The First Killing (2)

"Hey."

Laughter can always ease one's mood. Drogo grinned at Chandler, who was finally exposed in front of him.

"What...what are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do? As soon as you arrived, you had an arrogant look like no one else existed. You cursed my little Lolita as a maidservant, and even ordered me to send her to you obediently. Are you sick? Do you think you can control me just because the Reeves family is powerful? Of course I'm going to beat you up!"

One sentence after another, Drogo blurted out. The young master of the Reeves family was dumbfounded.

"A fox tribe girl? Anyone who can follow a human must be a maidservant bought or stolen. Order you? Control you? When did I say such things? Beat me up? You look like you want to kill me completely."

Drogo glared, "You got the last sentence right. I'm going to kill you - Soul Shock!"

Necromancy is a unique branch of dark magic, and it also has the advantages of dark magic that can be released quickly. Especially at the level of intermediate mage, one can already silently chant the spell in their heart to make the speed of the magic faster.

One second, he was still talking, and the next second, he had already cast Soul Shock and enveloped Chandler, who was completely surprised and couldn't dodge in time.

"Ah--"

Chandler screamed and fell to the ground, holding his head and rolling around while his body convulsed violently. It seemed that just this one soul-stimulating magic was enough to take him down.

Drogo was also stunned by the clear effect of this one spell. Before this, whether facing the Poison Arrow Armored Beast or the old guard Algernon, his magic had achieved nothing. And because of Algernon's sudden outbreak of strong power just now, Drogo didn't dare to underestimate Chandler anymore.

"Reeves, you're too useless!"

Drogo didn't know that Chandler was indeed a young master of the Reeves family, but also the worst among them. It was precisely because he was so weak, only at the third rank of a warrior despite being nearly twenty years old, that he was arranged by the family to undergo an outer trial in the King's Forest.

Originally, the Reeves family had arranged many guards for him, including several high-level warriors and even a great swordsman. But unexpectedly, this Young Master Chandler had extremely poor strength and yet was very conceited.

After killing a few first-order magical beasts like they were pets at the outermost part of the King's Forest, he decided to venture deeper.

That would have been bad enough, but he also chose not to tell anyone about this decision, and left alone after tossing the family badge with tracking capabilities in his residence. By the time the Reeves family discovered it, Chandler had already been in the King's Forest alone for several hours.

If the young master had an accident, they couldn't bear the wrath of the family. So these guards went crazy, and the strongest great swordsman went on a chase alone towards the depths of the King's Forest, while the senior warriors scattered around to search.

Algernon was one of them, he had a nickname "Lucky Algernon", and this time his luck was indeed good, as he happened to catch up with Chandler who was wandering around in the King's Forest. And at that moment, Drogo's spiritual power detected them.

But now, their luck had completely run out.

"Hmph!"

Drogo took a step forward and with a swift motion, pulled out a black spike from the scale armor around the leg of the Poison Arrow Iron Beast - the very poison arrow that it was named after. Compared to magic, Drogo preferred this kind of solid thing.

The poison arrow hung over Chandler's head as Drogo's mind raced. He had never killed anyone before, but he had seen it happen more than once. He would never forget the face of the old bastard named Quinn, who was always lurking in the shadows. Especially when Quinn made him watch as he killed, night after night, almost every night causing him to wake up in a cold sweat...

"You and Quinn are the same kind of person, like cancer cells, consuming others to satisfy yourselves, but never caring about how others feel."

With each word firmly and sharply spoken, Drogo's gaze became resolute, and the poison arrow in his hand pressed against Chandler's back, but Chandler still twitched and remained completely unaware.

"Master? No!"

A cry of despair mixed with the taste of blood came over. Drogo turned his head slightly and saw Algernon dragging a severed arm towards him. But after only two steps, Algernon was caught by a white bone claw around the neck and thrown away with a whoosh.

Drogo didn't bother to look at him again, because there was no need. Even with his advanced warrior strength, he was no match for the skeletal warriors. He had survived until now because Drogo's orders were to stop them, not to kill them.

Turning back to Elaine, the little girl clearly knew what he was about to do, but she didn't tremble or scream like most girls would. Instead, she turned her face away.

Elaine's reaction finally cleared the last bit of frustration from Drogo's heart, and he changed direction to block any possible sightline from the little girl. Then he sighed, sighed for the new life he was about to begin, sighed for the death he had seen in the past and was about to see again, but this time - the initiative was in his hands.