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The audience erupted in uproar.

Many of the tribesmen had heard rumors about Horace, but none of them had ever been verified.

When the girls went missing one after another, some people suspected that Horace was responsible, but Scar suppressed the news.

"That damned bastard! He's the one who killed my daughter! I'll make him pay with his life!"

"My sister, so you died at this man's hands! Your brother will avenge you!"

"The Tenth Elder's granddaughter was also harmed by him? What an adorable little girl, only twelve years old, right?"

"A necromancer! So that's what an evil being he is! Burn him! Burn him!"

The orcs were so excited that they wanted nothing more than to rush onto the stage and tear Horace to pieces!

Scarface's eyelids twitched wildly as he watched this scene.

If he hadn't decisively handed Horace over, and if this fire had landed on him, he probably would have had to leave in disgrace just like he did back then.

  

"Waaah—"

Horace struggled to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he could only make muffled sounds and couldn't utter a single clear word.

"Scarface! You brought Horace back, do you really not know about the evil he has done?! Or is it that you have been protecting him, which is why he has been able to kill so many young girls in our tribe!" The tenth elder looked at Scarface and shouted angrily.

The clamor fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to Horace, their eyes gleaming with a flicker of fire.

That's right, Horace was brought back by Scar.

Scarface, by virtue of his status as chief, allowed Horace, an outsider, to enjoy special treatment in the tribe, even having several young girls serve him.

Previous cases of missing girls were often investigated and then closed without resolution. What role did Horace play in these cases?

Is it because of his protection that he has been able to commit evil deeds repeatedly?

Anger is building up.

Scarface looked at the Tenth Elder with a solemn expression and said, "Tenth Elder, I understand your grief and anger over losing your granddaughter. Horace was indeed brought back by me, but my original intention was good. I wanted him to bring a breakthrough in magic to our tribe."

Unfortunately, you can't judge a book by its cover. I never imagined he was a necromancer who had committed numerous atrocities within his tribe. I was also deceived by him. When I discovered this, I immediately apprehended him and summoned the tribesmen for trial and execution.

I, Scarface, have a clear conscience in this matter!

Scarface's voice was loud and clear, and he seemed quite upright.

"You..." The Tenth Elder wanted to reply.

"Alright!" the elder said, looking at Scarface. "We still need to hear what Horace has to say about what really happened. With the hood over his head, can't he even see clearly?"

"This guy is a necromancer. His red eyes can bewitch people. I covered his eyes for the safety of my people." Scarface stepped forward and ripped off the cloth covering Horace's face. His eyes were red and glowed eerily in the darkness.

As soon as he opened his mouth, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he could only make muffled noises.

"What's wrong with his tongue?!" the Tenth Elder shouted.

"When I caught him earlier, he knew he had no way to survive, so he tried to bite his tongue to commit suicide, but I stopped him. Now he's in this state and can't speak anymore," Scarface explained.

The Tenth Elder roared, "You Scarface! You've cut Horace's tongue out, letting your words decide everything! Back then, when you challenged Schumacher, how could you have won if that guy hadn't used some underhanded tricks? He was your own brother! All he did was banish you from the tribe, and you killed him! You even murdered his youngest daughter!"

Scarface's face darkened as he said, "Tenth Elder, watch your words. If you continue to tarnish my reputation like this, I won't be so lenient."

After speaking, the aura of an eighth-level expert was released, immediately silencing the entire audience.

The Tenth Elder's mouth moved, but seeing the fierce look in Scarface's eyes, he swallowed his words.

"The matter is clear. My men found several corpses and the murder weapon at Horace's residence." Scarface looked at the tribesmen and shouted, "I now declare that Horace murdered my Lion Tribe members, committing countless evils. He shall be burned at the stake to appease his soul!"

"ignition!"

At Scarface's command, an orc threw a torch into a pile of firewood soaked in animal oil.

Flames surged up instantly, engulfing Horace.

what--

A scream immediately rang out as Horace struggled and screamed in the flames. His black and white hair was burned off first, and his skin began to wrinkle and ripen, his body twisting and deforming.

Flames flickered in Scar's eyes. With this fire, everyone who knew the truth disappeared, and he had no more weaknesses.

"He can't die now!"

A majestic voice came from afar, and a gust of wind blew, sending the wood beneath Horace's feet flying.

"Who?!" Scarface's face darkened as he looked up.

A golden dragon flew in and instantly arrived above the altar.

A terrifying gap in strength, and absolute suppression by bloodline.

It caused all the lion-kin beastmen in the square to kneel down uncontrollably.

Only Scarface and the ten elders were still struggling to hold on, their expressions tense as they watched the giant dragon in the sky.

The overwhelming sense of oppression instilled fear in them.

Such god-like strength is probably only possessed by the patriarch of the Golden Dragon Clan.

"My lord, I am Scarface, chief of the Lion Tribe. May I ask what brings you here?" Scarface asked loudly, tilting his head back.

The golden dragon circled once and landed on the altar.

Only then did everyone notice that there were three people sitting on the dragon's back.

An elf with a full head of white hair, an ordinary human, and—a lion girl!

"It's Martha!"

