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Chapter 270: Chapter 264, Do You Think I’m Here as a

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The night in Pruell City was unusually quiet.

Apart from the scattered starlight in the sky, the entire city was almost entirely in darkness.

On the city walls were a few sporadic torches, but there were few guards to be seen.

In the quiet night.

The Bone Dragon transported some directly inside the city walls. Anjia and Lorrey killed the guards and directly opened the tightly shut city gate.

A flood of Undead poured into the city, prowling through the dark streets, rushing in the direction of the City Lord’s mansion.

Inside the City Lord’s mansion, the banquet went on.

They were discussing future development, thinking about what pretext they could use to better transport the lower-class residents to Crescent Heights.

The city of Pruell belongs to the outer edges of the Federation.

Even if something happened here, as long as the City Lord didn’t report it, the Federation would hardly notice anything.

As long as everyone was careful, concealing things for a few years would not be a difficult task.

This was the reason why Cyril and the Blood Clan dared to take risks.

“Haha, we will have to rely on Mr. Fielding’s assistance in the future.” Cyril began.

Fielding smiled slightly and nodded gently.

Just as everyone was toasting and flattering each other.

Excited cries and shouts of killing came from outside the door.

Boom!!

The banquet hall’s door was forcibly pushed open, and a large number of guards and pale-blooded individuals retreated back into the room in disorder.

“City Lord, the Undead have invaded.” A guard cried out loud.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

A hail of arrows poured in from outside the door. Some guards were struck by arrows and died on the spot.

Cyril’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his face instantly turned cold.

Turning over the long table, he and the others hid behind it, defending themselves against the arrow attack.

“Who’s the intruder?” Cyril asked the guard who had just fled into the room.

“They’re undead, a lot of undead.” The guard’s face was as white as a sheet, he was still in shock.

From inside the room, the situation outside was not visible. Only countless arrows came pouring in, through the windows and front door.

Undead?

Upon hearing the word ‘Undead,’ Cyril looked toward Fielding.

As the Blood Clan had the ability to control the Undead, he naturally thought of them.

Fielding’s brow was also furrowed as he asked the pale-bloods who had just escaped.

“What’s going on?”

The pale-blood responded, “Sir, skeleton Undead, a lot of skeleton Undead.”

Upon mentioning skeletons, Fielding thought of the Undead territory to the north.

Had they received some news and deliberately come to attack here?

What a coincidence.

“City Lord Cyril, these are skeleton Undead, not associated with the Blood Clan.

We should think about how to deal with them rather than anything else.” “Alright!”

During their conversation, another batch of guards were struck by arrows and died.

Blood flowed like a creek as the people who had drunk the blood of the Blood Clan started to have red eyes, salivating at the sight of blood.

The arrow attacks continued for half an hour.

The entire banquet hall was filled with arrows, bodies shielded by arrow shafts littered the ground.

“Cease fire!” Suddenly a familiar voice came from outside the door.

Cyril frowned, trying to recall where he had heard that voice before.

As the arrows from outside ceased, a mass array of Undead soldiers surged into the hall, surrounding the group hiding behind the center table.

The faces of Cyril and everyone else instantly turned pale.

Confronted with this unequal military force, no strategy could change anything.

Thud thud thud!!

Footsteps rang out, the Undead before them made a path.

A young man with black hair, accompanied by a beast-eared girl and a lizardman, appeared before them.

“City Lord Cyril, how come you didn’t invite me to your banquet? I love a lively scene.” Fang Hao said with a smile.

“Fang Hao!” said Cyril, his face turning colder, followed by a loud questioning, “You dare to collude with the Undead and attack human cities.”

Demitrija placed a wooden chair behind Fang Hao.

Fang Hao sat down, looking directly at Cyril, “Colluding with the Undead is better than you colluding with the Blood Clan and selling out your citizens, isn’t it?”

This

Everyone present changed their expressions instantly.

They had only learned about the Blood Clan’s plan tonight, after hearing Cyril’s explanation.

How did Fang Hao know?

And he spoke with such confidence.

“What nonsense are you talking about? The Blood Clan..” Cyril maintained a consistent expression.

Fang Hao turned towards another direction, a tall man with pale, sallow skin.

[Dusk Banqueter (Tenth Order)].

“What do you say, Mr. Fielding?”

Fielding revealed a slight smile, “I assume you must be the lord of the northern Undead territory. I didn’t expect you to be human.”

Fielding was calm, as calm as if he was complimenting a noble.

“Mr. Fielding is indeed clever.” Fang Hao didn’t deny anything and continued asking: “I’m curious, what price did you pay to persuade a human City Lord to join you?”

The hall suddenly fell silent.

Most of the gazes fell on a young man standing next to Cyril.

The young man’s appearance was much like Cyril’s.

Considering his gaunt appearance as if recovering from a major illness, Fang Hao instantly understood.

The innkeeper had once mentioned that Cyril’s son was critically ill and feared to not live for many years.

“A great father, but an incompetent City Lord, huh? Cyril, your story could be written into a novel. Maybe someone would like to read it.” Fang Hao continued to speak.

Despite Fang Hao’s sarcasm, Cyril did not exhibit any anger.

He had foreseen the criticism when he made this choice.

Even the people below might be cursing him for betraying his duty as a City Lord for his son.

“Fang Hao, this has nothing to do with you. Pruell City is mine, it belongs to the humans. Please leave.” Cyril spoke again.

“Do you think I brought so many people here just to be a guest?” Fang Hao sneered.

Cyril attempted to speak several times but was at a loss for words.

Fielding, the Dusk Banqueter, was constantly thinking of countermeasures in his mind. Seeing the two silent, he took the opportunity to speak softly, “Mr. Fang Hao, it seems we have misunderstood each other. We mistakenly regarded you as our enemy. Now that the misunderstanding is cleared, I hope your territory and Crescent Heights can maintain peace.”

Playing the role of a merchant within the Blood Clan, Fielding was both cerebrally sharp and articulate.

Considering the present situation, he gave an appropriate response.

He didn’t want to die here.

“Indeed, I did kill Giovanni.” Fang Hao declared.

“What?” Fielding frowned deeply. A second later, he got over his surprise.

The matter of Crescent Heights was known to Fang Hao.

As were all the other things that occurred due to the investigation into Giovanni.

His opponent knew everything; he wasn’t going to survive.

Fielding’s eyes slightly wavered.

Asking for peace was no longer a possibility.

The only hope left was to capture Fang Hao and use this human as a chip to secure his escape.

After a quick exchange with Cyril, the latter gave a slight nod.

“Kill!”

With a cold hum, Fielding pushed off the table with two hands. His body instantly pounced towards Fang Hao.

Meanwhile, Cyril picked up a dead guard’s longsword and shouted, “Break out!”

Everyone counterattacked towards the direction of the main door.

Thud!

Demitrija’s longsword pierced through Fielding’s mouth, exiting from the back of his head, and pinned him to the overturned table.

The remaining individuals engaged in a melee with the undead.

The scene was filled with chaos, blood flowed on the ground, and the stench of blood filled the air.

The battle had no suspense.

When Cyril and others died, the room fell silent again.

“Clean up the battlefield. Anjia, go and bring Tavek here.” Fang Hao commanded softly.

The deep night set in. Everyone in line with Fang Hao’s instructions, tied the loose ends.

Fang Hao went directly to the City Lord’s Great Hall.

The moment his bottom touched the City Lord’s throne, the system prompt appeared again.

[Pruell City has now become your affiliated city. You may ‘rename’ the city here and control all resources of the tribes and villages.]