Suspected Mythical Beast

"Damn orc, daring to provoke the kindness of the human race," Duke Delta suddenly pointed at Barlock and cursed, "You unrepentant lowly orc, the king may have granted you the gift of life, but he also has the right to take it back." He turned to King Korek, bowing respectfully, "Your Majesty, this orc shows no remorse, his heart filled with hatred and hostility. You should revoke your command and execute him. Otherwise, letting him live will only bring chaos to us."

Many in the audience had witnessed Barlock's brutal killings of gladiators and Qi warriors last time, so they strongly agreed with Duke Delta's words. Some even shouted, "Execute this orc... let the beasts tear him apart...!"

The king remained silent, casting a meaningful glance at Duke Delta, sending a chill down the Duke's spine!

"Sigh, I originally intended to grant you the freedom of life, but your brutality forces me to revoke that right. Orc, do you have any last words?" King Korek spoke softly, looking at Barlock.

Lady Celine almost couldn't help but plead for mercy, and even old orc Zakari and Saira couldn't sit still. Surprisingly, Barlock's response was unexpected. He mockingly shook the iron chains on his wrist and smiled, "Hypocritical humans, I've truly seen it all. You want to kill me, but who will do it? Let him come, I want to see how he'll kill me!"

Arrogant, arrogant... all the humans were enraged, even the noble magicians. Just a small orc, yet he dared to be so brazen before the elite magicians of the entire kingdom. He must die.

Barlock was not usually so impulsive, and today's actions were beyond everyone's expectations. Even his fellow orcs trapped in the arena cage sensed something strange. They thought Barlock had been driven mad by anger, each of them wishing they could tear down the iron bars in front of them and fight alongside Barlock! A stray dog crept along the edge of the arena, almost unnoticed in a corner, but almost everyone ignored its presence... Even if they saw it, they wouldn't pay it any mind.

Suddenly, among the magicians in the VIP seats, a pale-faced, tall and thin middle-aged magician noticed the stray dog. He frowned, then suddenly widened his eyes... It was clearly the mysterious creature he had almost captured at the Magic Academy. Its small stature could instantly transform into the size of a horse, a feat even high-level magical beasts couldn't achieve. There was only one creature in the world capable of doing that... a mythical beast? His heart raced uncontrollably. Could it be a mythical beast? ...No matter, it must be caught!

Who would have known? At this moment, Barlock wasn't acting impulsively, nor was he reckless. Everything he did was because of a change within his body... the silver little wolf tattoo on his left arm had finally awakened, transmitting a message to him. This message boosted Barlock's confidence. The little wolf didn't seem worried about his situation, telling him - don't be afraid, no one here can match my speed, I can defeat anyone, even that strongest king and the great magicians in the spectator's box.

Barlock thought of many things in an instant. In the capital city of Padiya, he had had enough of the pain of fate being completely out of his control. His people had to be rescued, but he didn't want to wait for the right time to explore the route to the underground sewers of the royal city. He wanted to leave now.

He didn't need the little wolf to kill anyone. Barlock only needed it to severely injure King Korek, then give him enough time to capture the king as a hostage.

Telling his thoughts to the little wolf in his heart, almost like yawning, came the joyful cry of the little wolf. The wolf-shaped tattoo on Barlock's left arm seemed to come alive, slightly shimmering with a silver light, as if something shiny and metallic was about to fall off his arm.

Suddenly, Barlock trembled all over, as if facing the most terrifying crisis, his fur standing on end. A warning emerged from the depths of his soul... It was a memory fragment left by the old Hebrew wolf before it died. This memory had never stirred before, almost causing him to forget it. But today, the memory of the old wolf suddenly issued a frantic warning, causing Barlock to tremble uncontrollably, his eyes involuntarily looking towards the highest point of the arena's wall... where a solitary figure stood! Almost instinctively, Barlock grabbed the silver tattoo on his arm that was about to fall off, his heart screaming to the little wolf: Danger... come back, come back, don't reveal yourself...!

At this moment, the people in the arena also noticed the figure. King Korek suddenly turned to look at the figure, his brows furrowed tightly, and all the magicians and Qi warriors couldn't help but tremble. From the depths of their hearts rose a fearful palpitation, even the great magicians were no exception! The figure descended from hundreds of feet high in the arena, his cloak fluttering in the breeze as if defying gravity, slowly descending onto the VIP stands. His eyes were indifferent to the people around him as he walked straight towards King Korek.

Despite their fear, the king's guards still displayed noble qualities, shielding the king behind them, gripping their longswords tightly, their Qi fully activated, their gaze focused on the approaching figure!

"Hehe, this is not the way to treat guests, Your Majesty Korek!" The man spoke gently, but there was a hint of high-handed arrogance in his tone, as if everyone present were inferior beings.

