Mage Joan

Joan nodded and said to Frost Giant: "I'm here to guard Baldwin. Go ahead and open the prison door. Release the youths who were kidnapped by Baldwin. Wait a moment. They may need to be in the middle to match us and help the Ironhoof tribe. The leader got in touch and explained the cause and effect of the whole thing."

"Your considerations are very thorough, and I will let go."

Clark ran to the prison without a key, holding the iron fence with both hands and struggling to pull it directly from the door frame, throwing it aside.

The imprisoned young man dragged the heavy handcuffs and shackles out of the prison door, and Clark broke the shackles in the same simple and rough way to free the prisoners.

Baldwin's hands and feet were tied up, his mouth still unwilling to soften, and he kept trying to threaten and lure Joan and let him live a life.

Joan was too lazy to listen to him nagging, so he angrily warned him: "Either shut your stinky mouth, or go nagging at those who are kidnapped by you, I guess they are happy to talk to you."

Baldwin turned his head to see the group of prisoners who had rushed out of the cell. He immediately changed his face and huddled into a ball. The atmosphere did not dare to breathe, lest the man who was irritated could find him here.

At this time, the top of the spiral staircase leading to the ground came from the clutter of footsteps, and the light of the fire shook, followed by full of screams.

"Henry Baldwin! You are more sinister than a snake with a forked tongue, and a more disgusting species than the toad in the gutter!"

"I know you are hiding in the cellar below, and you are allowed to come out within one minute to accept the punishment you deserve, otherwise I will swear to the gods in the name of the Ironhoof tribal chief, kill your family and slaves, and burn you The house and the ranch, and finally I will execute you by myself, and pluck out your dark heart to feed the wild dog!"

The intimidators used human lingua franca, but the pronunciation was a little blunt, and it also contained some elven words, showing the typical language style of the Sagittarius.

"The man outside is Drogo Ironhoof." Clark released all the horse prisoners, picked Baldwin like a dog, and whispered to Joan: "This man, Drogo, has a fierce temper, and he has done it , We take Baldwin and go out to talk to him, lest he wait until impatient, and really order the indiscriminate killing of innocent people will not end well."

Joan nodded and followed the Frost Giant to the stairs leading to the surface.

A large group of warriors and horses surrounded the exit of the cellar, holding torches in their hands, and the courtyard was as bright as the day.

The young man headed by the horse is extraordinarily sturdy, with a bronze complexion, long chestnut hair tied into countless shawls and braids, wearing a golden breastplate, holding a spear, and his gloomy face to be frozen.

When the figures of Clark and Joan appeared at the stairwell, the eyes of the leader of the Centaur immediately fell on Frost Giant's face, with a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"How could it be you,'Frosty Fury' Clark Henil! I thought you were an upright man, and I didn't expect you to be bought by Baldwin. In order to earn those few stinky money, I was willing to fall to The black-hearted gangster is the bodyguard!"

"The son of Karon" Zhuo Ironhoof, don't let your misunderstanding hurt your old friend's heart!"

Clark looked solemn and told the Prince of Man in a solemn tone that Joan had never seen before.

"Calm down, my old friend, don't let your anger blind your reason, ask these people and friends behind me, ask these rescued prisoners, they will tell you the truth, tell you who helped them win their freedom! "

After hearing Clark's words, the prince's face changed slightly, and he whispered a few words with the group of people who walked out of the cellar.

"Clark Henil, my noble friend! Please forgive my disrespect just now, accept my apology, and allow me to take back those reckless words just now!"

The prince of horses was ashamed and bowed deeply to Frost Giant to apologize.

"I accept your apology, old friend Zhuoge, our misunderstanding is not difficult to eliminate, but some things are not so easy to settle, as a friend, I must give you some advice." Frost Giant said rightly.

"Do we have any other troubles?" Zhuo Tiehoo asked in surprise.

"You just cursed Henry Baldwin, I have no objection. This person is indeed as shameless as you said, but he only played a small role in this conspiracy, instructing Baldwin to kidnap the young people backstage. The boss is General Isaac Hook, the commander-in-chief of Prince Prince Garrison!"

"Dr. Zhuoge, I fully understand your eagerness for revenge, but Prince Harbor does not welcome the angry centaurs, you need to make a long-term plan."

Clark didn't go on talking.

Drogo Ironhoof is not as reckless as he looks, otherwise he will not be able to defeat many competitors and become the youngest patriarch of the Ironhoof tribe in history. He should understand his hints.

Zuogo Ironhoof's face changed continuously, and finally, as Clark expected, he suppressed his anger, Shen Sheng said:

"Thank you for your advice, my old friend, "Son of the Jungle" will never forgive enemies, just as we never betray friends. I will be patiently waiting for a better time for revenge, just like a hunter never minds spending more time on his own The sharpness of the javelin polishing was unmatched... However, before asking for justice from the behind-the-scenes emissary of Princes Harbor, I would first bring the mean villain Henry Baldwin back to the tribe and give an explanation to those who lost their relatives and friends."

"No problem, Henry Baldwin is at your disposal!"

Frost Giant grabbed Baldwin, who was scared to paralysis, and threw it to the prince.

"Dr. Zhuoge, please do not mention in front of others that my mage friend and I appeared here tonight. We are all people who are afraid of trouble and do not want to be involved in the conflict between your tribe and the conquering sect."

"Don't worry, my family and I will be tight-lipped about what happened tonight!"

Draco Ironhoof didn't even bother to look at Henry Baldwin, and motioned to the attendant to drag him away, then waved goodbye to Clark.

"Old friend, there will be a future."

Clark watched Zuogo's horses fly like a gust of wind, sighing in a complex mood, and turned to Joan: "I have a bad hunch, this will not end like this."

"Although the ending is somewhat unexpected, there are still many hidden dangers. At least Mr. Davis's troubles have been solved. There is no need to worry about the blight attack on the ranch. As for how the grudges between the Clan and the Hook will develop... …Then it’s none of your business.” Joan comforted him softly.

Clark nodded in agreement, and then said: "It's almost dawn, let's go back quickly, lest Dad worry."

Joanne followed in the footsteps of Frost Giant, leaving the burning house, avoiding the busy crowd, and hurried back to Davis's house.

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