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Chapter 107 Chapter 106. Dungeon Assassin

Chapter 107 Section 106. Dungeon Assassin

Author: I am the right way

Chapter 107 Section 106. Dungeon Assassin

Like a little white rabbit blending in among ferocious beasts.

Bragging about one's "sin" at this time should be the key to avoid being bullied, but Annan could not think of any deeds that would awe them.

They are all criminals, so they should hate Breeze City...

Annan took a deep breath and made his tone fierce: "My body is very small, but my hatred for Breeze City is extremely huge."

A burst of jeers echoed.

The mocking whisper sounded again: "And what's your crime?"

"Construction."

Annan raised his head slightly: "I am Annan Reeves, one of the twelve kings of the North, and the real lord of Breeze City."

The rustling jeers sounded unpleasantly again.

The giant bear silhouette sarcastically said: "You are the King of the North, and I am the Emperor of Mankind——"

It was pushed away by a pair of big hands like a doll, with vibrations that shook the dungeon. The huge outline of the forehead pressed dullly against the cold floor tiles, and the whole dungeon echoed with a low hum.

"Great King of the North, please accept my humble respect..."



Olmedo deliberately stuffed himself into this dungeon - Annan's experience at this moment confirms this.

This unknown hybrid giant has become Annan's most loyal protector because of its identity. It is not a sub-race of giants like the Stephen dwarf giant - the Stephen dwarf giant is like the darling wife of a strong man in front of it.

As a hybrid of humans and giants, its size is remarkably taller and stronger than the four-meter-long Stephen dwarf giant.

Equally remarkable are its father and mother.

After confirming that Olmedo was still on his side, Annan began to think about the reason why he suddenly sent him to the dungeon.

The most reasonable reason is to arrest himself first, and then absolve himself of the crime on the grounds that there is no evidence to prove that he impersonated the King of the North. From then on, Annan's identity is confirmed, and the outside world can no longer use this to frame him or attack him.

But Olmedo was not a fool. He should have informed Annan in advance instead of betraying him in such a way that would cause misunderstanding.

Unless there was some kind of accident that Olmedo didn't respond to - he didn't attend the banquet last night, and suddenly sent Annan to the dungeon early this morning, and he could only give a vague reminder, hoping that Annan would believe him.

Annan looked at the other people in the palace dungeon.

In addition to Annan, there are two humans in the dungeon: Steelkin and Black Tierres.

The former was arrested for hijacking the latter, and the latter was caught by the guards for transporting gold ore privately.

"Black Tireres... looks like a dwarf's name." Annan asked curiously.

"...I was adopted by dwarves when I was young."

Black Tires was ready to accept the ridicule, but he heard Annan say with kindness: "I have a friend who is also a dwarf. Her name is Soruman Bronzebeard."

"I...I know! The dwarves of the Bronzebeard Clan all like to drink alcohol." The slight favor from the superior will also make the lower-ranking person burst into tears of gratitude, just like Black Tieles is doing now.

Annan thought for a while, but there was no memory of Soruman Bronzebeard being drunk and alone.

It is normal for Bronzebeards to have no ethnic characteristics, after all, normal dwarves would not join secret societies.

Stilkin didn't seem to like talking, but after he spoke, Annan recognized him as the guy who made the disgusted mocking noise.

Regardless, Steelkin and Hetierrez surrendered.

One of the two remaining prisoners is an orc who calls himself Howler and comes from the Frostwolf clan.

The orcs have ragged rags, and the brown skin indicates that they are orcs - the green skin is the "vegetable orcs" in the Warlock's Codex, green skin.

"I don't accept that you are short."

Almost when Annan thought the orc was going to pick a fight, he slapped his chest and said, "But if you are the big boss, then you are my boss."

Hmm...the orcs should be considered surrendered.

The last prisoner is an ogre.

This ogre has gotten rid of people's prejudices against ogres: stupid, slow, and ignorant. Its brain is surprisingly good-this can be seen from the time when Annan sarcastically said that he was the emperor of mankind.

Annan was more interested in orcs and ogres than the two humans, and after learning that ogres were female, his interest became even greater than that of orcs.

"Do you really eat people?"

"This is the misunderstanding that other races have about us. We just have a unique perspective on food."

"So you eat people?"

"eat."

Based on Olmedo's arrangement, Annan did not experience darkness and cruelty, and got to know the other four prisoners.

Steele King and Black Tires dislike each other. Steele King mocked Black Tires' adoptive mother as a short caveman and the king of the dwarves as the dwarf king. Black Tires calmly dismissed Steele.

King recorded his behavior in notes and then handwritten "The Book of Hate" on the cover.

The bored orc was encouraging the two humans to fight quickly, or they would fight it.

The ogre and Annan had the most exchanges, mostly discussing food and knowledge. The right insights made Annan feel like a spring breeze.

"Your shoes are dirty."

He would also flatteringly want to help Annan shine his shoes.

As for the hybrid giant... it always lies there motionless, like a golem with only orders and loyalty.

After adapting to the dungeon, Annan began to wonder about the situation outside.



Putrid, cold, damp...

These are not the horrors of this dungeon.

Instead, there are icy-cold water and heads above the water everywhere.

The weak vibration caused ripples in the water, and the closed eyes opened and fell towards a silhouette outside the dungeon.

"Would you like to go out?"

A hoarse voice sounded: "What do you want me to do?"

A picture floated into the dungeon, burning and lighting up.

"King in the North?"

"There is no King of the North in the dungeon. Make him surrender, or kill him if he doesn't..."

The broken magic-forbidden ring surfaced and emerged from the water with a crash.

A guard opened the cell door, covered his head, leaving a line of bleeding marks in the silence, and left the depths of the dungeon.



The movement outside the dungeon attracted Annan's attention, and a figure with no hair or hair entered the dungeon.

He stared at Annan, and even a fool could see that there was something wrong.

Black Tierres jumped out as if he was afraid of being beaten first: "If you want to hurt the King of the North, defeat me first!"

"Is this your helper?"

"I can also fight with you." The orc volunteered.

"Dirty orcs..."

"If you will allow me to eat it" the ogre stood up.

"Is this all you have to rely on?"

But these were still not in the assassin's eyes. He looked at Annan, who also looked at him curiously.

"Do you know that stupid...fake Levi's?" Annan couldn't help but ask.

"What are you talking about?"

"Otherwise why would you all be so stupid at just the right moment..."

As Annan sighed, the darkness behind Annan suddenly began to squirm.

The assassin looked stupidly at Annan, a dormant shadow rising higher and higher.

(End of chapter)


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