"Who are you? What business do you have in the kingdom of Padiya?" The king remained silent, but his chief guard spoke in a deep voice. Despite being extremely vigilant, his words carried no malice, even conveying a posture of extreme humility.

This man was very young and extraordinarily handsome, with golden hair and a natural demeanor that exuded nobility. Even from several miles away, one could smell the scent of nobility emanating from him. Barlock had already called the little wolf back into his body, transforming it back into an ordinary tattoo. At this moment, the memory fragment of the wolf in his soul stopped warning and quieted down.

The young man with golden hair furrowed his brows slightly, looking around with some confusion, his gaze landing on Barlock, causing him to tense up, almost drenched in cold sweat. Fortunately, his gaze didn't linger, sweeping past Barlock and scanning the arena without finding anything... When he had just climbed to the top of the arena, he distinctly felt a trace of the mythical beast's aura. But after jumping down, that trace disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before. Could it have been an illusion?

Seeing the young man shift his gaze, Barlock breathed a sigh of relief. He knew very well that he had almost been exposed just now. This young man in front of him gave him an extremely dangerous feeling... Not because of his own strength, but because there was something on him that possessed terrifying power. This power made even King Korek, as a Sky Knight, wary.

"Oh, forgive my rudeness, King Korek. I haven't introduced myself yet." The young man flashed a charming smile, causing some noble ladies and young misses to blush and throb, unable to help but be attracted to him.

"I come from the Odria Empire, Alvin... Alvin Odria, that's my name."

"What?" Everyone who heard the young man's words jumped in surprise. Even King Korek was taken aback. "Alvin... Your Highness Prince! Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to come next month...?"

"Oh, yes, yes, I apologize for my abruptness. The imperial envoy is still on the way, but I got bored, so I decided to come ahead. So... have I caused you any trouble?" Prince Alvin spoke apologetically, his face showing a sense of reserve, seemingly satisfied with the shock and awe that followed.

"Oh, dear Prince, your presence is an honor to the entire Kingdom of Padiya," King Korek hurriedly said. The handsome young man in front of him was the third heir to the Odria Empire, one of the most powerful human empires on the Soren continent, and wielded immense power. Remote countries like Padiya couldn't even compare.

The nobles of Padiya greeted Alvin one after another, and some even boldly reached out their hands, their eyes filled with almost naked admiration. Prince Alvin smiled unchanged, elegantly kissing the soft hands of the ladies and young misses. Their husbands or fathers not only didn't feel jealous, but also harbored strange thoughts... If, if my wife (daughter) could gain the favor of Prince Alvin...

"Your Highness Prince, please follow me. It's a bit noisy here. Please come back to the palace with me. The people of Padiya will warmly welcome you." King Korek said to Alvin, "We are training a group of Frost Wolf clan orcs who will present you with a splendid gladiatorial performance."

"Oh, you're too kind, King Korek." Prince Alvin said, looking at Barlock covered in blood and the dead giant sand lizard beside him, "Are all those orc from the Frost Wolf clan as savage as this orc? I'm really looking forward to it!" Barlock concealed himself in time, the little wolf not emitting any aura, and Alvin didn't notice anything unusual. He quickly shifted his gaze, suddenly attracted by a figure, his heart pounding! Lady Celine didn't step forward to greet him, but instead stared intently at the young orc in the arena. She was reluctant to admit it, but there was a piercing pain in her heart!

Barlock's shoulder bone was almost crushed by the giant sand lizard, with several bones seemingly broken. Although the wound on his back, deep enough to see the bone, had stopped bleeding, it still throbbed with pain, making him dizzy. This was a sign of excessive blood loss. Unable to stand, he collapsed on the ground, and Lady Celine subconsciously took a few steps forward.

"This beautiful lady, may I have the honor of knowing your name?" came Prince Alvin's voice from behind.

Lady Celine was reluctant to respond because she knew too well the conduct of these nobles. Despite Alvin's gentle and handsome appearance, Lady Celine had heard rumors of his debauchery even in Padiya. Women were just disposable items to him. Even women he grew tired of would be given to others, even worse than Duke Delta. If she could, Lady Celine wouldn't even want to speak to him!

"Lady Celine, you're being rude. Answer Prince Alvin's question," King Korek said, his face darkening slightly, his tone soft but firm. Queen Susan frowned... She knew her husband too well. He valued the throne too much. Who knew what intentions Prince Alvin harbored when he came to Padiya? If they secretly supported the exiled Duke Lind, Padiya would likely be plunged into chaos. Korek had to be cautious, even at the cost of upsetting Lady Celine. Prince Alvin's lecherous gaze towards Lady Celine was too obvious, not even bothering to conceal his naked desire.