Author: He gave up and I took it

Fourteen years passed by in a flash, and Zangula gradually emerged from the haze of famine.

But there are some more profound things that have not been erased by the years, but have intensified, quietly growing and spreading in the shadow of the increasingly prosperous Zangula.

"I hope you are ready. What you will see this time is the noble person who is second only to the tyrant.

If he joins, the possibility of our plan's success will be greatly increased, we must convince him to stand on our side!"

"I know."

In the palace late at night, a figure shrouded in a hood quickly completed the code with the person he was connecting with.

Watch the other person leave quickly.

The envoy of the Blood Pact Gang, who had become notorious over the years, finally sighed deeply and stepped into the dark and gloomy passage ahead.

Even though I had a bad face and got into this hard job, if I made the slightest mistake, I would die on the spot.

But think on the bright side, if you can successfully recruit them, your status in the eyes of teachers will definitely be greatly improved!

No guards were encountered, no traps were encountered.

This secret passage that is theoretically impossible to exist and is unobstructed in the palace is of immeasurable value, but tonight the door is opened for the first time for the arrival of Navarro, just for the mission he shoulders!

After walking in twists and turns for an unknown amount of time, Navarro heard the faint sound of a hammer hammering in his ears.

The rhythmic sound of forging is the cradle that breeds soldiers, and the flame is a tool that can be played with at will in the hands of that person.

Only him.

It can continuously provide countless precious magic weapons, easily arm an army to the teeth, and defeat all enemies like a torrent of steel!

It is no exaggeration to say that whoever can obtain the loyalty of the other party will be equivalent to obtaining the key to the prosperity of Zangula in the next era!

The sound of forging is getting closer and closer ahead.

After thinking about the words in his mind for the last time, Navarro pushed open the heavy secret door with both hands. A wave of heat suddenly hit his face, and a handsome troll who was in front of the forging platform raised his head and looked at him in surprise.

"Dear Molten King, I'm glad to see you tonight. I hope you won't reveal my existence first."

Navarro said respectfully.

"I am here to bring you a choice, a door to a new future, and a new world that countless trolls want to create together!"

"...are you from the Blood Pact Gang? I didn't expect you to be so powerful as to sneak into this place."

Itarek looked at the other party with a half-smile.

"But do you believe that if I shout now, your head will fall to the ground immediately?"

"Of course I believe it."

Navarro met the Molten King's gaze calmly.

In fact, he was secretly prepared to activate the surrogate doll at any time, give up the death order given by his teacher, and then run away with oiled soles on his feet.

nonsense.

It’s not that old guy who died, why should I lose my head?!

"To be able to gain the unreserved trust of that tyrant, and to control the art of forging magical weapons that no blacksmith has ever been able to imitate, what an exaggeratedly powerful defender is guarding your door, it makes me scalp just thinking about it.

numb.

But I have no ill intentions in coming here today, even if you order me to be killed, it will not help."

"There is no malice? Wasn't the rebellion in Huangge City some time ago your masterpiece? And the midnight curse killing and palace arson earlier, weren't they all done by the Blood Pact Gang?"

"That's just revenge against the tyrant. Everyone in the Blood Pact Gang thinks you are different from him. Please believe in our sincerity."

Navarro looked at Itarek and promised seductively.

"Even if we don't tell you, you know that the reason why the Blood Pact Gang was born was all because of the famine led by the tyrant.

I was once a voodoo priest who shed my blood in the War of Dawn. However, when I returned to Borneo City, I discovered that everything I cherished had been destroyed under the leadership of that tyrant!

The Blood Pact Gang is composed of countless dead souls who long for revenge just like me.

Our only desire is revenge, but the Blood Pact Gang also respects the heroes of Zangula, especially your existence.

Magic weapons are of great significance to Zangula!

If you are willing to join the Blood Pact Gang, no, as long as you stand by and watch what happens next, I can promise you on behalf of the Blood Pact Gang that there will definitely be a place for you on the ships of the new world!

Whether it's wealth or power, or even a clan that truly belongs to you, the Blood Pact Gang can help you establish it!"

