An Enemy Attack Just As He Was About To Blood Roar City?

[Ding. Detected that Host has subdued the black tortoise. Do you want to merge?]

"Yes!"

[Ding! Congratulations to Host for successfully fusing with the black tortoise and obtaining the genes—10 Times Defense]

Inside the cottage, Mitchell slowly closed his eyes, feeling the change inside him.

His muscles became tighter and his skin became as hard as iron.

Now, Mitchell probably wouldn't be hurt at all even if he was facing the sharpest sword in the world.

After his body gradually stopped changing, Mitchell slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the Silver Dragon Armor on his body and laughed bitterly.

To think that the treasure he had just earned would turn into something of little value!

It was unappetizing but yet not bad enough to be thrown away.

"Fine. I'll just wear it first."

Just as he was pondering, someone knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

After receiving a response, the door was immediately opened.

It was Chester.

After Chester entered the house, he instinctively looked around and asked in puzzlement,

"Third Prince, where is the black tortoise?"

"I ate it."

"…"

Seeing Mitchell's calm expression, Chester cleared his throat and bowed,

"Congratulations to the Third Prince for winning the championship of the Strength Competition!"

Mitchell hurried over to help Chester up.

Chester was probably the only person in the entire Blood Roar City who had never underestimated Mitchell since he was young.

So, Mitchell did have some feelings for Chester.

Chester slowly looked up at Mitchell as he said emotionally,

"I never expected you would be so formidable, Third Prince."

"Your old servant has misjudged you all these years."

Chester spoke without any flattery or tact.

And Mitchell didn't mind either.

He could naturally tell who had ill intentions in their words and who had good intentions in theirs.

Mitchell smiled and said softly,

"Thank you for taking care of me all these years, Butler."

Chester waved his hand and said,

"In the future, the Third Prince will no longer need to be taken care of by this old servant. The King has already ordered me to bring the Third Prince to the palace. The Third Prince doesn't have to come back to this cabin anymore."

Upon hearing that, Mitchell's expression suddenly turned severe. It left Chester confused.

"Erm… did I say something wrong?"

"No, it's none of your business."

Mitchell shook his head and then said calmly,

"You go back first. I won't be going back. If the city lord asks about me, just tell him I'm out traveling."

With that, Mitchell picked up the luggage that he had prepared and walked out of the cabin.

Chester slowly sighed as he watched Mitchell walk away.

Chester had seen how Xeno had treated Mitchell over the years.

Although it was inappropriate to think that way, Chester had already treated Mitchell as his own son.

Chester could understand Mitchell's current decision and wouldn't even think of stopping him.

After a long while, Chester bowed deeply to Mitchell's retreating back.

"Have a safe journey, Your Highness."

***

Mitchell's accommodation was actually in a very poor location as he was not valued by Xeno.

It was very close to the city gate.

This kind of place was usually reserved for the people of the lowest caste in the city.

That was because the orcs were a war-mongering race. They often started wars and had offended many other races.

Hence, the orcs often had wars.

Under such circumstances, the location near to the city gates was undoubtedly the most dangerous place.

Sometimes, they would even be forced to act as temporary soldiers to defend against the enemy's attacks.

Mitchell stood and looked at the city wall outside his door for a long time.

Although he had only transmigrated to this world today, the memories in his mind were extremely realistic.

Every detail seemed to have really happened to Mitchell.

Hence, Mitchell, who was about to leave Blood Roar City, felt somewhat emotional.

"Goodbye, Blood Roar City."

Looking at the city wall, Mitchell said softly, as if he was bidding farewell to the land beneath his feet.

After bidding farewell, Mitchell stepped out of the city gate and prepared to leave the Blood Roar City that he had grown up in.

And right at that moment, an alarm sounded on the city gate.

"The enemy is attacking!"

"The enemy is attacking!"

"The enemy is attacking!"

An enemy attack?

Mitchell's heart skipped a beat.

Did he have to encounter such an unlucky incident just as he was about to leave the Blood Roar City?

Wasn't this too f*cking coincidental?

However, Mitchell had already made up his mind to leave Blood Roar City.

Therefore, the survival of Blood Roar City naturally had nothing to do with him any longer.

He could just let the enemy attack go.

As long as his safety was not compromised, Mitchell would not care at all.

After thinking it through, Mitchell continued forward, preparing to leave this place.

But Mitchell stood still after he had only taken a few steps.

Looking out at the endless plain, Mitchell was slightly stunned.

What happened to the enemy attack?

Why wasn't there anyone here?

In the very next second, there was a piercing sound.

Mitchell's eyes narrowed before he raised his right hand and clenched it.

A spear was firmly grasped in Mitchell's hand.

Looking at the spearhead less than ten centimeters away from his face, Mitchell narrowed his eyes and then looked up at the sky.

He only saw countless densely packed black figures in the sky that blotted out the sun. They were great in strength and impetus.

No wonder there was no one on the ground.

It turned out that the people who had come to attack were actually the Winged Man race.

Instantly, a vicious look flashed across Mitchell's eyes.

I don't want to cause trouble for you, but you came to provoke me.

Now, don't blame me for being ruthless.

Without any hesitation, Mitchell immediately turned his spear around and threw it at the sky with all his strength.

With a sound that was even more piercing than the one before, the spear flew toward the winged people.

With a poof, a defenseless winged man was pierced through by the spear and fell to the ground.

As if it was a signal, the winged people in the sky immediately charged towards the lone orc on the ground with rage.

Countless spears rained down from the sky. All of them aimed at Mitchell.

Instantly, there was a clanging sound beyond the city gate.

These spears seemed to have struck an extremely hard steel when they struck Mitchell's body.

After a round of spears were thrown, Mitchell was completely unscathed!

Looking at the winged people in the sky, Mitchell narrowed his eyes and sneered,

"You guys are done attacking, so it's my turn now!"