Chapter 1557 I Just Don't Want to Be Cut Open...

"The Chief of the Qingkong Tribe is here!"

"The emissary of the Tetan Tribe is here!"

"The envoy of the Gala Tribe is here!"

As the evening approached, guests from various tribes who came to watch the ceremony arrived one after another, loud voices resounded through the city tower, various flying mounts stopped in the open space outside the city, and distinguished guests of all ethnic groups were welcomed into the city.

With the power of the tribe, all the city walls that were destroyed last night have been repaired. Although some areas have not been completely cleaned up, as long as the destruction is thorough enough, there is naturally a reason to be able to prevaricate it.

Gary stood on the tallest tower of the palace, watched this scene, and nodded slightly in satisfaction.

"Chief, there is no trace of the unpublisher and the mysterious attacker. They took advantage of the chaos last night, but they failed to save Ferdinand. Today we gathered together the powerful beastmen, and even the Ogg tribe Chief Oster is holding the line, they probably don't dare to come again." Standing behind Gary, Darryl said in a low voice, what happened last night left him with lingering fear.

"If they still dare to come today, I will definitely let them come and go." Gary said in a cold voice.

Darryl continued: "Chief, the criminals who escaped last night have been counted. More than 800 prisoners who were originally planned to be executed today escaped, accounting for 80%. Did the night hang them as originally planned?"

"As long as Ferdinand doesn't escape, it doesn't matter how many others escape." Gary smiled contemptuously, and continued: "Hang, why not hang, I want everyone to know what the fate of betraying me is. In the future, those guys will be caught and put on the gallows one by one, and no one will be able to escape."

Darryl looked a little unnatural, his lips moved, and finally nodded: "Yes."

Gary turned around, looked at Daryl, and said in a low voice, "Darryl, I know that Isaiah treated you well back then and helped you a lot in cultivation."

"Yes." Daryl lowered his eyes and nodded silently.

"Since this period of time, our Falk tribe has lost two tenth-level powerhouses, barely maintaining the status of the second tribe of the orc tribe." Gary grinned, but his voice was extremely cold: "I don't want another ten There are fewer super powerhouses, what do you think?"

Darryl shivered, and quickly replied: "I don't think there will be any more."

"very good.

Gary reached out and patted Darryl's shoulder lightly, and said with a smile: "Go, there are still many things that need you to preside over." "

"Yes." Darryl turned around and walked out as if he had been pardoned.

Gary looked at the lively tribe, opened his hands, looked up at the sky slightly, and said with a smile: "Isaiah, have you seen that the Falk tribe will soon belong to me completely, and I said back then that I would definitely Take back what belongs to me, you shouldn't take it as a joke."

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"This is the handover procedure. We will hand them over to you, but we need to confirm that they are indeed dead, and we need to bring the corpses back to return." A prison van parked at the back door of the large kitchen, an orc with a scar on his face Handed a piece of kraft paper to Heyman, confirmed his signature, took it back into his arms, and waved his hands behind him. The two orcs immediately dragged two ragged prisoners with black hoods on their heads. Pulled to the door.

"You guys have worked hard. When the lungs are taken here, I will send them the corpse." Heyman said with a smile, and waved his hand.

Two chefs who were specially in charge of handling beasts stepped forward, and each of them carried the two prisoners and walked towards the big kitchen, and Heyman also walked in.

"Boss, do you think people really eat orc lungs? Aren't lungs the worst thing to eat?" an orc asked in a low voice.

"You know what a fart, the chef who can let the chief personally order, even if it's shit, can make delicious food." The scarred orc spat, looked at the two prisoners who were taken away, curled his lips and said: " It would be better to go directly to the gallows to be alive and have your lungs taken out."

The two orcs who were carried were struggling desperately, but their hands and bodies were tied with ropes, and they were held by a pair of strong hands, like chickens waiting to be killed. No matter how hard they struggled, it seemed futile and useless.

"You two, don't struggle. I'll intercede with Mr. McGonagall later, and let him give you a good time. It's more comfortable than going to the gallows." Heyman followed behind and sighed.

The lady on the left broke down and cried when she heard the words.

"Juliet, don't be afraid, I'm...I'm still..." Romeo cried anxiously.

The hands of the two danced wildly in mid-air, finally touched each other, and then held tightly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Romeo comforted.

"I'm not afraid, I just don't want to be cut open..." Juliet choked up.

Romeo held Juliet's hand tightly, but he didn't know how to answer for a long time.

Heyman led people to the No. 1 kitchen, knocked on the door, looked at McGonagall who came out, and said, "Mr. McGonagall, I brought you the man. He was just brought out of the prison. He smells a little heavy. He needs to Do you want to deal with it first?"

Mag glanced at the two hooded prisoners being carried, and recognized the figures of the two at a glance, but still confused: "Are you sure this is a loving couple?"

"These two are Romeo and Juliet, the model couples of our Falk tribe. The entire tribe cannot find a second more loving couple." Heyman nodded, looking at the eyes of the two with regret , approached Mag, and lowered his voice a little bit: "They are a good couple, if possible, let them suffer less for a while."

"Okay." Mag nodded, opened the door, and said: "Just send it in, we will handle it ourselves, I need to start making preparations, if there is nothing else, please don't bother us."

"Okay, I will warn them." Heyman nodded hastily. Now the most important department in the big kitchen is of course the No. 1 kitchen. There is no problem with the other seats having a slightly worse taste, but the main banquet seats are all nobles from various tribes , if something goes wrong, it will be a big trouble.

The tall orc put Romeo and Juliet on the ground, then turned and left.

Mag closed the door, and asked Barbara to arrange an anti-eavesdropping and intrusion formation by the way.

Everyone gathered around and looked curiously at the two people hugging back to back on the ground.

Mag had already greeted everyone before, and everyone knew that someone would be sent.

Mag stepped forward and tore off the black hoods on the two heads.

The light suddenly appeared, and both of them closed their eyes subconsciously, and opened them after a while, looking at Mag and the girls surrounding them, they were all stunned.

Didn't they say they were going to be caught and their lungs taken for cooking?

How is it a group of beautiful girls who look harmless to humans and animals?