Gary, the proud new chief who was just conferred, became a bad apple that nobody wanted to be associated with.

  The sudden disparity made many people unable to react.

  “So, whose conferring ceremony are we here to attend today?” Habeng asked softly.

  Haga instead pointed at a few figures in the crowd, and asked, “See, is that Boss Mag and the Little Boss?”


  “Seems like them.” Habeng looked at where he was pointing, and nodded when he saw the familiar white double ponytails.

  Mag narrowed his eyes when he looked at Auster and Ferdinand, who had a faint smile on the gallows.

  The developments had indeed exceeded his expectations in many areas. Ferdinand’s heroic speech had gained him the support of many ordinary orcs. Basil’s lethal betrayal had seriously injured Gary before he made that classic speech. Auster, who was supposed to support Gary, chose to watch the show at the side and not interfere at this time. This meant he was going to watch Gary fail completely.

  Mag wasn’t going to believe all these were pure coincidence.

  It reeked of a conspiracy, and combining all the factors, they all converged onto Ferdinand.

  This thin and weak youth was obviously in charge of the entire situation this whole time as he retaliated one step at a time and established his prestige and status. He was so scheming that he didn’t resemble a youth. Mag even thought that there was some connection between him and Auster.

  The kingslayer was utterly isolated, while the prince returned to save his people living in dire suffering, and became the new chief whom his people adored…… This show seemed rather good.

  “Wow. Seems like Connie’s big brother is someone very formidable. He didn’t even need us to subdue the bad guys.” Yabemiya was amazed.

  “Then, did Big Sister Connie receive the news in advance, and that’s why she didn’t come?” Amy asked curiously.

  Mag also thought of a certain possibility when he heard that. If Connie met Ferdinand last night, and they had a conversation, it became completely plausible as to why she didn’t appear in the team to kidnap the chief today.

  However…… Mag still felt that something wasn’t quite right.

  Where did the evil presence on Ferdinand come from?

  If Gary died today, then the source of that black fog and the clues would all point to Ferdinand. He couldn’t ignore that point.

  Without his power, without his subordinates’ loyalty, and without the powerful external assistance, Gary shakily stood up with his hand upon his chest as he looked at Ferdinand with a pathetic smile. He chuckled with self-deprecation. “Even Isaiah had perished in my hands. I didn’t expect to suffer a defeat in your hands, little imp. I didn’t expect you would have such shrewdness and maneuvers that even my most trusted subordinate has become your man.”


  Ferdinand calmly replied, “The Falk Tribe is loyal to Lord Flerken. They simply only obey the Lord’s instructions. Gary, from the moment you disobeyed the Lord’s will and instructions, you were already destined to lose.”


  “Flerken doesn’t exist! There are no gods in this world! Evil and terror are coming to this world eventually, and nobody is able to stop all this!” Gary suddenly exclaimed agitatedly. His gaze swept over the crowd as he revealed an eerie smile. He reached back to grab that dagger that was lodged in his chest, and pulled it out. He then stabbed it hard into his heart with that weird smile on his face as he said, “Every one of you…… has to die.”


  This terrible mutter lingered on in everyone’s ears for a long time before it finally went away.

  Gary’s body collapsed to the ground slowly, and blood unhurriedly spread out beneath his body. His eyes were still staring at the pitch-dark sky with an eerie smile, as if he was welcoming something.

  Everyone was looking at Gary’s body with fear on their faces. What was the meaning of the words that he said before he died? It made them fearful.

  Mag looked at Gary’s lifeless body, and was disappointed that he couldn’t get more information about the black fog and the evil from him.

  If he was the final boss, Mag still felt that something was missing.

  Mag scanned through the mission column in his brain. The mission process for eradicating the black fog was still zero. This meant that Gary’s death didn’t bring any advancement for the black fog’s mission!

  In another word, he simply wasn’t the source of the black fog!

  Gary’s death brought upon a shadow of terror on everyone, and plunged them into an eerie silence.

  Ferdinand went up, and said with pain, “The Kingslayer is already dead, and this would console my father, Chief Isaiah, and many of our people who suffered and died in the rebellion!”


  Darryl came up, and loudly exclaimed, “Gary shamelessly killed his chief and wreaked havoc on the tribe. We are all willing to serve Young Master Ferdinand as our chief!”


  Kurt also rushed up, and loudly exclaimed, “We are all willing to serve Young Master Ferdinand as our chief!”


  “Young Master Ferdinand is Chief Isaiah’s only son, so he already is the heir apparent of the chief. We are all willing to serve you as our chief!” Basil said with a bow.

  All the Falk Tribe’s people knelt down, and loudly exclaimed, “We are all willing to serve you as our chief!”


  All the orcs were looking at Ferdinand with glowing eyes, as if they had picked a wise leader for themselves. The ambiance was full of extreme excitement. Gary’s era was snuffed out as soon as it began, and Ferdinand’s era was about to begin.

  “Old chief, I didn’t let you down. Young Master will become the chief after you and continue to lead the Falk Tribe forward,” Durward muttered as he wiped his tears off.

  Auster got up, and lamented, “I didn’t expect I would be witnessing a moment like this. Chief Isaiah and I could be considered as old friends. It warms my heart to see that his son could take over his position. Since everything is ready, why not confer Young Master Ferdinand right now.”


  “The evil presence on him is growing rapidly, as if it has just absorbed the fearful emotions from the people present.” Irina’s solemn voice appeared in Mag’s ear.

  Mag was also looking at Ferdinand with a grave expression. Judging from this, he was the mission’s actual target and the real master of the black fog.

  “I am still young and not powerful enough. How could I be the chief of the Falk Tribe? Please elect another of my capable and powerful tribesmen as the chief to lead us so we won’t let the tribe’s awe and name down,” Ferdinand humbly replied. His eyes met Auster’s briefly, and both their lips curled at the same time.

  “You are indeed not fit to be the chief. Otherwise, Father’s, Mother’s, and Grandmother’s soul can never rest in peace.” Right at that time, a cold voice sounded. A petite figure walked out from the crowd as she removed the black cloak she was wearing.