Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 32 From now on, let us burn the tyrant's great cause!
sandstone city.

Ferino proudly looked down at the faces of the trolls filled with reverence one after another, wearing majestic and reliable armor shining brightly in the sun.

The whole city became quiet, quietly waiting for the city lord to speak.

Ferino enjoyed the moment.

Aside from the fact that the guards who were hiding among the civilians and vigilantly patrolling the surroundings were a bit of an eyesore, he couldn't stop feeling the attention of the crowd!

Pretentiously coughing twice, Ferino's resonant voice spread to every corner of the square.

"Under the leadership of His Majesty Tolisso, we have successfully defeated the threat of the Soul Eater, and Zangula has entered a bright future from now on!

In response to His Majesty's call, the population of Zangula was expanded.

The price of food will be further lowered in the near future, and the old habit of determining the upper limit of purchases based on the number of people will be cancelled!

Not only that, Sandstone City will begin to expand the size of the hunting team from now on, and any troll who passes the test can join, regardless of gender!

The salary starts from [-] stone coins a month, and the troll who unfortunately died of hunting can also get a generous pension, which will be handed over to his children and parents by the city defense army..."

Visible to the naked eye.

Many of the trolls looked uplifted and excited, and Ferino was well served by their hopeful whispers.

Even though he was only serving to pass on the orders of the palace, the common people below didn't know this. Their usual admiration was enough to satisfy the little vanity in Ferino's heart!
Well, thank His Majesty Tolisso, thank you for the world without Soul Eater!

It has to be admitted.

Although most of the trolls are indifferent in nature and do not pay attention to family affection, they are still stable from the original anger to the present, but in the final analysis, it is still inseparable from the series of measures promulgated by Tolisso.

If not, I am afraid that Zangula, who was still extremely weak at the beginning, would immediately break out into a split civil war. How could he still cultivate his health and rest until now?

Even if conflicts do arise today, the consequences will be far less severe than they were then.

In Ferino's eloquent talk.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a white-haired rickety troll standing under the stage, wearing an old hood. His indifferent gaze made Ferino feel a little terrified for some reason.

However, when he looked again, the strange figure had disappeared in place.

The dedicated guards were still patrolling the crowd to ensure that there would be no hidden dangers. The surrounding civilians seemed to have never noticed that anyone had disappeared, and they were still looking at Ferino fieryly.

Tsk, it seems that because I haven't had a good rest recently, I will have hallucinations in broad daylight.

Ferino quickly put this little matter behind him and continued to talk about many measures that benefit the people.

"Ahem, a new batch of magic weapons has been forged by the Molten Iron King, and they will be equipped on all warriors who are willing to join the hunting team in five days.

It includes several sets of armor, long swords, cough cough cough, and machetes, cough cough cough..."

The continuous coughing had to make Ferino pause his words, and the uncontrollable body instinct made him a little annoyed for a while.

He scratched his throat, but the sudden itchiness in it didn't ease in any way.

He insisted on continuing to tell.

And Ferino scratched his throat with one hand, getting harder and harder.

It wasn't until the eyes of the troll civilians in the audience became terrified, and the guards who thought they were making a fuss began to gather in a hurry, that Ferino realized that something was wrong.

He wanted to say something, but his palm grabbed something from his throat.

He looked down blankly.

Ferino struggled to identify it for a while, only to realize that it was a piece of rotten meat.

A piece of rotten meat that is rapidly melting!

Unprecedented fear instantly enveloped all his thoughts, and Ferino wanted to ask for help in a panic, but his throat had already fallen to the ground before that, along with his eyeballs, fingers, thighs, and finally the skull !

in full view.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of trolls, Ferino melted into a pale skeleton, and poured it all over the pus that he himself had turned into! !

Amid the screams and hurried footsteps, no one noticed that a white-haired voodoo priest left the scene without looking back.

The respectful messenger quietly appeared, and the old troll said indifferently.

"Go and tell my teacher that the order of Sandstone City has been destroyed by me, and you should know what to do about the rest."

"Naturally, the Blood Pact Gang has been preparing for today for a long time!"

The couriers were shaking with excitement, oblivious to the fact that what they were doing was bound to cause harm to other innocent trolls.

Just like Tolisso once did.

Only the voice of the old troll full of engraved hatred sounded.

"Come on, from now on, let's burn the tyrant's great cause!"

.........

Overnight, the whole Zangula suddenly turned upside down.

The lord of Sandstone City was killed by a curse in public, beast siege appeared in Underflow City, and rebel armies sprung up like mushrooms in various places, targeting Borneo City...

Everyone knows who is behind all this.

It was born under the tragic famine, a resentful dead soul soaked in hatred juice.

It is a small group of traitors who were blinded by revenge and gathered greedy nobles and some ambitious trolls in an attempt to overthrow the Supreme King!
It is Zangula's most notorious underground force - the Blood Pact Gang!

Countless trolls and civilians yelled loudly, annoyed that this group of undead bastards destroyed the beautiful life that is now thriving, and caused many innocent civilians to die.

Part of the trolls in the Blood Pact Gang witnessed the scene they created, and in the torment of conscience, they questioned their purpose and method of implementation.

For revenge.

In order to eliminate the fire of hatred burning in my heart all the time, is it really necessary to ignite more hatred at the cost?
The Blood Pact Gang, which was not skilled in business, obviously didn't pay attention to the construction of spiritual culture. As a result, when they really took this step, some internal members chose to rebel on the spot, which brought them a lot of chaos.

But what made the Blood Pact Gang heave a sigh of relief.

Tolisso seemed to be unprepared for all this sudden occurrence, allowing the cause of the rebellion to go on in full swing, and the inside line in the palace clearly reported that Tolisso was incompetent and furious.

Everything is progressing steadily under the confident pace of the Blood Pact Gang.

three days later.

The situation in each city was already in dire straits, and as they had expected, Tolisso finally couldn't bear it and dispatched the Blood Guards to suppress rebellions and animal hordes.

That night, an extremely hidden elite quietly gathered in Borneo.

Looking at the palace shrouded in darkness.

This group of avengers, careerists, and ulterior motives have different looks, but what they have in common is that they don't care how their actions will affect Zangula.

They just want Tolisso dead—! !

The tyrant who single-handedly created the famine, the ruler who put an end to all ambitions, and the hero who personally liberated the future of Zangulah.

No matter how great a person is, even if he is a destined hero, as long as he stands in his way, he is guilty.

Then deserve to die!

What's more, the famine was an indelible stain on Tolisso, and it was the best reason and excuse to attack him!

The beast that grinds its teeth and sucks blood is already hungry and thirsty.

Regardless of the reasons, the long-planned assassination tonight will undoubtedly determine the future fate of Zangula!

The cool raindrops touch the skin.

Xia Lupa's cold eyes reflected the appearance of the palace, and the extremely sharp weapon in his hand had been polished for an unknown amount of time.

When he stood up, a group of shadowy figures, including Castal, stood up immediately after him, firmly believing that the leader they elected could lead the team to victory!
"Let's go."

The biting killing intent flowed to every corner with the raindrops, indifferent and decisive.

"Let us burn the great cause of that tyrant!"

(End of this chapter)