Final Lord

Chapter 84: Eagle in Danger
"Ah!" The villager sat up from the ground in horror, supported himself with his hands and took two steps back.

Lincoln slowly stood up, and his star-eaten robe swept across the villager's trembling fingertips, leaving a string of burning blisters in an instant.

"Ah!!" The villagers screamed in pain, their faces filled with fear. "Master, Master."

"Tell me, where did you see the lord's carriage?" Lincoln asked coldly. "You know the consequences of lying. If I find out you're lying, next time I won't just blisters you with scalding water, I'll cut off all your fingers."

The villager shuddered and said quickly, "It was at Ghost Leap Cliff in the eastern part of the territory. Over by the Harpy's Nest on the east cliff. I swear, I really saw it."

"The Harpy's Nest on East Cliff—" Lincoln's voice was like a rusty blade scraping against a stone slab. He waved his hand, and a ball of dark will-o'-the-wisp suddenly appeared in front of the villagers.

"Tell me, what did you see?"

The villagers were startled by the will-o'-the-wisp fire and huddled back until their backs hit the sticky wall covered with crow droppings. "I saw a large group of harpies and banshees seeing off a carriage and some of their people. The carriage had the golden emblem of our Gru Territory on it."

Lincoln's pupils suddenly contracted, and the Corrupted Crow Seed on the top of the staff suddenly exploded, splashing out fluorescent green pus.

"Ah!" The villager screamed, and the skin on the right side of his face peeled off like melted wax, revealing his twitching cheek muscles.

"Golden Pattern?" He leaned over and pinched the villager's jaw, letting the corrupt fluid seep into his mouth through his fingers. "How can a villager like you recognize the Golden Pattern? You're lying!"

The villager covered his painful right cheek and said aggrievedly, "I didn't lie to you, Master Mage. I used to be a chef in the Lord's Castle. At that time, I followed Steward Ming. I will never make a mistake. That is the golden emblem of our territory."

Lincoln was silent for a moment and then asked:
"Is it an oak tree entangled with thorns or a thunderbolt tree?"

"Lightning... a tree struck by lightning! A bolt of lightning struck the tree, splitting it in half." The villager coughed up bloody broken teeth. "The wheel tracks went north."

Lincoln's Adam's apple rolled.

The thorn oak is Old Gru's emblem, and the lightning wood is Kate's emblem.

There was no way the villager knew the details of the Gru family crest—unless he had actually seen Kate's carriage.

Lincoln suddenly ripped open the villager's shirt and pressed a pale blue rotten crow seed against his sternum. He asked coldly, "Besides the carriage and the harpy, who else was there?"

"Cavemen!" the villager replied in a trembling voice, his ribs crackling under the spell. "A large group of short, ugly cavemen. In addition to the cavemen, there are also some small white things.

I was standing on another hill at that time, and the distance was too far, so I couldn't see clearly what those little things were.

Master Mage, I promise I am telling the truth. I only want half of the 1000 gold coins that I will give you as a reward."

Lincoln's fingertips trembled with excitement. Caveman!

That's right, when Kate left, she took away a group of useless caveman slaves.

Everything is right!
Lincoln suddenly thrust his staff into the villager's abdomen, hooking out his intestines as the villager screamed.

"It's noisy."

Lincoln's staff suddenly pierced the villager's throat, stopping his screams. He licked the blood from the tip of the staff, his eyes flickering with excitement.

Although the villagers made a contribution, he still had to die.

If the higher-ups investigated his seizure of territory, this villager would surely become a disaster. From the moment he entered the basement, Lincoln had never thought of letting him get out alive, regardless of whether what he said was true or false.

"Eat it." Lincoln casually kicked the corpse of the villager. Three crows swooped down on the still convulsing corpse, their beaks tearing at the flesh with a muffled sound. Lincoln stroked his staff and whispered:

"Kate is still alive! I finally caught her. I don't know how Kate hooked up with the Harpy, and how she was able to live in the semi-chaotic zone for so long.

It doesn't matter, I'll know after I catch him.

Since the harpies saw Kate off, they must know where Kate is."

Outside the basement, the crimson pupils of a thousand crows illuminated the night sky. Lincoln's robe billowed in the wind, a single jet-black raven feather faintly visible through the holes in it. It became a tracking compass, pointing in the direction of Ghost Leap.

……

It was dark at night, and before the ghost jumped off the cliff, Lincoln sat in a dark carriage with a gloomy face.

"Heh. Back then, when I suggested to the old lord that we take down Ghost Leaping Cliff, he always disagreed.

He said that although the harpies were not human, they were intelligent creatures living in his territory. They had not done anything harmful to the world, and it would be too cruel to kill them all.

I originally thought the old lord was truly kindhearted, but now it seems he has his own agenda. The harpies that jumped off the cliff must be his private army for Kate! Otherwise, how could that wimp have let the harpies see him off?

Damn old thing, you kept it a secret from me for so long! Then I will make your Gru family's bloodline extinct, and you can't blame me. "

Lincoln's withered fingers traced crimson runes under the moonlight, and three hundred pitch-black crows swooped down, tearing through the night. A hundred meters from Ghost Leap, they suddenly transformed into humanoid forms, their dark leather armor and poison-tipped daggers gleaming with the faint glow of earthly decay. The first wave of assassins hurled acid vials, accurately striking the harpy's lookout nest.

The eagle sentinels on the lookout nest had no time to react and were hit by the acid bottles before they could leave the nest. The thick acid burned their delicate skin, causing them to let out miserable moans.

"what!!!"

The sentry's screams awakened the harpies in Ghost Falls Cliff. The leader of this area was He Ge.

The darkness around him and the screams of his tribesmen made He Ge extremely anxious.

"Could it be that some night-breathing beast attacked us?"

The eagle sentinel who went to investigate watched what happened in the nest. She eagerly returned to the main nest and told Hege everything she saw.

"It's not an attack by wild beasts, it's an attack by human enemies! The Valley Tribe will take off to intercept! The Eagle Sentinels will go and inform the other leaders." He Ge made a prompt decision and gave the order immediately.

But when their valley tribe came out in full force, the crows had already pulled out all the lookout nests and came to them.

The battle is about to begin! Groups of harpies and flocks of crows are fighting each other.

Hege circled among the crows. Her tail feathers had just pierced two assassins when a third Crowman's dagger severed the supporting bone of her wing membrane. As she lost her balance and fell, the tip of Lincoln's staff lit up with the magical spell of [Crowstorm].

"Come out, my greedy little ones. Have a feast!"

Tens of thousands of crow beak shadows poured down from behind Lincoln like a rainstorm, turning the entire airspace into a meat grinder.

(End of this chapter)