Hail the King Chapter 187.1

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HTK Chapter 187: Death is everywhere (Part one)

Alpha sighed and looked up to the sky as an insidious scent mingled around him. No one knew what he was thinking. After a while, he touched his beard, as usual, smiled and said, “To all Kings, His Majesty is still young, and too ambitious. He will understand we are doing this for his own good as time goes on. Please continue our plan. Don’t worry too much, even if His Majesty wants to place blame, it’s all on me!”

The Black Stone King was less worried after Alpha made his promise. He gritted his teeth and said, “With that being said, I’m going to prepare!”

Thrace King had a tiny but strong physique with a head of brown curly hair, wearing a gown, a pair of long and bold eyebrows just like a pair of big knife hanging above his eyes. He said, “Haha, amazing, this time we will let the Chambord King suffers!”


Old man Alpha nodded and said, “With the help from two Kings, I now feel assured. I will send the elites from the Empire’s Horsemen Sector to assist you two. This time, we cannot make any mistakes.”


“Masters from the Empire’s Horseman Sector? Great!”

Both Black Stone King and Thrace were delighted. They were more confident with the coming plan, although both didn’t understand why Alpha hated the Chambord King so much and spent so much effort to deal with Fei. The enemy’s enemy was an ally, so they accepted Alpha’s help.


Seeing all the Fierce Wind Wolf bodies covering the ground fifty meters away, everyone in the Soros Caravan including Redknapp were shocked and were breathing hard. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

Almost five hundred magic wolves were charging forward for ten minutes.

If it was the Soros Caravan’s forty people, even though they had elites on their team, under this situation, it was inevitable to have people injured and dead…but now, what did they see?

They saw the elf-prince-like blonde teenager suppress the coming of magic wolves fifty meters away from their campsite with only his bow and arrows. None of the wolves could come up to the teenager within fifty meters. That border, just like the Goddess of Death had drawn a death-line, no matter how ferocious the wolves were, when they got closer, they would be dead for sure.


The magical rhythmical vibration of the bowstring was still sounding in everyone’s ears.

For the last ten minutes, every time the bowstring sounded, there would be a wolf that gets shot with no exception.

How incredible was this archery skill?

Although the overall power of these wolves was not high, the characteristics of the Fierce Wind Wolves were that they were agile and speedy during night time. Under this circumstance, the regular archer couldn’t even catch their route.

More surprisingly, the way and speed at which the blonde teenager shot was rapid. After shooting an arrow, another arrow was ready on the bow, shooting a straight line.

During the process, the fat meat mountain who was crossing his arm did one thing only, which was changing the quiver for the blonde man ten times. Every quiver held a hundred arrows, which meant the blonde young man shot a thousand arrows in ten minutes.

The young lady Shirley and the white swordsman were shocked.

Redknapp was amazed, not from his shooting skills since there were a lot of skillful archers in Zenit. The elf race’s superior shooting skills were even more well-known, even better than Torres’s performance. What amazed Redknapp the most was Torres’s age, talent, and background. It was hard to believe that he was a teenager from Chambord, a small country. He was just a poor man, never receiving any professional training but had such a high achievement. He couldn’t believe how scary his talent was!

The most incredible thing was Redknapp saw something on the blonde young man that he had never seen before – that young man with the arrow standing on a rock under the moon was just like a beautiful painting.

“This young man, he was born for archery!” Redknapp summarized.

He couldn’t help but look at the Chambord King’s tent, it was still dark, Redknapp could imagine the Chambord King was hugging his wife and sleeping… the Chambord King, how could he sleep so peacefully at a time like this!

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