## Chapter 309: Mysterious Sorceress
The yellow sand of the Great Desert—only by being in the Western Desert can you truly appreciate its grandeur. As far as the eye can see, there is only boundless yellow, as if one is in a world of sand, and oneself is just an insignificant grain of sand. The undulating Sand Dunes are like a vast Ocean with hidden undercurrents, the towering giant sand waves seeming ready to surge forward at any moment, crashing down to engulf everything.
The Desert under a gentle breeze is calm and magnificent, its wave-like textures and lines making one marvel at the Nature's uncanny craftsmanship. Walking on the soft, fine yellow sand, every breath feels the sand's warmth, and every Footstep leaves a clear imprint.
On this calm Desert, a string of clear footprints, going against the texture, extended to the End of the Sand Dune, waiting for the wind and sand to bury them.
Following this string of footprints, a sudden black spot appeared in this yellow Ocean. Completely shrouded under a Black Robe, his thin Figure made the bottom of the Robe almost drag on the Ground. Unlike the common Black Cloaks people wore at the time, his Black Robe was an authentic Mage Robe, and his Body also emitted strong Magic Fluctuation.
His Speed was not fixed, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, and sometimes even a Teleport would appear on the other side of the Sand Dune. Leaving aside why a High-Level Mage who had mastered Teleport, at least at the Fourth Tier or above, would appear here, an Experienced Person could tell from his not-so-clever Actions that he was likely Tracking someone.
Suddenly, he stopped and stood blankly for a while, seemingly at a loss. Then, with a Teleport, he appeared at the top of the Sand Dune. Looking down from above, he immediately saw a small green spot a thousand meters away. He thought for a while, lost in thought, but did not approach the Oasis. Instead, he took a Rest on the spot. This Action was enough to prove his Tracking behavior.
A full afternoon passed, and the cold wind of the night quietly began to blow. Only then did the Mysterious Sorceress stand up, looking at the Oasis in the distance, and frowned. Something was wrong; the opponent's Aura had completely disappeared since entering the Oasis. And logically, she shouldn't have stayed in the Oasis for so long.
'Did she really discover me?'
He gave a Bitter Smile, but a hint of relief flashed in his Eyes.
After hesitating for a while, he finally slowly moved towards the Oasis, not hiding his whereabouts, and thus leisurely stepped into the Oasis.
The Surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, with only the rustling sound of passing through the Grass, and the occasional chirping of Insects startled. A strange Aura filled the air from all directions. The Experienced Sorceress knew this was the so-called Killing Intent.
He maintained a slow pace as he walked through the Grass, completely unconcerned about the Enemy lurking in the dark. Then he came to the Small Lake and looked around. There were no traces of a Campfire, not even signs of someone having stayed there. His last glimmer of hope was finally extinguished.
Just as he squatted down and scooped up water with his hands, preparing to drink, the Attack that had been brewing for a long time finally launched. From three different directions, three Arrows each, in a triangular formation, attacked the Sorceress's wide-open back. Under the cover of night, these nine Arrows were silent, merging with the darkness.
In the blink of an eye, the Arrows were less than half a meter from the Sorceress's back. The nine Arrows completely sealed off all his Dodge paths. Time seemed to Slow Time. The Sorceress, who was squatting down to drink water, seemed completely unaware of these nine Arrows, and still calmly brought the water cupped in his hands to his mouth.
Just as the arrowheads touched his back, the Sorceress's Body suddenly twisted strangely, dodging three of the Arrows. The other six were shot squarely into his back, two of which even pierced his Head.
Something strange happened. The remaining six Arrows were stuck in the Sorceress's Body, but it was as if they had been shot into an iron block. They were bounced off without any Power.
However, the Attack did not stop. Following closely behind the Arrows, five flaming Spears from other directions surrounded him from all sides. The Sorceress's Gaze narrowed, staring intently at the five Spears approaching him. Finally, his Gaze stopped on the second to last one, as if the other four did not exist. He barely dodged the one he was focused on, and the remaining four hit him squarely.
