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Chapter 275 - 232: Fulfilling the Prophecy

Chapter 275: Chapter 232: Fulfilling the Prophecy

Meanwhile, inside Mountain Demon Castle.

Lind’s sentries had already stealthily dealt with several patrolling soldiers and had tied up an old woman in front of Lind.

The patrolling soldiers, as vigilant as owls, were indeed numerous and keen, but they were facing Lind and a group of Great Knights.

Breaking into the castle from the outside was difficult, but undermining it from within was much easier. Queen Rania Her Majesty also helped Lind by distracting the Great Knights with her wedding, allowing Lind’s actions to go almost unhindered.

"Do you recognize me?" Lind held the Mystic Rune Wand in his hand.

The wand, adorned with various strange decorations, could amplify magic power. Upon touching it, Lind felt his spirit become more replenished, as if he had just taken a nap, but that was all.

He handed the wand to Doris.

Miss Chronicler took the wand, closed her eyes, "My lord, they have discovered we are gone."

Her listening ability was somewhat enhanced, her concentration more focused.

It seemed that this Mystic Rune Wand, originating from the Whispering Crone, could only achieve its fullest potential in the hands of a wizard.

Lind planned to take back the wand later, return and modify it to create Mystic Rune weapons, allowing every wizard under his command to use such a wand.

The Whispering Crone kneeled on the ground, watching Doris with horror.

Her perception was not as sharp as Doris’s. Suddenly attacked and captured without any resistance, the Whispering Crone had already panicked. If not for the power displayed by Doris, which was identical to hers, she wouldn’t even dare to lift her head.

"Where did you get this Magic Potion?" Doris looked at the Whispering Crone. The techniques for using this Magic Potion came from her grandmother. Stealing Divine Authority had not only started post-apocalypse, but without the Heart of Calamity, it was difficult for people to access the key ingredients.

Those with power and no faith were not an exception.

The Whispering Crone clearly had taken a shortcut on this path, and nearby, a Great Knight, following a gesture from Lind, grabbed and ripped the Whispering Crone’s bulky outer garment, revealing her swollen, blue-tinged belly.

She had already mutated, losing any human form under her bulky, heavy clothes.

"Magic Potion, from a notebook," the Whispering Crone curled up, seemingly ashamed of her appearance.

She resembled a body sewn together, covered in hard long hair, utterly grotesque.

While the Whispering Crone recounted her "legendary experiences" to Doris, Lind focused on the slender wand.

The slender wand had several holes drilled into it, arranged in a way that it resembled a flute.

Lind immediately thought of the Catastrophe Warhorse Piper he had encountered on the road before.

He knew some music, but this flute didn’t require blowing with the mouth; it produced sound when power was infused while fingers touched the holes.

The incorrect music produced no effect and even the repulsion of power slightly affected Lind, leaving him listless.

He looked at the Whispering Crone.

The Whispering Crone just then mentioned using the wand to control rats heading to Snake Catcher Fortress.

"Was it you who sent the rats to Snake Catcher Fortress?" Lind asked.

"No, no, no, it was Lord Baya!" the Whispering Crone eagerly distanced herself: "He..."

Suddenly, the Whispering Crone trembled, disregarding her curled, ugly body, and looked at Lind in horror: "You, from the north?"

"I just passed through Snake Catcher Fortress not long ago," Lind nodded.

North, Snake Catcher Fortress, overwhelmingly powerful, more and more things that match its caliber appeared.

Upon hearing what the Whispering Hag had said about the so-called prophecy, Lind pointed to the obediently standing Dark Flame Brothers.

"Dark Flame, you’re referring to these two?"

The two cooperated by igniting black flames on their bodies, frightening the Whispering Hag into uncontrollable trembling.

It was now certain that the person before them would definitely choose to support Queen Rania, though in an unsteady manner.

What was even more terrifying was that Lord Baya, due to the fear in his heart, chose to act preemptively by asking the Whispering Hag to hinder Lind, and from the expressions of Lind and the Great Knights present, it wasn’t hard to guess that they had suffered a significant setback at Snake Catcher Fortress.

After Lind clapped his hands, the two extinguished the Dark Flame and quieted down.

Doris, who had been silent until then, suddenly spoke up, "When you were reading that notebook, did you not pay attention to the specially marked content?"

The Whispering Hag was startled, then said, "There’s no need to concern oneself with how the prophecy will unfold, for the moment the prophecy was made, everything in the world was being pushed in that direction."

"That was a notebook left by my grandmother," Doris said.

Lind couldn’t help but glance at Doris, thinking, surely, that "legend" is true then. Your Chronicler’s notebooks always get "lost", see, it even ended up with the Whispering Hag.

He felt it necessary to occasionally check Doris’s notebooks to prevent her from writing something momentous, which might "accidentally" get lost one day and embarrass him.

The interrogation ended when Lind heard the Whispering Hag speak about using children’s ears for divination.

Lind stood up with his sword in hand, looking down condescendingly at the unseemly body of the Whispering Hag, "Did you ever prophesy when you would die?"

The Whispering Hag sensed the murderous intent in his voice, yet she couldn’t even beg for mercy.

Doris, having witnessed Lind raise his weapon numerous times, saw him brandish the sword again, and even from just seeing his back, she could feel the uncontrollable rage emanating from him.

Using children’s ears for divination was an unforgivable sin in his eyes.

She had never witnessed such frequent death and slaughter until lately, as she had heard from Lind days before. He was sad because most of those he killed were humans, yet not many were Calamities.

Doris felt a frightening comfort in her own thoughts, at this moment, she naturally thought Lind was right to kill. Compared to slaughtering those Calamities, the malicious Whispering Hag deserved to die by the sword even more.

The convulsing body of the now-lifeless Whispering Hag emitted a foul blood stench. Lind had already stepped over the body and exited through the door, while Doris, clutching her Magic Wand, hurriedly followed him.

"Should we evacuate next?" Doris looked up at Lind.

"This is our best chance," Lind said, "Mountain Demon Castle is easy to defend but hard to attack. Once we leave, it won’t be so easy to break back in."

He carefully assessed the situation, knowing that with his current strength, if they appeared outside Mountain Demon Castle, whether it was the indomitable Soldiers or the ferocious Catastrophe Warhorses, most would fall to the chaotic barrage of arrows, and even if they managed to charge into the castle, they would be faced with numbers not inferior to their own and Great Knights in their prime state.

Without Flame Tumor Alex by his side, Lind couldn’t possibly force his way into Mountain Demon Castle by sheer violence, a sacrifice he could not fully bear.

Yet, think differently, Lind had already entered the impregnable Mountain Demon Castle now.

Without the walls to obstruct them, the cumbersome ranged Soldiers were as vulnerable as ants.

That is to say, without any sacrifice, they had already made their way inside Mountain Demon Castle.

"Then we..." Doris was somewhat excited.

She was sure that Lind’s response would incite a storm of bloodshed, but upon knowing everything here and hearing of the deeds within Mountain Demon Castle, Doris found herself secretly hoping.

Lind simply said, "Go and fulfill the prophecy."

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