Chapter 1530: Chapter 1524: The Final Order
"Is this guy... the guest that Lord Orel welcomed earlier?"
"He’s that outsider!"
Ronald’s arrival immediately sparked intense discussion among the orcs.
However, the orcs weren’t interested in what he just said; their entire attention was focused on the identity of the man in front of them.
After all, just a moment ago, the discussion in the plaza had hinted at the dangers posed by these outsiders. Ronald’s actions in saving the orc official further revealed the position of both sides clearly.
In this situation, the orc chiefs still reacted the fastest.
"Is it you? Scoundrel!"
With a roar full of power, the orc chief once again gripped his spear and launched an unstoppable charge at Ronald.
Yet the scene that unfolded next was something the orc chiefs found hard to accept.
Or rather, it was a scene that no orc present could have imagined a second earlier.
The orc chief who was considered the best among them in terms of strength.
He let out a roar in anger, stabbing with all his might!
Ronald did not dodge or evade; he simply pinched the spear tip coming at him with two fingers.
No matter how much force the orc chief applied.
The spear seemed nailed in the air, not moving an inch.
Then Ronald merely lifted his wrist, and the orc chief, who was tightly holding onto the spear, was lifted and slammed onto the ground.
Bang—!
Ronald undoubtedly spared him.
The orc chief slammed into the ground didn’t die on the spot nor did he lose consciousness.
But even then, the intense pain coursing through his body prevented him from standing, forcing him to crawl painfully on the ground.
"You, you bastard..."
Watching the orc chief crawl, trying to reach him without letting go of the spear.
Ronald stepped forward and struck him directly on the neck.
Smack—
With a soft sound, the already severely injured orc chief instantly fell unconscious, incapable of standing again.
"Hit like this, better to rest well."
After knocking out this loyal guy, Ronald casually shifted his gaze around:
"Alright, can everyone consider the options I’m offering now?"
"..."
Ronald was met with silence.
Perhaps among the orcs, there were those loyal to Orel.
But when faced with such a stark difference in power, their initial helplessness left them unable to act.
Only the rebel leader overcame fear and spoke proactively:
"Outsider, was Orel defeated by you?"
Ronald didn’t answer instantly but asked in return:
"Does that mean—you are ready to seek the truth?"
The rebel leader nodded without hesitation:
"Of course! I don’t want to lose my chance to know the truth like that unconscious guy."
Ronasde slightly nodded, still not answering immediately, but instead directed his questioning gaze to the other orcs present:
"And what about you? Are you all choosing the same answer as him?"
"..."
The truth was—no one spoke.
It was as if the rebel leader possessed all the courage of the orcs present.
In this moment of oppressive atmosphere, not a single person dared to continue speaking.
"Alright." Ronald shrugged, "I can tell you about the issue with Orel. A few days ago, that guy..."
"Mr. Ronald!"
Just then, Water, whom Ronald had just saved, spoke up.
This orc official kneeled half on the ground, looking at Ronald with pleading eyes:
"They only wish to know the truth and have no intention of stopping you."
"..."
In actuality, Ronald was indeed prepared to take some extreme measures.
But the official’s pleading gesture made him hesitant.
After all, even faced with a life-threatening situation earlier, this orc official adhered to their agreement, not exposing any information about Ronald and the others.
Ronald broke his plan and acted to assist precisely because of this reason.
Now, seeing Water’s attitude...
"Despicable outsiders, do you think we would believe your lies!"
Suddenly, a voice broke through the dilemma.
Ronald turned to look.
At some point, someone from the palace guards emerged again.
Some of them boldly stepped forward, swiftly dragging the unconscious orc chief back to their formation, while others formed a line blocking Ronald’s view.
After the initial fear brought by strength.
These guards, who dared to engage in a battle with rebels despite being outnumbered, regained their courage and chose to confront the invincible enemy before them!
"..."
"In normal circumstances, I wouldn’t dislike such courage from you. However now... I’m sorry."
As he spoke, Ronald began chanting a spell.
The fiery environment perfectly suited the casting of his spell.
[The Power of Solaris] burned fiercely on the ruins, blocking any chance for the orcs to escape. Meanwhile, the hellish black mist spread all around, like smoke rising amidst the flames.
In an instant, the entire ruins were completely engulfed in flames.
From the outside, it seemed like this place had plunged back into a fiery calamity, and nobody was aware of what was transpiring at the moment.
But if someone with extremely sensitive hearing were nearby.
They would be able to hear a sigh through the flames and the mist:
"Rest assured, I won’t hit too hard."
"..."
A few short minutes passed, yet the flames still burned.
But where moments ago countless orcs stood, only Water still remained standing on the ground.
Ronald, having sheathed the Sword of Saint Catherine, and the newly appeared Martha stood before him.
The young priest of the sacrosanct looked around then at the sky shrouded by flames:
"Nightfall is near, and the ritual is about to end."
Ronald nodded in agreement:
"We should make a move."
Before leaving, Ronald didn’t forget the orc official who had just kept their secrets, so he finally said:
"Water, if you wish, we can take you away in this final moment."
Ronald hadn’t mercilessly slain the orcs present.
If Water remained here, once the orcs awakened, he would face a hopeless trial.
However, the orc official shook his head and declined this kindness:
"No, let me stay here."
"..."
"I respect your choice."
Ronald didn’t interfere with Water’s decision.
With limited time, he and Martha immediately moved, their figures soon vanishing in the flames.
But unexpectedly.
After Ronald and Martha left, the half-closed-eyed orc official saw Orel’s doppelganger—who had always been inactive—suddenly stepping forward and approaching him.
Water looked up and found Orel’s doppelganger displaying a smile he was incredibly familiar with, not one of mechanical response:
"Water, here’s your final order."
"Tell them the truth about my departure."
The next moment, Orel’s doppelganger disintegrated into blood and flesh, completely vanishing.
Leaving behind the orc official, lonely in body and spirit, sitting amidst the ruins, pondering the firelight before him.
