Chapter 59 The Journey
Having weathered the trials of time, Canaan possesses a kind of divinity.
A light mist enveloped the wilderness. The hooves of antelopes and moose trod through the damp grass. They drank from the cool river, heads bowed, occasionally glancing up at the tranquil village in the distance, where smoke rose from its chimneys...
Yara traveled down the river, disturbing the animals drinking water, and they scattered and fled.
Yara pondered this in his heart.
It seems that the animals of Canaan were unaffected?
Suppress your doubts.
Arah then went out of Canaan along the river that flowed down from the three high mountains.
They went straight through the eastern forest, heading towards Argos.
Yara traveled along the way, stopping frequently, and was not in a hurry to go to Argos to meet Dick.
Ara's true purpose was to encounter the Canaanites and the unusual beast that old Tyr had spoken of...
He was lightly dressed, with a bronze sword hanging at his waist and a golden-brown cloak swaying in the wind behind him.
Yara's figure moved through the jungle, the damp, chilly air giving people a refreshing feeling.
The path he is currently on.
It was once one of the most important trade routes between Argos and the outside world.
But since late last fall, that is, since Dick took over.
I don't know if it's because of the weather or because of trade system reforms.
Fewer and fewer people walk this road.
And then half a spring passed.
The area is almost entirely covered in vegetation, giving it a somewhat desolate feel...
As Yara traveled and pondered...
Several pairs of deep blue eyes lit up from the depths of the roadside bushes...
Yara sensed the killing intent and turned around instantly.
His eyes seemed to hold the gaze of a lion, fixed intently on the patch of grass.
The bronze sword was slowly drawn from its sheath, its center of gravity lowered.
The wild animals that had been hiding in the grass also jumped out at the next moment!
It was a wolf with white fur.
His vertical eyes were bloodshot, and his sharp fangs gleamed with a cold light...
This white wolf was different from ordinary wolves; it was much larger, almost the size of a donkey.
Its ferocity and bloodlust far surpassed that of ordinary beasts...
The white wolves seemed to see that Yara was alone and posed no threat...
And then, in the next moment,
Several white wolves exerted force with their hind legs,
It lunged fiercely at Yara.
Its enormous size made it remarkably agile in mid-air.
The shadow pressed down on Yara swiftly.
Yara did not panic upon seeing this.
Hold the sword with one hand, seize the opportunity...
One sword—
Humans and wolves passed each other...
With a soft "pfft".
Blood was spilled all over the ground.
Bang bang...
The corpses of several white wolves crashed heavily to the ground.
The mud and dust were kicked up.
Yara wiped the bronze sword, murmuring:
"There's no need for divine power..."
"However, these beasts actually possess bronze-level strength?"
After saying that.
Yara remembered what old Tyr had told him about the magic crystal.
It seems that this beast possesses magic crystals within its body?
Yara hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at the corpses of the white wolves.
Then, gripping the bronze sword in reverse, he disemboweled the white wolf's corpse.
He then reached into the white wolf's still-warm abdomen...
I searched for ages.
In the end, Yara was indeed in the heart of the white wolf...
I touched the blood-stained magic crystal.
The magic crystal was only about half the size of a little finger and was somewhat murky, unlike the pure and clear one that King Argos had or that he had brought back from the Nemea Cave.
But it is indeed a magic crystal.
The tiny crystal, the moment it touched Yara's palm.
It then began to emit a golden light.
Just like when the Warriors were evaluating potential back then.
Moreover, when Yara focused her consciousness on the crystal.
He also felt a strange energy emanating from his palm...
It slowly flowed into his body.
This power is extremely weak...
It wasn't even as powerful as the aura emanating from his wife's purple robe.
However, it feels the same as it did back then.
This power was subtly and slowly strengthening his physique...
During the time that Yara was pondering.
The magic crystal turned to stone...
It was like a block of ice melting in his palm.
Nothing was left.
"What kind of energy must be hidden inside this magic crystal...?"
Yara recalled the battle at the temple...
The 'Hera power' displayed by the high priest.
He vaguely remembered that the High Priest's scepter, which emitted a strange light, was also inlaid with magic crystals...
There must be some connection between these things...
Then, he cleaned the corpses of several white wolves, and from their hearts, he found several magic crystals.
However, he did not absorb it this time.
Instead, he carried it with him, intending to take it to Argos and ask Dick if he had any clues.
Having done all this, Yara continued on her journey...
Yara was somewhat surprised by the frequency of their encounters with wild beasts along the way. They came across them every few days, and the variety was vast, with all sorts of bizarre shapes and forms; some could even be described as monsters...
A white wolf as big as a donkey, a wild boar with barbs and tusks, a fox lurking silently behind, a brown bear taller than that simpleton Pan when standing...
Most of them possessed bronze-level strength, and a few even managed to gain no advantage against silver-level warriors...
However, perhaps because they hadn't ventured deep into the uninhabited forest, Yara didn't encounter any gold-level monsters.
Yara, without using divine power and relying solely on his mortal body, is probably a gold-level goalkeeper.
Therefore, divine power is not necessary when dealing with these beasts comparable to the Silver Warriors...
Yara, on the other hand, has clearly been trying to avoid this.
Because the divine power to revive from suffering originates from the soul.
His soul is terrible.
It exists in a fragmented but barely surviving state.
If he overuses his divine power, he probably won't have to wait ten years...
You will soon see the Lord.
However, Yara's current strength, being purely mortal, is enough to allow him to roam freely throughout the entire eastern forest...
So he killed wild beasts along the way and made his way to Argos...
Ultimately, the number of those wild beasts was too great.
He had to use the Nemean Lion's cloak as a bag.
Carrying that bag full of magic crystals.
They arrived at the gates of Argos, covered in blood...
...
It was now late spring.
Sunset at dusk.
The magnificent city of Argos seems to remain frozen in that desolate late autumn...
On the distant coastline, few ships seemed to have docked, and even the seagulls had vanished. With no sails to rest on, they could only linger in the setting sun, occasionally emitting mournful cries...
There were clearly far fewer guards at the city gate.
There were originally at least two groups of men patrolling outside the city...
But now.
There were only two guards at the gate, one on the left and one on the right, forlornly guarding this magnificent city wall...
It seems that in order to maintain a balance of income and expenditure, Dick has no choice but to cut back on Argos's huge and bloated military system.
When Yara, covered in blood and carrying a sack, reached the city gate...
The guard called out to him.
"Stop."
The guard seemed both curious and somewhat cautious.
"Please...show me your identification."
Yara glanced at the guard.
Although there were far fewer guards, under Dick's rule...
These guards were dutiful and lacked much of the tyranny and brutality found under the rule of King Argos.
They also showed more respect for others.
Yara took out a token that Dick had once given him from his bosom and showed it to the guard.
Seeing this token is like seeing the king.
"I am Yara."
"Yara..."
"Messiah."
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