I'm really not a dragon.

The road to the execution ground was smooth sailing, as if his life had never been so smooth since he transmigrated to the present.

Suen climbed into the prison van, leaving only his head sticking out.

The wooden wheels rolled slowly across the clean cobblestone street, and the iron boots of the law enforcement officers made a soft clinking sound as they hit the ground.

It was a beautiful morning; the sea breeze was gentle, and the air was filled with warmth.

The people of the lower city eagerly awaited his arrival. The streets were packed with people, who stared at Suen with curiosity or greed, then reached for the prepared baskets.

After a while

Eggs and rotten vegetable leaves flew from the sky, followed by cheers from the people of Baldur's Gate.

"Good riddance!"

"Serves you right!"

"The streetlights in the square are broken! Bind his soul and light the streetlights!"

The nightmare that had haunted the people of Baldur's Gate was finally over. The real culprit in the two-month-long murder case was finally caught, and everything was moving in a positive direction.

But what if the dead person isn't the murderer? What if the real culprit is still at large, or even plotting an even bigger conspiracy?

"They know nothing."

Knowing nothing is a kind of happiness.

The accompanying law enforcement officers released protective arrows, and a semi-transparent force field slowly expanded, blocking the flying rotten eggs and vegetable leaves.

Several law enforcement officers shook their heads and commented, "These troublemakers in the lower district are getting more and more rude, and we're still here!"

In the cheering crowd,

Char, the Gurman, stared at the sinner from Baldur's Gate on the prison wagon. He couldn't understand how it could be him.

"How could that mild-mannered investigator be a serial killer? Is there some mistake?"

Among the Gur people, a man with graying temples and dark skin shook his head.

"From being captured to dying everywhere, it only took less than three days. It's strange, but this has nothing to do with us!"

The Gur people are monster hunters; they go wherever there are monsters.

Now that the monster is dead, there is no need to leave Baldur's Gate behind.

"Understood, Chief Viktor." Xia nodded, looking at Baldur's Gate with a touch of nostalgia. It was truly a bustling city. Perhaps it would be a long time before he could return to it.

He followed the Ghur chieftain and headed out of the city.

"Um, hello, are you Monster Hunters?"

A childish female voice came from behind.

Char turned his head, and all the Gur people turned their heads in turn.

A girl with long pigtails and a youthful appearance stood behind them. She wore a black and white maid dress and was surrounded by a complex fragrance.

Vera looked at the group of Gur people, clutching her skirt tightly with both hands, and began to speak haltingly.

"I want to hire you! Please name your price!"

Amidst a group of tall, fierce Gur people, a robust middle-aged man emerged. Long hours of living outdoors had aged him prematurely.

"Child, this must cost a lot of money!" said Vikram, a Gurman.

"I come from the perfume house of Audel! I was sent by the owner of the perfume house."

When the perfume shop was mentioned, Vera became very confident.

"Tell me! What are we going to do?"

"We need you to investigate thoroughly what exactly happened at the Duke's mansion!"

Wei Kang pulled out a cigarette holder, took a nervous drag, and said dryly, "Seeking justice for a dead man—frankly, it's not that we can't do it, but is it worth it?"

"Well, what if he hadn't died today?"

-

The execution site was located near the steel foundry. The foreman of the steel foundry was a halfling mage specializing in conjuration magic; his magic could summon creatures from the fire elemental plane, such as fire lizards.

These pure elemental creatures provided the foundry with powerful and fierce firepower.

The fact that the criminal wasn't burned to ashes within three seconds after being hung on the cross is considered a bombing, making it a model of humanitarianism at Baldur's Gate.

At this moment,

Two masked men were squatting on the roof leading to the foundry in broad daylight.

The two men stood close together, their backsides touching and their heads close together, staring nervously at the bustling crowd on the street.

"Is everything prepared?"

A mature, steady, and magnetic voice rang out from the shorter, masked man.

"I've talked to the animals at the zoo! I spent thirty bananas, sixty watermelons, and three hundred apples... The zookeepers promised me that as soon as I blow the whistle, they'll rush out and make a mess of the city streets."

