Chapter 1547

No publisher!

A taboo existence.

The orcs who were born by the combination of orcs and human beings finally destroyed the tribe of Erba.

This event has caused a huge shock on the continent of Nolan, and the Orc tribes are all aware of it.

The Erba tribe was once one of the top ten Orc tribes. It was slaughtered overnight. It is said that many orcs who witnessed the tragedy committed suicide after they went back.

Many versions of the legend of that night are still circulating in the twilight forest.

And the notoriety of Rex, the non publisher, resounded through the continent of Nolan after that night.

At that time, there were two orcs of level 10 in the tribe of Erba, and there were many orcs of level 89.

Rex was able to kill the entire tribe of Erba, and no one survived. His strength was also set at a very high position.

However, after the end of the tribal war, the strongmen of all ethnic groups united to subdue him and put him in Basti prison. At this time, he should stay in the unbreakable prison of Basti prison. How could he be here?

Daryl and Kurt look at Rex with vigilance. They have heard that there seems to be some relationship between the FAK tribe and Rex, but Rex was notorious at that time, and the relevant information was wiped clean.

On the eve of Gary's seal up, Rex suddenly appeared in the FAK tribe. What's his intention?

What's more shocking, of course.

Can't walk... Unexpectedly long hair!

"No publisher, our FAK tribe has nothing to do with you. Why do you wantonly slaughter the soldiers and people of our tribe? Do you want to slaughter another tribe, and the whole world will be enemies?" Daryl cried in a deep voice, and a secret letter flew out of his hand. Wrapped in a dark gray light, he flew towards the palace.

"You are only allowed to kill, but I am not allowed to kill. It doesn't make sense." Rex looked at Daryl and said quietly.

"Although I don't know how you escaped from Basti prison, don't think that our FAK tribe is as easy to bully as the EBA tribe. If you don't give us an account today, you won't want to leave here!" Kurt snapped, shaking his hand with the knife. Although the previous blow did not fall on him, it made him feel the power of terror, and his mount was killed directly by the blow.

"I'm not here to kill people today. I'm here to save people." Rex looked at Kurt in a calm voice and said, "if it's necessary to kill people to save people, it should be a little different."

"Who are you going to save?" Daryl asked in a deep voice.

"Just like them." Rex took a look at the orcs in black in the distance.

Daryl and Kurt exchanged their eyes and looked a little dignified.

"No publisher, I warn you again that this is the internal affairs of our FAK tribe, and you are not qualified to intervene." Cried Kurt.

Even if there are two of them, they still don't have strong self-confidence to keep the non issuers.

Information has been sent to the palace, as long as Gary or Basil arrives, three on one, they are sure to catch him.

If the non publisher can be executed at tomorrow's sealing ceremony, it will be a matter of great prestige for their FAK tribe.

Tomorrow, representatives of all ethnic groups will come to watch the ceremony, but the FAK tribe will be destroyed like this. If the troublemakers are not even caught, they will have no face to receive visitors tomorrow.

Rex did not rush to start, just continue to walk on the long street, four ten has come to two, his goal is to attract another one.

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"No publisher." Gary frowned at Daryl's secret letter. "Isn't this guy in the city of chaos? How can it suddenly appear here? Is it true that the rumor of that year? "

"Where is Basil?" Gary put down the secret letter and asked.

"Newspaper! Lord Basil was attacked by an unidentified opponent on his way back to the palace. I'm afraid he can't get out of trouble in a short time! " A guard came in quickly.

"Unidentified opponent? Didn't see who it was? " Gary's brow went deeper.

"Yes, it's too fast. No one can see who attacked Lord basil, including Lord Basil himself." The guard's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"A non publisher, an unidentified top ten, I didn't expect that my unruly nephew was still popular." Gary got up slowly and paced the hall with a gloomy face.

"Chief, our FAK tribe has been destroyed by this war. If we don't leave one person behind, we will be weakened if all the ethnic groups come to watch the ceremony tomorrow. It makes people think that we can bully them at will." The counsellor in black standing on one side stepped forward.

"If you want to do something bad for me, you have to be prepared to pay the price." Gary stopped. His eyes turned cold. He waved his hand and said, "take my sword and let me meet the publisher!"

Gold and silver armour was quickly put on, and Gary strode out with a long knife inlaid with gems.

The counsellor in black stood for a moment at the entrance of the main hall. After watching Gary riding out of the gate, he turned and walked towards the huge chair.

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"I haven't been home for only a few months. It's changed a lot..." Connie walks in the palace with a light white ear. Her keen hearing can help her avoid the enemy ahead of time, just like a black cat walking at night, walking quietly through the palace.

But she was full of confidence, but now she looked a little heavy.

The familiar and strange scene made her recall the night of fire and blood.

In her sleep, she was awakened, and then in a daze, she was escorted to retreat.

The rebels slaughtered people in the palace, including the little maid who grew up with her.

In order to let her leave, her father was besieged to death, and those brave guards who rushed back to the rebels

Those memories that she tried to forget finally came back.

The dark passage became a little cold, and Connie's pace quickened a little, searching for places she thought might be holding her brother.

But there was no place where she could hide from her brother when she was a child,

"Grandma's room." Connie stopped at the end of the corridor, looked at the room in front of her, hesitated, and flashed into the door.

The huge room seems to have been ransacked. The beautiful porcelains that my grandmother carefully collected have become pieces all over the place, but all the wooden frames used to place the porcelains have been taken away, including all the valuable things in the room, and the shoes on the broken porcelains have not made a sound.

Connie looked around the empty room, her eyes on the half piece of cloth still hanging on the beam, and her eyes turned red.