Final Lord

Chapter 85 He Ge's Death
"It's the spellcaster! Not good, Chief!"

The three harpies rushed to Hege's side, hoping to buy him some time, but the crows in the sky were far more formidable than they had imagined. In the blink of an eye, they were pecked to skeletons, their bony wings still flapping with inertia, covered in scraps of flesh.

"No!" He Ge struggled to adjust her body in mid-air, dodging the flock of crows. She looked at her dead tribesmen, grief welling up in her, anger swirling in her heart.

pat!

The harpy's broken skeleton fell at Lincoln's feet.

"Hmph, so ugly, so disgusting!" Lincoln kicked the harpy's corpse away, and slammed his staff against the rock. The crow leader's dagger flying in the air lit up with magical light, and he landed on the ground of the bird's nest, and stabbed the dagger into the ground of the bird's nest.

The ground where the bird eggs were stored suddenly softened and turned into a swamp of putrid fluid that devoured everything.

The crow assassins collectively switched back to crow form, grabbed the acid bottle they had taken out from somewhere with their sharp claws and smashed it into the swamp.

Boom!

The exploding green flames turned the entire area into a corrosive hell, and numerous bird eggs sank into the swamp and flames.

"No! Save the cubs!" Hege rushed into the nest with the harpies who were returning to defend.

In the fierce battle with the crows, her left wing membrane had been torn, and the blood mist on her chest enveloped the baby basket that was about to fall into the rotten pond. As she tried to scoop up the bird eggs, she didn't realize that a crow assassin was hanging upside down in the crevice, staring at her with a sinister look.

The night is too unfavorable for the harpies.

Whoosh!
The poisoned dart hit He Ge's neck accurately. The severe pain and weakness caused her to crash into the rock wall, and the baby basket and bird eggs were shattered in the rubble.

Do not!
He Ge watched the bird egg shatter in despair and fell into a coma.

……

"Ah!" The severe pain woke He Ge up. She opened her eyes painfully and saw a pair of scarlet eyes - those were the eyes of a crow.

A large group of pitch-black crows were staring at her as if she were a dying person.

"Ah!" The severe pain came again, making He Ge regain consciousness quickly.

Lincoln stepped on Hege's broken right wing, and the corrupted fluid dripped into her cochlea along the staff and spread along her ear canal.

"Ugly, where's Kate?"

"Bah!" Bloody spit mixed with Hege's broken teeth sprayed onto Lincoln's robe. "Don't even think about getting anything from me, no matter what you want!"

"Shut up." Lincoln's face was gloomy. He lightly tapped his staff and an acid arrow spiraled into He Ge's left eyeball.

"Ah!!!" Hege screamed in agony as the intense pain corroded her optic nerve. But she still did not give in. Instead, she stared at Lincoln with hatred with her only remaining eye and said:

"You might as well kill me and stop wasting time.

Our fellow tribesmen who were captured by slave traders would rather bite off their own feathers one by one with their beaks and die in pain than surrender.

There are only dead harpies, no surrendered harpies!"

"Oh? Really?" Lincoln sneered. "I remember that you harpies are very protective of your young, right?"

"What do you want to do?!"

"Hmph." Lincoln made way. Behind him were a dozen harpy nests filled with eggs and chicks. A crow assassin approached Hege and scratched her exposed abdomen with a dagger.

Lincoln said coldly, "For every cut he makes, I will throw a Burning Fire into the nursery. I will let you watch your cubs roast before your eyes."

He Ge's pupils dilated due to the severe pain, but he suddenly jumped up and tried to sweep the assassin away with his remaining wings: "You beast, you will not die well!"

Lincoln sneered and snapped his fingers, and the black mist corroded by magic instantly poured into her nasal cavity - the black mist squirmed like living insects, gnawing at her flesh and blood from the inside of her nose, making her feel excruciating pain.

"what!!"

When Hege's scream reached its peak, Lincoln suddenly clenched his fists and stopped the magic from being activated: "Can you talk properly now?"

"You are a beast! You shall not die well! You are a beast! You shall not die well!"

He Ge stared at Lincoln with hatred, repeating this sentence mechanically without any intention of confessing.

"What a cute chick." Lincoln played with a gray-feathered chick he had snatched, a kind smile on his face. "I heard that harpy eggs and chicks are tastier than broiled chickens when roasted. I haven't tried them yet."

"You beast!" Hege's tail feathers exploded in anger. "You will surely die at the hands of the harpy, torn into tattered pieces by its claws! Definitely!"

"Tell me, where did Kate's carriage go? Don't test my patience." Lincoln pinched the cub's neck with his left hand, and the staff in his right hand lit up with flames, slowly approaching the cub's neck.

“You beast.” He Ge roared and pounced on the bird egg, but was hung in the air by the assassin’s trip wire. “Give her back to me now!”

"Don't tell me!" Lincoln waved his staff lightly, and the flames burned the young bird. The young bird screamed and trembled, struggling desperately, but was tightly grasped by Lincoln's palm, unable to break free.

Chi la.

How could a weak young bird withstand such an attack? With a whine, it curled up into a ball, completely losing its breath.

"This is just the beginning. There are many more baby birds." Lincoln looked at He Ge proudly, but found that He Ge did not react. He just stared at him with eyes full of curses and hatred.

Lincoln's smile faded and he shouted angrily, "What are you looking at? Crow, dig her eyes out!"

"Yes!" A crow raised a dagger and stabbed it into He Ge's eyes.

But until his dagger touched He Ge's retina, He Ge didn't even blink.

"Hmm?" Crow approached He Ge curiously, touched He Ge's nose with his hand, and checked He Ge's heartbeat.

He took a breath, took a step back and said, "My lord, she is dead."

"Dead? How did he die?" Lincoln asked puzzledly.

"Let me check." Crow opened He Ge's mouth and saw that it was pitch black at a glance.

He observed in confusion for a moment, then stepped back and reported, "She must have hidden the poison somewhere in her mouth? Hmm? Her tongue is broken?"

"Tsk, I see." Lincoln spat in dismay. "The blood of the harpy is poisonous, but the toxicity is very mild. You have to drink a lot of blood to be poisoned.

She bit off her tongue and drank her own blood to commit suicide. What bad luck. It's okay, there are many harpies. If she doesn't tell, there will always be harpies who will tell.

"My Lord." At this moment, a crow flew in from outside the cave. Behind him, a group of black crows were hanging another unconscious harpy in their claws.

(End of this chapter)