Final Lord

Chapter 302 A Swordsman Arrives in the Capital

Wang Bufu suddenly raised his hand, interrupting her narration.

"Resources are not a problem. Not only resources, but also career advancement is not a problem."

Those Medusas who are ambitious and want to go higher and further can join my army.

They only need to obey my orders and fight for me with their lives; everything else is my responsibility. You've seen it yourself; even cavemen can forge their own paths in my territory.

Wang Bufu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "The one who will guide you is Blind Cat, the chieftain of the cavemen. Blind Cat's rank is Level 5 of the Extraordinary Realm, which is higher than yours."

"What? A caveman... a common species, and a higher rank than me!" Aisana's snake tail snapped straight, the scales scraping against the ground with a screeching sound. She looked up in disbelief, only to see Wang Bufu already standing up, his ice-blue cloak fluttering in the wind.

"From this day forward," his voice was as sharp and resolute as the polar wind, "the Medusa clan officially becomes my subjects."

As he spoke, the light of the fire outlined an area on the map of the eastern district of White Spirit City. The terrain there was relatively high, with an inverted river very close to the sky, and the humid environment was perfectly suited to the habits of snakes.

“I will build you your own territory there.” Wang Bufu drew an arc in the air with his fingertip. “A training ground with stone pillars, a temperature-controlled snake nest, and a fish pond for raising fish. You will never have to worry about advancement materials again.”

In the future, I will also find Medusa's troop lair, the Silent Hall, and transform it into your paradise.

Aisana's pupils trembled violently as she saw the Eye of Medusa in Wang Bufu's hand emitting a ghostly light, the ancient runes seemingly echoing this promise.

“But this gift requires an equal exchange.” Wang Bufu suddenly clenched his fists, his pupils staring directly at Aisana, his gaze so heavy it seemed capable of crushing mountains.
"The loyalty I seek is not a swearing oath of submission, but a law etched in my blood—when my commands contradict your lives, my commands must supersede your lives."

As the evening wind suddenly picked up, the branches of the White Spirit Tree King abruptly turned eastward.

Aisana smelled the metallic, sweet scent of the Strange Mushroom King in the wind, a scent that reminded her of the thousand years her people had spent huddled in the poisonous fog swamp, feeding on rotting fish.

As she trembled and extended her scaly palm, the tip of her tail shook repeatedly like a rattlesnake, and several scales even broke off due to excessive tension.

"Our home?" Her voice was like a snake's tongue soaked in mead, sweet yet carrying a dangerous tremor.

When the warmth of Wang Bufu's palm traveled through the scales, the pink scales unfurled layer by layer like a peacock spreading its tail.

She vaguely saw herself wrapping her tail around Wang Bufu's ice crystal throne, while her people were carving their territory's emblem with a petrified gaze under the upside-down Milky Way—this absurd association made her scales hum with passion.

“If it were for such a monarch, I would gladly give up my tail…” Aisana’s vertical pupils completely blurred into hazy golden lines, and her fangs unconsciously tapped lightly between her lips.

She suddenly understood why the cavemen were willing to risk everything for the sake of the king—the shiver that shot up from her tailbone was even more dizzying than when she first advanced.

The instant Wang Bufu and Aisana intertwined their fingers, the Eye of Medusa suddenly unleashed a bronze pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth. Aisana's snake hairs collectively raised their heads and hissed, each scale reflecting Wang Bufu's figure enveloped in divine light.

She didn't notice that the tip of her tail had spontaneously wrapped around the lord's calf, nor did she see Wei Yi sighing and rubbing her forehead in the corner of the square—the Medusa chieftain looked just like a girl bewitched by a legendary succubus.

They're gone, beyond saving. Another one got crippled by his brother.

……

Pietro's boot crushed the last dry branch as he stood on the edge of the Black Forest, squinting at the distant sunset mountains.

A whole month of tracking, countless treks through muddy swamps, and even nearly being torn apart by wandering monsters—but it was all worth it.

He finally pinpointed Wei Yi's hiding place. "Based on the available intelligence, Wei Yi and the others are most likely hiding in the Sunset Mountains behind the Black Forest..." Pietro murmured, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the family crest on the hilt of his sword.

He was unaware that his every move had already been observed by those in the shadows.

Among the tree canopy, several cat-sand beasts lurked silently, their pupils narrowing to slits in the shadows, taking in Pietro's figure.

—This human is too conspicuous.

He wore dark-patterned silk favored by the nobility of the capital. Even though he deliberately chose a low-key dark color, the fabric still shimmered with an expensive sheen in the sunlight. His sword sheath was inlaid with mithril patterns, his boots were made of the finest lizard skin, and even the ribbon that held his hair up was embroidered with delicate dark patterns.

"Meow~" A cat-sand beast gently flicked its tail, using telepathy to transmit a message to its companion.

"Another fool who thinks he's hiding his true nature."

"Judging from his movements, his swordsmanship must be quite good, but his stealth skills are worse than a forest mouse."

"The Raven Assassin would laugh himself to death if he saw him."

"—Go and report to the lord and the Cat God."

Pietro was completely unaware of this.

After observing for a long time, Pietro squatted down, took out a parchment map from his pocket, and carefully marked the distant mountains.

“Strange…” he frowned. “When did the Sunset Mountains show so many signs of human intervention?”

On the distant mountain ridge, neat, stepped platforms were faintly visible, along with several cave entrances that had clearly been altered. Even more eerie, he glimpsed metallic reflections in the dense forest—a sight that was definitely not naturally occurring.

Pietro's intuition told him that something extraordinary was hidden here.

"Wei Yi... what exactly are you plotting?"

He put away the map, preparing to continue forward, when suddenly his whole body stiffened—

Suddenly, the surrounding trees became unusually quiet. Even the sound of the wind disappeared.

Pietro slowly moved his hand to the hilt of the sword, cold sweat sliding down his back.

As one of the most renowned sword masters in the capital, he was all too familiar with the feeling of being targeted.

“Come out,” he said in a deep voice. “Hiding is not the way to treat guests.”

A rustling sound came from the shadows of the trees, and a pair of glowing eyes appeared and disappeared in the darkness.

Meanwhile, far away in Bailing City, Wang Bufu was listening to the report from the Cat Sand Beast, a helpless smile appearing on his lips.

"Noble swordsmen from the capital?" He tapped the table lightly. "I thought they'd almost organized their army, but they're still in the reconnaissance phase. This Stag Kingdom is far more inefficient than I imagined. No wonder it was destroyed by the elves."

(End of this chapter)