Chapter 62 34. Mangil
While Daxus was looking at the ring, Walter was about to swing the leaf hammer to hit Mangil in the head.
Dacus quickly blocked it with the back of the Messer knife and shook his head at Walter, saying, "Hey? This is not yours."
Walter was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and put away the leaf hammer. Daxus swung the Messer knife and directly cut off Mangil's right hand.
The battle was over. The team led by the three Druzy nobles had dealt with the Cold Lizard riders of the Heart Eater family. The family guards who jumped off the Dark Pegasus were also dealt with by Daquus's followers, Edmund and Kane's assassins.
This time it was Ryan's turn lying on the ground. Franais anxiously went forward to check and found that Ryan was just knocked unconscious by the shock wave of the explosion. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Baine's Druzy halberd pierced the manticore's mouth. At this moment, the big guy was standing proudly beside the manticore, looking down on everything. The big guy looked at Baine in confusion and pushed him away. The cold lizards began to eat the manticore's corpse.
Mangil did not scream even though his right hand was cut off. Instead, he turned his head and gasped, looking at Daquus with a murderous look. He still struggled to stand up.
Dacus didn't waste any time talking to Mangil and smiled at him. He smiled as brightly as spring, like a sunny sixteen-year-old boy.
"Franais!" Daxus raised his head and said to Mangil. Franais understood and came over to control Mangil's mouth.
At this time, Garros ran over, knelt outside the three swords of Dacius and said, "My lord, I beg you to hand him over to me."
There must be a story behind this, but Darkus wasn't interested in knowing. He held the Ruby Ring of Destruction in his hand, observing the sun, nodded, and asked, "What are you going to do with it?"
"Sir, please speak!"
"Flay him and put the skins of his armor on him. His father will be proud of him."
At dusk, the team roared in through the Screaming Gate on the south bank of the Red Poison River. The city guards at the gate had already retreated, not wanting to be overwhelmed by the Cold Lizards. Darkius divided the Cold Lizards among himself, and they became spoils of war for the various families.
There was not a single pedestrian on the street. If it weren't for the dim candlelight coming from the small windows of the roadside houses, Dacus would have thought it was a ghost town.
Yes, the weather is so cold, everyone is preparing for the annual carnival the day after tomorrow, right?
In the noble district, Mangil was released, covered in his brother's skin and covered in blood. It was obvious that Garros's skills were not very good.
Mangil stumbled toward the Heart Eater estate, his path streaked with blood. A City Watch patrol, by chance, bumped into him, and the guards turned back the way they had come. He took a few more steps and collapsed in the road, a death etched with hatred and agony.
Mangil was supposed to have followed the Black Ark, the Castle of Malice, on a sea raid, beginning his legendary career and leading his gang of flayers to spread terror and chaos across the Old World. Unfortunately, this legend was strangled by Darkhus, the terminator of fate, before he could even begin his career.
At the same crossroads, the Duruchi nobles greeted each other and then went their separate ways with their spoils. They were going to prepare for the death at midnight the day after tomorrow.
Death Midnight is a big day every year for the Duruchi. The witch spirits will appear on the streets of local cities and hold a killing spree without restraint, slaughtering their own relatives.
In Har Ganthi, the Druki's bloodlust and thirst for blood are bound by Naggaroth's strictest laws. Only at the approach of Dead Night do these laws temporarily suspend the Druki, unleashing their true instincts. When the bright moon rises, madness descends. Slaves and prisoners are unleashed into the streets, and a torrent of bloody, wanton slaughter rips through the boulevards and squares, while thick, blood-red smoke drifts through the twisted city. Wine and blood flow through the streets, and the night air is rent by maniacal screams. The streets are strewn with blood, hearts, lungs, and intestines, and the gutters are clogged with mutilated corpses, while witch spirits dance wildly over the slaughtered bodies.
But in other places in Naggaroth, only the witches celebrate the Midnight of Death. Other Duruchi try to avoid it for fear of becoming living sacrifices to the god of murder. All these Duruchi civilians can do is lock the door. If possible, they can sacrifice the babies or the elderly, the weak and the disabled at home to the witches in order to get the chance to see the sunrise the next day. For the powerful people living in Clar Karonde, they can stay in the manor this night. The witches will not enter the noble area. Of course, the powerful people can also go out to have fun.
The three Takia siblings did not return to their ancestral home but followed Dacus back to Night Overlord Castle. If they returned to their ancestral home at night, they would definitely be attacked.
It was already dark when they arrived at Night Overlord Castle. Butler Dia and his servants greeted them at the main gate. Daquus asked Butler Dia to send back the head of the eldest son of the Calvo family. The father and son had not seen each other for two days and must have missed each other very much.
After exchanging pleasantries, we went to the dining area for dinner.
Dacus stretched out his hands in surprise and said, "Oh, my dear brother, what day is today? What a coincidence!"
Maranur glared at Dacius, swallowed the rest of the steak, and suppressed it with wine.
"You've made so much noise that all the noble banquets in Clarkalond have been cancelled for the past few days."
After greeting the other family members, Dacus arranged for his followers to sit down.
"It has nothing to do with me. How are your preparations for the day after tomorrow going?"
Maranul said nonchalantly, "I will lead the team myself."
Dacus pointed his finger at the ceiling and asked, "This is a big deal. Did he agree?"
"Of course, but the Lengyan family must deliver a designated share within a hundred years, and every family that contributed will receive a share."
"As expected, isn't it? Then I'll go deal with those three families the day after tomorrow and support you guys depending on the situation."
Everyone, today's update, I'm really stuck and can't write anymore_(:з」∠)_