"Not bad!" The dwarf was quite pleased. He pulled out the Book of Hatred, his eyes blazing as he stared at the approaching enforcers. "Hehehe! I'm ready too. Every single one of the prison enforcers has been recorded in the Book of Hatred. I've even prepared a diarrhea curse for them, ensuring they won't be able to leave the outhouse today!"

The northern barbarian felt a warmth in his heart; he truly was a reliable mage!

The name of this spell sounds terrifying.

On second thought, my own name seems to be on the Book of Hatred as well.

"Um, Mr. Brian, when are you going to cross my name off the Book of Hatred? It's giving me the creeps!"

"No rush!" The dwarf poked his head out, staring intently at the proud law enforcers standing tall in the street. "They've finally arrived!"

The wind carried an unsettling atmosphere, and those skilled in combat were more acutely aware of this.

The law enforcement officer gripped the long sword at his waist and slowly drew it out, its light illuminating people's vision inch by inch.

The enthusiastic cheers gradually subsided.

The crowd looked around, and some who sensed something was wrong began to run away.

On the street, only the dull, echoing sound of wooden wheels rolling remained.

Several law enforcers gripped their longswords, warily observing their surroundings. As high-level professionals who had embarked on the path of exemplars, they could be considered elites within the Flame Fist.

They keenly sensed the approaching danger!

I don't know when,

The expressions of the law enforcement officers changed abruptly, and faint sounds of dejection came from their lower bodies.

This sigh of dejection quickly turned into a series of gasps from the stomach and intestines.

The crowd's expressions changed as an indescribable sour stench gradually spread.

The young law enforcement officer, with his legs tucked together, shakily searched for the toilet, instantly reducing the number of officers escorting the prison van to less than half.

"Heh heh heh! This is the price of mocking dwarves!"

The dwarf let out a villainous laugh.

The northern barbarian sensed something was wrong: "Master Brian, why aren't they reacting?"

The four older law enforcers, their faces serious, looked down at their trembling legs. When they looked up, they saw that the public toilets, shop toilets, and private toilets not far away were crowded with law enforcers affected by the dwarf's hatred and curse.

Some law enforcement officers, unable to find a spot, would run to the harbor, turn their backs to the sea, and squat down in shame, surrounded by seagulls begging for food.

The law enforcement officer himself wore a Buddha-like smile amidst the astonished, disgusted, and fearful gazes of the crowd.

One of them sighed, tightening his belt around his trousers. "Whatever! Consider it a sacrifice for justice!"

The others looked solemn, letting their stomachs let out sighs of relief, as if a ghost imprisoned and tormented by an evil wizard had finally been freed.

Su En, standing to the side, changed his expression. He stared strangely at the lower bodies of the group and asked, "What's wrong with you guys?"

The law enforcement officer tugged at his damp crotch and said, neither humble nor arrogant, "Do you think you can break the will of a righteous person through despicable means?"

"No, I really didn't do this! What's that smell on you all!"

Despite the pain in his stomach, Enforcer Number One unleashed his divine magic; the light in his eyes reflected two furtive figures.

"We were truly underestimated by the evil ones!" Enforcer Number One raised his head, meeting the dwarf barbarian's gaze. "We've finally found you!"

The dwarf gasped in shock.

The Book of Dwarven Hatred offers spells that aren't particularly powerful, but they're like a stubborn plaster—once it's stuck on, it's hard to avoid.

He was 100% certain that all the law enforcers were under a spell. These guys were actually able to endure diarrhea while casting curses; they were terrifyingly strong!

"Oh no, Conan, call your animal friends over here!"

"Okay, okay!" The barbarian took out a whistle and blew it hard. The clear whistle echoed in the sky above the city.

From the distant streets, the howls of wild beasts, arriving as promised, echoed.

However, the wild beast was still quite a distance from the prison cart.

Enforcer Number One drew his standard-issue longsword and said to his comrades, "I'll take care of them. These guys might have something else up their sleeves, so watch out!"

The remaining three law enforcement officers watched Law Enforcer Number One leave, as if gazing upon a martyr who had sacrificed his life for righteousness!

