Chapter: Chapter 217: Extermination
Chapter 217: Extermination (1)
“Reno, what are you doing?”
“Why is it suddenly so bright outside?”
A mercenary, sensing something was wrong, walked out of the room. The night sky was as bright as day. He had never seen a flare like this, but he instinctively felt a sense of unease. There was killing intent! Ahead!
“Swish—”
A dagger, like a viper’s tongue, flashed from Reno’s hand, its cold glint aimed straight for the throat.
“What are you doing!”
The mercenary’s blood ran cold. He instinctively flinched to dodge, but the dagger in “Reno’s” hand moved with uncanny agility. With a slight flick, it changed its trajectory from a sweeping horizontal strike to a forward stab.
“Reno’s” body also dipped slightly, leaning in towards the mercenary. The entire exchange happened at lightning speed. The mercenary had no chance to dodge and was instantly impaled by “Reno’s” dagger.
“Something’s happened!”
“Why are you fighting?”
The mercenaries inside the room heard the commotion at the door and reacted. It was only when they saw the dagger piercing through flesh and blood splattering that they realized something was wrong.
“He’s not Reno! Reno’s been swapped! Brothers, grab your weapons!”
Narid looked at the current Reno. Reno’s past gaze was innocent and timid, like a young man who had just arrived in the big city from the countryside. However, Reno’s eyes now were filled with chilling killing intent and extreme coldness. His deep eyes were like stagnant water, reflecting the people in the room. This was a look that only a battle-hardened veteran would possess.
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside the room. Narid’s heart tightened. He pursed his lips, ducked down, and hid under the wine cabinet. He was the strongest in the room and could clearly hear the footsteps outside, while his mercenaries were charging forward recklessly. This was an opportunity. He just needed to quietly slip to the backyard along the wine cabinet and release his pet. Then, whether it was to continue fighting or to escape if the situation turned unfavorable, it would become much simpler.
Outside the door, Reno tossed the mercenary’s corpse aside and wiped his face. A resolute and ferocious face was revealed. There was no longer a need to pretend. His Majesty’s targets were all inside, not one missing!
Behind him, more and more Winter City soldiers poured in, clad in armor and with eyes like wolves. Another group of soldiers surrounded the entire house.
“Capture them if you can, kill those who resist!”
“Lay down your weapons and crouch with your hands on your heads!”
The roars of the Winter City soldiers exploded in the silent night, only to be swallowed by the darkness again. The slave catcher team’s hideout was too well-concealed. Even with the current commotion, the guards of Karari Royal Capital had not been alerted. The slave catchers were mostly hardened individuals who lived by their wits. Although they couldn’t compare to the elite soldiers of the Royal Capital, they constantly ventured into dangerous forests and encountered monster attacks, making them seasoned fighters. At this moment, not a single one surrendered. They seemed to believe that by using the narrow room corridors, they could hold their ground and wear down all these soldiers who had appeared out of nowhere.
But the moment their weapons clashed, they realized they were utterly mistaken. The first one to storm into the room was a Crusader, with a level of 40. How could these slave catcher soldiers, who were only around level ten, resist? The Crusader’s shield merely pushed forward slightly, causing utter chaos. His long sword swept forward again, and several heads flew into the air, blood splashing, stunning the other mercenaries in the room. Even the Sword Shield Soldiers of Winter City, these non-system soldiers, were valiant. Although not as powerful as the Crusaders, they were around level twenty after strict training. Some among them were battle-hardened veterans, like the elite soldier who had impersonated Reno, whose level had already reached the thirties. Defending the passage became a joke. As more and more Winter City soldiers entered the room, the slave catchers were gradually cornered like quail, forced to lay down their weapons and surrender.
“Who are you people? Which legion of Karari are you from? We are the search party working for His Majesty the King! Did you mistake us?”
A mercenary questioned amidst the chaos. The next moment, a long sword pierced through his heart. The Crusader kicked the mercenary in the chest, dislodging the sword with the momentum.
“Everyone, shut your mouths.”
“Anyone who speaks again will die!”
The slave catchers fell silent, filled with indignation and confusion. They did not understand what was happening. Was His Majesty the King planning to kill them to erase his blemishes? That was the only possibility.
“Boom!” A loud explosion resounded from the backyard of the house. This was followed by heavy footsteps and the frantic roars of a Dragon Beast. It was Narid. He had successfully reunited with his Dragon Beast. He now understood. These soldiers were clearly not Karari soldiers. He knew the leaders of all the Karari legions, but none of their soldiers possessed such elite strength. The final answer could only be one: these must be Winter City soldiers. Although it was unbelievable, who would have thought that Winter City soldiers would suddenly attack Karari Royal Capital at this time, and seemingly targeting their slave catcher team. Narid was no fool. He knew the King of Winter favored Demi-humans and that the King of Winter might already be aware of their slave catcher activities. If he were captured by the soldiers of the King of Winter this time, his life would be worse than death. Therefore, he had no intention of fighting. Riding his Dragon Beast, he fled towards the Royal Capital. As long as he could reach His Majesty, there would still be a glimmer of hope. No matter how arrogant the Winter King’s soldiers were, they wouldn’t dare to kill a minister in front of the King of another country. Moreover, his boss, a royal guard and a top Sky Knight, might speak a good word for him, perhaps saving his life. His thoughts were beautiful, but reality was cruel. Narid could never have imagined that the King in the Royal Capital had already been replaced. And his boss, the mastermind behind the slave catcher team, had already turned into charcoal amidst raging lightning without even qualifying to be mentioned.
“Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Or I’ll run you down!”
Narid shouted from atop his Dragon Beast, brandishing his spear. A Dragon Beast, however inferior, possessed a trace of dragon bloodline. When charging, it looked formidable, seemingly unstoppable.
“Let him go. Don’t engage the Dragon Beast head-on, it’s not worth it,” a Winter Soldier commanded his surrounding comrades. They all spread out, watching Narid ride his Dragon Beast away smugly.
“Captain, are we just letting him go?” the soldier asked with some reluctance.
“Someone will deal with him, and they are adept at handling such giant beasts. Our mission is to capture and kill, not to wrestle with these monsters.”
“Alright, let’s go back.” The soldiers returned to the house, their minds still hazy. Meanwhile, Narid, riding his Dragon Beast to escape, encountered a group of priests holding heavy scepters along the way.
“What lowly priests are you? Get out of the way!” Narid roared loudly and unceremoniously thrust his Knight’s lance at the nearest Priest, the charge propelled by the Dragon Beast’s momentum, capable of piercing an enemy through with a single strike!
