Ronald imdiately set off, moving at great speed.
Even without using a flying spell, he reached the direction Martha pointed out within fifteen minutes.
—The situation was very dire.
What appeared before Ronald was a noisy crowd, high leaping firelight, and a broken palace wall.
This was Orel’s palace!
The source of chaos in the city was right here; the palace amidst the festival is facing sudden upheaval!
"Wait... the treasury?!"
Ronald hadn’t yet investigated the cause of the chaos here before the thought popped into his mind.
Could the two church personnel responsible for guarding the treasury be involved?
Thinking this, Ronald bypassed the panicked crowd and headed toward the treasury’s location.
On the way, he saw the singing orcs.
Their power and external spell system were completely different.
Accompanied by the urgent singing, the originally burning firelight was suppressed. Unfortunately, the fire here was intense; with the orcs’ singing strength, completely extinguishing it would take quite so ti.
"..."
"No wonder they are eager to find Orel."
The orcs were indeed struggling to combat the fire with song.
But if it were Orel... Even though this King of Giant Beasts wasn’t a match for Ronald or the Nine Commandnts, handling such a fire situation was certainly a piece of cake.
With a worried yet relieved heart, Ronald soon arrived at the treasury’s location.
Upon reaching here, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The treasury was originally remote; neither the chaos nor the fire had disturbed this place.
Ronald imdiately stepped forward, entering the interior of the treasury.
Passing through the perception shielding barrier, he instantly sensed the emotional fluctuations of the two church casters.
"Mr. Ronald!"
"Why are you here? It’s almost the ti to enter the sealing process, right?"
The two church personnel noticed soone entering and imdiately showed themselves.
Upon seeing it was Ronald.
Although their faces displayed concern about the outside chaos, more of their emotions was puzzlent over Ronald’s presence here.
The ti was approaching night.
This powerful caster ought to be focusing entirely on entering the Holy City related affairs. No reason for him to co to the treasury alone, when ritual completion is critical. The situation here was already the church’s internal issue.
Ronald perceived their guard and could empathize with their tension.
He imdiately halted his inward steps to show his stance and then pointed his hand to the ground above:
"I ca here precisely for entering the seal."
"The ceremony to enter the Holy City is at the final juncture, but there’s chaos here. I cannot let things continue to develop without intervening, letting this ritual get affected ultimately, right?"
"So what has happened here, what is the chaos outside all about?"
After hearing Ronald’s explanation, the two church casters exchanged a look.
They accepted this reasoning, and one of them stepped forward, showing an apologetic expression to Ronald:
"I’m sorry, we’re also not sure of the situation."
"The Holy Minister entrusted us with the task of guarding the treasury, awaiting colleagues to take over. So upon detecting chaos outside, we imdiately started guarding the treasury..."
As the church caster said this, Ronald also noticed traces of their actions ntioned.
Within the treasury and on the surrounding walls.
The magic power recently set up was constructing a form, an unfinished defensive barrier already showing its shape.
anwhile, the church caster continued:
"The information we have is that this chaos started probably about two hours ago, at which ti the noise outside was most severe, we could even directly hear commotion from inside the treasury."
"..."
"I see... I understand."
Ronald didn’t linger; he imdiately bid farewell to the two.
Since the treasury here had no issues, he had no reason to continue disrupting the church casters’ work.
Quickly leaving the underground, Ronald returned to the palace above.
The surroundings were still chaotic, entering was easy, without much effort, he reached the center of the chaos.
Unlike other places enveloped in firelight.
The number of orcs here was significant, but the urgent flas had already been extinguished. They divided into two groups, the larger group’s side surrounded the other in confrontation on the scorching ruins.
When Ronald arrived, the inner side’s lead was speaking:
"Madn! Look at what you’ve done?"
"When Lord Orel returns, you unlawful ones will certainly face severe punishnt! Now if you turn back, maybe he will rcifully spare you!"
These orcs were dressed as palace guards, and their loyal words to Orel were evident.
Yet the threats only brought ridicule.
Among the surrounding orcs, soone imdiately led the taunting:
"Lord Orel?"
"Do you still think he’s unbeatable, the ruler of Songforest?"
"Co on!"
"Days ago, the outsiders already defeated that coward. Look around here, even as we break into his palace, burn his property, that failed guy hasn’t shown up!"
As the mocking voice faded, people around quickly chid in.
They either followed to insult Orel or threaten the surrounded orcs; malicious words spread through the space.
Especially here in Songforest.
Many orcs sang fast-paced ditties; the power of their songs wasn’t strong, but accumulated, it brought substantial pressure.
The encirclent slowly shrank; threats drew closer.
Seeing this, the surrounded orc leader knew there was no retreat, could only hold his weapon and shout:
"Prepare for battle!"
"This group of maniacs defying authority, an unforgivable cri!"
In an instant, the palace guards started singing loudly.
They sang with unified majestic lyrics, brandishing weapons, charging toward the surrounding orcs.
The battle was imminent.
Facing warriors trained daily, the orcs surrounding them were definitely no match.
In normal circumstances, a single charge would likely scatter them.
But Songforest was different.
Among the surrounds, an orc sang a special tune, stirring others’ inner rage and greed, letting them bravely fight despite danger.
Coupled with their nurical advantage.
The originally should-be-defeated surrounders even managed to encircle the palace guards, gradually gaining the upper hand!
The palace guards’ leader was extrely valiant.
With a spear in hand, empowered by the song, he swiftly toppled several, quickly approaching the surrounds’ leader, with lyrics echoing the scene:
"Foolish rebels, insurgents defying the ruler, under my king’s brilliance, you shall face annihilation!"
In the song, the charging guards’ leader resembled a hero from tales.
However, the person facing the charge showed no panic.
He arrogantly pointed to the fla-ravaged ground and cursed:
"Fool, still talking about Orel!"
"Look around, do you still think he can co back?"
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