Jump, climb

Enforcers clad in full armor landed on the balcony, bringing with them a stench of blood.

"Gurgle!"

His stomach made inappropriate noises.

Enforcer Number One remained silent for a moment, then addressed the northern barbarian carrying two hunting knives and the dwarf holding a spellbook:

"Wait a mininute!"

The healing aura unfolded in his hand and was placed on his abdomen. The aura gradually seeped into the armor, but it could not quell the increasingly violent roar of his stomach and intestines.

This is not a disease, it is a curse caused by magic.

"Sigh!" Enforcer Number One sighed mournfully. "So be it! You must pay the price for your actions!"

"Can we fight while ignoring the curse?!"

The dwarf's worldview was shattered: "These men are incredibly powerful!"

The northern barbarian roared, his body miraculously covered with a layer of lush green bark, and charged towards Enforcer Number One, wielding his twin swords.

The dwarf opened his spellbook, and dozens of arcane missiles condensed their glow at his fingertips.

-

Enforcer Number Two was a dwarf mage who cast a spell on his eyes, which reflected the scene several blocks away.

"I see the wild beasts charging this way. Emerald Leaf, Idle Pavilion, New Feather can't control them, and if we let them go, they might face an even greater threat. I'll drive them away. You guard the cage wagon and take him to the foundry!"

The other two nodded.

The dwarf mage, legs crossed, opened his spellbook and began chanting.

Suen's prison wagon split into two, then into four, then into eight, and rushed off in different directions.

The dwarf mage himself summoned a small phantom steed, rode this magical creation, and headed towards the town.

however,

This is just the beginning.

Countless rats emerged from the sewers, swarming through the streets and alleys, leaving behind a dense trail of gnawed marks wherever they went.

"Squeak! (For the Dragon Lord!)"

"War on humans! War on orcs! War on elves!"

"For the great Dragon Lord, Sidler! Hi!"

Countless rats swarmed onto the street.

There are thousands of them.

No, not just any rats. These rat swarms consist of several different species of rats, as if all the rats in Baldur's Gate had crawled out of the sewers and brazenly occupied the living space of humans.

[The Path to Dragon Lord - Phase Two - In Progress]

[Big Tooth, King of the Ratmen, leads his Ratmen tribe in an attack on the Storm Giant's enclave]

This is a war fought with a vast disparity in strength, but if victorious, this battle will be etched in history!

The giants are gradually retreating! Victory is in sight!

Just then, a dark, spiritual light spread out from the street.

Suddenly, hundreds of rats let out terrified cries and fled backward at speeds far exceeding their own limits.

Fear Spell

Enforcer Number Three, a middle-aged mage holding a spellbook, was barely holding on. He desperately squeezed his legs together, but still felt a strange warmth gradually enveloping his thighs.

He glanced at his composed companion.

He silently straightened his back, letting warmth well up from his sighing stomach.

"Where did all these rats come from! Hasn't the mercenary group sent any reinforcements yet?"

"That's a question for our prisoners. Do you have any helpers?" Enforcer Number Four gripped his blade tightly, staring at him coldly.

Su En stared at the men's increasingly pale crotches with a complicated expression. "Sigh, why did this have to happen? Although I didn't expect the current situation either, I have to admit, I really admire you guys!"

As expected of the elite of the Flame Fist, they were able to persist in fighting while under the curse. Most adventurers would have already considered giving up the mission by now!

-

The lower city is managed by the Flame Fist Mercenary Group.

No matter how bad the reputation of this mercenary group is among the people of the lower city, they are the quickest to react when trouble strikes.

Dozens of patrol teams rushed toward the direction of the screams immediately.

Meanwhile, other forces in the city are also watching this somewhat sinister execution attempt.

The Flame Fist Mercenaries, the Harpists' Alliance, the Nine Fingers Thieves Guild... formed a mixed force.

They suddenly stopped as they approached the street where the prison van was located.

A woman in a black dress walks barefoot among a swarm of rats.

The surrounding rats seemed not to see her, passing by her ankles and leaving a large open space.

