Capítulo 35: The Underground Chamber
Clang!
As Molun's head fell to the ground, his headless body slowly collapsed.
Beside him, Conrad raised an eyebrow.
"Since he dared to start a war, he should naturally be prepared to pay the price."
Sauron sheathed his cross sword, calmly saying, "If I don't kill him today, the entire Western Border will think that the Swain family is weak and easy to bully!"
Ever since Oren disappeared, Night Raven City and the Swain family, in the eyes of the Western Border nobles, were like a piece of fat meat waiting to be devoured.
Everyone wanted a piece of it.
Therefore, Sauron's return this time was not only to reclaim Night Raven City but also to establish authority by killing and intimidating those greedy wolves.
Although Molun was not entirely wrong, according to the laws of the Taal Duchy, nobles captured in war indeed had the right to buy back their lives through ransom. However, the precondition was Sauron's willingness.
"Hang the body on the city wall!"
After killing Molun, Sauron ordered someone to hang the body on the city wall. Since he was already irreconcilable with White Valley City, he didn't mind making things absolute.
At the same time, the fire in Yabao gradually extinguished.
Since the city was breached, Molun knew that he had failed in this war. Therefore, before evacuating Night Raven City, he planned to destroy Yabao.
However, his plan did not succeed.
The fire was promptly extinguished, the White Valley soldiers in the city were defeated, and Molun paid the due price for his actions.
A few hours later, the city returned to calm.
Kylo Knight led the cleanup, while Sauron went to the dungeons of Night Raven City, releasing all the imprisoned Swain family members.
"Little Sauron? Is it really you?"
In the deepest part of the dungeon, guarded by several White Valley soldiers, an old man in a cell raised his head, and his somewhat cloudy eyes looked toward Sauron.
"Frost scholar!"
Sauron ordered the cell to be opened, rescuing the Frost scholar inside.
Scholar Frost was an elder who had served four Night Raven City lords to this day, and even Oren held great respect for him.
Sauron was no exception.
"Is it really you, young Sauron?"
Frost, supported by the soldiers, walked out of the dungeon, examining Sauron. Excitement appeared on his face, seemingly surprised that Sauron had returned to the Western Border.
"Rest for a while, Scholar Frost."
Sauron said softly; Frost, being confined in the dungeon for so long, must be in a weakened state.
Immediately, he prepared to have someone assist Frost down to rest.
Frost hesitated for a moment, seeming to have something to say.
"Is there a problem, Scholar Frost?" Sauron asked in confusion.
"Nothing."
Frost shook his head and said nothing more.
Then, Sauron left the dungeon.
The war to reclaim Night Raven City went smoothly. After Conrad opened the city gates, everything was like a hot knife through butter, and White Valley City was powerless to resist.
As the sun gradually set, the night descended.
Night Raven City, Castle.
In the study, Sauron sat at a table, looking at three vials of black potion with a somewhat disappointed expression.
"Is this all there is?"
Sauron frowned. After successfully reclaiming Night Raven City, he immediately had Kylo Knight find all the Night Raven potions in Yabao.
However, even after searching the entire castle, they only found three Night Raven potions.
As for the remaining potions, they had long been destroyed by the people of White Valley City. The Swain family's secret potion was specifically designed to complement the Night Raven Breathing Technique.
For others who drank it, the effects would be ineffective.
Only the three surviving Night Raven potions, hidden by a maid in the kitchen, were spared from destruction by the people of White Valley.
"Not enough!"
Sauron shook his head. Only three Night Raven potions were clearly insufficient to push the Night Raven Breathing Technique cultivation to its limit, or even to raise it to the next level.
For Sauron, the reason for returning to the Western Border to reclaim Night Raven City, apart from the proactive help of Princess Hestoria, was mainly to use the Night Raven potions to push his Breathing Technique cultivation to the limit.
Only by doing so could he advance to the high-level Knight realm.
"It seems I'll have to ask Scholar Frost to make some more."
Sauron sighed.
The preparation of magical potions had always been the work of scholars. Besides Frost, there were many scholars in Night Raven City. As long as there were enough materials, preparing some Night Raven potions wouldn't be a problem.
However, that would take some time.
Dong dong dong!
Just as Sauron was contemplating, there was a knock on the door from outside.
"Come in."
Sauron said softly.
Frost pushed the door and walked in, leaning on a cane. He was still weak, but much better than when he was in the dungeon.
Sauron was somewhat surprised.
He quickly stood up, brought a chair for Frost, and the old scholar did not refuse, slowly sitting down.
"Is there something on your mind, Frost Grandfather?"
Sauron said softly. Like Kylo Knight, Scholar Frost had watched Sauron grow up. In his childhood, Frost often took him fishing by the lake.
"You've grown up, Little Sauron."
Frost looked at Sauron, and a hint of emotion appeared on his face. He said softly, "I still remember a few years ago when Oren didn't send you to the capital, and you were still a little radish head."
"Now, you've advanced to the Knight realm."
"The future of the Swain family seems to be on your shoulders!"
Hearing Frost's words, Sauron's face showed a hint of hesitation.
"Frost Grandfather, is my father really gone?"
Sauron contemplated for a moment, then spoke, "Before he disappeared, did he leave any clues or messages?"
Oren's disappearance was the key to Night Raven City falling into crisis!
It was precisely because they lost the protection of a high-level Knight that the Swain family was attacked by White Valley City, attracting the attention of those Western Border wolves.
"Who said Oren disappeared?" Frost faintly said.
Sauron's pupils contracted.
"Follow me, Little Sauron."
Frost slowly got up, leaning on his cane as he walked outside.
Sauron quickly followed.
One after the other, they came to the first floor of the castle and entered Frost's room.
The old scholar's residence was very simple. Besides a bed and a table, there was only a row of bookshelves. Frost signaled for Sauron to close the door and then walked to the bookshelves.
Gah gah!
Frost took out a book from the bookshelf, and behind it was a trigger mechanism. As the mechanism was activated, the floor in the center of the room slowly sank.
Stairs extending downward appeared.
Sauron's heart moved, but Frost waved his hand and had already walked towards the underground chamber.
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