Chapter 989: Chapter 612, The Last Day
On the side.
The members of the Furious Lion Clan who overheard the conversation between the two also revealed surprised expressions.
Mier had once been a hero of the Furious Lion Clan with great talent.
But later, Mier left Furious Lion City with Fighting Tooth’s niece and never sent any news back.
Now, it seemed the situation was not so simple.
If what this white-haired girl said was true.
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Then, Tempsta had resorted to some shameful means.
Not only did he cause the death of Mier, but he also left behind a hidden danger that led to the downfall of Furious Lion City today.
“You’re talking nonsense, Mier’s death has nothing to do with me,” Tempsta, noticing the gazes around him, refuted loudly.
“It doesn’t matter whether you admit it or not, in the end, you’re going to die,” Anjia strolled back.
“You,…” Tempsta’s expression changed, and fear of death began to rise in his heart.
He added, “I surrender too, didn’t you say surrendering means not having to die, I surrender… Furious Lion City is yours now.”
“The list of those who can surrender does not include you.”
Tempsta almost spit out a mouthful of blood and roared, “You can’t kill me, you have someone behind you, don’t you? I am an orange hero, the leader behind you will definitely want to recruit me, you can’t explain it to him if you kill me, you can’t kill me, I assure you, I won’t seek revenge after being recruited, it will be as if nothing ever happened.”
An orange hero is enough to preside over a power; even war prisoners are usually recruited, not killed outright.
Therefore, he believed that, setting aside his personal vendetta with Anjia, the opposing leader would definitely want to recruit him.
Anjia scoffed, “Unfortunately, he’s off to some meeting; I make the decisions here.”
Her gaze returned to the Furious Lion Clan members, and Anjia continued, “Out of regard for Old Mill, I’ll give you one more chance to surrender; choose whether to live or die.”
There was hesitation again.
Some members of the Furious Lion Clan, who had just been willing to die rather than surrender, chose to give in.
They had no intention of dying alongside Tempsta.
Anjia nodded, “Shirel!”
“Miss Anjia,” Shirel stepped forward.
“Have Tempsta, and those unwilling to surrender, killed; keep the heroes’ bodies and take the ordinary ones back to be thrown into the conversion site,” Anjia commanded directly.
Just as Shirel was about to accept the order,
Bronze Bull stepped forward and hurriedly said, “Anjia, should we wait for the Lord to return? That’s quite a number of people to kill.”
The number of people being killed among the prisoners clearly involved personal vendettas.
“No need to ask; I’ll explain when he returns; you don’t need to worry,” Anjia concluded, then looked at Shirel, “Shirel, what are you waiting for? Kill them all.”
“Yes, bring them all out,” Shirel called out loudly.
A large group of Fairy Clan guards rushed in, dragging the cursing orcs out.
This group included the orange hero, Tempsta.
For Shirel and these fairies,
they were naturally eager to see these men executed.
In the years of warfare that persisted, many fairies had died at the hands of the orcs from Furious Lion City.
Now, to execute these men with their own hands was to avenge their fallen kin.
Truth be told, Anjia’s decision to kill so many people, apart from revenge, also involved her own calculations.
Tempsta was an orange hero, initially badly wounded by sheer numbers, and it would be a long time before Fang Hao returned.
Should he seize any opportunity to retaliate, no one here would be his match.
Furthermore, the Furious Lion Clan held significant esteem within the city; failing to kill more to deter them,
they might rally at his call, the city’s orcs once again taking up arms, a precarious situation indeed.
Rather than leaving a threat unaddressed, it was better to execute those who must be killed, ensuring even if they wished to rebel, they lacked the means.
The rest would wait for Fang Hao’s return.
Apart from vengeance, leading the troops solo, one couldn’t afford to be too lenient either.
All the prisoners were taken out.
The hall instantly became silent.
Bronze Bull asked, “Anjia, what’s next?”
“You stay and take charge of the City Lord’s Mansion, control the soldiers within the city, then call in the military forces from Tasgo City,” Anjia instructed.
Bronze Bull nodded, “Okay, should we inform the Lord?”
“I will notify him.”
“Okay!”
The two walked out of the City Lord’s Mansion again and began making arrangements according to plan.
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Time hurriedly passed.
On the last day before the assembly vote.
In the carriage.
Rebecca, leaning back in her seat, softly said, “The Mage Association, as a governing body, doesn’t enter the upper senate, but its influence is still enormous, so their vote is very important.”
The Mage Association was their final stop.
In the days they spent in Silver Wing City, the two had visited many assembly members.
There were good and bad encounters, and the ultimate outcome still wasn’t easy to judge.
“Hmm, are you familiar with the head of this place?” Fang Hao continued to inquire.
“Not familiar, I’ve only met him a couple of times, I guess it’s neither good nor bad,” Rebecca answered.
Neither good nor bad, huh?
That meant this matter was not going to be easy to discuss.
Apart from promising benefits, who else would want to see you enter the upper senate?
Fang Hao nodded, then said, “It’s fine, Li Rong said this chairman is her teacher, perhaps that relationship could help us get a bit closer.”
The ability to arrange a meeting with the chairman of the Mage Association was indeed thanks to Li Rong’s connection.