This is a woman beyond words, exuding a complex and intense fragrance.

She had strange bone rings on her head, a face as white as jade, and a head of green curly hair like emerald vines on a mountain cliff. She was like a forest enchantress wandering among humans, possessing a natural beauty that could be described as bewitching.

then,

She raised her smooth, jade-like fingers, and a radiant light shone from her fingertips.

The supporters seemed to have forgotten their purpose and wandered back the way they came in a daze.

[Group Suggestion, Spell Upgrade, Super Magic Techniques, Twin Spells]

Aside from the beautiful woman with the "Elder's Cross Crown" on her head,

Two other wicked, foul-smelling, and lumpy creatures—the Witches—are spreading chaos throughout the city and preventing reinforcements from arriving.

The streets were deserted; the driver of the prison van had somehow escaped.

Only law enforcement officers and Suen remained on the deserted streets.

"Strange! Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet!"

Enforcer Number Three grabbed the daggers and tossed them into the air. As he chanted an incantation, the daggers coalesced into a storm of blades, seemingly coming alive.

【Dagger Cloud】

"How far are we from the execution ground!"

"Two blocks!" Enforcement Officer Number Four calmly gave the answer.

The mage shook his head helplessly, struggling to control his convulsing stomach. "My magic is almost used up! If this continues, we'll all be eaten by rats!"

Another law enforcement officer acted decisively, untying the reins of the horse on the prison cart and wrapping them around his own arm.

"You cast a spell to cover me, and I'll escape with the prison cart—it'll be faster!"

The mage cast a sprinting spell on his companion, and Enforcer Number Four pulled the cage cart, running wildly over the swarm of rats.

After crossing a block,

Suddenly, thorns began to spread out from the street, blocking the three people's path.

A northern barbarian, his face bruised and swollen, stood on the balcony, bow and arrow in hand, roaring, "Don't go any further!"

Upon seeing the northern barbarians appear, the two law enforcers felt a chill in their hearts; their companions must have been defeated.

at this time,

A short figure landed heavily on the ground, his palms churning with boiling flames as he pushed hard.

A fireball the size of a washbasin hurtled towards the law enforcement officers.

Enforcer Number Three flipped through the spellbook in his hand rapidly, while his other hand clenched tightly in the air.

The fireball spell vanished into thin air.

[Spell Counter]

"Well done!"

"I'm done for!" Enforcer Number Three sighed wearily. Having exhausted his spell slots and afflicted by the diarrhea curse, he was now weaker than an ordinary person.

"Leave it to me! I can hold them off by myself!"

Enforcer Number Four confidently drew his longsword and severed the reins binding him.

Just then, a soft click sounded behind them.

The law enforcement officer slowly turned his head.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Su En, clutching an iron skewer, secretly pried open the lock of the prison van. He was hunched over as he pushed open the van door.

Seeing the group turn their heads,

Su En looked a little embarrassed. "Everyone, I'll be going now!"

Enforcer No. 4 was completely baffled. These were all intricately crafted locks made by halfling craftsmen; how could they be opened so easily?

However, law enforcement officers probably never dreamed that two souls could coexist within one person.

Suen leaped into the swarm of rats and sprinted away, recalling the techniques of running fast. His feet touched the ground silently and without leaving a trace.

Although unwilling, the enforcer had to admit that, burdened by the curse, he might not necessarily outrun Suen.

In addition, there are two more troublesome enemies to deal with.

Turning my head, I saw the dwarfs and barbarians, their legs like springs, leaping between rooftops and disappearing in an instant.

Enforcer Number Four stared at Su En's retreating figure again, letting out a feeble roar:

"Even if you escape, we will bring you back. You won't get away without paying the price, Suen!"

"Run away?"

Suen couldn't help but shake his head. He had no intention of running away. He hadn't done anything. It was Thorlin Silver Shield who should be running away!

Just then, two figures, one tall and one short, jumped down beside him.

The dwarf, his face masked, asked coldly, "Where to?"

"A tip from the devil! Let's go pay our respects!" Su En said earnestly.