The same situation as with the Arrows occurred. The other four also had no Power and bounced off after hitting him. The Spear he dodged went straight into the Lake. After a surge, a Red light suddenly flashed from the bottom of the Lake, and the entire Oasis shook slightly. Strong bubbles suddenly rose from the calm Lake surface, and a huge explosive airflow rose from the bottom of the Lake, instantly lifting the entire Lake surface. Tons of Lake water were rushed dozens of meters into the air, then fell down with a swish. The entire Oasis was left in a mess by this artificial torrential Rainwater.
If someone with insight saw this Power, they would probably immediately exclaim. This was not a Flame Spear at all, but clearly an Amazon's Exploding Arrow.
The Rainwater blurred the Line of Sight. Amidst the swishing sound of raindrops, the slight "pat-pat" leaping sound in the Woods was completely covered. As the sound rang out, another nine Arrows approached the Sorceress. Although these nine Arrows seemed exactly the same as the first wave, upon closer inspection, one would find that they were not shot at the same time. There seemed to be a slight difference in the front and back order, which would be completely undetectable to anyone without a keen eye.
However, the pouring Rainwater had already blurred his Line of Sight. No matter how powerful the Sorceress was, he couldn't distinguish this slight difference. He was slightly stunned and, in helplessness, had to Dodge one set of Arrows like the first time, but was hit squarely by the other six Arrows.
This time, the Arrows were not bounced off like the first time, but were genuinely shot into the Sorceress's Body. However, the Sorceress's Equipment seemed good. The six Arrows stuck in the Black Robe, but they did not penetrate deeply. It was clear that they had not caused him any Damage.
After the heavy Rainwater, the dry Oasis had turned into a wetland. The water level of the Small Lake had dropped by at least a meter, and the Sorceress by the Lake was completely soaked, with six Arrows still stuck in his Body, looking very disheveled and no longer having the Mysterious Image he had at the beginning.
The Sorceress, having suffered such humiliation, was surprisingly not angry. A bright light flashed in his Eyes, seemingly containing Pain, remembrance, and relief, extremely complex. Then a faint Smile appeared at the Corner of the mouth—he couldn't let the other party be complacent any longer.
Thinking this, he slowly raised his hands. A vast and terrifying Magic Fluctuation emanated from his Body. Brilliant and scorching Red light gathered at a Speed inversely proportional to the slow raising of his hands. In the blink of an eye, the Red light illuminated the entire Oasis in the evening, like a second Sun, completely overshadowing the Sun that had not yet set.
When the dazzling Red light reached its peak, it suddenly condensed. A circular Boulder, dozens of meters in diameter, flickering with Blazing Flames, floated above the Sorceress's raised hands. The immense heat emanating from it instantly boiled and evaporated the nearby Lake water.
Meteor—this was the first thought that came to mind for everyone who saw this burning Boulder.
Holding this Meteor, which resembled the Sun, high in his hands, the Sorceress under the Cloak smiled calmly and murmured a few words at the Corner of the mouth.
"Meteor—Explosion."
The fuse of the Disaster was ignited. The originally stable Meteor, after these words, cracked into countless Crevices without warning. The Flames sprayed out from the Crevices roasted the plants within a hundred meters into charcoal. The next moment, the entire Meteor exploded, splitting into hundreds of head-sized Red comets that scattered in all directions.
The lush green Oasis turned into Hell. The Power of each flying Stone Fragment was even greater than a Druid's Molten Boulder. Accompanied by the sound of hundreds of bombs exploding simultaneously, the original Oasis was now just a pitted sea of flames.
Putting down his hands, the Sorceress seemed to have completed a trivial Matter. He observed the sea of flames surrounding him with a relaxed expression, his sharp Gaze seemingly penetrating the Blazing Flames, seeing everything in the Surroundings clearly.
As Time passed, the sea of flames slowly subsided. Just as the flames were gradually extinguishing, a Shadow suddenly emerged from within the fire, slowly walking towards the Sorceress.
Golden Hair fluttered in the Flames, making the Figure look like an invincible God of War. Her azure blue Eyes were devoid of any Feelings/Emotions, staring intently at the Sorceress. The cold Gaze revealed the Aura of a Wild Beast, the Instinct for Slaughter.
Even though she was left in a sorry state by the Sorceress's Meteor Explosion, her Figure still stood proudly and aloof. Her Gaze revealed a firm Killing Intent. The Law of the Jungle, where the weak are Prey to the strong, hunter and hunted—she had long seen through these undeniable principles of the Jungle. The Blood staining her hands and the Scars covering her Body had long made her numb to the Fear of Death.
