HAIL THE KING !
Chapter 174.1: Your Majesty, Someone Attacked (1)
The Blackstone King's mind was filled with questions, “What happened? Why did such a bloody and cruel idea pop into my head? I almost lost control! ”
He said to himself that this black-haired Prince Evan was not someone who could offend his Blackstone Kingdom when he removed his hand from the hilt of his sword. However, he felt like releasing his hand from the hilt was harder than handing over his four thousand elite soldiers and the entire Blackstone Fortress.
The black-haired Prince Evan did not know about this and rode his horse in front.
He did not feel a pair of blood-seeking red eyes staring at his back, and he knew that his life had jumped on the Grim Reaper scythe half a dozen times already.
In silence, the two ascended towards the capital of the Blackstone Kingdom – Blackstone Castle.
They were afraid of the king of Chambord like two dogs. One of them was still dizzy from the fall, and one of them did not even dare to look back while fleeing. Prince Evan did not see what Fei was doing when he was in his Necromancer Mode at all. He felt like he had lost face and was unwilling to tell what had happened to anyone, like the Blackstone King.
At the same time, a white-winged eagle cried as it flew into the clouds and disappeared in the sky.
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Blackstone Fortress, Underground Prison.
The screams were loud outside, and the curiosity of the people inside the basement grew stronger.
"Looky! Who would dare to wreak havoc on the Blackstone Fortress? ”
A thin and tall man who was locked onto a damp and cold stone wall by a chain asked his friend beside him as he moved his waist – In fact, he was, that was the only part of the body he could move a little. The damn prison guard pierced through this man's limbs with a barbed iron chain. The wound continued to heal and open due to this man's movement against the sharp nail. Red blood dripped onto the disgusting black liquid that filled the man's knee along with pus from the inflamed wound. What was surprising was that even though this man did not have complete skin on his body and a ton of injuries, his expression was still light as if he did not live in hell! He did not look desperate or depressed with just a smile on his face.
"Maybe a team of mercenaries or a merchant caravan has been targeted by this damn Blackstone vampire. Perhaps the Blackstone King had killed a group of people just because of money alone, like the past few times. "Someone beside the man replied," Do you still expect miracles to happen? Listen to that, no more noise. Poor prey; they may all be eaten by the demons ..
"If you can still think, think of our fate. Blackstone King will really kill us all, my Chambord slave .... ”.
All the slaves of the Chambord mine were concentrated in this underground chamber of water.
The prison was located in an underground cave on the side of a cliff. It was very similar to the old [Iron Prison Water Prison Water Prison] behind Chambord, but the condition was almost a hundred times worse. Knee-high water was actually a slimy smelling liquid, and the carcasses of small animals like mice or insects and swollen human limbs floated on it. Some of the bodies were there for so long, that they decomposed and green "hair" grew from them. As it gets further and further into autumn, the weather gets colder, and so does the "water" in the basement. Many slaves who were weak to begin with were unable to survive for a day in hunger and cold. Their lives were as cheap as land, but many of them survived. Even under this extreme environment, the majority of the mine slaves from Chambord survived in this unforgiving condition by getting help from each other. That's really a miracle!
This was because the light hope in their hearts supported them.
A holy king appeared in Chambord.
This is what old Zolasc told them.
Zolasc also told them that the Saint King of Chambord would come here with his invincible army and destroy the Blackstone Kingdom and save them from torture and pain.
Even so .... It was just a beautiful dream.
But the dream represents hope.
Previously, they had lived in the pit of the mine like zombies and had already given up fighting the pain and torment; hope was even a luxury for them. Therefore, even though the chance of the Saint King of Chambord coming here to save them was slim, and sounded like a delusion, hope was better than nothing.
But from their point of view, this hope was almost dead.
The people in the basement of the water became silent for a moment as they felt very close to reaching for hope.
"No, it's not like that ..." The thin and tall man suddenly felt something. He frowned as he listened with ama. A light appeared in his eyes when he asked his companion next to him happily, “Out there is very quiet. The wardens who will swear and shout when the wind blows say nothing.
"Eddy, you ...... What do you want to say?" The colleague started to shiver. He had actually already understood what the thin and tall man was trying to say, but he could not believe it. He asked, but it seemed like he confirmed it.
“Maybe .... old Zolasc exactly once. "Thin and tall man named Eddy narrowed his eyes as he said loudly.
“You said ..... No, no, no. How is this possible ...... How is this possible ?! ”More people join the conversation.
A man whose frame looked big said. He used to be tough and as big as a bear, but the harsh conditions in the mine pit made him so thin that his skin completely covered his bones. However, he was in the best condition among the four, five hundred people here. When he heard Eddy's words, he became very happy as well. He said in a tone as if he could not believe what Eddy said, but everyone could tell that he wished what Eddy said was true.
At this moment, every survivor in the underwater prison became excited.
"Yes, what if it's true?"
"What if Zolasc's old prophecy comes true?"
Everyone stared at the entrance of the dungeon and impatiently waited for what was to happen; they were all shocked by the hope.
At this moment, a series of swift footsteps rang out in the hall.
It was a moment of truth.
At that moment, everyone's heart was pounding. They were all afraid that Blackstone soldiers with their murderous knives would appear behind the gates and not their Saint King of Chambord. Even Eddy's thin and tall man who used his positivity and passion to motivate the desperate people in the basement felt like his lips were dry. To be honest, he was afraid of death, and he did not want to see many of his friends die under the dark, sunless underground water.
Creaky -!
The rusted Iron Gate opened.
Then a bright sunlight shone into the dungeon.
The poor slaves in the water basement were not used to the striking white light; they all closed their eyes with their hands. In the bright light, they could only see the black figure of a young man in a jacket. They couldn't see his face at all.
"Wearing armor ……"
"Could it be a Blackstone warrior?"
“Ah ...... we will die .....”
“Where is our Saint King? Why isn't he here to save us? "
Many slaves from Chambord collapsed when they saw this. Some of them held their fists angrily and were ready to fight to the death. But at this moment, they all heard a very familiar voice –
"Your Majesty, this is a water prison, and they are all there. But don't go in, it's filled with water like a gutter and it stinks! "
"This voice ...... Zolasc's old voice !?"