Chapter 244: Ancient Troll Fangs

Chapter 244: Ancient Troll Fangs



Rain saw Graham, the Trade District Sheriff who had recently gained some weight, his expression drastically changed, realizing that something must have exceeded his expectations.

However, Rain did not feel a hint of fear; instead, he had a sense of eager anticipation.

These past few days, he had been shuttling between the Swordsman Minster Division, either attending introductory classes in the Novice Hall or training extraordinary battle techniques in the Torrent Chamber, or undergoing therapy in the Advanced Torrent Chamber.

Now, with a chance for actual combat, he naturally wanted to go and take a look.

"Baron Graham, shouldn’t we head to the scene immediately?" Rain reminded him.

"Oh, oh! Yes, Baron Rain, we are heading there right away." Only now did Graham remember that he had a genius Great Knight by his side, who might help him resolve this trouble.

Thus, Rain and Graham, accompanied by dozens of Sheriffs and Night Watchmen, quickly rushed to the incident site.

On the cobblestone road, multiple archarers repeatedly galloped, bringing the latest news one after another:

"That native can control animals; many horses are running wildly and trampling, and dogs are biting people everywhere."

"Baron Imve was killed on the spot when his warhorse panicked and was ambushed by the other party. The scene is now in chaos."

"The Griffin Squadron has not landed to prevent any unexpected incidents, but they have been keeping a watchful eye on the other party from above."

"The other party is now moving from the fur market upwards. We are intercepting them!"

"The other party has now entered the Aksen Auction House warehouse, and we have surrounded the warehouse."

Rain did not speak but gathered several key pieces of information.

Native?

Control animals?

Griffin Squadron is here?

The location is the aksen Auction House warehouse?

And who is this Baron Imve who was killed in one strike? What level of strength does he have?

"Baron Graham, what was the strength of this Baron Imve?" Rain asked.

"Peak Knight, and like you, a high-ranking member of the Swordholder Organization. He recently took up a liaison role in the Trade District, but before that, he was said to be in the Commoner District," Graham quickly replied.

Peak Knight?

It seems the enemy’s strength is at least at the Great Knight level, otherwise, it would be impossible to kill a Peak Knight with a single strike.

Even with an ambush, it would be impossible!

The streets of the Trade District were actually quite wide, but the perennially crowded market and the bustling crowds made the roads difficult to navigate.

Especially now, the closer they got to the destination, the more panicked and screaming people they encountered!

Huh?

Isn't this where Janny rented her shop?

Rain looked to the left of the street and saw a familiar figure standing at the door, looking towards the incident site. It was the small-statured Matteo.

"Matteo!"

"Sir Rain? Why are you here?" Matteo, seeing Rain surrounded by a crowd, ran up in surprise.

Graham glanced over, but he was as anxious as an ant on a hot griddle; now was not the time for introductions.

"I’m currently serving as the Security Advisor for the Trade District, and I’ll be here a bit more often from now on." Rain said as he quickly moved forward.

"Great, the two young ladies often speak of you," Matteo said with a smile.

Graham’s ears twitched.

Noble ladies?

And two of them?

Was it a case of hiding beauties or an elopement?

No, no, elopement was entirely unnecessary. If they had attracted such a genius character, his parents would be overjoyed, not letting them elope.

Could it be that Sir Rain already had a betrothal?

That explains it.

Graham instantly pieced together the 'truth' of Rain’s part-time job in the Trade District!

But soon, one after another, bad news interrupted his thoughts.

"What? Twenty-two people are dead?" Graham’s forehead was drenched in sweat.

If the death toll exceeded thirty, no matter how the incident was resolved in the end, his position as the Trade District Sheriff would be on the line.

The position of Trade District Sheriff was a plum post, and many coveted it.

Though, he had supporters, if he couldn’t handle the situation himself, that was a sign of his incompetence!

Even if higher-ups wanted to protect him, they couldn’t guarantee his position.

Being reassigned was inevitable.

Soon, Rain and Graham arrived at the entrance of the large warehouse, which was adjacent to a mountain, seemingly a former abandoned mine.

At the warehouse entrance, dozens of sharp-eyed Nightwatchmen and sheriffs, armed with swords and shields and bows with arrows noched, were gathered.

"My Lord, the men discovered that the aksen Auction House warehouse contained many slaves and large beasts."

"Sir Barnes just rushed in, instructing us to guard the entrance."

At that moment, a middle-aged man dressed like a steward, accompanied by two burly guards, puffed and panted over from the side, saw Graham and beckoned him over: "Baron Graham, you’ve given us a lot of trouble, this time a runaway native slave from a distant island has escaped, and we don’t know how."

"Hmm? Are you from the caravan?" Baron Graham's expression darkened, his temper rising.

But as soon as he thought of Aksen Auction House, Graham immediately deflated, waving his hand dismissively. "Go! Hurry up and sort this out for me."

"This..."