This was Sharna. Those unyielding Eyes, that ruthlessness that treated Life like grass—like a Wild Beast that knew no Pain and never retreated, she made people feel cold before even fighting.
Seeing such a Sharna, the Sorceress's Expression fluctuated violently. His Gaze suddenly became fervent, and his dry mouth moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something. He clenched his Fist, his Expression dimmed, and finally returned to that calm, unperturbed expression.
Taking advantage of the short Time, Sharna rapidly adjusted her disordered Aura. To Dodge the terrifying indiscriminate Attack of the opponent, she could only hold her breath and bury her Body deep in the mud. Fortunately, she had prepared many Traps before this, and of course, self-preservation methods were indispensable.
Subtle panting sounds, and the "pat-pat" sound of the unextinguished Flames, echoed around the two of them. Neither spoke, and a solemn Killing Intent permeated the air between them.
The Great Fire had taken away a large amount of oxygen. Sharna felt a suffocating Stun in her breathing, but she still relied on her firm Perseverance and the unique Method of Amazons to quickly smooth out her disordered Aura. Her breathing gradually became subtle and long, until it disappeared. Even the most sensitive Wild Beast would not be able to detect it if it got close.
Traps? Although she had spent the entire afternoon turning the entire Oasis into an Amazon's deadly hunting Zone, these Traps had been largely destroyed in the Sorceress's Meteor Explosion. Even if some remained, Sharna no longer planned to use them.
She had a Feeling that the Sorceress Enemy in front of her was very familiar with Amazon Traps. Otherwise, no matter how powerful a Sorceress was, it would be impossible to see through her first two waves of Traps just by eyesight. As for the third wave, that was completely seizing the opportunity of favorable Time and Geographical Advantage. Such an opportunity would not appear a second time. What puzzled her was why the Enemy, who had clearly mastered the Sorceress's High-Level Skill like Meteor, didn't use Teleport to Dodge her Attacks. She didn't believe that a Sorceress who had mastered the Meteor Skill wouldn't learn Teleport.
Playing with Prey? Sharna was not angry. When she was driven out of the Tribe at the age of four and danced with Fierce Beasts in the Forest, any Fierce Beast that was stronger and smarter, as long as it wasn't too hungry, had the hobby of playing with Prey. At that time, as a young and weak creature in the Eyes of the Fierce Beasts, she had encountered such Treatment countless times. Many times the situation was even more dangerous than now, and the Strength Gap between the two sides was even greater, but she had always won, either turning defeat into victory or successfully escaping. Years later, she would slay the opponent with her blade. Any Fierce Beast that had played with her eventually became her Food.
However, this was not the Forest Environment she was most skilled in, and the Enemy was no longer just a smart and cunning Wild Beast. Perhaps, this would be the most difficult Battle of her Life. Sharna had never thought she would lose. Even when facing the Three Great Demon Gods, thinking of defeat before fighting was a word completely irrelevant to her.
Silently, her right hand behind her back grasped a Golden Javelin. Her sea-blue Eyes narrowed, revealing a layer of Blood red under the illumination of the firelight. Her Balance slowly lowered at an imperceptible angle. Even the Golden Ponytail that had been unrestrainedly fluttering in the fire seemed to be influenced by her Presence, gradually settling down and clinging tightly to her back. At this moment, the Aura Sharna displayed was completely that of a Fierce Beast with graceful and smooth lines—merciless and bloodthirsty.
Seeing such a Sharna, the Sorceress shrouded in Magic Energy was speechless for a moment. His tightly clenched Fist, with fingernails digging into his Flesh, dripped Blood, staining his Robe red.
Forcibly suppressing his Feelings/Emotions, the Magic on his Body surged. The terrifying Energy surrounding him even caused his toes to slowly lift off the Ground. Colors of Fire Magic and Lightning Magic intertwined and roared around his Body.
"Can you tell me how you found me?"
The Sorceress finally spoke. It was the voice of a Middle-aged Man, somewhat hoarse, but more delicate. There was even a hint of Tears and some gentleness suppressed within it—how many years had it been? Finally, finally, he was face to face with her. Her Eyes and Hair were so similar, they looked like they were cast from the same mold.
