation to those tribesmen who have lost relatives and friends."
"No problem, Henry Baldwin at your disposal!"
The frost giant grabbed Baldwin, who was paralyzed from fright, and threw him to the centaur prince.
"Old friend Drogo, please don't mention in front of others that my mage friend and I were here tonight. We are all people who are afraid of trouble and don't want to be involved in the conflict between your centaurs and the conquest order."
"Don't worry, my people and I will keep our mouths shut about what happened tonight!"
Drogo Ironhoof didn't even bother to look Henry Baldwin in the eye, motioned to his squire to drag him away, and waved Clark goodbye.
"Old friend, there will be a time later."
Clark watched Drogo's men and horses gallop away like a gust of wind, sighed with complicated emotions, turned to Joan and said, "I have a bad feeling that this matter will not end like this."
"Although the ending was a bit unexpected, and many hidden dangers have been laid, at least Mr. Davis' troubles have been resolved, and there is no need to worry about the blight monster attacking the ranch. As for how the grievances between the centaurs and General Hook will develop... ...Then it's none of your business." Joan comforted him softly.
Clark nodded in agreement, and then said: "It's almost dawn, let's go back quickly, so that Dad won't worry."
Joan followed in the footsteps of the frost giant, left the burning house, avoided the crowds who came to watch the excitement, and hurried back to Davis' home.
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