Final Lord

Chapter 101: Return to Ghost Jumping Cliff

"We sincerely repent of our past sins. We are willing to pay any price to atone for our sins.

We will swear an oath of blood, become your slave, sign a contract with you, and take poison... We are willing to accept any means to ensure your trust in us. We only ask you, please don't abandon us."

"Not only me, but also the Harpy."

"We are willing to pay whatever price we can as compensation to gain their forgiveness."

Wang Bufu fell silent. He thought for a moment and asked, "When did Lincoln come into contact with the Chaos Faction? Which cult did he join?"

The middle-aged Crow Man said with a sad face: "We don't know. If we knew, we would definitely stop him.

The Lord of Death is a career path of the faith system, which requires faith in the God of Dawn. His involvement in chaos means that he has completely given up this path.

He betrayed the sacrifices we all made.

I've said before that Lincoln has been distancing himself from us since we were in Gru Territory.

I used to comfort myself, thinking that this was a last resort for Lincoln to integrate into Gru County.

Now that I think about it, he might have been in contact with chaos a long time ago, and he kept distancing himself from us because he was afraid we would find out."

"Where's your leader, Les? He has a contract with Lincoln and is considered Lincoln's confidant. Doesn't he know about it?"

“Les is a good kid. He is the most talented person in our clan after Lincoln, and his personality is much better than Lincoln’s.

We were all punished and humiliated by Lincoln to varying degrees, but the suffering we endured combined was not as great as that endured by Rice alone. He sacrificed himself in that way entirely for the sake of his tribe.

He is very close to us and has always carried the survival of the tribe on his shoulders.

It’s a pity that Rice has no talent for spellcasting, otherwise he would be a better choice than Lincoln.

I can guarantee that Les had no idea Lincoln had joined the chaos, otherwise he would have been the first to step forward to stop it, just like what happened in the Black Forest.

The contract only controls Les's life, not his character."

Wang Bufu focused his attention on the middle-aged crow man.

Name: Ruth Levine
Race: Crowman
Inherent racial talent: Corrosion Immunity: Immunity to plague, acid and corruption.

Occupation: Crow Assassin

Rank: Ordinary 3rd level 6

Professional skills:

Crow Switch: Can switch between Crow and Crowman Assassin forms.

Crow Form has the Stealth and Taunt perks. Assassin Form has the Poison Dagger perk.

Attributes:……

Personal exclusive talents:

Crowman Chief (E): When leading the Crowman tribe, all Crowmen gain +1 attack and defense.

[Name: Kyles Levine

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Name: Charles Levine
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Wang Bufu sighed. He could see more detailed attribute panels for most of the Crowmen, and Rutt, like Butler Ming, could see all the panels.

This shows that the Crowmen actually have a good impression of him. This is due to both his father and the fact that he killed the demonized Lincoln.

After hearing the Crowmen's tragic history, Wang Bufu understood their thoughts. This was a race that had reached a desperate situation, and their only hope was Lincoln.

But their only hope chose to throw themselves into the chaos, breaking their hearts.

He killed Lincoln as revenge for them.

To be honest, if they hadn't killed the harpies, they would definitely be a good choice for subjects.

Excellent stunts, very easy to use.

When you are desperate, don't worry too much about loyalty.

Their bottom line is low enough. If they can do so many bad things for Lincoln, they can also do more bad things for him.

A mature territory cannot only have poetry and distant places. There must always be someone to carry the burden and move forward in the darkness.

But the Harpy...

Wang Bufu thought about it again and again, but still couldn't bear to give up such high-quality troops.

He turned around and said, "If you want to follow me, you must be mentally prepared.

I guarantee you'll have a hard time in the beginning, until you've performed well enough to earn my trust."

"Remember," the king said, his cloak brushing against Lute's bloodied and broken wings as he turned. "Your first duty is to confess your sins to the harpies and beg for their forgiveness. If they won't forgive you, I won't forgive you either. This is what true blood for blood means."

Ruth suddenly became anxious: "Lord, what should we do?"

“I will take the Harpy to Ghost Leap Cliff later, and you guys should follow.

You'd better pray that all your people are like you and obey Lincoln's orders only because they have no choice.

If there are any bloodthirsty souls among them who have been torturing the Harpy captives in Lincoln's absence, then be prepared to flee."

"Yes!" Ruth breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head slightly.

……

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Under the moonlight, Wang Bufu brought his troops to Ghost Leaping Cliff.

The cliffs of Ghost Leap Cliff glowed a sickly green in the moonlight, a cursed glow from the acidic erosion. The remains of a harpy's nest nest nested in the crevices of the rock resembled a beehive gnawed by a giant beast. The charred fragments of a nursery basket clung to the jagged thorns, each piece of fabric caked with dried egg liquid—the unhatched embryos solidified into a jelly-like liquid, like amber, preserving the huddled, terrified form of their young.

A harpy's skeleton lay half-sunken in the swamp, her claws spearing through the chest of a crow assassin, her shattered wings still embracing. Acid had fused her arms and the charred young she held into a twisted sculpture, like some desecrated Madonna.

There were dense scratches on the rock wall, and some of the scratches were embedded with bloody gray feathers.
The most striking thing was the cliff in the center of the main lair. Hege's body was cruelly nailed to it, a shocking sight!
"You damn guys, look what you've done!"

The scent of the healing potion hadn't yet dissipated, and dark green pus and blood still oozed from the bandages around Heska's abdomen. She angrily rose from the carriage, her broken left wing flaking up and overturning the potion jar. The potion splashed onto the face of the Crowman leader, Root, forcing him to close his eyes.

"Beast!" Heska's claws pierced Root's shoulder blade, and blood dripped down Root's steel-gray feathers. "When you were eating our cubs, did you ever think about today?!"

Root stumbled, knocking over two of his tribesmen. Dried herbs clung to his festering nose. Silently, he wiped away the potion that obscured his vision, stood at attention, and let Heska's broken wings strike him hard in the chest.

"You bunch of damn crows, I really want you to taste the pain of losing your people!" Heska's eyes were bloodshot. She dragged her body, which had not yet recovered, and grabbed Rut's throat with her claws!

"enough."

Before Heska's claws could reach Root's artery, they were deflected by the gleaming golden horn. Wang Bufu lifted the carriage curtain, and the moonlight cast a long shadow behind him.

(End of this chapter)