If voice could determine a person's appearance, then the face of the Middle-aged Mage shrouded in Magic Fluctuation would undoubtedly be delicate and handsome, perhaps with a hint of Vicissitudes and sadness added.
The Middle-aged Male Sorceress—let's call him that for now—was somewhat curious about how Sharna discovered him. Although his Tracking Technique was not considered brilliant, he used Mental Power to capture the opponent's traces from a thousand meters away. For an Adventurer at Level 20 or so, it was absolutely impossible to be discovered. Moreover, after entering the Oasis, she was able to hide even from his Mental Power, which was also something that ordinary Amazons couldn't do.
If someone could hear his thoughts at this moment, they would probably cry out in shock—Mental Power extending a thousand meters away, wasn't that like Fara, who had already initially mastered Pseudo-Domain? Who exactly was he?
"That's because, I..."
Words devoid of any Feelings/Emotions were uttered from Sharna's mouth. Just as the Sorceress was filled with Expectation for the answer, what greeted him was a Golden flash.
A Golden Grade Javelin, a Throwing Weapon, with a maximum throwing Quantity of forty. Golden Grade Equipment was already rare, let alone a Golden Grade Throwing Weapon. Even a certain Parvenu wouldn't bear to throw one away. Sharna had truly gone all out this time.
A Golden Grade Weapon thrown by an Amazon was something even the Middle-aged Mage didn't dare to take head-on. His floating Body trembled slightly, and the next moment he appeared a hundred meters away. This was the Skill the Sorceress relied on most—Teleport.
However, as if she had already seen through the Sorceress's Route, the moment he stopped Teleporting, Sharna's Figure had already appeared less than ten meters away from him. Holding the Golden Javelin in her hand, her Figure followed behind several whistling Arrows, rushing forward like a Cheetah. From detecting his whereabouts, to sprinting rapidly, shooting Arrows, and switching to the Javelin—it was all done in one smooth motion. This judgment, this Speed, this Technique, even the Sorceress couldn't help but secretly applaud.
Great Fireball.
The Sorceress opened his five fingers, and a giant Fire Ball, red with white, several times the size of a normal Fire Ball, instantly condensed in his palm and was thrown towards Sharna. The huge Fire Ball immediately swallowed the few pitifully small Arrows, then crashed onto the Ground with a violent explosion. Flames shot up into the sky, and the yellow Sand was melted into crystals. After the Thick Smoke cleared, Sharna's location had become a sparkling Crater.
"Hoo—"
A hint of vigilance flashed in his Heart. The Sorceress's Figure suddenly pulled upwards. A Golden light and shadow narrowly brushed past his toes. After dodging this Attack, the Sorceress did not stop, but continued to increase the Distance, until he was over a hundred meters above the Ground.
The next moment, an overwhelming Arrow Rain completely enveloped him. It was hard to believe that this Arrow Rain, shot out like a Machine Gun, came from a single combat Long Bow.
With a gentle wave of his hand, a Wall composed of Magic Grade Light Points rotated around his Body. This was the Sorceress's Cold Element Tier 5 Skill—Ice Armor. Not only did it have Superior protective performance, capable of deflecting Ranged Attack arrowheads and Spells, but it also cast Vengeance Ice Bolt upon being hit by a Ranged Attack. It could be said to be one of the practical Skills that any Sorceress, regardless of their specialization, needed to master.
After the Ice Armor was cast, the scene immediately became spectacular. Countless Arrows surged forward, bounced off the Sorceress's Armor after hitting it, and then the Revenge Ice Bolts released by the Ice Armor rained down. The firepower from above and below immediately intertwined, no less impressive than a modern anti-aircraft battle.
Sharna dodged the rain-like Ice Arrows while accurately throwing Arrows and Spears upwards. The Sorceress was not completely invulnerable with the armor on. For Spears, Magic Arrows, Ice Arrows, and Exploding Arrows, which were Amazon Bow Skills, he would wisely Dodge them. The Ranged Protection of Ice Armor was not omnipotent, and his specialization was not Ice Magic.
