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Chapter 274
chapter 0156 part 1
Chapter 156: Ghoul White Bone Banner, Siege, Breakthrough (Requesting Subscription)
At the exit of the Troll Black Market, black energy permeated the air.
The troll guarding the exit yawned and had just pulled open the iron gate.
A pig-headed person carrying a basket clanked forward without looking, walking straight out. The moment its front foot stepped out of the iron gate, with a splash, its entire body fell directly into the black mist.
The dense mist was so thick one couldn't see their hand in front of their face. Strands of black energy hung down, and the pig-headed person's body was instantly dragged into the mist with a whoosh.
Immediately after, a crunching sound came from mid-air.
"Ah—"
A goblin following behind the pig-headed person looked up, directly meeting the blood rain dripping down from the black mist.
Terrified, it screamed and fell to the ground, scrambling backwards.
The troll responsible for guarding the exit slammed the iron gate shut with a clank, scared, and ran frantically into the largest building in the Black Market to report.
"What happened?"
Hearing the commotion at the exit, Alexander Corvinus exchanged a glance with the Elf Prince beside him.
The Elf Prince grabbed a goat-headed person who was running back frantically from the direction of the exit. The half-orc with a goat head, human body, and goat hooves had its hoof grabbed. Just as it was about to curse angrily, the Elf Prince raised the short spear in his hand and thrust it backwards into a centaur standing beside it, stabbing it straight through.
The centaur clutched its neck in pain, letting out neighing cries, and fell down with a thud.
The goat-headed person wiped off the blood splattered on its face and looked at the expressionless Elf Prince.
It said tremblingly, "Someone outside is using black magic to block the Black Market's Gate. We, we can't get out!"
"Black Wizard?"
The Elf Prince glanced at Hellboy, who was grappling with a giant ape not far away, and then turned his gaze towards Alexander.
"There are no Black Wizards in the Bureau!" Alexander Corvinus shook his head at him.
"It's not aimed at you, so is it for the Golden Crown!"
The Golden Crown seemed to have touched a nerve with the Elf Prince. He released the goat-headed person's hoof, pulled out the short spear stuck in the centaur's neck with a hiss, and twisted the short spear with both hands.
The mechanism turned, and the short spear instantly lengthened into a bright silver long spear.
"I'll go take a look!"
Alexander Corvinus glanced at the Elf Prince who was hurrying towards the exit, then looked back at Hellboy, who was tangled up with the giant ape, and turned to squeeze into the crowd.
"What is this? Is it black magic? Does anyone here know?"
With the iron gate half-open, looking at the dense mist outside and the black energy faintly hanging down within the mist, a group of half-orcs crowded at the gate discussed animatedly.
A troll looked at a few Black Wizards wearing hooded cloaks in the crowd.
"It's not black magic—"
A pale hand reached out from under the cloak of the leading Black Wizard, holding a crystal ball the size of a baby's fist.
Inside the crystal ball, black energy pulsed.
Looking at the energy fluctuations in the transparent crystal ball, a hoarse voice came from under the cloak.
"There are no power fluctuations from any Dimensional Lord, nor does it seem like an Evil God's arrival. This isn't Black Wizardry—"
"Is there any way out?"
"We can't get out. Just now, two naga didn't believe it and rushed out, and they were swept away by the black energy—"
"Naga, those creatures from the sea, how did they end up in the Troll Black Market!"
"What time is it, and you still care about this? First, think of a way to escape!"
Amidst the noise, the Elf Prince, holding his long spear, came to the iron gate. He looked at the dense black mist outside and the huge black shadow faintly enveloping the sky above the black mist.
The Elf Prince pondered for a moment, then thrust and tossed with his spear.
A goblin standing in front of him was directly impaled through the back of its neck by his long spear and tossed into the black mist.
"Ah!"
The goblin screamed, flailing its limbs, and plunged headfirst into the black mist. The moment it entered the black mist, its originally green complexion instantly dimmed, and its entire body turned a deathly gray.
"Thud!"
When the goblin landed on the ground, it was already stiff and unable to move, having become a corpse.
The black mist is poisonous!
Several orcs standing at the very front saw what happened when the goblin came into contact with the black mist and retreated.
For a moment, the people behind were falling over each other, and a chorus of curses erupted.
The Elf Prince leaned on his long spear, watching the state of the goblin's corpse in the black mist, while the people around him subconsciously distanced themselves from him.
After all, no one wanted to be thrown into this poisonous black mist.
Strands of black energy hung down from the sky, rolled up the goblin's corpse, and pulled it upwards.
Whoosh! The Elf Prince acted quickly. He picked up an iron hook with a rope from the side, waved his hand, and threw the iron hook, snagging the goblin corpse's shoulder blade.
"Pull!"
The black energy, carrying the goblin's corpse, was still rapidly rising.
The Elf Prince threw a bundle of rope connected to the iron hook to several tall and strong half-orcs and trolls in front of him.
He pointed at them with the long spear in his hand and ordered! These tall and strong minotaurs, lion-headed persons, and trolls were all strong and robust, tyrants in their own tribes, how could they tolerate such humiliation.
