ebookslot Chapter 39: Bandits Part 2
Chapter 39: Bandits Part 2
Chapter 39: Bandits Part 2
However, as time passed, his companion did not reappear. However, his attention was drawn to an unexpected sight just as he was about to shout out for him—a dense fog was rolling in his direction.
"What the fuck is this?"
He murmured, his voice trembling with bewilderment as the surrounding mist swirled about him. He tried to hide his face with his hands, but the mist easily slid through his grasp, much to his amazement.
He cautiously opened his eyes and took a long breath, his senses in disarray. He realized what had happened.
"Smoke?" he asked himself, recognizing the familiar stench. As he continued to breathe the smoky air, the full nature of the phenomenon became clear: it was a dense cloud of smoke, not fog. Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only
The smoke spread steadily through the camp, quickly engulfing the entire base. It acted as an unsaid beckon, luring the occupants of the improvised shelters out into the open.
Those who had been outside were taken aback by the unexpected arrival of the unknown smoke, which caused confusion and commotion.
"what's happening?"
The vice leader emerged from the largest makeshift house, seeking answers amid the surrounding commotion but finding none.
"Remain calm, you mongrels!" he commanded, his commanding presence tempering the panic and restoring order to the chaos.
"Where are the watch guards? What's causing this smoke?" he wondered, straining his eyes in the direction of the watchtower. Despite the deep haze, he could make out the silhouettes of two figures.
"Someone, investigate!" he yelled, sending one of the men sprinting towards the tower.
Fear gripped the sprinting person as he approached the watchtower due to the uncertainty. He took one step at a time up the stairs toward the top.
"Hey there, pal, what's going on?" He yelled as he hurried up the stairs.
"Drip... Drip..."
"Argh...."
"Arghh....."
As they attempted to move their paralyzed bodies, groans of frustration filled the air. They could only watch helplessly as their demise approached. They turned their collective focus toward the vice leader, whose controlled facade had disintegrated and whose teeth snarled in desperation.
"Who are you?" The vice commander queried, his fingers reaching for the blade slung over his back. His gaze remained riveted on the approaching figure at the base's center.
"Are you Slaatra or Vansha of the Lizard Clan?" As he approached the nearest fallen person, the young man voiced his own query. while he asked that. He swung his spear downward in one fast stroke, removing the man's head beneath him.
"Hickk..."
"V-Vice leader."
"H-Help us."
The remaining grounded men shook as they witnessed the masked intruder's savage slaying, their calls for rescue directed at their leader.
"STOP!" The vice leader yelled. The young man came to a halt and turned to face the lizard man.
"What do you want" .
The vice leader inquired, his gaze turning to the largest house behind him.
"Slaatra's head" .
"Give me that, and I'll leave them alive," the young man said, stepping closer to another man on the ground. He aimed his spear at the terrified man's throat while looking back at their vice leader.
"Even a lowly creature like you dares to seek my head." The young man's attention shifted as another voice echoed through the base. His eyes locked onto the area behind the vice leader, where a towering, 7-foot lizard man emerged from one of the houses, wielding a massive war hammer.