Zhang Tie felt as if heaven had played a joke on him. When he wanted to find that Devil Race legion, it vanished; and when he wanted to return to the Ice and Snow Wilderness, he had stumbled headlong into the terrifying conspiracy of the Devil Race and the Three-Eyed Society.
The people in the study were discussing every detail of the operation. Zhang Tie listened, his mind a tangled mess. What should he do? Could he stop them? All kinds of thoughts surged through his mind.
In the end, all those thoughts left behind only one iron-firm conviction—kill!
No matter what came afterward, he had to kill these scum first and stop them from turning the refugees of Ampton City into demonized puppets.
With that thought, the little beetle Zhang Tie had transformed into retreated into the Castle of Black Iron. More than ten seconds later, Zhang Tie appeared silently behind the study's bookshelf like a shadow, the Autumn Frost Darkgold Sword in his right hand and several Palm Arrows clasped in his left.
The three people in the study had yet to notice that an uninvited guest had entered the room.
"You two should stay here for the next couple of days. It's safe here; no outsiders will come. I'll handle things outside. Just hand me the eggs of the two-headed mother insect. Tomorrow, I'll have people distribute porridge in the refugee camp and make those lowlifes obediently swallow the two-headed mother insect eggs one by one!" That was Le Bu's voice.
"Fine, we'll stay here for two days first. Once Lord Demon Marshal leads the legion to Ampton City, we'll head out," Salant of the Arthur Family said. "I hear there are many refugees here. You've been enjoying plenty of tender, fresh goods here these past