Chapter 573: Chapter 244: The Fangs of the Ancient Giant Trolls (Two-in-One ga Chapter)_2
But as soon as Graham thought of Yakesen Auction House, he deflated and waved his hand, “Go! Hurry up and settle this matter for .”
“This….”
“Baron Graham, I have already reported it, my supervisor, Viscount Fabien of Yakesen Auction House, will soon send elites over. You only need to have your n isolate this area and prevent the other party from escaping.”
“How much longer?”
“I’m not too sure, but definitely within half an hour.”
“Half an hour?” Baron Graham’s tone suddenly rose.
If Sir Barnes were to be defeated, that half hour would be enough for this native to slaughter all the slaves in the warehouse. What awaited him…
“No!” Graham’s head shook like a rattle drum imdiately.
…
In a room on the third floor of the nearby Yakesen Auction House.
A study room, lavishly decorated and dazzling with gold.
A middle-aged man with a handlebar mustache, dressed in hunting attire, was frowning and pacing back and forth in the room.
A strong knight was respectfully reporting sothing.
“So, the item should be on one of the natives being transported in this batch, and now, this native has escaped, your slave-capturing team didn’t stop him nor catch him, is that right?”
“Yes, Lord Viscount Fabien, that’s correct.”
“What’s the situation now?”
“The security forces of the trade district and elite Night Watchn are all in pursuit.”
“Hmm, Graham’s n alone probably won’t be able to subdue them. By the way, has the Empire’s official special departnt intervened?”
“They did… A Peak Knight was involved, but he was killed on the spot by this native.”
“What?” Viscount Fabien’s face showed delight.
“It seems this item is even better than I imagined.”
“This indeed gives us an opportunity… Quickly! Tell Hammis and the others to speed up!”
“If the item falls into the hands of the Empire’s special departnt, it will be difficult to get it back…”
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Inside the warehouse.
Various items on the shelves were strewn about, and the floor was a ss.
A sturdy native with large dirty dreadlocks, his face painted in vivid colors, was clutching his abdon with one hand and holding a sharp white tusk with the other, leaning against a shelf, gasping for breath.
There were several arrows embedded in his body, but they had only penetrated a couple of centiters into his flesh, rely scraping the skin.
With a forceful swing, these arrows fell to the ground.
The only serious injury was a cut on his lower abdon from a blade.
The native, probably in his thirties, looked down and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes!
If it had not been for the risk of injury, he would not have had the chance to kill that Peak Knight in one strike and break through the heavy encirclent to this place.
He looked around and saw there was plenty of food on the shelves. He imdiately grabbed it and started swallowing it hungrily.
Suddenly, he heard barking and other animal noises coming from inside the warehouse, which imdiately brightened his expression.
He hurried over and saw rows of iron cages appearing before him, containing several fierce animals such as jungle black wolves, cliff wild boars, grey-spotted black bears, and several sleek black panthers.
This was actually for the beast fights organized by Yakesen Auction House.
The native bent down and near his rib cage, he forcefully pulled out a white bone that looked like a rib!
“Ah!!!”
The sharp bone, about seventeen or eighteen centiters long, looked like a wolf tusk but was much bigger and longer, and was currently emitting a faint white glow.
It was like the fang of so unknown ferocious beast!
At that mont, the native opened his right hand, and astonishingly, the fang he had just pulled out matched another fang he was holding!
He began to mutter sothing softly, almost like a prayer, his expression devout!
The next second, the two mysterious white fangs in his hand emitted a faint blood-red glow, causing the wild animals within tens of ters around to beco frenzied, furiously slamming into the iron cages without caring about injuries.
“Bang!”
A muscular jungle black wolf rushed to the native’s side, its eyes blood-red, but the next second, it stopped abruptly, lying down on the ground, seemingly showing extre reverence to the native,
but the native’s expression stiffened, as he thrust the two white fangs ‘puchi’ into the back of the black wolf.
Strangely, the jungle black wolf did not resist at all, nor did it attack.
Imdiately, a fundantal sucking sound began.
The white fangs were sared with streaks of blood, drawing sothing from the black wolf’s body into the native.
Then, the wound on the native’s abdon began to heal rapidly, and his overall spirit and strength started to recover rapidly!
In just a few seconds, he beca fully revitalized!
His eyes bright, no longer showing any signs of fatigue.
At that mont, soone rushed into the warehouse!
…
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“Bang bang crack!”
The warehouse door burst open suddenly, and a burly knight was flung seven or eight ters away, his thick breastplate pierced by several holes, blood oozing profusely…
And a towering native, about two ters tall, with colorful tattoos and bright bird feathers tied in his dreadlocks, appeared at the shattered door.
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