AWB Chapter 201 The Whereabouts of the Black Witch Doctor
Chapter 201 The Whereabouts of the Black Witch Doctor
Without hesitation, Xia Weier ordered one of his brown-rank eagle beastmen to take him away from the holy city.
As for other matters, he entrusted them all to Uncle Hua, instructing Uncle Hua to bring all six hundred slaves and one hundred skilled beastmen from various trades to the Lion Clan tribe.
When the Beast King learned that Xia Weier had actually left directly by flying beastmen, his heart was immediately stirred.
His brows were furrowed, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest of the throne, and a hint of anxiety was hard to hide in his eyes.
Xia Wei'er's actions made him uneasy, as if something important was slipping away from his grasp and breaking free from his control.
He tried to calm himself down, sat back down at his desk, and began to review the intelligence and official documents submitted from various places.
The repair requests, technical support requests, and border military intelligence reports submitted by Beast City... these were things he usually handled with ease, but now they were making him feel flustered.
His gaze wandered among the words, but his thoughts always drifted in the direction where Xia Weier had left.
In the dead of night, the Beast King finally put down his carving knife and pen and walked out of his study alone.
He did not summon any servants or have any guards follow him; he simply walked silently down the winding corridor.
Moonlight streamed through the tall windows, casting long shadows on the ground and making him appear exceptionally lonely.
His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, as if each step was a tapping on the unease in his heart.
After many twists and turns, he arrived at a remote and abandoned main hall.
This place has long been deserted, and the air is filled with a musty smell. The surrounding furnishings are covered with a thick layer of dust.
The Beast King stood at the entrance, his gaze sweeping across the hall. Only after confirming that no one was following him did he slowly walk in.
His footsteps were so light they were almost inaudible, as if he were afraid of disturbing something.
He stopped in front of a luxurious sofa, raised his hand and waved it, and an invisible force swept up the dust on the sofa and placed it aside.
Dust drifted in the moonlight, like countless tiny ghosts wandering in the air.
The Beast King sat down on the sofa, crossed his hands on his knees, and scanned his surroundings warily.
His ears twitched slightly, catching any possible sound.
The hall was eerily quiet, with only his soft breathing echoing in the background.
He sat for a long time until he was sure there was nothing unusual around him before slowly standing up.
He walked up to a hanging scroll, the scene on which had long since become blurred, leaving only mottled colors.
The Beast King reached out, his fingers gently touching the wooden frame of the hanging painting, and then slowly swayed it to the left.
The mechanism emitted three crisp "click" sounds, which sounded particularly jarring in the silent hall.
Then, he swung the frame to the right, and after two "clicks," he let go and took a few steps back.
His gaze shifted to the stone wall on the other side, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
The stone wall appeared ordinary, but he knew that it concealed a secret he had meticulously planned over the years.
His suspicious nature meant he never easily trusted anyone, and even his closest ministers could not access the deepest secrets of his heart.
The air inside the hall seemed to freeze, and moonlight streamed through the high windows, casting his lonely figure on the floor.
The Beast King stood there, his gaze deep and cold, as if waiting for something, or as if guarding against something.
His fingers unconsciously rubbed his cuffs, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.
In the end, he gently pushed the stone wall, which rotated inward to create a width that an orc could enter, and the Beast King stepped into the secret chamber behind the stone wall.
In the secret chamber, the dimly lit luminous pearl emitted a faint glow, like countless cold eyes watching everything in the darkness.
The Beast King's footsteps descended slowly on the stone steps, each step deliberately slow, as if afraid of disturbing something that shouldn't be disturbed.
His shadow stretched long in the dim light, projected onto the wall, making him appear exceptionally lonely and dignified.
His fingers lightly brushed over the mechanisms on the wall, his movements skillful and cautious, as if these mechanisms were old friends of his, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible wariness.
Each click of the mechanism echoed in the silent chamber, causing him to furrow his brow slightly and scan his surroundings warily until he was sure there was nothing amiss before continuing forward.
Finally, he reached the depths of the secret chamber.
The stairs extend downwards, leading to a darker space.
The Beast King paused for a moment on the steps, then walked down without hesitation.
His gaze fell on the stone bed, where a female orc lay.
Her face was as pale as paper, her breathing was so weak it was almost imperceptible, and her abdomen was slightly swollen, showing signs of life.
If Xia Weier were here, he would be shocked—this female bears a striking resemblance to his mother.
The Beast King's gaze did not linger on the female for long, but turned to the side.
There, a disheveled orc was bound by heavy iron chains, his animal skin garment hanging loosely on his emaciated body, making him look particularly forlorn.
His disheveled hair covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of cloudy eyes filled with deep despair and resentment.
On the other side, a thin male who was blind and mute knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly, as if waiting for something.
His fingers unconsciously dug at the ground, the tips of which were already bleeding, but he was completely unaware.
The Beast King took out some food from his storage bag and casually tossed it beside the skinny male's legs.
The aroma of food filled the air, but the male did not immediately pick it up. Instead, he kowtowed heavily several times, the sound of his forehead hitting the ground being particularly clear in the enclosed room.
The Beast King nodded slightly and said, "You've worked hard guarding them. This is your reward."
The thin male, who could only hear but not see, trembled as he reached out and groped for the scattered meat and potato-like chunks of food, gathering them into his arms. He then curled up in a corner and began to wolf down the raw food.
His movements were hurried and flustered, as if he was afraid that the food would disappear in the next second.
The Beast King watched all this coldly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.
His gaze returned to the orc bound by chains, his voice low and cold: "Didn't you say that last time you suffered a backlash, it was the High Priest of the Golden Cup who broke the life-stealing spell you cast?"
The orc raised his head, revealing a haggard face through his disheveled hair.
He opened his mouth, but could only make hoarse sounds like "ah, ah ah ah..."
It turned out that his tongue had been cut out, and he could no longer speak complete sentences.
The Beast King's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.
He seemed unconcerned about the other's answer, or rather, he no longer believed anything the orc said.
He turned and walked to the stone bed, placing his hand on the female's slightly protruding belly.
His palms were icy cold, yet his movements were unusually gentle, as if he were sensing something.
A moment later, his brows furrowed slightly, and a shadow crossed his eyes.
He could sense that the cub's bloodline was still somewhat weak.
However, the fluctuations of the cubs here are indeed stronger than before!
This intensified the Beast King's unease.