Chapter 1545 This Makes No Sense

No issuer!

A taboo-like existence.

The half-orcs produced by the crossbreeding of orcs and humans eventually wiped out the Eba tribe.

This incident caused a huge shock on the Nolan Continent, and everyone in the orc tribes knew about it.

The Eba tribe was once one of the top ten tribes of the orcs. It was slaughtered overnight. The tragedy was extremely shocking. It is said that many of the orcs who witnessed the tragedy went mad and committed suicide after returning.

There are many versions of the legend about that night that are still circulating in the Twilight Forest.

And the notoriety of the publisher, Rex, also resounded throughout the Nolan continent after that night.

At that time, there were two tenth-level orcs in the Eba tribe, and the number of first-level orcs was not small.

Rex was able to slaughter the entire Eba tribe without a single survivor, and his strength was so strong that he was also set at an extremely high position.

However, after the tribal war ended that year, the strong men of all ethnic groups joined forces to subdue him and imprison him in Basti Prison. At this time, he should stay in the impenetrable prison of Basti Prison. How could he appear here? ?

Darryl and Kurt looked at Rex warily. They had heard that there seemed to be some connection between the Falk tribe and Rex. However, Rex was notorious back then, and the relevant information was completely wiped out.

On the eve of Gary's canonization, Rex suddenly appeared in the Falk tribe, what is his intention?

Of course, what is even more shocking is.

The one who can't walk... actually has long hair!

"There is no issuer, my Falk tribe has no grievances with you, why do you wantonly massacre the warriors and people of our tribe, do you want to massacre another tribe, the world is enemy?!" Darryl shouted in a deep voice, A secret letter in his hand flew out, and flew towards the palace under a cloud of dark gray light.

"You are only allowed to kill people, and I am not allowed to kill people. It doesn't make sense." Rex looked at Daryl and said calmly.

"Although I don't know how you escaped from Basti Prison, don't think that our Fak tribe is as easy to bully as the Eba tribe. If you don't give us an explanation today, don't even think about leaving here! Kurt yelled sharply, his hand holding the knife trembled slightly. Although the previous punch did not land on him, it made him feel the power of terror, and his mount was directly killed by the punch.

"I'm not here to kill people today, I'm here to save people." Rex looked at Kurt and said calmly: "If saving people requires killing people, it should be a little different."

"Who are you going to save?" Darryl asked in a deep voice.

"Same as them." Rex glanced at the orcs in black who hadn't dispersed in the distance.

Darryl and Kurt exchanged glances, and their expressions became a little dignified.

"No issuer, I warn you again, this is the internal affairs of our Falk tribe, you are not qualified to intervene." Kurt shouted.

To deal with such opponents, even if they have two people, they still don't have too strong confidence to keep the unpublisher.

The information had been sent to the palace, as long as Gary or Basil arrived, three against one, they would be sure to capture him.

If the unpublisher can be executed at tomorrow's conferring ceremony, it will be enough to enhance a lot of prestige for their Falk tribe.

Representatives of various ethnic groups will come to watch the ceremony tomorrow, but the Fake tribe has been destroyed in such a state. If the troublemakers are not caught, they will really have no face to receive visitors tomorrow.

Rex didn't act in a hurry, but continued to walk on the long street. Two of the four tenths had already come, and his goal was to attract another one.

...

"No issuer." Gary looked at the secret letter sent back by Darryl, and frowned, "Isn't this guy in Chaos City? Why did he suddenly appear here? Could it be that the rumors back then were true?"

"Where's Basil?" Gary asked, putting down the secret letter.

"Report! Lord Basil was attacked by an unknown opponent on the way back to the palace, and he may not be able to get out of trouble in a short time!" A guard quickly walked into the door.

"Unidentified opponent? Didn't see who it was?" Gary frowned even deeper.

"Yes, the speed is too fast, no one can clearly see who is attacking Lord Basil, including Lord Basil himself." The guard's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"An unpublished person, an unknown tenth-level powerhouse, unexpectedly, my nephew, who is not up to date, is still somewhat popular." Gary stood up slowly, and walked around the hall with a gloomy expression.

"Chief, our Falk tribe suffered from this battle, and the walls and walls were destroyed everywhere. If there is no one left, all the tribes will come to watch the ceremony tomorrow. I am afraid that the prestige will be weakened, and people will think that we can be bullied casually." The adviser in black at the side stepped forward.

"If you want to spoil my good deeds, then you have to be prepared to pay the price." Gary stopped, his gaze became cold, and he waved his hand: "Take my precious sword and let me meet the unpublisher!"

The gold and silver armor was put on quickly, and Gary took a long knife studded with gems and walked out with big strides.

The adviser in black stood at the entrance of the hall for a while, watching Gary ride out of the gate on horseback, then turned and walked towards the huge chair.

...

"I haven't been home for a few months, and it has changed a lot..." Connie walked lightly in the palace, her pink and white animal ears trembled slightly, and her keen hearing could help her avoid approaching enemies in advance, like a night walker. The black cat walked quietly through the palace.

However, she who was originally full of confidence now looked a little heavy.

Familiar and unfamiliar scenes made her unable to restrain the memory of that night of fire and blood.

She who was still asleep was awakened, and was escorted back in a daze.

The rebels crazily slaughtered the people in the palace, including the little maid who grew up with her.

In order to let her leave, her father was besieged to death, and those guards who were not afraid of death turned against the rebels...

Those memories that she had tried so hard to leave behind finally surged up again.

The dark passage became a little colder, and Connie couldn't help speeding up her steps, searching for places where she thought her brother might be imprisoned.

But in those places where she used to hide when she was a child, there was no place where her brother was locked up,

"Grandma's room." Connie stopped at the end of the corridor, looked at the room in front of her with doors and windows in disrepair, hesitated, and walked in the door.

The huge room seemed to have been ransacked. The beautiful porcelain that my grandmother carefully collected fell into fragments all over the floor, but all the wooden shelves used to display the porcelain were taken away, including all valuable things in the room, shoes stepped on On the broken porcelain, there was no sound at all.

Connie looked around the empty room, her eyes fell on the half of the cloth strip still hanging on the beam, her eyes turned red all of a sudden.

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