Chapter 144: Black Stone Town! Viscount Enade!

"Martina."

Roko's voice broke the silence.

"What do you think?"

Martina's snow-white brows were tightly knit together.

She stepped forward, her voice calm and clear.

"Master, I think we cannot directly dispatch a large army into the Dwarf Mountains."

"Why?"

Hart couldn't help but ask.

"Falco and Mike are in danger! Our ally, the Stone Hammer Tribe, is also about to be exterminated!"

"We must dispatch troops immediately to save them!"

Martina glanced at Hart and shook her head.

"Captain Hart, I understand your feelings."

"But have you ever thought that dwarves are a very xenophobic race."

"Once our human army steps into their territory, it is very likely to cause all dwarf tribes to share a common hatred."

"By then, even if we are helping the Stone Hammer Tribe, in the eyes of other dwarves, we are invaders."

"This is exactly the result the Poison Scorpion Society wants to see most."

"They are dying for us to go to war with the entire Dwarf Mountains, so they can sit back and reap the benefits."

Hart opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found he couldn't say a word.

Because what Martina said was the truth.

There was no expression on Roko's face.

He certainly understood this principle.

But the fire in his heart was burning hotter and hotter.

Poison Scorpion Society!

It's the Poison Scorpion Society again!

From the Orc Wasteland to Red Leaf Forest, and now to the Dwarf Mountains.

This organization, like a bone-eating maggot, has challenged his bottom line again and again.

This time, they even set their sights on Mike.

He is one of the young people Roko values most in the Xin Feng Province, besides Zewen.

Roko brought him by his side, intending to cultivate him into his future right-hand man.

Now, he is in the Dwarf Mountains, his life or death unknown.

And Falco, that Guardian Knight who followed him from the beginning, loyal and devoted, is now heavily wounded.

This account must be settled!

And it must be collected with interest!

"Martina is right."

Roko's voice was as cold as ice.

"We cannot dispatch a large army."

"But that doesn't mean we do nothing."

His gaze turned to Scout Captain Bake.

"Bake."

"Yes, Master!"

Bake immediately straightened his body.

Bake's expression instantly became serious.

"Reporting to Master, there are already some clues."

"According to news sent back by our intelligence personnel planted in various towns."

"We discovered that there is a secret supply chain continuously transporting materials toward the Dwarf Mountains."

"Although they are doing it very secretly, our people still discovered some traces."

"All clues point to the same place."

"A place in the eastern part of the province called 'Black Stone Town'."

Roko's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Black Stone Town?"

"Yes, Master."

Bake took out a simple map from his bosom and spread it on the table.

"Black Stone Town is nominally a free trade town where no one cares, but in reality, it is a mix of dragons and snakes, and it is the largest black market in the entire Xin Feng Province."

"Smuggling, fencing stolen goods, human trafficking—almost all shady businesses can be found there."

Roko's finger tapped on the location of Black Stone Town on the map, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Since we cannot go directly to the Dwarf Mountains.

Then, let's cut off your roots first!

"Who is backing this black market?"

Roko asked.

To be able to support such a large black market, there must be official backing behind it.

Bake hesitated for a moment, then spoke:

"Master, according to the intelligence we currently have, the biggest protector of Black Stone Town is—"

"Viscount Enade."

Viscount Enade!

Hearing this name, a flash of realization crossed Martina's eyes.

"It really is him."

"At the beginning of the establishment of the Xin Feng Alliance, this Viscount Enade was the one who jumped the most besides Viscount Wilson."

"He has been much more restrained recently."

Roko's killing intent grew even stronger.

It seems that killing one chicken to scare the monkeys before was not enough.

There are still some monkeys who haven't seen the situation clearly.

Then I don't mind killing a few more.

"Very good."

Roko stood up.

He walked to the map, stretched out his finger, and tapped heavily on the location of Black Stone Town.

"Bake, immediately assemble all the elite scouts; I want you to find out all the intelligence about Black Stone Town and that warehouse as fast as you can."

"Including their troop deployment, defensive fortifications, the location of the leaders, everything!"

"I will only give you one day."

"Yes! Master!"

Bake did not hesitate at all, hammered his breastplate heavily, and turned to stride away.

Roko's gaze turned to Hart again.

"Here! Master!"

The knight captain could no longer hold back.

"Select one hundred of the most elite Storm Knights."

"Those equipped with full sets of Obsidian Gold equipment."

"Have them prepare for battle and stand by at any time."

"Yes!"

Hart accepted the order excitedly and left.

After the deployment was completed, Roko turned around and looked out the window.

The sky had gradually darkened.

A blood-colored setting sun was hanging on the western horizon.

"Poison Scorpion Society—"

"Viscount Enade—"

He whispered these two names.

"Your death date has arrived."

She knew that her lord was truly in a thunderous rage.

And the last one who made him this angry.

Was Bishop Marcus of the Temple of Light.

Now, the grass on Marcus's grave is already three feet high.

A beautiful arc appeared at the corner of Martina's mouth.

A good show was about to begin in the eastern part of Xin Feng Province.

And she only needed to sit in Vanguard Valley and prepare a victory celebration banquet for her lord.

That night, the entire Lord's Mansion in Vanguard Valley fell into a state of tense and efficient operation.

Countless orders were issued from the council hall.

Squads of scouts, like ghosts in the night, disappeared outside the city gates of Vanguard Valley.

And Roko, alone, came to the highest point of the Lord's Mansion.

He looked into the distance, toward the direction of the Dwarf Mountains.

The night wind blew his black cloak.

