"Those stupid guys always think that if they get you out, they can overthrow me and re-establish an orthodox Fak tribe." Gary looked at the thin young orc sitting across from him and smiled mockingly.

"Ideals, there is always a must." The young orc smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and suddenly coughed violently again, his thin body lying together, and a few bruises erupted on his forehead because of the pain.

"In a way, I should thank you." Gary looked at the young orc with some pity, "That position was originally yours, but you can't sit on it in your life." ”

"You know, I don't expect much." The young orc looked up at Gary.

"Tomorrow you will die, and I will give you a decent death, which is my last gift to you, uncle." Gallie got up and walked out of the stone hall.

The door of the stone hall slowly closed, and the sound of footsteps disappeared.

The young orc, who was originally coughing in pain, slowly straightened up, the pain and embarrassment on his face disappeared without a trace, looking in the direction of the door, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a somewhat mocking sneer.

"Uncle, I hope that the gift I will give you tomorrow will not surprise you too much......"

Shallow whispers echoed through the chamber.

……

"Xiao Ai, there are thirty guards in the prison in front, including one ninth-level orc and two seventh-level orcs, I will open that door, and then we only have thirty seconds to kill or subdue all the guards and close the door again, can you do it?" McGonagall and Amy stopped on the side of a long corridor, slowly leaned out a small mirror to look, and glanced at the corridor, where two orc guards stood vigilantly in the doorway, and behind them were two heavy stone doors.

They had been standing here for a while, the patrol guards going back and forth at intervals of ten minutes, and the footsteps of the most recent patrol had not yet completely faded away.

"Hmm." Amy nodded vigorously.

"Very well, now I need you to freeze those two orcs with ice magic, preferably in their current posture and demeanor." McGonagall continued.

"Okay." The Mage's Staff appeared in Amy's hand, and she began to chant incantations silently, and a thin and invisible frost poured from all four directions of the corridor towards the two orcs at the end of the corridor.

"Do you hear the movement outside? Is someone attacking our tribe? An orc whispered.

"Don't worry, our Fak tribe is the second largest tribe of the orc clan, and Chief Garry is even more powerful, and no one can attack the palace." The other orc said with a relaxed expression.

"That's right." The orc who spoke earlier smiled, suddenly shivered, and muttered, "Do you feel a little cold all of a sudden?" ”

"Sort of, I guess who forgot to close the door." The other orc nodded.

At this moment, a somewhat unstable extremely cold field formed in the space where the two orcs were, and the two orcs were frozen into ice sculptures without even having time to react.

"That's it." Amy put down the mage staff, and the cold aura slowly dissipated, and she said excitedly, "I froze them!" ”

"Let's go." McGonagall watched as the two orcs froze at the same time, leading Amy towards the cell at the end of the corridor.

Guarding the door were two fifth-level orcs, standing in front of the stone gate, but from the outside, it was not obvious that they had been frozen, enough to fool the patrol that passed by more than ten meters away.

"Xiao Ai, after entering this door, you are responsible for slowing down their movements and restricting their voices, and I will leave the rest to me." McGonagall pressed her hand lightly against a recess above the stone door, and a blue-green light lit up, circling around McGonagall's palm, and the stone door began to slowly open inward.

"Okay, I'll do my best with my father." Amy nodded obediently and raised the mage staff again, while beginning to chant incantations in a low voice.

The highest level of vigilance had been circulated throughout the palace, and the only openly established prison in the palace had naturally been ordered.

Warden Iri kicked over the jailer who was dozing off the wall, and woke up all the prisoners in the prison with a scolding attitude, and then he felt a little more relaxed.

The prison housed a number of prisoners, most of whom were ministers loyal to the previous chief, as well as relatives of the chieftain who had not yet been executed, numbering more than 100.

To Iri's relief, most of these guys will be executed tomorrow.

As long as they are dead, then he doesn't have to watch here every day, and he can sleep well.

"Give me a little spirit, get through tonight, I'll take everyone to Flower Lane to drink and play with women!" Iuri exclaimed.

Such a spiritual encouragement was immediately warmly responded to by a group of livestock.

A smile appeared on Iri's face, and Gally had promised him that he would be crowned at the sealing ceremony tomorrow, and that he would not have to stay in this dark dungeon in the future.

Back then, he made a little mistake, and was demoted to this dungeon by the former chief as the warden, and stayed for fifty years, and every time he left, the chief needed to report that he was the warden, and he was actually not much different from the prisoner.

So when Gally found him, he agreed to stand by him without much thought.

On the day of Geli's rebellion, he released the tribal sinners in the prison, and with their strength tore through the palace defenses and opened the palace gates to welcome Gehry's intake.

Iuri felt that it was probably the best decision he had ever made in his life, and he never wanted to live like a mouse under a splendid palace again.

"Click, click......"

The gate of the prison slowly opened inward, and everyone looked in the direction of the door with some surprise, except for the warden, the only people who could open the prison gate directly from the outside were the chief and his envoy, in the middle of the night, did the chief have any orders?

However, when everyone's eyes fell on the two figures standing at the door, one large and one small, they were all stunned.

"Do it."

Two words of indifference came out of McGonagall's mouth, and his form shot out like a cheetah, slamming into Iri, who was standing in the middle of the passage.

Amy raised the mage staff in her hand and chanted, "Frost, follow my command and freeze everything......

The chill descended instantly, and the white frost spread rapidly from the ground, and the air seemed to become stagnant because of the cold.

"Enemy ......"

As Iri's figure retreated, he opened his mouth to make a loud warning, and almost at the same time reached out and pulled out the long knife at his waist.