The Battle seemed to be in a stalemate, but even a fool could see that Sharna was at a disadvantage. The Middle-aged Mage only needed to cast Ice Armor and casually Dodge some Spears and Skills, while Sharna had to consume Arrows, Vitality, and Magic. If this continued, she would inevitably be defeated first due to excessive Consumption.
After resisting for a while, the Sorceress, who was in an Advantageous position, suddenly sighed slightly. In fact, he didn't understand why he appeared in front of Sharna. At first, he only wanted to look at her from a distance. But he couldn't suppress the Impulse, going from looking from a distance to Tracking, and from Tracking to facing her. As for the Battle, this was even less the Result he wanted.
Using the excuse of testing her Strength to comfort himself? Now his goal had been achieved. This child had truly grown up, spreading her tender Wings and flying towards a direction he could not reach. To reach this Strength at Level 20 or so... If he fought her with the thought of not wanting her to get hurt, even he would be momentarily flustered. This was already Strength comparable to a Level 40 or 50 Expert. How could he have had this Strength back then? Seeing her like this, what else was there to be dissatisfied with?
It was just that those guys... how dare they...
The Middle-aged Mage's Expression changed unpredictably. One moment he was relieved, his Eyes full of benevolence, the next moment he became extremely malicious. His Gaze, filled with Hatred and rage, sent shivers down one's spine. After changing several times like this, he finally calmed down.
The next moment, his Ice Armor disappeared, replaced by endless Mental Storm. His vast Mental Power was compressed nearly a thousand times, gradually forming a transparent Energy Ball two to three meters in diameter around the Middle-aged Mage, almost tangible. From a distance, the Sorceress's Figure inside the ball also became blurred and taller.
At this instant, all Arrows that came into contact with the sphere seemed to have Slow Time cast on them, suddenly slowing down, so slow that the Sorceress could catch them with his hand. Even the Blazing Flames on the Exploding Arrow were suppressed and became pale and weak, gradually disappearing after making a slight popping sound like firecrackers.
Pseudo-Domain, activated.
At this moment, the Sorceress was like a God, ignoring the swarm-like Arrows and swooping down towards Sharna.
The vast Mental Power unleashed by the Middle-aged Mage instantly increased the mental Pressure several times over, but Sharna continued to shoot without changing her Expression. The Ability she learned from life-and-death struggles in the Jungle allowed her to temporarily "die" her Body and even her Mind if needed.
Upon discovering that even her strongest Exploding Arrow was ineffective, Sharna's Face hardened as she faced the swooping Sorceress. She decisively switched to a Golden Spear, sharply lowered her Balance, grasped the lower third of the Spear with her right hand, lightly supported the front section with her left hand, pointed the spearhead slightly downwards, and stared intently at the Sorceress's swooping Figure.
Closer, even closer.
In an instant, Sharna's Eyes widened sharply. The stationary Spear came alive. The spearhead trembled slightly, her left hand pushed forward, her right hand spun rapidly, then gently released, quickly moving to the back end. The spearhead was pointed directly at the Sorceress's position, and she thrust forward fiercely.
Pierce Explosion.Modified - Spin Explosion.
The rapidly rotating spearhead turned into a flash of Lightning. The spear shaft instantly disappeared from Sharna's hand. The next moment, Sharna raised her right hand high, pushing the end of the Spear with her palm. The other end of the spearhead, however, pierced into the Middle-aged Mage's Domain, less than an inch from his Face, but was firmly grasped by a Large Hand and could no longer advance an inch. The entire Spear was still restlessly rotating, rubbing against the Sorceress's hand and producing scorched smoke.
"Snap—"
A crisp sound rang out. The Golden Spear could no longer withstand such Torment and broke in response.
Releasing the half-broken spearhead in his hand, the Middle-aged Mage looked at his scorched and smoking right hand and couldn't help but click his tongue. A swaying Figure flashed through his Mind—this move, it was really familiar.
In the instant he was distracted, a White Light swept towards his neck. It turned out to be Sharna's counterattack, who had somehow gotten hold of a Long Dagger. The Middle-aged Mage smiled calmly, his Figure instantly closing in, enveloping Sharna within his Pseudo-Domain. Immediately, she felt as if her entire Body had fallen into a quagmire. Every movement required several times more effort than usual, and her Actions inevitably slowed down. Her left hand, holding the Dagger, was easily grasped by the Middle-aged Mage.
