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Chapter 793: Chapter 450: That Waist Twisted Almost to the Point of Leaving Afterimages_1

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“Hahaha,” the tall dwarf laughed out loud, “Little Fat Dragon, you find it difficult to drink too, don’t you? It’s like swill, even the kobolds won’t drink it.”

Negris eyeballed his stained beard and the broken jar on the ground: Kobolds won’t drink it, you drank it all, what’s that about?

“Eh? Are you of the Thunder lineage? A Cave Titan?” Negris noticed something off about the big dwarf.

“Well, Little Yellow Dragon, you have quite an eye, recognizing me just like that? You’re the first to recognize us at a glance, these stupid humans always mistake us for large dwarfs. Nice, I’ll invite you for a drink when we have time.” The Cave Titan slapped his chest and said loudly. For him, offering a drink was the highest form of respect.

Negris’s eyes flickered and he immediately said, “No need to wait, I’ll treat you to a drink now, hold on.”

As the Little Yellow Dragon flew away, Bamos got anxious: What did he mean? Is he ignoring that I exist?

“Hey! Where did this shrunken lizard come from! Is it your turn to speak now?” Bamos brandished the Undead Scepter and shouted: “Undead spirits, destroy the intruders!”

For the third time, Ange made a vain struggle with some helplessness.

“Eh? Why did it fade out? What happened?” Bamos tapped the scepter and shook it. There was no response. He swung again, still no response.

Bamos was stunned, without the Undead Scepter, would the skeleton zombies still listen to him?

Negris got a bottle of strong drink from Ange and flew back, “Here, try this.”

The Cave Titan unhesitatingly uncorked the bottle and gulped it down in his usual manner.

Negris didn’t give any warning, watching maliciously as the Cave Titan spat it out in one breath: “So spicy! Cough cough…”

Thanks to the purification process of the Eviction Spell, Ange could casually control the alcohol content. Even 99% wasn’t a problem. This bottle was purified and it was the dwarves’ favourite strength after they had tried it.

However, for those trying it for the first time, the taste was too strong.

After spitting it out, the Cave Titan wore a bitter expression, looking incredulously at the bottle, “Is this poison?”

No sooner had he spoken than he smacked his lips, the flavor returning. He carefully took another small sip, slowly swallowing it, an immediate flush spreading from his face to his neck.

Then he let out a breath and exclaimed, “What a drink!”

Negris curled his lip, just like the Titan lineage, they were just like the dwarfs. Even if it was poison, they would smack their lips.

The Cave Titan took small sips, sighing after each drink. In no time, half the bottle was down his stomach.

At this point, it seemed he remembered something. Throwing out a statement, “Wait for me,” he turned around and ran back into the alchemy workshop.

The Bone Dragon Knights circled above the crowd, and Captain Neiwen and all his knights jumped down, unsheathing their swords and pointing them at Bamos’s neck.

Furious, Bamos snapped, “You Spirit Dragon Knights are too meddling, what does the business of Iron Sand City have to do with you?!”

With a righteous tone, Captain Neiwen said, “Maintaining order is our mission. You assassinated the City Lord without cause, disrupting the local governance order, which is an act of rebellion. In the name of the Spirit Dragon Knights, I declare your guilt. Please do not resist, or else we have the right to execute you on the spot.”

Bamos stiffened his neck and roared, “Who gives you that power? You aren’t ennobled by the Council of the Undead! Did you get the Council’s authorization? What qualification do you have to call me a rebel, you are the rebel! I have the scepter, I have the authorization of the Council of the Undead, I am here to take over Iron Sand City, the original City Lord who refused to relinquish power is the rebel!”

“Because I have the Silver Scepter.” Captain Neiwen drew out his extinguished Silver Scepter, flashing it briefly before saying, “I have heard your allegations, the Council of the Undead will make the final judgment. Now, please order your men to lay down their weapons and surrender, otherwise I have the right to execute you on the spot.”

Bamos’s subordinates looked at each other, gradually laying down their weapons and surrendering.

Negris, Silver Coin, Durken all huddled up whispering next to Ange:

“I’m a little confused, this Spirit Dragon Knights doesn’t have the ennoblement of the Council of the Undead? Are they a civilian organization? Did we just collaborate with a militia to capture a city? Is that what’s happening?” Durken asked.

Silver Coin nodded, “It seems so, which matches up with the information I collected. Since there are so few high-ranking undead in the Undead Empire, they mainly manage the cities by granting authority, and the empire would just dispatch undead guards to cities.”