Chapter 1544 Father, Is This a Flying Sword?

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of metal and stone hitting each other sounded, and the long knife that Yili had just raised halfway shattered into a sky full of blades.

And in his terrified eyes, a sword slashed straight at his face.

Blood and unknown liquid splashed everywhere, and Yili's body without half of his head fell slowly, before he even had time to say the second word.

"The warden!"

All the jailers looked at this scene in disbelief. The number one swordsman of the Fake tribe was killed without even catching a blow from his opponent!

However, there was no time to scream, because after the man in black killed Yili, he didn't stay in shape for a moment, but rushed towards the other people in the passage at a faster speed.

The warden was killed by a sword, but this did not completely obliterate their desire to survive. The sound of drawing swords and knives sounded one after another, and at the same time there was the sound of magic singing.

After all, this is the dungeon directly below the palace, as long as they make enough noise to make the chief sense, no matter who the intruder is, he will also be killed.

And no matter how powerful the man in black is, there is only one of him.

However, the temperature in the prison seemed to drop a lot all of a sudden, and the air became a little stagnant, as if it had been frozen, and everyone's movements became somewhat inconvenient.

At this moment, the man in black who rushed forward suddenly threw out the long sword in his hand.

Under the light of the oil lamp, the long sword glowing with cold light flew out, circled around the corridor of the prison at a frightening speed, and fell into Mag's hands again.

Blood dripped slowly from the tip of the sword, and the heavy stone door behind them also slowly closed.

At this time, those jailers slowly fell to the ground with terrified eyes, completely losing their voices.

"It's so powerful!" Amy opened her mouth slightly and looked at McGonagall who drew the sword, her face was full of surprise and admiration.

"Father, is this a flying sword?" Amy couldn't help asking curiously.

"This is a kind of sword skill." Mag replied with a smile, and then didn't say any more, but took a bunch of torches from the side wall and walked towards the prisons.

The movement of the fighting and the increasingly strong smell of blood in the air made the prisoners sober,

Those jailers who usually treated them as pigs and dogs and beat and scolded them wantonly were all killed!

"Is that bastard Gary already executed?"

"I knew that it was impossible for a kingslayer to become a chief, and Lord Devouring Beast God would never agree to it!"

The prisoners rushed to the railing one after another, the excitement on their faces hard to hide.

"I'm here to rescue Young Master Ferdinand, is he here?" Mag said in an old and low voice.

The prison was quiet for a while, and then someone said in surprise: "Is the outside world still controlled by Gary?"

Panic spread again, and some people began to ask for help from McGonagall.

"Can Prince Ferdinand be imprisoned here?" Mag ignored the orcs who were asking for help, and repeated in a stiff voice.

"Prince Ferdinand is not imprisoned here. This strong man, please rescue him. The rise and fall of our Fake tribe depends entirely on him. If he dies, the legacy of the old chieftain will be broken." An old orc pushed forward, speaking bluntly and earnestly.

"Isn't there still Princess Connie?" Mag frowned.

"Prince Ferdinand is the only choice. Princess Connie is not the successor, nor can she become the chief." The old man shook his head.

"Since you're not here, let's say goodbye." Mag put away the sword a little bored, threw the torch aside, and turned around with Amy and walked towards the stone gate.

"help me!"

"Please save us!"

All the orcs began to cry for help frantically. They had heard countless warnings about being executed tomorrow, and now it was like grabbing a life-saving straw after falling into the water.

"If you keep arguing, I'll kill you too." Mag said coldly.

The prison became dead silent in an instant.

The stone door opened slowly, Mag took Amy out, and then closed the stone door again.

The two ice sculptures at the door are still standing upright. If there is no accident, no one should find out what happened in the prison until the prison guards change shifts.

"Point 2 has been ruled out, and there is no dungeon." Mag turned on the walkie-talkie and said in a low voice.

"Spot No. 1 has been ruled out. There are only three orcs imprisoned in the dungeon, and their appearance and characteristics are quite different from those of Ferdinand." Elizabeth's voice soon rang out from the intercom.

"Concentrate on point 3." Mag led Amy sideways and turned into the side passage, and a pair of patrolmen quickly passed by them.

...

"Who are you! How dare you make trouble in our Falk tribe!" Basil, who was wounded in many places, looked around, his expression full of aggrieved and angry.

On the way back to the palace, he was intercepted and attacked by unknown guys.

The opponent's speed was too fast and his strength was too strong, so that after several fights, he didn't even see the opponent's appearance clearly.

The surrounding stone palaces collapsed many times, and the smashed boulders are the best evidence of the fierce battle.

There was no answer, and only a half-human-high boulder responded to him.

Basil waved the black iron rod in his hand, and smashed the boulder into a sky full of stone chips.

And at this moment, a slender thigh kicked out from the dusty sky, kicking Basil into the air with one kick.

"Bastard! How dare you come out and fight me in an open and honest manner!" Basil jumped out of the huge boulder pile a little aggrieved, and roared to the sky.

The surroundings fell into silence again, only the leaves in the distance were rustling by the cold wind, as if they were laughing at him.

...

"Who are you! How dare you kill a member of the Falk tribe!" Darryl and Kurt stopped Rex from left to right, and shouted while watching him.

"Who am I, does it matter?" Rex smiled self-deprecatingly.

"It doesn't matter now, no matter who you are, you must die here tonight!" Darryl raised the mage's staff and began to chant spells, and the dark blue light began to condense on the top of the mage's staff.

Kurt also drew out his two knives, drove the monster under him, and charged at Rex.

"These words sound familiar." Rex shook his head, advancing instead of retreating, and rushed towards Kurt, but without seeing his weapon, he raised his hand and punched Kurt at the place where he sat. The head of the black monster was smashed away.

The tip of the knife almost slid past his scalp, while his iron fist actually hit the monster on the head.

Accompanied by a crisp sound of bone shattering, Kurt, who was sitting on top of the monster, and the monster whose head had collapsed flew upside down at the same time.

"No Issuer!"

Darryl looked at Rex, and suddenly cried out in horror.

"It...is it him?!"

Kurt, who barely stabilized his figure after landing, couldn't hide his surprise when he heard this.