Chapter 1446 - 776: A Promise Worth a Thousand Gold (Part 2)

Chapter 1446: Chapter 776: A Promise Worth a Thousand Gold (Part 2)

It was only a few steps later that someone suddenly appeared ahead to block the way, wearing a red scarf with a coat. Who else could it be but Dismas?

At this moment, the smoke from the musket he fired had not even dispersed. Facing the dark muzzle, the Eagle Flock members seemed to feel an inexplicable sting.

"Don’t give him time to reload, take him out!"

The leader’s words startled everyone. Yes, the musket only had one shot, once fired, it was just scrap metal.

In an instant, someone pulled out a short bow ready to shoot an arrow, while others rushed forward with short swords drawn.

Yet, the person blocking the way showed not a hint of fear, but instead responded with a laugh to those words.

"Who told you I only have one bullet?"

Before they could comprehend, Dismas’s musket roared successively, and among those bending their bows, a few exploded with blood flowers on their bodies and fell, their fate unknown.

Such a horrifying scene frightened them, and those advancing felt a moment of hesitation. Since when did someone fire so many shots?

"Hahaha!" Dismas could only feel exhilarated.

This newly developed percussion cap revolver could be loaded with six rounds and fire continuously. Even if he encountered someone like himself, they wouldn’t stand a chance. But who cares? He’s the one holding it, and the opponents didn’t have it.

Now Dismas understood why the Lord often said that technology is the primary productive force. It’s so satisfying!

With a bit of entanglement here, those shadows in the back caught up, meaning those birds were completely wiped out.

Feather arrows shot towards the Eagle Flock leader, but he raised his cloak to blow them away, almost without hesitation, he moved.

"Spread out and run!"

The remaining ten people understood the situation and all ran for their lives.

The two who were originally charging towards Dismas saw him reloading, and their fear slightly dissipated. They were already halfway there, so they steeled themselves and rushed directly at him.

Dismas was not angry but glad to see himself considered an easy target. He displayed a ferocious smile, abandoned reloading the revolver, and holstered it, pulling out another uniquely shaped musket, pulling the trigger the next second.

"I never said I only have one gun, did I?"

One of the charging Eagle Flock members died on the spot, unable to react, while the remaining one was already in front and swung a short sword without hesitation.

But waiting for him was not the sight of his opponent’s head falling, but rather a chill spreading across his throat. Before he realized it, fresh blood was gushing out uncontrollably, draining his life as he collapsed onto the ground.

A bloody throat cut!

Dismas flicked the blood off the short sword, doing so as casually as if he had just killed a chicken.

Some originally wanted to head this way, but couldn’t even see the previous movements, so they wisely chose another direction to flee.

Dismas wasn’t in a hurry to pursue, instead, he continued reloading.

Laura’s figure appeared. Her short bow fired rapidly, and feather arrows seemed to rain down on them without pause. Although these Eagle Flock members lacked the leader’s strength, their breastplates protected their vital areas.

However, she seemed to know better than anyone, aiming at their feet. They wouldn’t die instantly, but they lost the ability to flee.

Without wings, birds will die...

Suddenly, an Eagle Flock member stumbled to the ground, revealing a heavy arrow that directly pierced through the breastplate.

To have drawn and shot such a powerful arrow, only Boslake among Hamlet could do it. Sure enough, the man holding the Serpent Bow emerged from the forest, already aiming at a second target...

There weren’t many left, but the Eagle Flock leader no longer cared about them, just charging forward. The dense forest was his best cover, as long as he reached that place...

However, he suddenly sensed something, changing direction abruptly and leaping to the side. In the next second, the seemingly unremarkable weeds twisted horrifyingly toward his original position; if he hadn’t moved quickly, he might have been ensnared.

But trying to escape the power of nature in this plant-filled forest, isn’t that a bit naive?

Roots, vines, weeds... The entire forest seemed to resist him.

He had been pursued all the way, even exhausting his arrows, and could only wield the claw-shaped knife in his hand.

The Eagle Flock leader couldn’t even see where the enemy was. Just facing the surging plants from all around, he was already exhausted—fear engulfed him, causing him to slash wildly around in desperation.

For he knew, being trapped by a Spellcaster spelled certain death: any plant could mean the end of him.

But clearly, he couldn’t resist nature, as the plants here were endless, and cutting one meant two more would grow.

Soon, fatigue revealed a small flaw, which the plants seized upon, swarming to restrain him, capturing the strongest Eagle Flock leader.

Finally, the plants seemed to consciously clear a path, revealing a person holding a uniquely shaped magic wand.

"Deerhead Tribe... You’re the one who escaped..."

How could the Eagle Flock leader not recognize this? Back then, the Earl had even sent him to find this person, but unexpectedly, he appeared here.

At this moment, others finished dealing with the rest and rushed over.

"How to deal with him?"

"Just finish him off."

Everyone was in agreement, and the leader felt the plants tightening around him, likely about to snap him any second.

"Wait a minute."

At that moment, a voice suddenly emerged. Lance’s figure appeared, still muttering, "You guys do run fast."

"Master! Why are you here?"

Laura was still a bit tense because her failed reconnaissance allowed part of the Eagle Flock to escape, leading to the subsequent chase.

"It’s okay, I just have some personal business to deal with him." Lance seemed to sense something, smiling and reassuring Laura with a look while giving others a Bless, indicating, "Laura stays, you all go down the mountain to rest a bit, prepare to enter the city with me later."

No one had any objections to this, only Grendel, who knew something about Laura’s identity, glanced at her, but said nothing, heading down the mountain.

Lance studied the Eagle Flock leader, his gaze seemingly penetrating through flesh to scrutinize his bodily structure.

Not only did he gain eagle eyes, but feathers grew on his body, and even his face became reminiscent of a Night Owl, his skeleton beginning to transform, turning toward an inhuman mutation.

Indeed, the Supernatural Power always comes at a price.

For this idiot, Lance wasn’t going to show Bruce’s patience, nor did he bother to reveal his identity, he simply controlled him, with secrets emerging...

He must say that the leader did many dirty jobs for the Earl and knew many bizarre happenings on this land, whether in Bastia or the surrounding mountains.

But Lance found what he wanted; the Eagle Flock’s legacy was not broken, hidden in a secret room in the city’s Eagle Nest.

With this discovery, Lance released control and even granted a Bless to wake him up.

At that moment, the leader finally understood what true fear was, that feeling...

"Do you know why I’m looking for you?"

Lance’s words carried a magical quality, forcibly bringing his chaotic mind back, though he didn’t recognize him at all.

"Do you still remember her?" Lance seemed to know his reaction too, reaching to lift Laura’s hood, her stern face with red long hair revealed, as she extended her hand and an eagle landed on her arm.

"You are..." The Eagle Flock leader surely knew this family traitor, but disregarding everything, he began to beg, "We’re kin! This is all a misunderstanding, I’m willing to submit."

"Looks like you don’t remember." Lance explained on his own, "You struck my subordinate, and humiliating her is an insult to me. I promised to help her get revenge."

With a gesture, the eagle received some signal, its eyes instantly locking on the exposed head of the leader, flapping from Lance’s arm towards him. The air filled with wails and screams echoing through the forest...