A lion-headed person glared, just about to speak.
Chapter 156: Ghoul White Bone Banner, Siege, Breakthrough (Requesting Subscription)
At the exit of the Troll Black Market, black energy permeated the air.
The troll guarding the exit yawned and had just pulled open the iron gate.
A pig-headed person carrying a basket clanked forward without looking, walking straight out. The moment its front foot stepped out of the iron gate, with a splash, its entire body fell directly into the black mist.
The dense mist was so thick one couldn't see their hand in front of their face. Strands of black energy hung down, and the pig-headed person's body was instantly dragged into the mist with a whoosh.
Immediately after, a crunching sound came from mid-air.
"Ah—"
A goblin following behind the pig-headed person looked up, directly meeting the blood rain dripping down from the black mist.
Terrified, it screamed and fell to the ground, scrambling backwards.
The troll responsible for guarding the exit slammed the iron gate shut with a clank, scared, and ran frantically into the largest building in the Black Market to report.
"What happened?"
Hearing the commotion at the exit, Alexander Corvinus exchanged a glance with the Elf Prince beside him.
The Elf Prince grabbed a goat-headed person who was running back frantically from the direction of the exit. The half-orc with a goat head, human body, and goat hooves had its hoof grabbed. Just as it was about to curse angrily, the Elf Prince raised the short spear in his hand and thrust it backwards into a centaur standing beside it, stabbing it straight through.
The centaur clutched its neck in pain, letting out neighing cries, and fell down with a thud.
The goat-headed person wiped off the blood splattered on its face and looked at the expressionless Elf Prince.
It said tremblingly, "Someone outside is using black magic to block the Black Market's Gate. We, we can't get out!"
"Black Wizard?"
The Elf Prince glanced at Hellboy, who was grappling with a giant ape not far away, and then turned his gaze towards Alexander.
"There are no Black Wizards in the Bureau!" Alexander Corvinus shook his head at him.
"It's not aimed at you, so is it for the Golden Crown!"
The Golden Crown seemed to have touched a nerve with the Elf Prince. He released the goat-headed person's hoof, pulled out the short spear stuck in the centaur's neck with a hiss, and twisted the short spear with both hands.
The mechanism turned, and the short spear instantly lengthened into a bright silver long spear.
"I'll go take a look!"
Alexander Corvinus glanced at the Elf Prince who was hurrying towards the exit, then looked back at Hellboy, who was tangled up with the giant ape, and turned to squeeze into the crowd.
"What is this? Is it black magic? Does anyone here know?"
With the iron gate half-open, looking at the dense mist outside and the black energy faintly hanging down within the mist, a group of half-orcs crowded at the gate discussed animatedly.
A troll looked at a few Black Wizards wearing hooded cloaks in the crowd.
"It's not black magic—"
A pale hand reached out from under the cloak of the leading Black Wizard, holding a crystal ball the size of a baby's fist.
Inside the crystal ball, black energy pulsed.
Looking at the energy fluctuations in the transparent crystal ball, a hoarse voice came from under the cloak.
"There are no power fluctuations from any Dimensional Lord, nor does it seem like an Evil God's arrival. This isn't Black Wizardry—"
"Is there any way out?"
"We can't get out. Just now, two naga didn't believe it and rushed out, and they were swept away by the black energy—"
"Naga, those creatures from the sea, how did they end up in the Troll Black Market!"
"What time is it, and you still care about this? First, think of a way to escape!"
Amidst the noise, the Elf Prince, holding his long spear, came to the iron gate. He looked at the dense black mist outside and the huge black shadow faintly enveloping the sky above the black mist.
The Elf Prince pondered for a moment, then thrust and tossed with his spear.
A goblin standing in front of him was directly impaled through the back of its neck by his long spear and tossed into the black mist.
"Ah!"
The goblin screamed, flailing its limbs, and plunged headfirst into the black mist. The moment it entered the black mist, its originally green complexion instantly dimmed, and its entire body turned a deathly gray.
"Thud!"
When the goblin landed on the ground, it was already stiff and unable to move, having become a corpse.
The black mist is poisonous!
Several orcs standing at the very front saw what happened when the goblin came into contact with the black mist and retreated.
For a moment, the people behind were falling over each other, and a chorus of curses erupted.
The Elf Prince leaned on his long spear, watching the state of the goblin's corpse in the black mist, while the people around him subconsciously distanced themselves from him.
After all, no one wanted to be thrown into this poisonous black mist.
Strands of black energy hung down from the sky, rolled up the goblin's corpse, and pulled it upwards.
Whoosh! The Elf Prince acted quickly. He picked up an iron hook with a rope from the side, waved his hand, and threw the iron hook, snagging the goblin corpse's shoulder blade.
"Pull!"
The black energy, carrying the goblin's corpse, was still rapidly rising.
The Elf Prince threw a bundle of rope connected to the iron hook to several tall and strong half-orcs and trolls in front of him.
He pointed at them with the long spear in his hand and ordered! These tall and strong minotaurs, lion-headed persons, and trolls were all strong and robust, tyrants in their own tribes, how could they tolerate such humiliation.
A lion-headed person glared, just about to speak.