"Baron Graham, I've already reported it. My superior, the head of Aksen Auction House, will immediately dispatch the elite forces. You just need to have your men cordon off this area and prevent the fugitive from escaping."

"How long will it take?"

"I'm not sure, but they'll definitely be here within half an hour."

"Half an hour?" Baron Graham's tone rose immediately.

If Baron Barnes were to lose, half an hour would be enough for this native to kill all the slaves in the warehouse, and the consequences would be dire.

"No way!" Graham shook his head vigorously like a rattle drum.

Not far away, on the third floor of Aksen Auction House.

In an extravagantly decorated study, filled with golden and jade splendor.

A middle-aged man with a handlebar mustache dressed in hunting attire paced back and forth in the room, furrowing his brow.

A robust knight stood before him, respectfully reporting something.

"So, the item should be on one of the natives being escorted in this batch. Now, this native has escaped, and your slave-catching team failed to stop or capture him. Is that right?"

"Yes, Viscount, that's correct."

"What's the situation now?"

"The Trade District's security forces and the elite Night Watch are conducting a manhunt."

"Hmm, Graham's men alone might not be able to handle the fugitive. By the way, has the Imperial Special Department intervened?"

"They have. It was a Peak Knight, but he was killed on the spot by the native."

"What?" Viscount's face lit up with joy.

"It seems the effect of this item is even better than I imagined."

"This gives us an opportunity. Hurry up, Hamis and the others!"

"If the item falls into the hands of the Imperial Special Department, retrieving it will be difficult."

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Inside the warehouse.

The shelves were in disarray, and the floor was littered with items.

A robust native with thick dreadlocks and a colorful face stood leaning against a shelf, panting heavily.

He had numerous arrows lodged in his body, but they only penetrated a couple of centimeters, barely breaking the skin.

With a forceful gesture, the arrows fell to the ground.

The only severe wound was a gash on his lower abdomen caused by a sharp blade.

The native, around thirty years old, glanced down, his eyes flashing with ruthlessness.

If not for the risk of injury, he wouldn't have had the chance to kill the Peak Knight with a single strike and escape the encirclement.

He surveyed his surroundings, and his expression changed as he heard the barking of a dog and the cries of other animals.

He quickly approached a row of cages, each containing ferocious beasts: jungle black wolves, cliff wild boars, gray-spotted black bears, and sleek black panthers.

The native lowered his head, and with a painful roar, he pulled out a white, rib-like bone from his body!

The bone was about seventeen to eighteen centimeters long, resembling a wolf's fang but much larger and longer. It emitted a faint white glow.

It seemed like the fang of some unknown feral beast!

The native spread his right hand, revealing that the fang he had just pulled out matched the one in his right hand, forming a pair.

He began to mutter something under his breath, his face filled with reverence.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the warehouse.

The warehouse door shattered, and a burly knight was blown away, flying seven or eight meters. His thick breastplate was pierced with holes, blood gushing out.

A two-meter-tall native with colorful tattoos and thick dreadlocks stepped through the broken door.

The native's expression turned serious as he plunged the pair of fangs into the black wolf's back.

Strangely, the jungle black wolf showed no resistance or aggression.

A deep, guttural sound of suction filled the air.

The white fang was covered with thin lines of blood, drawing something from the black wolf's body into the native's own.

The wound on the native's lower abdomen began to heal rapidly, and his entire being started to recover at an astonishing rate.

Within seconds, he was revitalized, his eyes sparkling with no trace of fatigue.

Just then, someone burst into the warehouse.

"Bang bang!"

The warehouse door exploded, and a burly knight was sent flying several meters away. His thick breastplate was pierced with holes, blood flowing freely.

A two-meter-tall native with colorful tattoos and thick dreadlocks stood within the shattered doorway.

The other party, seeing a dense crowd surrounding him, had no trace of fear in his eyes, but rather a look of excitement and bloodlust!

And when the caravan leader, Assani, saw the sharp white fangs in the native's hand, his eyes suddenly widened, muttering, "Indeed, the item is in the hands of this surviving descendant of the tribe!"

"Whoosh!"

The figure suddenly vanished from the warehouse entrance.

"What incredible speed!"

Apart from Rain, almost no one on the scene could tell whether the figure had dodged to the left or the right.

Rain, however, looked thoughtfully at the vanished figure, then glanced at the injured, bulky knight who had just gotten up from the ground, his eyes flickering.

Defeating a Great Knight without sustaining much injury, that's quite impressive.

But letting this Great Knight escape from the warehouse suggests that the opponent is likely a Senior Knight, or even stronger, and probably doesn't have any powerful killing moves or techniques.

Otherwise, this Great Knight named Barnes might not have escaped.

"Sir Barnes, are you alright?" Graham immediately stepped forward to support him.

"Damn! I'm fine!"

"Damn, this guy is a bit strange. He even summoned beasts to attack himself just now. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been injured so badly!"

"By the way, what the hell is your slave-hunting team doing? You didn't know that such a powerful native couldn't be brought into the city, right?" The bulky Great Knight named Barnes shouted at the caravan leader Assani.

