Having made arrangements for his family, Earl Lanton stepped into a secret chamber alone. As an old established noble family, how could they not have their own secret methods?
Unable to withstand the onslaught of the Orc Army, it did not mean that they couldn't cause problems for the orcs. If one was about to die, naturally every possible effort should be made to drag the enemy down with them.
"Hehehe..."
"After so many years, someone finally came. You boy from the Leibron Family, can it be that your ancestors died too early and forgot to tell you about our grudge?"
The eerie and terrifying voice sent shivers down their spines. The phantom figures dancing around extinguished the oil lamp in Earl Lanton's hand.
"How our ancestors were, is not for you to worry about. This time, I came to see if you, the witch who used to dominate the continent, have perished.
Since you are alive and well, I can rest easy. Maybe tomorrow, or the day after, anyhow you will be able to go out soon.