Itarek raised his eyebrows and smelled a hint of storm coming from the other party's serious expression.

Put down the hammer.

Itarek sat on the bench, lit the tobacco he had just discovered a few years ago, and took a few puffs.

When the spicy taste spread in his throat, and after a moment of aftertaste, two powerful white lines spurted out from his nostrils, and Itarek finally spoke again to Navarro's eager anticipation.

"In your plan, will Tolisso die?"

"Of course it is. Only that tyrant will not let anyone go. This is the basis for the establishment of the Blood Pact Gang!"

"Then we have nothing to talk about."

Navarro frowned imperceptibly, unwilling to give up easily.

"King Molten Iron, why do you insist on standing beside that tyrant? With your conditions, you can access the entire territory of Zangula, so why do you need to be tied to him?"

"I need him alive, that's all."

Itarek said casually, ignoring Navarro's persuasion.

"I don't care about your grudges with him, nor what methods you will use.

But after his mission as king comes to an end, I will give him a more personal mission as a reward for the countless magical weapons I have created for Zangula over the years.

For this, I need him alive.

You can try to stand against me and try your best to kill him, but all this is in vain."

"...Then as you wish, Iron King, I pray that the flesh and blood guards and attendants entrusted with your hope can save the tyrant's life from the evil intentions of the Blood Pact Gang."

Even though he was prepared, Navarro still shook his head in disappointment. It seemed that his mission would still end in failure.

"No matter when you change your mind, the Blood Pact Gang can give you a chance to make a new choice."

"Maybe I will give you a chance then?"

The voodoo priest stopped talking, tensed the string in his heart, and retreated to the secret passage with all his heart on guard.

However, what made Navarro secretly relieved was that the Molten Iron King, who had clearly stood on their opposite side, had no intention of stopping him at all, and even watched him leave with a smile on his face.

It was like facing an ant, not caring about his hostility and racking his brains to protect himself.

Inexplicable.

In the distorted shadow of the Molten King cast by the fire of the furnace, Navarro vaguely saw a shocking behemoth casting an interested glance at him.

A destructive and teasing gaze descended.

It’s as if I’m looking forward to the long-awaited plot to unfold, and I sincerely hope to see a wonderful performance!

However, before the cold could emerge, Navarro's dull vision was blocked by the secret passage door.

He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't until he stiffly left the palace that Navarro realized that his back had been soaked with cold sweat at some point, and he was still immersed in that ray of coercion that appeared inadvertently.

There is no reason.

Navarro was more worried than ever about the final plan that everyone in the Blood Pact Gang was preparing intensively.

Tolisso's light is too dazzling.

So much so that others subconsciously forgot about the terrifying shadow supporting the Troll King...

He is not like other nobles who have tried their best to expand their power over the years.

Instead, he was immersed in the forging platform deep in the palace day after day, year after year. Almost no trolls had seen his figure, far away from the center of the whirlpool, and out of everyone's sight.

But the traces left by the Molten Iron King have penetrated horribly into every aspect of Zangula, and have even been ignored by people as a matter of course.

All magical weapons were created by his hands!

There are voices among the troll blacksmiths who sincerely worship him!

Even in the Battle of Dawn, he showed his devastating strength at a glance——!!

It was as if he was hidden in the dark backside of the Zangula troll civilization. He was usually inconspicuous, but the moment he truly realized his existence, he had been staring at those indifferent pupils for an unknown amount of time.

Navarro was horrified.

But after feeling deep fear, what followed was an unspeakable excitement lingering in his chest.

He never cared about revenge, he only joined the Blood Pact Gang for the profound and mysterious knowledge of witchcraft!

What's even better is that, as far as he knows, his teacher seems to have always had a different interest in the Molten Iron King, but he is completely unaware of the terrifying nature of the Molten Iron King that he vaguely senses!

Navarro didn’t know who would win and who would lose when the two faced off, but this did not prevent him from starting to seriously consider:

Is it possible to secretly pick up the inheritance then?

It doesn’t matter who it is, he doesn’t mind it at all!
Chapter completed!