Assani wore a sheepish expression, remaining silent, as if he didn't care about the boiling water.

"Sir Barnes, this is Baron Rain, the new security advisor for the Trade District," Graham immediately introduced.

"Baron Rain, this is Sir Barnes, also our security advisor for the Trade District."

Just defeated by the enemy, his face was now ashen, and he glanced at Rain but didn't speak, merely nodding coldly.

Although Rain could understand how the other party felt, it didn't mean he would seek trouble by flattering him.

"I'll give it a try!" Rain turned to Graham.

"Huh? Sir Rain, Sir Barnes is also a Great Knight, and even he—." Graham looked at Rain with considerable worry.

Upon hearing Rain's words, Barnes began to look at Rain with a bit more respect.

Facing a powerful enemy and daring to act, such courage is not common!

Just then, suddenly!

A sound of animals running came from the damaged warehouse door.

"Whoosh!"

Dozens of wild beasts of various sizes charged out, their eyes bloodshot.

"Oh no, this guy is trying to escape in the chaos!" Graham exclaimed.

Rain and Barnes, of course, understood the other party's intentions right away.

After all, although the warehouse covers a large area, it is built against a solid mountain, forming a dead end.

There might be some sewers leading to the lower part of the city, but for the unfamiliar native, finding such sewers in a short time is almost impossible.

The simplest way to escape the predicament is to rush out and run away in the chaos!

Originally, Rain was still considering some matters, but now that wasn't necessary. He drew his warhammer, tapped his foot, and the stone pavement suddenly cracked.

He shot forward like an arrow against the current, instantly piercing through the pack of roaring beasts.

Whether it was the jungle black wolves or the playful wild boars, they met their match with Rain, nicknamed 'Master Siege Cone,' and were instantly howling as they were flung into the air, their bones broken and muscles torn!

Seeing Rain's overwhelming might, the native's expression changed, and he immediately turned and charged back into the warehouse.

"This kind of strength..." Graham couldn't help but mutter.

"Watch out, the other party is trying to lure Rain inside. The warehouse is filled with goods, and long weapons can't be used effectively," Barnes said anxiously.

He wanted to rush forward too, but after taking a step, he stopped, clutching his wound. He was severely injured, and going in now would be of no help in restraining the enemy.

"Let's go! Follow me!" Graham gritted his teeth and waved to the elite Night Watch behind him.

One advisor was already dead.

If something happened to a genius like Sir Rain, he would be in serious trouble.

"Alright! Graham, I always thought you were a coward, but you've got some guts!" Barnes praised, looking at the slightly paunchy Graham.

At this moment, the battle inside the warehouse had already begun!

Upon entering the warehouse, Rain found it pitch dark inside, but with his dark vision, it didn't affect him much.

The problem was that the warehouse was piled high with various goods, with long rows of tightly packed shelves, making it impossible for him to use his two-handed warhammer effectively.

The native, however, wore a smug look, grinned fiercely at Rain, and held the white sharp weapon, moving as agilely as a monkey, darting left and right, charging at Rain.

Rain also smiled.

He threw his two-handed warhammer at the opponent with all his might, and while the opponent was dodging, he immediately charged forward.

(End of Chapter)"Hiss!"

The native's leather armor was instantly torn, revealing several bloody scratches.

"Hundred Splits Strike lv2!"

In an instant, Rain unleashed a barrage of over a hundred blade attacks with incredible speed.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The native's face contorted in pain.

He retreated while frantically waving his arms, desperately trying to fend off Rain's relentless assault.

"Ding, ding, dong, dong!"

The clashing of weapons filled the air.

Both sets of shelves collapsed under the relentless exchange.

Within seconds, the native's brown leather armor was shredded by Rain's Kadall Fist Technique's secret skill, 'Hundred Splits Strike lv2', leaving his body covered in dozens of crimson wounds.

However, the native showed no panic. He looked at Rain's knight armor, which also had over ten holes, and smiled.

The next second, more than ten beasts rushed towards Rain from all sides.

The native, with a less-than-fluent command of Common, declared, "You're dead!"

"Huh, I didn't expect you to speak Common. That's interesting," Rain replied.

Without hesitation, Rain increased his agility slightly, and his body also became more agile.

Facing the attacking native, the two engaged in another intense battle.

After several minutes, the native stared at Rain in disbelief. Rain's body was still full of vigor, and his wounds had almost completely healed, leaving only faint red lines on his skin.

Moreover, the native seemed to have regained his energy, as if he had replenished his stamina.

"Heh! I've met a 'fellow traveler'."

"If it were anyone else, you might have actually worn them down to death."

At this moment, the system notification sounded:

【Your skill, Kadall Fist Technique, has improved. Experience gained: 1338.】

【You have experienced a battle. Experience gained for Weapon Master (Legendary): 647.】

(Note: The aforementioned skill experience has benefited from the exclusive talent 'Basic Extraordinary Insight', increasing it by 30%.)

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