Someone recognized the girl and exclaimed in surprise.

Upon hearing this, the lion-kin beastmen who were forced to kneel on the ground all looked up.

The lion girl stepping down from the back of the golden dragon—isn't that Martha, who disappeared a year ago! The only daughter of the former chief, Schumacher!

"Martha!"

Scarface looked at the girl, and his expression changed drastically as well.

Didn't Horace say that he had cast necromancy on her and that she was doomed?

Why did you reappear here a year later?

Furthermore, what is her relationship with this golden dragon? How did she end up riding it back?

"That's right, it's me, Uncle Scarface. Aren't you surprised?" Martha stood on the altar, looking at the shocked Scarface, and sneered, "Aren't you happy to see your niece, who was cursed by your necromancer, still alive and standing in front of you? I haven't forgotten you for a single moment in the past year."

Scarface's expression shifted several times before he forced a smile and said, "Martha, so you're still alive. Uncle is truly delighted. Welcome home."

Martha's voice suddenly rose, and she coldly shouted, "Don't be disgusting! I feel like vomiting just seeing your smile. My father genuinely welcomed you home back then, but you and Horace teamed up to ambush and kill him. Afterwards, you even impersonated a chieftain to challenge for the position, killed my mother, and cast a necromancer curse on me. Are you even human? I've returned today to expose your true colors and avenge my parents!"

The people below the altar were immediately thrown into an uproar.

"What?! So Chief Schumacher was actually killed in a sneak attack by Scarface and Horace!"

"He also said that his wife, overwhelmed with grief, left the tribe with Martha, only to discover that he had killed her!"

"So he knew all along that Horace was a necromancer, and they were always in cahoots! He killed those young girls."

The clansmen stared at Scarface, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Nonsense! You're talking nonsense!" Scarface was furious, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. He couldn't let her continue.

"So, you're the guy who bullied my apprentice and killed her parents?" A dragon's head popped out, its huge vertical pupils staring at Scarface, and asked in a low voice.

Scarface, who was about to launch a sudden attack, suddenly froze, his entire body enveloped in a chilling killing intent, rendering him unable to move.

Since breaking through to level eight, returning to the Lion Tribe, killing Schumacher, and becoming the new chief of the Lion Tribe, Scar once believed that he had no rivals on the Stu Grasslands and was bursting with confidence.

Now, Scar is experiencing what despair truly means.

Absolute suppression, complete and utter domination.

With just a glance from the other party, he was completely immobilized.

God-level is a general term for those who have broken through to level nine, but not all god-level powerhouses are of the same strength.

Among them, there are still strong and weak.

The golden dragon before them was clearly one of the strongest beings among the gods.

Moreover, he said that Martha was his apprentice?

This relationship only fueled Scarface's despair.

Clearly, Martha returned today with the golden dragon to seek revenge.

These words were heard by the ten elders and the lion-clan beastmen below the stage, and they were equally surprised. After all, it was unheard of for a dragon to take a beastman as a disciple.

Dragons are such a proud race, how could they possibly look down on orcs? They are the most mighty lions on the plains.

But Masha did it, and even became an apprentice of a god-level dragon.

Scarface tried his best to make his expression look more approachable, forcing out a smile that looked more like a grimace, and said, "Martha, there might be some misunderstanding between us, please listen to me..."

"Misunderstanding? I saw you and Horace ambush and kill my father and mother with my own eyes. Tell me, what misunderstanding is there?" Martha produced a black dagger and walked step by step towards Scarface, saying slowly and deliberately, "My purpose in coming here today is to cut off your head and avenge the murder of my parents!"

Scarface looked at the palpable killing intent in Martha's eyes, his body turned ice-cold, and he tried to struggle but couldn't move. Finally, he panicked and said in a trembling voice, "Martha, listen to me, I'll give you anything you want. Let me go, and I'll disappear from the Stu Grassland immediately and never set foot on the grassland again in my life."

"You said the same thing when my father first banished you from the tribe, but you still came back, bringing with you a necromancer and scheming tricks, and killed my parents. Do you think I would believe such nonsense a second time?" Martha sneered, already standing in front of Scarface, raising her hand and stabbing his heart slightly to the left.

what--

Scarface let out a low growl, laughing and cursing with despair and madness: "Why! Why was he born stronger than me, more favored than me? Even if I work ten times, a hundred times harder than him, I still can't get what I want! While he can get everything without doing anything. These things should have belonged to me in the first place. I just came back to take what was rightfully mine. What did I do wrong?!"

"You just didn't see what he did. Nothing is born that way. If you take it openly, no one will say anything. But you steal it by such dirty means, so you should die!" Martha drew her knife and stabbed again.

The dagger pierced Scarface's body, leaving one hole after another, and blood splattered everywhere.

The wailing gradually subsided until a knife pierced the heart, bringing it to a complete halt.

The lion-clan orcs below the stage looked at Martha, who was covered in blood, with a shocked expression.

The level eight scarred man was stabbed to death by Martha with a small knife.

All of this was simply because the golden dragon glanced at him and became unable to move.

Charlotte looked at Martha with some surprise; the madness with which she stabbed her was enough to prove the hatred in her heart.

