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220: Chapter 193: Throw in Three, rge into One (3.8K) 220: Chapter 193: Throw in Three, rge into One (3.8K) Lind rode the Catastrophe Warhorse out of Star Dragon City, followed only by Reed, and he took with him the Banshee’s Horn.

The announcent to the city was that the limited-ti free trial had ended and the ga instance was closed.

Whether there was dissatisfaction or not, he needed a horn that could directly weaken the enemy’s strength.

The excitent of the Undead peaked upon hearing about ten bosses imprisoned within the Snake Catcher Fortress; they showed no fear, only exhilaration.

So were even considering using items and traps to kill the bosses from blind spots.

The fun of the ga was not just in defeating enemies head-on but also in eliminating enemies through devious ans, which often proved even more thrilling.

They stopped on the roadside and set up camp to rest.

Reed took the initiative to feed the Catastrophe Warhorse with star herbs.

Having followed Lind for a long ti, the warhorse had grown more robust than ordinary warhorses.

Whenever Lind was too distracted to care, he would throw fragnts of the Heart of Calamity into the horse’s mouth, which turned into a power bolstering its physique.

The most noticeable change was the teeth becoming razor-sharp, like intertwined daggers.

While feeding the horse, Reed was extrely cautious, fearing that a slight carelessness might result in his arm being bitten off—his thin arms truly couldn’t withstand one bite.

This place was not too far from Soul Valley.

When the footsteps of the Undead encompassed this area, it ant that it would soon lose all traces of Calamity completely.

“Those ghosts…” Unable to restrain himself any longer, Reed tentatively patted the Catastrophe Warhorse that Lind rode.

Noticing the horse’s mont of impatience, he imdiately withdrew his hand and asked, “Sir, do we really have a way to deal with those ghosts?”

Lind stared blankly at the campfire that Reed had just built.

He was wondering whether it might be better to stick a Spiral Sword in it, or perhaps set up a grill on it and let a few cats dressed in clothes do the roasting next to it.

The smoke was billowing, but the fla was weak.

Casually fanning the flas to make them burn brighter, Lind casually responded to Reed’s question, “Don’t worry, I’ve learned the thod from Morena and Do.

These ghosts aren’t untouchable.”

While purely physical attacks couldn’t touch them, using just a bit of magic would work.

The developnt of enchanted Sword Oil was also in progress.

Although the technology wasn’t perfect, enabling lee weapons to create effects similar to those of a Mage wasn’t difficult.

Moreover, Lind had the Banshee’s Horn.

According to the pigeon da Selena, Lind could simply swing the horn to strike and possibly enslave the ghosts right into the horn, just like when he had captured her.

The area where they set up camp was open and vast, ensuring that even if there were a sudden attack by Calamity or sothing else, they could react promptly.

“Talk more about what happened to you deep in Soul Valley.”

“Yes,” Reed recounted his harrowing experiences as clearly as possible.

What awaited Lind ahead could be special weapons or a particularly challenging ghost boss—either one could enhance Lind’s strength, while the latter might yield unexpected materials.

Everything was a resource.

“They were drawn by the sounds behind that stone door,” Reed shared his speculation.

“It indicates they follow so sort of command, or they adhere to strict operational guidelines,” Lind mused, “If it’s the forr, we might be facing a Wizard controlling the undead, waiting for us.

If it’s the latter, it might be an Ancient Magic Circle.”

Ever since he had contact with Do, what Lind heard most was about “Ancient Magic.” His views were much like those of the Mystic Rune Master in “Ancient Legend of the Twins Volu Three.” The eras were continuously evolving, and no information discontinuity had occurred before the shattering of the Ring of Magic, so why was the ancient stuff still considered superior?

Or was so-called Ancient Magic actually another civilization altogether?

Do could not provide a clear answer.

Even when Lind raised these questions, Do had already extended them into hundreds or thousands of conjectural directions.

“What about the appearance of the ghosts?”

“Very ssy.”

The two talked about Soul Valley, but soon drifted into causal conversation about Snake Catcher Fortress , then they talked about Court Painter Boyd.

What else could n talk about?

Matters of the nation?

The future of their lands?

Such topics were worthy of discussion, but they could not talk about them all the ti—how could n full of vigor not discuss things they find enjoyable and amusing?

They ate a bit, their appetites large.

To travel light, they carried only a small portion of food and water, the rest were vials and jars of Magic Potions.

Drinking these potions could replenish their energy but made their stomachs growl.

The night was clear; looking up, it was hard to believe that just a few days ago a sudden heavy rain had thoroughly washed the sky above, making it difficult to believe that a battlefield littered with countless bodies lay within the sa region under the sa tranquil night sky.

In March, the night breeze was very cool.

The broken moonlight fell again, and if one stared carefully, one might even see the hint of starlight lurking in the corners.

Upon entering Soul Valley, the two unconsciously stopped talking, only the sound of horseshoes on the ground was heard.

The air was cold and damp;

their visibility was very limited; Lind suddenly missed Do.

If he had brought that old fellow along, he’d at least have another human-shaped flashlight.

They tried to light torches, but the cold air seed very sensitive to flas.

It was possible to light the flas with Supernatural Power, but the waste and sacrifice of power were too much.

To keep moving, such wasteful expenditure of power was unnecessary.