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Chapter 774 - 264. The Trouble of Wolf Poison - An additional update for the brother "Huo Zhengting is quite good"【14/20】_2

Chapter 774: 264. The Trouble of Wolf Poison - An additional update for the brother "Huo Zhengting is quite good"【14/20】_2

"You young folks, haven’t you learned to use knowledge wisely?"

Woman Sword Saint of Reed Name: "??? Grandpa, what are you saying? Why don’t I understand?"

"Boom"

Then came a loud explosion that shook most of the sewer, causing a scene of destruction in the world channel.

As the ground trembled, and stones scattered in all directions, Professor Chen, an old construction hand, looked contentedly at the tunnel in front of him, which had practically collapsed instantaneously due to the simultaneous damage of a few structural stress points.

Under the astonished gaze of Brother Cat, amidst applause from Kudell, Murphy, and Phemys, Old Chen, who just annihilated the hidden Wolf Poison Elite with his accurately detonated explosives, said leisurely in the world channel:

Construction Old Man: "No need to come, I’ve taken care of the enemies. Does this perhaps constitute the ’Terrain Kill’ you often speak of?

I truly can’t comprehend, when just a bit of basic geology knowledge and explosives can handle the situation, how did you end up suffering such heavy casualties?

Children, playing the game also requires thinking."

Meow King: "666, Crazy Engineer grandpa Chen is awesome! I’m scared out of my wits."

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the recently collapsed tunnel, Phemys was looking at Old Chen, who was speaking to Kudell, with a baffled look.

This bookish old man had just buried 37 Wolf Poison elite warriors with only seven or eight detonators. His killing efficiency was comparable to a high-level Spiritual Energy technique.

"Are even the old men on their side this crazy?"

Young lady poked Murphy’s arm and whispered:

"How did you even find these weirdos? And how did he know that by blasting the hollow points with explosives he could collapse the entire tunnel?

Without much calculation, he just felt those spots. Is he an Earth Priest who can communicate with earth’s Spiritual Energy?

No!

Even an Earth Priest can’t do this, I’ve seen it with my own eyes."

"This is the power of physics and geology."

Murphy whispered:

"They have a lot of things that are worth learning from, this is a clear example in front of us, but no matter what, we won. That’s enough!

Let’s go.

Report this good news to Cui Si.

She must be anxious."

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"Hmm?"

At the remote northwestern corner of the continent, in Fog City on Green Island, even at dawn, the sky of this peculiar city remained gloomy.

Old Edward, the old leatherworker who finished a masterful work in his own tannery and also the grand duke of the Wolf Poison Clan, suddenly felt an aching in his chest.

As if a small knife had gently jabbed his heart.

As an elder, he knew this was not a precursor to heart disease, but an omen that one of his descendants had just passed away.

"Hmm, Colando, a headstrong criminal hell-bent on becoming king of the convicts, a violent individual unwilling to submit to Wolf Poison Clan rules.

A bloodthirsty mad wolf that’s difficult to tame, a message from afar heralds your death, making me, considered senile in your eyes, taste the bitterness of ’grief’ once more."

Old Edward sneered coldly as he took off his gloves. His gloomy face didn’t show any sorrow.

Although the death of a descendant would weaken him, as an elder who had already reached the Gold Stage nine hundred years ago and stood among the top powers of this continent, he could easily overcome the minute weakness.

Fate is always particularly generous to the strong.

The death of the uncontrollable commander of the Grey Claw Clan represented the imminent dispersion of this disgusting violent faction, becoming an inconsequential ripple in the ancient history of the Wolf Poison Clan.

This good news made the corners of Old Edward’s mouth curl up slightly. He even started humming an old song.

He briskly went to his study in his mansion in the inner ring of Fog City, took out a 400-year-old bottle of Moonlight Wine from his favourite wine cabinet, and poured himself a small cup.

It was a night worth celebrating, worth having a few drinks.

But as Old Edward was putting the fine wine back in the cupboard, he turned around and looked at the window of his study. The black rose petals fluttering under the dim night were dancing strangely, indicating the arrival of an "uninvited guest".

"Hmm."

The interruption to his good mood caused the grand duke of the Wolf Poison Clan to snort in annoyance.

But as an elder, he couldn’t leave his guest waiting at the door. So he stroked his well-groomed beard, took his beloved Black Wolf walking stick, and went to open the window.

Amid the strong scent of roses, the Lord of Palano, with golden hair like a lion, revealed his slender silhouette in Old Edward’s study.

This romantic knight was not wearing his heavy armour, but traditional Green Island clothing instead, a long-sleeved vest on top and something in the bottom that Old Edward hated to look at.

Simply put... the Paladino Knight was wearing a skirt... but not women’s clothing! I emphasize, this is the traditional attire of the people of Isha on the Green Island.

Who knows why the ancestors made men’s skirts a tradition, but history, in this regard, often doesn’t make sense.

"Greetings to you, Rose Knight."

Old Edward respectfully greeted the Golden Knight who had come to visit in the middle of the night: