Final Lord

Chapter 87 Recruiting Soldiers
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Heska's wings rested on Wang Bufu's feet, unwilling to stop for a moment, and continued:

"That human mage, and those crow assassins... they strung the young on flagpoles to force our people to surrender.

Helan led his tribe down to rescue them, but they pierced them with venomous daggers... Only the two of us leaders escaped. Many of our tribesmen died on the way. Black Forest... monsters..."

"That wizard, right in front of me..." Heska suddenly grabbed a piece of gravel from the ground and frantically scraped his intact right leg with it, his emotions extremely agitated. "Using a baby bird's throat as a straw... sipping our egg liquid... and claiming it was... afternoon tea for the nobility...

I can’t save them, I can’t save them… I’m a useless leader…”

"Enough, enough." Wang Bufu hugged Heska tightly and stopped Heska from self-harming.

"It's not your fault, Heska! I will avenge you! Blood debt must be paid with blood!"

"Master, our health points cannot be restored. Something has been eroding our bodies."

Hera suddenly used her broken wings to lift up her feathers, revealing a hideous green scar on her abdomen, which was the mark of being scratched by a poisoned dagger.

Butler Ming walked over to Hera, covered his mouth and began to retch. He said angrily:

"Master, I recognize the green stuff on Hera's festering wound. It's the corrosive toxin cultivated in Lincoln's laboratory—this toxin slowly eats away at the host's flesh and blood, leaving the victim to watch in conscious awareness as they become food for the crows.

Lincoln's men had an army of crows, level 3 assassins who were also leaders of the extraordinary level 1.

The tragedy at Haunted Cliff must have been done by Lincoln!"

Lincoln!

Wang's pupils suddenly shrank into two cold stars. When he stood up, the rock he overturned hit the rock wall, startling the night owl that roosted in the dark.

"Woo-"

When the owl's scream cut through the night sky, the people around him could hear Wang Bufu's extremely suppressed breathing - the sound was like lava boiling in a volcano, or like a bowstring stretched to its limit about to burst.

"Lord..." Tina was horrified to find that the crow feathers that Wang Bufu was holding, which were brought by Hera, were breaking and turning red. His nails had already dug deeply into his flesh, and bright red blood was slowly oozing out.

Wang Bufu was using the severe pain to force himself to calm down, but obviously, he failed.

Not only did the king disobey his will, but Kate's remaining memories were also roaring and snarling.

"Lincoln!" Wang gritted his teeth and stared into the darkness with anger.

He ripped open the collar of his shirt, and the Gru family crest on his chest cracked like lightning in the moonlight:
"I will grind Lincoln's bones into arrows and make every crow he raise peck at its master 36,000 times!"

Heska suddenly pounced and grabbed Wang Bufu's boot. The leader, who had lost many of his family, raised his festering face, the sadness and anger in his eyes dripping with tears onto Wang Bufu's instep.

Heska, who has always been strong and tough, actually cried like a child.

"Lord, please... please save our people..." She pointed her broken wings in the direction of Ghost Falls Cliff. "We still have people in the hands of that human wizard... They must be suffering now. If we go too late..."

The king knelt on one knee and tore open the hem of his shirt embroidered with gold patterns and covered Heska's tearful eyes.

“I swear on the honor of the Gru family, and on my soul, that every dawn your people lose, I will squeeze from Lincoln’s bones!
Weiyi! "Here!"

"Arm your troops! Tonight, we will fight our way through the Black Forest! I want to see no Lincoln's crows rise into the sky tomorrow!"

"Yes!"

……

The moonlight cast the outline of the Black Forest against the horizon, its twisted treetops like a thousand struggling, withered hands. Lincoln stood at the edge of the mossy Black Forest, the gem atop his staff oozing dark green liquid, corroding the moss beneath his feet into honeycomb-like holes.

When the Crow Leader knelt on one knee, the breath that leaked out from the gaps in his mask condensed into frost flowers in the low temperature.

"After they entered the Black Forest, I followed them for a while." The leader's bony wings trembled uneasily, startling the night owls perched on the rotten wood. "They burrowed into the middle layer of the Black Forest, disturbing many insect-like monsters, and even I was affected. To protect myself, I didn't pursue them further and had to retreat temporarily."

I have failed to perform my duties well, Master, please punish me."

Lincoln used the tip of his staff to push aside the drooping spore vines. Smelly white smoke rose from the dripping slime. His withered fingers suddenly clamped around the leader's throat, his nails scraping against the armor with a harsh sound. "Just because of some monsters, you don't dare to pursue them anymore? Are you so afraid of death? What's more important, your life or my mission?" The acid from Lincoln's staff seeped down his palm and into the leader's carotid artery. The leader curled up in agony, his body trembling slightly.

"Because... ahem... I'm afraid that if I die, no one will be able to tell the adults where they are." The crow leader said weakly.

Lincoln seemed satisfied with the answer. He loosened his grip and let the crow leader slide to the ground.

"Hiding in the Black Forest, no wonder Kate was able to hide for three months. I don't know how he managed to avoid those monsters."

Lincoln's eyes rolled, and he slammed his staff down on the ground. He said, "Go back to Gru Territory. It's time to get those lazy bones moving."

"Yes! Your lord!"

……

At dawn, the residents of Gru County were still asleep, with only the tavern brightly lit.

The twelve crow assassins smashed down the wooden door of the tavern and looked around in the horrified eyes of the crowd.

Deng!
A poisoned dagger was pressed against the drunk's throat, and the venom dripped down the blade into the foaming ale. The drunk sobered up instantly, holding his head in fear and shouting, "Sir, spare me, sir, spare me. I just had a few drinks, I didn't do anything."

"The Lord's Call—" The Crow Assassin's voice was like the turning of rusty gears. "A group of monsters resembling cavemen and harpies have appeared in the Black Forest. They have brutally killed an innocent villager on the border. All militias must assemble to avenge our Lord's orders."

The assassin tapped the drunk's face with his dagger and asked word by word, "Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand!" The drunk nodded rapidly, his face full of horror.

……

A woman's screams could be heard from the blacksmith's shop. Hal the blacksmith was being pressed against a charcoal fire by the Crow Assassin, who stepped on his head. The charcoal was burning the ends of his hair.

Amid the burning smell, he saw his wife hanging upside down next to the bellows, and the baby in her cradle was being teased by the claws of a crow.

"I will beat you! I will make weapons for you! I can donate all the equipment in the blacksmith shop to the territory. The blacksmith's tears evaporated in the high temperature: "Please don't touch my child!"

(End of this chapter)