Mike, Falco.

I will be there soon.

One day passed in a flash.

When the dusk of the second day arrived again.

Scout Captain Bake, covered in dust, appeared before Roko.

His complexion was a bit tired, but his eyes were amazingly bright.

"Master!"

He knelt on one knee and presented a thick roll of parchment.

"I have not failed the mission!"

"All the intelligence about Black Stone Town and that secret warehouse of the Poison Scorpion Society is here!"

Roko took the parchment and unfolded it.

On it, a map of incomparable detail was drawn with fine strokes.

The streets, buildings, and even the entrances to the sewers of Black Stone Town were clearly marked.

And that warehouse, which was circled as a key point, was magnified several times.

"Well done, Bake."

A trace of approval appeared on Roko's face.

Bake and his scout squad had completed this almost impossible task in just one day.

This was enough to prove how correct his decision to spend a huge amount of money to build this intelligence network was.

"According to intelligence obtained by our people who risked their lives to sneak in and investigate."

Bake's voice was very low.

"That warehouse is nominally a private property of Viscount Enade, but in reality, it is completely controlled by people from the Poison Scorpion Society."

"The person in charge of the warehouse is a high-level deacon of the Poison Scorpion Society, codenamed 'Black Scorpion'."

"His strength is at least at the late Bronze stage."

"Under him, there are about two hundred elite thugs of the Poison Scorpion Society and three hundred private guards of Viscount Enade, guarding the place together."

"The warehouse stores a large amount of materials, the most important of which is that red potion."

"Every three days, they have a secret transport team that sends the potion to the Dwarf Mountains."

"And the next transport time is tonight at midnight."

A cold light flashed in Roko's eyes.

Truly, heaven is helping me.

He slammed the map onto the table heavily.

"Bake, you and your scouts have worked hard."

"Go down and rest first; leave the next things to me."

"Master! I'm not tired!"

Bake's eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

"Please allow me to go with you!"

"I want to personally avenge the brothers who died at the hands of the Poison Scorpion Society!"

Roko looked at Bake's bloodshot but still firm eyes and nodded.

"Good."

"Then you follow Hart and be responsible for the cleaning work on the perimeter."

"Yes! Thank you, Master!"

Bake hammered his breastplate excitedly again before retreating.

A perfect surprise attack plan quickly took shape in his mind.

What he wanted was not just to destroy this stronghold and intercept those potions.

What he wanted was total annihilation!

He wanted to make the Poison Scorpion Society and Viscount Enade feel skin-deep pain!

He wanted to use thunderous means to tell all the enemies hidden in the shadows.

If you dare to touch my people, you must be prepared to be uprooted!

He stood up and walked out of the council hall.

On the training ground outside the castle.

One hundred Storm Knights wearing full sets of Obsidian Gold heavy armor had already assembled.

They sat astride warhorses also wearing Obsidian Gold horse armor, like one hundred silent steel statues exuding the aura of death. Hart stood at the very front of the team.

His face carried a trace of impatient excitement.

Seeing Roko walk out, he immediately mounted his horse.

"Master!"

Roko nodded; he had no extra nonsense.

He mounted his horse, walked to the very front of the team, and drew the longsword at his waist.

That longsword, which had once cut off the head of an orc warlord and had also shattered the radiance of the Temple of Light's holy relic.

At this moment, in the afterglow of the setting sun, it flashed with a cold, heart-stopping cold light.

"Target, Black Stone Town."

His voice spread across the entire training ground.

"Set off!"

"Boom!"

One hundred warhorses took their steps at the same time.

The earth began to tremble under the torrent of steel.

They did not take the main gate but left Vanguard Valley silently through the secret passage of the castle.

Like a group of avengers walking in the shadows.

Black Stone Town is located in a chaotic hilly area in the eastern part of Xin Feng Province.

During the day, it is relatively calm here.

Merchants, mercenaries, and adventurers from all over the world conduct transactions here.

And when night falls, this place truly reveals its ferocious face.

Slaughter, robbery, conspiracy, betrayal.

Every night, countless sins are staged here.

And every night, countless corpses are quietly thrown into the mass grave outside the town.

Tonight, as usual.

The taverns in the town are still crowded with mercenaries and thugs who are drunk.

The air is filled with the unpleasant smell of inferior ale, sweat, and vomit.

No one noticed.

In the shadows on the outskirts of Black Stone Town, black figures were silently taking care of the sentries responsible for vigilance.

Bake and his scouts were like the most efficient grim reapers.

Every time their daggers swept past, a life was inevitably harvested silently.

Soon, the perimeter defenses of Black Stone Town were cleaned up completely.

The wall of the warehouse was five meters high and covered with sharp iron spikes.

Every twenty meters, there was a tall watchtower.

Guards holding powerful crossbows were vigilantly scanning the surrounding darkness.

The gate of the warehouse was cast from heavy steel, enough to withstand the impact of a battering ram.

The defenses here were even more rigorous than some small noble castles.

But in Roko's eyes, these were all like paper.

He made a gesture to Hart behind him.

Hart understood immediately.

He took down a special heavy crossbow forged by dwarves from his back.

"Shoo!"

A slight sound of breaking through the air.

A black crossbow bolt, like a viper's fangs, precisely pierced the throat of a guard on the nearest watchtower.

That guard didn't even have time to hum before he clutched his neck and fell down.

Almost at the same time.

Other knights also raised the heavy crossbows in their hands one after another.

"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!"

Almost at the same time.

The other knights also raised the heavy crossbows in their hands one after another.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"