CHAPTER 226: CHAPTER 156: SAVE ME (5K)

Handing a bowl of barley porridge to Anthony, Hall sat down by the fire.

Anthony glanced at the steaming barley porridge, its surface a mere white liquid, barely visible with a few grains.

Yet inside the barley porridge, there were a few pieces of meat.

Not minding the heat from the freshly poured porridge, he gulped it down in one go.

His throat bobbed several times as the barley porridge in the bowl was consumed completely.

Holding the clay bowl in his hands, Anthony said solemnly, "Is the food gone again?"

Hall hesitated and said, "Sir, it ran out two days ago. The remaining barley can only make such thin porridge..."

Anthony acknowledged with a sound, his eyes fixated on the flames in the bonfire.

The bonfire’s flames leapt in his eyes and across his face.

Hall’s words were still hesitant, "Lord Anthony... continuing like this... is not a solution!"

"Without food, morale will crumble. Continuing like this... the team will disperse!"

At this point.

Anthony shifted his gaze from the flames, staring directly at Hall, his words almost accusatory, "Then what do you think I should do?"

Feeling the change in Anthony’s tone, Hall was horrified and quickly stood up, kneeling before Anthony.

Anthony continued, "It was you who asked me to go to Morrison Manor; you who asked me to plunder villages; and you who asked me to flee!"

"Now you tell me continuing like this isn’t a solution... it’s still you."

"Hall, you really put me in a difficult position!"

Hall’s forehead pressed tightly against the ground, his whole body trembling as if sifting chaff.

Such a scene.

Naturally drew the attention of the surrounding Iron Blood Brotherhood members.

They dared not speak, only watching from a distance.

Feeling the oppressive aura from Anthony, Hall pleaded, "Sir, please spare me... everything I’ve done was for the Brotherhood!"

"Never with hidden motives!"

As he spoke, Hall repeatedly kowtowed, causing small stones in the dirt to break his forehead, yet he did not stop.

A few seconds later.

Anthony snorted coldly, "Stop."

"If there were any hidden motives, you would already be dead!"

Hearing Anthony’s words, Hall finally stopped.

A strong dizziness made Hall feel like the world was spinning.

Anthony’s gaze turned to the flames again, speaking in a deep voice, "Tell me, how should the Iron Blood Brotherhood break this deadlock..."

Hall resumed his seat by the fire, his mind racing furiously.

However, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t think of a way to change the situation.

Hall’s already disheveled face became increasingly grim.

He hesitantly looked at Anthony beside him, stammering, "Sir... I... I can’t think of how to break it..."

In the encirclement by the Iron Blood Brotherhood, they suffered heavy casualties, and their strength sharply decreased.

Now, with food exhausted and stuck in the forest, morale was falling apart.

Counting less than thirty people, such a team, such force, couldn’t even match villages with larger populations!

Yet without plundering, they couldn’t obtain more food.

Without food, they couldn’t replenish stamina, recruit more refugees, or expand the team’s strength!

Hall felt the Iron Blood Brotherhood was trapped in a dead end!

Looking at the bonfire before him, growing fiercer in the mountain breeze,

Hall’s heart grew increasingly agitated.

What to do?

What to do?

How to break free?

Just as Hall was racking his brain, his eyes widened suddenly, shocked.

He saw the flames in the bonfire suddenly flowing like water!

The flowing flames formed a human outline!

After rubbing his eyes in disbelief, Hall confirmed he wasn’t mistaken.

"Anthony... sir..."

He looked at Anthony beside him, finding that Anthony had the same expression.

In the next second.

Anthony’s body leapt up, a loud shout erupting from his mouth.

"Get out!"

With a swish, his Knight’s Two-Handed Sword was drawn, its sharp tip pointing to the darkness behind.

Hall instantly understood, realizing something strange was approaching!

Not only Hall, but other Brotherhood members by the fire also drew their weapons.

A symphony of metal scraping filled the air.

Their gazes fixed ahead.

There was a stretch of pitch-black darkness, the forest’s edge—beyond the fire’s reach.

Though they couldn’t see what was hidden in the dark,

They could feel a cold gaze staring back at them!

Like a prey watched by a Hunter.

Anthony’s eyes narrowed slightly; he shouted again.

"I told you to get out!"

Everyone’s throats bobbed as they tightened their grips on their weapons.

Under their watchful eyes, a black figure slowly emerged from the darkness...

Their eyes widened instantly, filled with awe.

That figure seemed to separate from the darkness itself.

Completely pitch-black, without a face, without features...

There was only the silhouette of an extraordinarily voluptuous female body!

Behind the woman’s silhouette were inky black lines pulling...

As if maintaining the woman’s form or attempting to drag her into the darkness.