Every strike is a release; as she bathes in the blood of her enemies, she is reborn.

This is probably also the reason why the Night's Watch immobilized Scar, allowing Martha to handle the situation herself.

Benjamin waved his hand, extinguishing the flames on Horace's body, and cast a healing spell to save his life, but did not treat his other injuries, leaving him to continue to suffer the pain of being burned all over his body.

Martha severed Scar's head, walked to the edge of the altar, raised it high, and proclaimed, "I, Martha, have returned!"

"roar!"

Hei Zi leaped out from the side, transforming into a black lion, standing behind her and letting out a majestic roar!

In that instant, countless lion-clan beastmen saw their former king, and tears welled in their eyes.

The Grand Elder stared at the black lion behind Kasha, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "Martha, that black lion, could it be your guardian beast?"

"That's right, Elder." Martha nodded.

"God has shown his power! Heaven is going to bring prosperity to my Xiongshi tribe!" the elder shouted, seemingly insane.

The other elders looked at him with puzzlement.

"In the Lion Tribe, there has always been an ancient legend: when a king appears who can lead the Lion Tribe to its peak, a black lion will accompany him!" The Grand Elder pointed at Martha and proclaimed, "Martha is the king who will lead the Lion Tribe to power and its pinnacle!"

"Matha, my king!" The elder knelt on one knee first, showing his submission to Matha.

After a moment of stunned silence, the elders all knelt down in submission, shouting that Martha was their queen.

Under the leadership of the ten elders, the lion beastmen also bowed down and recognized Martha as the new Lion King!

Charlotte glanced at the elder a few times. Regardless of whether the Lion Tribe had such a rumor or not, this old guy was definitely a master of changing his tune with the wind, a prime example of getting more cunning with age.

Martha's apprenticeship with Constantine suggests that her future achievements will be no less than Scar's.

If the Lion Tribe can use this relationship to forge a bond with the Golden Dragon Clan, they can rest easy in the future.

Choosing Martha as the new Lion King at this point would be the icing on the cake, and would also help increase Constantine's favorability.

Now, it was Martha who was a little confused.

She returned today to seek revenge with her master's help, but now she's been thrust into the position of the Lion King.

"Go, child, this is rightfully yours," Constantine encouraged.

"The new Lion King is very cool," Charlotte said with a smile.

Martha's gaze hardened, and holding up Scar's head, she and Blackie roared at the same time.

Roar--

Ten thousand lions bowed in submission, and the Lion King ascended the throne!

The beastmen of the Lion Tribe gazed eagerly at Martha on the altar.

In time, she will become a new legend, bringing the Lion Tribe to unprecedented heights.

At that moment, all the orcs believed it.

"We won't participate in the reminiscing. We need to study that necromancer whose tongue was cut out and see how much value he still has." Charlotte and Benjamin walked towards Horace, who was chained to the stake.

Martha dropped the head she was holding and explained to the elder why Horace and his men wanted to take it away. Then she and the elders began to discuss some issues concerning tribal management and the distribution of power.

Although Constantine didn't interrupt, with him watching over her, Connie couldn't possibly suffer any losses.

Charlotte untied Horace, who was still smoking, took out a new chain, and fastened it back on him.

The necromancer was too mysterious; he didn't want to be caught off guard and end up in trouble.

Having been roasted by the fire, his body was covered in bruises and emitted a pungent smell of roasted meat, making him look extremely terrifying.

His hair had been burned off, his face was charred, and his deep-set eyes, with their scarlet glaze, looked particularly eerie.

Charlotte pried open his mouth, and his tongue was gone.

This is a bit troublesome.

"Can a lost tongue be restored?" Charlotte asked Benjamin, a question that fell outside his area of ​​expertise, as surgery was not an option.

"No problem. I'll lock his magical source first, to prevent him from doing anything underhanded." Benjamin made a hand seal and then placed it on Horace's chest.

A six-pointed star entered his body.

"The source of magic can be locked?" Charlotte was greatly shocked.

"Just a small trick." Benjamin said dismissively, taking out his magic wand and beginning to cast a healing spell.

Under the green light, Horace's horribly burned body began to recover at a visible speed. His burned skin was restored to its original state, but the burned hair could not be restored for the time being.

His head looked like a bald, braised egg, which was extremely conspicuous.

Horace's eyelids fluttered, and he opened his eyes.

He hadn't expected to be alive, and his burns had completely healed.

However, his body was still bound and unable to move. What made him even more desperate was that his magical source seemed to have been destroyed, and he could not feel the existence of magic power in his body.

Then he was confronted by two unfamiliar faces: an elderly elf and a young human. Clearly, they were the ones who had saved him.

But he didn't know them.

"You..." he began, and surprisingly, a sound came out.

Wait a minute, wasn't his tongue cut off by the scar? How can he still talk?

He tried moving his tongue and could feel it, although it wasn't as flexible as before, but it was definitely real.

"Awake?" A figure approached and looked at Horace with his braised egg-shaped hair.

Although there was still blood on her face, Horace recognized the short-haired blonde girl at a glance and exclaimed as if he had seen a ghost, "Martha! How can you still be alive!"