Chapter 1528: Chapter 1522: There Won’t Be Any Problems!

"Don’t bring your ridiculous delusions into reality!"

When the topic turned to Orel, the head guard was instantly enraged by the ridicule of the person in front of him.

He roared, his voice carrying a power that enveloped his spear with a red light. Wielding his weapon, he thrust towards his enemy like a flash of lightning.

Thud—

The strike, full of fury, was firmly blocked by the enemy.

At the critical moment, the rebellious attacker pulled out a polished bronze shield, directly opposing the head guard’s spear.

The roaring spear tip couldn’t penetrate an inch.

The smooth shield surface didn’t even leave a scratch, let alone a dent or damage.

The head guard stared wide-eyed, surprised and angry.

The enemy suddenly exerted force, parried the spear, then followed with a solid kick to his chest.

"Ah!"

The kick landed squarely, knocking the head guard back.

"False sounds can’t defeat me." The enemy who had knocked him down stepped forward but did not pursue, instead looking down at the head guard, "Cois, I know your loyalty to that guy. But the joke is, the one you are loyal to is long gone. What you hope for now is merely a puppet being manipulated!"

While revealing the truth, the shield-bearing orc approached the head guard:

"Cois, I don’t wish to take your life here."

"Now that the vile man has chosen to flee, this city needs new order and someone to maintain it."

"And you are the one..."

Clang—

As the rebellious orc tried to persuade him, the head guard on the ground suddenly swung his spear.

The weapons clashed again, and taking advantage of the moment, the head guard leaped up and distanced himself from the enemy:

"Shut up! Do you think I will be swayed by such laughable nonsense?"

"This city, everything I have, was given by Lord Orel! How dare you hope for me to commit such a despicable act of betrayal!"

On the other side, the rebellious one who had been repelled didn’t seem angry.

He watched the head guard who was yelling at him, a smile of seeming mastery on his face:

"That’s right, such strong will is quite good!"

"Then let me ask you, Cois. If I present evidence that Orel has already left here and abandoned you, abandoned everything here, would you still reject me as you do now?"

The head guard did not want to discuss such rebellious words with the attacker.

He gripped his spear tightly, aimed at the enemy’s head, shouting as he was about to charge anew: "What are you talking about, nonsense..."

"Stop it, all of you!"

As the battle intensified, a voice suddenly appeared, interrupting the combat between the two sides.

This voice was shared by many, with a special rhythmic power, utilizing the power of [Song in the Forest] in a manner similar to Word Soul, momentarily freezing the chaotic scene.

Controlling so many orcs in an instant, this shouting power was clearly unsustainable for long.

But it was enough.

In an instant, everyone ceased fighting, their eyes shifting from those in front of them to the direction from which the voice came.

Thus, those originally locked in a bitter fight saw dozens of orcs hastening towards them, across a cleared patch of fire-ravaged ruins.

Leading them was the person over whom the head guard and rebel had been disputing.

——Orel.

Of course, this couldn’t be the real deal.

In fact, Orel’s current duplicate was receiving treatment appropriate to his identity. This fellow had been securely tied up with ropes, escorted by two guards with angry faces.

Even worse, a beastman official who had previously chosen to assist Ronald and his crew was being escorted behind Orel’s duplicate in the same manner.

Stopping the combat between the orcs.

Then, as in a parade, the group brought their prisoners face to face with everyone.

"Lord Orel?!"

Witnessing this scene, the head guard who was still engaged in battle was shocked and angry.

Hardly thinking, he instinctively rushed to rescue the restrained duplicate of Orel.

However, he ran only a dozen meters towards them.

This head guard, who had just been shouting his loyalty, suddenly halted his steps.

"This, impossible... Ha ha, how is this possible?"

In the head guard’s understanding, or rather in the entire city’s orc perception.

——The power Orel possessed was considered absolute.

If he truly was the master ruling this city, there’s no way he would be paraded before them bound in ropes.

Then look at the expression of this ’Orel’ now.

Bound as he was, he even wore a festival-like smile on his face.

Seeing this, no matter how unwilling to believe, they could only accept the reality before them.

"What on earth is going on!" The head guard simply stopped glancing at Orel’s duplicate, instead turning to the enemy he had been fighting earlier, "Where did you find this impostor? You’ve already committed an unpardonable sin, yet you insist on continuing down this misguided path?"

In the head guard’s mind, the rebel who had spoken earlier was undoubtedly the greatest suspect for causing such an event.

The rebel, under the head guard’s scrutiny, smiled and retorted:

"If this is an impostor, then look behind and see how about Mr. Water?"

"..."

The head guard was silent.

The smiling rebel continued stepping forward, pointing at the newly arrived squad and announcing loudly:

"Come, tell our guard!"

"Where did you come from, and what is the situation with these two tied up people?"

Promptly following the rebel’s words.

One of Orel’s close guards, responsible for safeguarding the sacrificial festival site, spoke:

"We came from the square."

"This guy is just a fake who looks like Mr. Orel!"

"Recently, he has been replacing Lord Orel’s position, and Water seems to have played a very crucial role in this matter!"

"..."

As this guard spoke, the atmosphere in the arena changed instantaneously.

Even without earlier insight, now everyone realized what had been happening with the Orel appearing at the square in recent days.

Their true king, their true leader!

——Had long disappeared without a trace!

In an instant, the guards originally defending the palace began to question whether their actions were correct, while the rebels grew increasingly domineering due to undeniable facts.

Along the edge of the fire scene, sensing trouble, Ronald also had found the sacred-status priestess who had followed the squad:

"Martha, what is going on?"

"Didn’t you say you’d handle the square side, ensuring no mishaps?"

Facing the question, the young woman directly lowered her head.

"Sorry, this was my mistake."

"I didn’t expect my prepared Spell to be ineffective against these orcs!"