Seeing a very scruffy drunkard reeking of alcohol suddenly appear before him, Master Wrathwind’s brow furrowed. He instantly thought of the Fallen Ones. "Just tell what your purpose is for pulling into this world."
The drunk chuckled and said, "Master Wrathwind, legendary druid, also known as the world’s strongest druid. I never expected we’d et under such circumstances!"
"Who exactly are you?!" Wrathwind snorted coldly.
"Please don’t talk to with resentnt, though my thods are indeed sowhat crude." The drunk fell silent for a mont. "How about we change the environnt? Perhaps you’ll be more comfortable."
The surrounding environnt changed once again. The scene of the Elven capital actually switched to Wrathwind’s hiding place. Looking at the familiar scenery, Wrathwind’s brow furrowed tightly, and his heart was in turmoil. Before his recent exposure, very few people knew about his hiding place. "What’s the aning of this?"
"I think I restored it pretty well, right? Though I’ve had quite a bit to drink, my brain should still be fairly clear." The drunkard said this while showing an exaggerated expression.
"What exactly do you an?" The anger on Wrathwind’s face grew more intense. He was already an oddball among elves, with a personality different from most elves—more like a dwarf’s personality: stubborn and quick-tempered.
"Huh? Is it really different from your hiding place? Why haven’t you cald down yet? This is clearly the perfect world of depravity I created using the Mirror of Depravity. You should be deeply imrsed in it..." The drunkard kept rambling on and on, just like soone who’d had too much to drink. After who knows how long, he finally touched his forehead. "Oh, right! I appeared directly in front of you. Really sorry about that. Had a bit too much to drink, my head’s not quite clear. Got the sequence wrong."
Wrathwind’s chest kept heaving up and down—he seed to have reached the peak of anger. Seeing this, the drunkard’s expression remained the sa. "Master Wrathwind, let just get straight to business with you. I an no harm. I ca just to tell you, respected legendary druid, world’s number one druid, we have no conflict with you whatsoever. Don’t interfere with our plans. Even you cannot resist the coverage of the Mirror of Depravity. Go back! Bishop Rachena Erera asked to send her regards. If the plan goes smoothly, perhaps in a hundred or two hundred years, she’ll invite you to enjoy Moon Shadow Spirit Spring again."
When he said the word "bishop," the drunkard’s expression was clearly a bit odd. But Wrathwind didn’t focus his attention on that because Moon Shadow Spirit Spring really was his old friend Rachena’s masterpiece. Production was extrely limited—only a few people had ever enjoyed it, and its fa had never even spread.
The mont Wrathwind heard this term, his gaze imdiately sharpened.
That person was actually still alive.
But she was human. Could humans really live this many years?
Soone of her caliber had actually fallen and beco one of the Fallen Ones.
As a forr old friend, he was very clear about her abilities...
"What exactly are you Fallen Ones trying to do?" Wrathwind took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as much as possible. He felt he should be able to get a lot of information from the drunkard’s mouth.
"We’re saving the world." The drunkard let out bursts of strange laughter. "Master Wrathwind, this isn’t sothing you can know about. The God of Nature doesn’t want you elves to know. Go back. Don’t get involved in this matter anymore. After all these years, we’ve finally seen hope for the first ti. We absolutely won’t allow it to be destroyed."
Though he didn’t know whether it was because of Rachena or because of his abilities as a legendary druid, at least there was no desire for battle. Wrathwind gradually cald his anger. "Your Fallen Ones’ illusions seem much stronger than the God of Wine’s illusions back in the day?"
"Of course. We’ve been working hard to improve all these years, trying to create a real illusion... Alright, Master Wrathwind, the matter in the City of Gold really isn’t sothing you can interfere with. Go back. Don’t beco the first elven legendary to be killed by the Mirror of Depravity."
Suddenly, a breeze drifted by. Master Wrathwind shuddered and imdiately woke up. Looking around, everything was exactly the sa as before.
Looking at the ti, barely three minutes had passed.
So much had happened in just three minutes?!
The Fallen Ones... depravity...
Master Wrathwind’s expression seed uncertain. Though druids were better at brewing potions or healing spells, he was a genuine legendary powerhouse with many self-destructive abilities. But even so, he’d been inexplicably pulled into that unknown world. That unknown world had so many miraculous aspects...
After so ti, he suddenly smiled slightly and opened his Magic Net directly. "Nobody knows who I am anyway, and the Magic Net is anonymous."
He directly opened the post where he’d published his question and quickly edited and supplented it: "I am a legendary magician. You may have forgotten my na, but you should all rember my title—Controller of the Fla Storm. I’ve been traveling beyond the continent for many years. I didn’t expect that as soon as I ca back, I’d encounter sothing like this..."
After carefully reading it again and confirming he’d explained what had just happened, he couldn’t help but chuckle. "On the internet, you give yourself your own identity. After many years at sea, just ca back, encountered the Fallen Ones, a completely unseen power system—makes perfect sense. Anyway, the Controller of Fla Storm has been hiding on that overseas volcanic island for so many years, he couldn’t possibly know."
If anyone who knew him were here, they’d definitely sigh—worthy of him indeed. His gambling reputation was his true character!
In the divine realm.
Ren was eating fruit, reading books, and trying to condense the "custor service system" when a voice suddenly rang in his ear. "Lord Ren, the thing you asked to watch finally has news! Wait, I’m guessing there’s news. It might be because of this that you had that feeling..."
"Just tell what you found." Seeing this guy was about to continue spouting nonsense, Ren imdiately cut him off.
"Just now, the legendary druid Wrathwind encountered sothing in the City of Gold similar to your virtual divine realm..." Book quickly recounted what had happened to Wrathwind.
Reviews
All reviews (0)