At the same time, the Sorceress placed his other hand on Sharna's forehead, emitting a faint Glow. Sharna, who was about to struggle, suddenly froze, a blank Expression appearing in her Eyes.
'The Power of the Pseudo-Domain, slowly comprehend it, child. This is the only thing I can do for you now.' The Middle-aged Mage's Eyes flickered with Lightning-like radiance, transmitting the Power of the Pseudo-Domain, mixed with some insights that could only be felt and not verbally conveyed, to Sharna from his palm without reservation.
Generally speaking, this forced method of imparting knowledge is very dangerous. The Power of the Pseudo-Domain is immense. An ordinary Adventurer—take a certain weak-willed Druid as an example—after being suppressed by such terrifying Power, would probably be shrouded in shadow for the rest of his Life, unable to take a step towards the Pseudo-Domain, and might even become an Idiot.
But Sharna was different. Her experiences, which no other Adventurer of the same Level possessed, gave her extremely firm and powerful Perseverance and Confidence. This Domain Pressure would not only fail to create a shadow for her, but would instead stimulate her comprehension of the Pseudo-Domain. Although this comprehension would not allow her to quickly master the Power of the Pseudo-Domain, it would allow her to elevate her application of Power to a higher level in a short Time. Given Time, when she possesses the Power capable of forming a Pseudo-Domain, she might instantly cross this obstacle that ordinary Adventurers might never cross in their entire Lives, and easily create her own Pseudo-Domain.
As for why Fara and Kashya, who also possessed Pseudo-Domains, did not impart it to Sharna, it was because this was an Ability unique to the Elf Race, which other Races simply could not imitate.
'My Daughter, my treasure, my pride, Antinoia Di Fanya Galannode, forgive me, a sinner who has never fulfilled a Father's duty. I am sorry to you, and I am sorry to your Mother.'
When Sharna woke up from her dazed state, the Middle-aged Mage had long since left. If not for the Battle traces around her and the vague things added to her Brain, she might have thought it was just a dream.
What did that Sorceress just do to me? It felt like a terrifying Power, one I couldn't even imagine, surged into my Mind. I could only desperately resist with my Will and Perseverance. In the continuous defensive Battle, I seemed to gradually become familiar with that Power. What kind of Power was that? How could there be such a wonderful Method of application in the world...
Sharna closed her Eyes, immersed in her comprehension, as if she had grasped something, yet grasped nothing. After an unknown amount of Time, she gently shook her Head, casting aside all the disordered thoughts. Anyway, this sense of familiarity was deeply Imprinted in her Mind, and slowly comprehending it in Battle in the future was the best Method.
Afterward, she recalled the Sorceress's strange Actions. He had no Killing Intent or Hostility towards her. Even the faint sense of connection between them, that feeling of closeness that made her involuntarily lower her guard, left Sharna feeling very confused.
The Blood red full Moon gradually rose. The cold moonlight, mixed with the cold wind of the Desert night, fell upon Sharna, who was standing blankly on the Battlefield. She came to her senses, looked up at the Moon, and a sense of melancholy inexplicably rose in her Inner Heart.
Gracefully putting her hands behind her back, she skillfully untied her bound Golden Ponytail. The flowing Hair, like a Golden waterfall, gently slid through her fingertips, softly falling on her shoulders and Face, brushing against her cheek that was stained with a little Dirt. The cold moonlight shone on it, reflecting the brilliant Glow of Gold, illuminating the Earth, illuminating her noble and beautiful Face, reflecting the Blood Moon in the sky without showing any weakness.
Perhaps it was the appearance of the Middle-aged Sorceress, or perhaps it was that cold, lonely Moon, but Sharna suddenly felt her Mind was empty, with only the cold wind constantly pouring in. An unfamiliar Emotion, which she was Unable to Control, arose in her Inner Heart, adding a touch of frailty to her sea-blue Eyes.
Gently shaking her Head, her flowing Long Hair created Golden waves. Driven by this unfamiliar Emotion and unfamiliar Atmosphere, she suddenly felt an Impulse to take off her Shoes, untie the straps, revealing a pair of perfect Jade Feet. Then she spread her hands, holding one Shoe in each hand, and walked back and forth on the Sand barefoot like a naughty, playful child. Looking at the string of small footprints on the Sand, she paused, showing an extremely cute Expression, and then involuntarily began to trace back and forth on the Sand with her Jade Feet.
