Rotten cabbage, rotten eggs, and stones were thrown at Maxwell.

Those attacks didn't hurt his body, but the anger in his heart was growing stronger.

Maxwell had lost all face while being chased by these midgets, but he really didn't dare to randomly start fighting back. This was especially true when a portion of the gnome race chasing him were innocent civilians.

"Fellow tribesman, this human dared to kill a gnome in our own territory. An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. We must cut his head off and hang it outside our cave entrance. This will warn those lowly humans that we gnomes are a race that cannot be provoked!"

"Well said! Kill him!"

"Catch up to him and don't let him escape! We must avenge Lord Ben!"

More and more gnomes were joining the chase.

It was unknown when, a group of gnomes in black eye-catching clothes silently squeezed into the rest of the crowd.

None of the other gnomes noticed this.

It was different for Maxwell because he recognised those black clothes. It was the same clothes that the clothed midget was wearing when he made an arrow sneak attack inside the Hell Array. Maxwell's heart sank as he said to himself, "Those midgets aren't going to sneak attack me with arrows again, right?"

Immediately after, Maxwell became extra cautious.

At the same time, he sent out his spiritual senses to look for Fernando's aura. If he were able to find the gnome race's little prince at this time, then everything would solve itself.

Suddenly.

"Arghhh..."

A shrill cry came from someone amongst the crowd of gnomes.

A normal gnome civilian fell into a pool of his own blood.

"Someone was killed!"

"That damn human killed someone!"

"He can use evil sorcery to kill people; everyone, be careful!"

"That damn human killed another member of our tribe! Iron Blood Corps, what do you guys eat on a daily basis? Why haven't you killed that human yet?"

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Rage. Ever-increasing rage.

First, it was Ben, and now it was normal civilians. One must know that the gnome race was mostly made up of normal civilians without any battle powers. Now that this human wasn't even letting normal gnomes off, their rage exploded forth!

Maxwell glanced back with a blank expression and didn't bother explaining.

He was very clear that trying to explain to these gnomes was absolutely useless at this point. Even though he didn't make any moves, an outsider like him would naturally be blamed for all offences.

"Arghhh..."

Another normal civilian fell.

"Arghhh..."

Several civilians fell again, making the rage in everyone stronger.

But Maxwell's eyebrows locked together fiercely. He locked onto the auras of those black clothed gnomes and said to himself, "You want to frame me? You want to incite the wrath of the people and force me to attack?"

"Such evil bastards!"

Maxwell was extremely irritated.

This must've been planned out in advance, and hidden somewhere is the person pulling the strings.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The commoner gnomes were getting angrier and angrier as more gnomes participated in the chase. As for the Iron Blood Corps, they had somehow quietly retreated from the masses and were nowhere to be found.

On top of a tower of the palace.

Asher had a sinister smile on his face as he said, "It looks like the tolerance of this human isn't too bad."

"But..."

"My patience is quite bad."

"Secretly transmit my orders: Have the assassination team pick the women, children, and the elderly. The more they kill, the better it is for us. But make sure they aren't found out. They are free to become as crazy as they want when it pertains to other matters."

Axel's expression turned slightly grim as he said, "Elder brother, I don't think killing like this is too good. They are still the members of our gnome race, we..."

"You know nothing but a fart!"

Asher then angrily lectured: "Without the King's Seal, there's no way I can become the king of the gnomes. This is a great opportunity for me to become the gnome race's hero, an unprecedented hero! I want them to treat me as the gnome race's ultimate saviour. This will be more useful than having the King's Seal in my hands."

In order to move up, Axel didn't care about the process.

In his book, every regime change was built on blood and corpses.

His regime change had already succeeded halfway, and he was only missing moving up to his rightful place.

"Execute my commands immediately!" Shouted Asher. He then continued: "Next time, no matter what I say, no one is allowed to refute my words. That includes you, understand?"

Axel lightly nodded and replied: "Understood."

Asher's expression turned ferocious and started laughing insidiously: "So what if a few people die? As long as I become the gnome race's hero and become their new king, so what if even more people die? Hahaha..."

He had already gone nuts from his desire to become king!

Back to Maxwell's predicament.

Maxwell personally witnessed those black clothed gnomes killing people. His eyebrows quivered as he said to himself, "I can't let this continue, or else all these deaths would be put on me. When do I have to suffer such injustice?"

"They're truly pissing me off!"

Suddenly, another small group of eye-catching black clothed gnomes slipped into the crowd.

They only totalled about a dozen people.

Amongst the thousands of gnomes here, they were like an inconspicuous drop in the ocean where no one would notice.

Gnomes continued dying.

This time, they were focused on killing children, women, and the elderly. Their actions were extremely cruel, where throats were slit in a single action. They would then disappear mysteriously so that these normal civilians who hadn't cultivated had no idea what had happened.

In the eyes of the civilians, it was Maxwell who had used some evil sorcery to kill them.

In their eyes, humans were equivalent to evil fiends.

It was humans who had forced them to such a mountain range where the beasts roamed freely. It was the human race that had forced them into living underground.

Humans were considered greedy, despicable, and evil. Amongst the gnome race, any negative or bad words were usually used to describe the human race. This kind of thinking was deeply ingrained in them since they were young, so they couldn't suspect that it was their own tribal members who were currently killing them.

"Everyone attack together! I refuse to believe we can't kill him!"

"He didn't even let the children or the elderly off. This person deserves to be chopped up into thousands of pieces!"

"Arghhh... Give me back my son!"

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Rage! Complete rage!

Maxwell was enraged because he couldn't find Fernando's aura. If this kept up, he would be surrounded when they eventually forced him into a dead end. By that time, he wouldn't be able to escape even if he wanted to kill his way out. The flames of anger inside him rose to the sky as he shouted, "You're practically forcing me to kill out of anger! Fine!"

"You have succeeded!"

Asher started laughing.

He had a big smile on his face as he laughed smugly.

He laughed and said, "He finally couldn't stand it any longer. Kill; kill; kill like crazy! The more you kill, the better it will be. Kill until blood flows like a river. By that time, I will become the gnome race's hero. I will become their new king, hahaha..."

Maxwell's eyebrows were locked. His spiritual will was like the waves of the sea as it crazily surged out.

"Lock onto the target!"

"And smash him to pieces for me!"

"Bam!"

The head of the killer in eye-catching black clothes had exploded into mush.

Asher's gaze suddenly underwent a drastic change!

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