Thodr repeated this observation three times until Guo Jiang was absolutely certain that he had drawn the key rune to the orc prison correctly. Each attempt refined the pattern, bringing it closer to the perfection demanded by ancient magic."My memory is sometimes unreliable when dealing with magic," Guo Jiang thought to himself as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. The mental strain of precise runic work was exhausting, requiring focus that drained both body and spirit.At that time, he had completed the rune writing correctly, each line glowing with satisfied power. The symbols pulsed with contained energy, responding to the accuracy of their construction like locks recognizing the proper key."Let's wait a moment until the runes take effect on the prison door!" His voice carried anticipation mixed with uncertainty, for ancient magic followed its own time.Waiting is the most boring moment in the world, especially when fate hangs in the balance.Guo Jiang and Thodr waited for the

Doubt filled the musty basement like a thick fog, clinging to the damp stone walls where centuries of moisture had carved deep grooves. The ancient air hung heavy with the scent of decay and forgotten magic.The figure seemed incredulous at Guo Jiang's words, his ghostly form flickering between solid and translucent in the dim torchlight."Don't talk nonsense! There's no way the royal family would visit this cursed prison." His voice echoed through the cavernous chamber, bouncing off walls that had witnessed countless years of suffering. "They wouldn't even set foot in this place. The king would never even think of it!"From doubt, he slowly began to grow angry, his spectral aura darkening like storm clouds gathering before a tempest. The temperature in the basement dropped noticeably, frost beginning to form on the iron bars of ancient cells."We've been waiting here for hundreds of years, hoping for freedom after being locked up for hundreds of years!" His voice rose to a thunderous

BLAM!Guo Jiang saw that the Orc Ghost immediately became restless, his spectral form flickering wildly like a candle flame in a hurricane. The very foundations of the prison seemed to shake with the force of his emotional response.Spending hundreds of years in a world that was no longer part of their existence as ghosts was exhausting beyond mortal comprehension.Returning to the world where they belonged, the realm of the dead where their spirits could find peace, was the longing of all the restless Orc ghosts. It was a dream that had sustained them through centuries of torment, the only light in an endless darkness of imprisonment.If they were forced to remain in the mortal world, they would be the most despicable creatures, neither living nor properly dead. They would have no honor at all, no place in either realm. Yet they were once respected as an army of darkness, feared warriors who had commanded respect on countless battlefields.With a trembling voice that carried the weig

In the meeting room of the Governor of Nip North City, shadows danced across ancient stone walls as flickering candlelight cast an ominous glow. Guo Jiang sat surrounded by city officials, his robes of deep crimson silk rustling like whispered secrets in the tense atmosphere.The young judge Yurst adjusted his ceremonial sword at his side, the blade's pommel catching the amber light. Beside him stood the Commander of the Cavalry, General Yama, his weathered hands resting on his war-worn saber hilt.The Commander of the Army, General Dawa, stood rigid as mountain stone, his iron-plated armor bearing scars from countless battles. Next to him, the Commander of the Archers, General Nyima, her keen eyes sharp as hawk talons, carried herself with the deadly grace of one who had never missed her mark.Admiral Katomi, a Vellenor Navy General, completed the circle of war leaders, his sea-weathered cloak still carrying the salt scent of distant shores. These were the important figures who atten

"They are still waiting to launch their attack on the western edge of the city, positioned like wolves preparing to strike at sheep." The image he painted was one of imminent danger, predators circling their prey."They are hiding their faces and appearances behind black cloaks that flutter in the wind like the wings of carrion birds!" Each detail he provided painted a picture of supernatural menace."Their leader is wearing a golden cloak that gleams like captured sunlight, marking him as one of great importance among the shadow warriors!" The young soldier's report continued with growing confidence.Hearing the young soldier's report, the four generals and the young judge were shocked, their faces pale as morning mist. They immediately drew their swords with the fluid motion of seasoned warriors, steel singing as it cleared leather sheaths."How dare they! That cursed Udristan has stolen the initiative by attacking us first, striking like a serpent in the darkness." Dawa, the comman