For a long, long Time, when the Moon rose to Mid-air, she still did not stop. Instead, she worked harder, constantly backing away, and tracing on the Sand with her feet more skillfully. In front of her, she left a string of words that stretched endlessly, all writing the same address, the same Name.
'Where are you now? I really want to see you, Younger Brother!'
"ACHOO!!!!!"
Jail third floor, I let out an earth-shattering Sneeze. Its Influence was no less than Fara's Full-Screen Taunt orb.
At this moment, we were located in the exact center of the third floor. Well, of course, Cain told me this. As for me, being able to distinguish that I was still in the Palace Jail was already quite good.
"Could it be that someone is thinking of me?" I rubbed my nose, murmuring happily.
"Don't be smug. Maybe it's some woman you heartlessly forgot who is Cursing you," Fara turned his Head and said coldly, mocking me. As a lone wolf, he was naturally extremely jealous of my luck with women.
"Can I interpret that as the wail of a stray dog?" I immediately retorted.
"Alright, both of you stop arguing. Fara, focus on the Matter at hand." Akara gently tapped his Cane, and the two of us immediately swallowed our anger.
In Front of us was an isolated Prison Cell with walls covered in Runes. There were no windows, and the only Entrance was a tightly closed Door. The entire Room was protected by several profound Magic Arrays, looking like a Prison Cell for serious criminals.
But in fact, before this, this Room had been covered by a Concealment Magic Array. If Fara hadn't already deciphered this layer of Concealment Magic Array, we definitely wouldn't be able to see the location of this strange "Prison Cell" now.
Based on the above, this strangely constructed "Prison Cell" was very likely the location of the Horadrim's Teleportation Array.
Now, Fara was squatting in the corner of the wall, deciphering the Magic Runes carved on the "Prison Cell" with clicking sounds, while also being vigilant of the movement in the Surroundings. He even had the Effort to turn his Head and tease me. This professionalism was truly admirable.
"Ah!!! Akara, look at those two bastards."
Turning his Head, Fara pointed at Cain and me, who had set up Tables and Chairs from our Inventory and were sitting around them, chatting and drinking Tea, and reported us to Akara.
"Oh, Wu, don't mind pouring me a cup too."
Akara turned her Head and looked at the two of us, stunned. Just as Fara thought she was about to uphold Justice, she unexpectedly said this, and had already sat down on the Chair I had taken out with a smile.
"You guys..." Fara was instantly exasperated.
"The capable work harder, who told you that you're the only one among the four of us who can handle this job?" The three of us said in unison.
Stimulated, Fara immediately fell silent and desperately got stuck on those Magic Runes. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he jumped up, shouted "Done!", and then scurried over, picked up the pot, and gulped it down, as if doing so could drink me poor.
"There's a large group of Monsters inside, including one Mini-Boss Rank one."
After gulping down the drink, Fara wiped his Lips and said, his Gaze fixed on me, his meaning clear. A Mini-Boss Level Monster, if you kill it, you'll definitely get a lot of good stuff. How about it, tempted?
I thought for a while and shook my Head: "Let's forget it. Kill it and Depart quickly."
I wasn't confident that I could kill the Mini-Boss without causing any movement. If I accidentally collapsed the entire Jail, other things would be minor, but if Monsters started spawning on the Palace afterwards, the entire Lut Gholein would be in Great chaos.
Perhaps considering my concerns, Fara nodded and was the first to open the Door that had been Sealed. We followed closely behind and looked inside. Sweat, the Corpses of Monsters were already lying scattered all over the Ground. Among them was a very conspicuous red-hot colored giant Monster—the Eye of Fire. Its Figure was more than twice that of an ordinary Invader. It should be the Mini-Boss Fara mentioned.
In other words, in the tiny amount of Time between me shaking my Head and refusing and opening the Door, Fara had silently killed dozens of Monsters inside, including the Mini-Boss. This Old Monster!
When we clearly saw the facilities inside this so-called "heavy-duty Prison Cell", our Expressions became even more stunned.