Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 258 New Hero

Chapter 258 New Hero (5 more votes please!)

"Wha, what?"

"Amo was killed by you?"

The orcs felt like the sky was falling.

Roy didn't give them a chance to hesitate. In a blink of an eye, he grabbed a pig-faced orc.

"Do you know where he hides his treasure?"

"I, I don't know!"

Said the silly pig-faced beastman.

Roy swung his sword and stabbed him to death.

Then he picked up the second one.

Anyway, these guys are bullies who followed Amo to rob and plunder, and cause trouble to the local area.

There's no point in keeping it.

"I, I don't know either!"

Roy swung his sword again and stabbed him to death.

Then there was a third one.

"I know I know!"

The miracle doctor Roy cured the amnesia of these orcs!

However, when asked about the exact location, the orc hesitated and could not give a clear answer.

Roy sighed inwardly and stabbed the pig-faced orc several times, causing him to roll on the ground in pain. Then he killed him with a single sword strike.

"I hate it most when people deceive me!"

……

After a while, Roy finally got the key clue from a thin-looking orc, and then took him to the place where Amo hid the treasure.

That was the cellar in the backyard. There were no mechanisms or traps inside, but there were iron walls made of demonized iron ore, and a big, sturdy iron lock was hung on the gate.

The defense is simple, but extremely effective.

If you want to break through here, you have to waste time or take brute force measures that cause a lot of noise.

This almost cannot be avoided by Amo and his trusted subordinates.

But now that Amo is dead, I can slowly prepare this thing.

It just so happened that Roy had the key with him, so he didn't even have to use brute force.

"You guys stand guard, I'll give it a try."

Roy gave an order and stepped forward to inspect it briefly.

As expected, the orcs' magic technology was crude, and they hadn't found any traps or curses yet.

With a click, the big lock came loose.

Roy pushed hard and pushed open the heavy iron door. He was surprised to find that it was more than a foot thick and was made of high-quality iron ore.

"This iron alone must weigh at least 20,000 kilograms!"

If we calculate based on the heavy swords used by senior knights, which weigh 5 to 10 pounds, at least two to three thousand swords can be forged to arm an army.

And if it is heavy armor weighing more than 100 kilograms, it should be around or kilograms.

This can be considered a fortune for arming a clan.

"Take it down and put it into the space ring!"

With this thought in mind, Roy walked in and found a dazzling array of gold, silver and treasures.

"This guy's wealth is pretty good!"

Although most of it is ordinary iron ore of low value, there are also quite a few gold and silver.

This can be used as a material in alchemy.

Roy collected them without hesitation, and then continued to search for other medicinal herbs, minerals, monster furs, claws, bones and other items that looked valuable.

There are even some crystallized beast cores that look like jewels.

"This thing looks like a monster core!"

Roy smiled, feeling quite satisfied.

He didn't have time to identify these things one by one for the time being, but roughly speaking, it was no problem to estimate that they were worth tens of thousands of magic stones.

A moment later, Roy came out of the treasury and locked the heavy door again to prevent anyone from stealing in the chaos. As soon as he returned to the surface, he heard cheers coming from the street outside.

"Amo is dead!"

"Beheaded Amo was killed!"

Those gossipers had already spread the news of what had just happened, and a large group of people spontaneously gathered at the door of the mansion, celebrating.

"How is this going?"

Roy asked.

"Sir, you have done a great job in getting rid of harm to the people this time.

Beheaded Amo and the guys from the Molten Fire Tribe bullied the weak and acted tyrannically. Many clans and warriors hated him for a long time, but they were unable to deal with him because of his powerful strength.

There have always been warriors who tried to challenge him, but they were all killed and their heads were brutally chopped off...

This time it’s pure retribution!

You also chopped off his head!"

Luker listened carefully to the sounds coming from the street for a while, then turned around and spoke solemnly.

Planjie also used her racial talent to identify the noisy sounds outside.

"It seems like someone is fighting. Those are Amo's men..."

Some orcs took advantage of the chaos to escape just now.

But the people outside spontaneously organized themselves and killed them.

This saves a lot of effort.

Luker said, "The Molten Tribe won't have an easy time either. Too many people hate them!"

He was also filled with emotion about this.

Suddenly, the young man from the Black Blade Tribe turned around, knelt on one knee, and said solemnly: "Sir, I have a request. I also ask you to inherit the position of the Black Blade Tribe Chieftain, inherit the heroic title as the new generation of clan leader, and strive for the inheritance of the Sword Saint!

As the son of the former leader, I am willing to give up my honor and clan name, sincerely submit, and serve you! "

Roy looked at him with a hint of amusement, and said noncommittally, "Weren't you quite reluctant before?"

Luker said: “I originally thought that a strong man like you would just fool me casually and would not really help me get revenge.

But now that Amo is dead, I have nothing to doubt."

Roy paused for a moment and said, "I accept your loyalty, but the clan's honor and name are not something that can be transferred..."

Just after he finished saying this, Roy suddenly caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and saw strange rays of light condensing between heaven and earth.

That seed-like existence, like a crystallization of the source of talent, carries a hint of legendary aura.

Roy had seen its formed form when he killed Bloodhoof Kaylon.

And now, I see it again.

However, what was different from before was that, as if with Luker's sincere recognition, this power was completely extracted from him, transformed into a more complete form, and slowly floated towards himself.

Roy was in a trance, and his soul seemed to float up.

He seemed to have entered a third-person perspective, looking down at the earth from the air.

……

"He is Luker, a powerful warrior!"

"The name of the Black Blade Clan will surely flourish in his hands!"

"The Black Blade Sword Master's reputation has not been disgraced. Let us all join him and rebuild our clan!"

One after another, ethereal voices as if from the horizon reached Roy's ears.

He saw many light spots of different brightness and sizes gathering towards this side.

Somehow, the will of this world conveyed some mysterious message into his mind.

Roy woke up with a start.

Suddenly I found that my whole body was glowing.

"Is this... a hero's halo?"