The night was getting darker.
The twelve hours of continuous trekking had already made many people feel very tired. Even the warriors, whose physiques were far superior to ordinary people, had a look of exhaustion on their faces. The task of the guards was not simply to follow the caravan. It was very tiring to keep an eye on the situation. Under normal circumstances, they would spend less than six hours a day on the road. However, the mysterious mistress did not order them to stop, so they had no choice but to move on. Many of them were already complaining.
Søren was very quiet in the Night.
His figure was slightly hazy, as if the night had automatically wrapped around him.
The road ahead was getting worse and worse.
Since they were far away from Amber City, the road had not been traveled by for a long time. Only when they were about fifty kilometers away from the next city would the road gradually recover, and there would be traces of human activity. The mysterious mistress looked very cautious. She did not return to the carriage. Instead, she stood on the carriage and looked ahead. Occasionally, she would look back in the direction of Amber City.
Suddenly.
She frowned and looked into the distance. She snorted coldly and said, "How dare you use a prophecy spell on me!"
A cold light flashed.
A dark golden card appeared on her fingertips. On the back of the card was a nine-pointed star array. On the front, the outline of a crown could be vaguely seen.
Søren's eyesight was not that good yet, so he could not see it clearly.
In an instant.
The stars in the sky seemed to have dimmed. The mysterious mistress' face was filled with anger. She uttered a series of strange syllables, and the air around her seemed to have frozen. The caravan guards around her spontaneously gathered around her. They did not even care about the merchants nearby. It seemed that the mistress' safety was the most important thing to them. Wizards were at their weakest when they were casting spells. This was not the time to let others get close to her.
"SU … AU … SO …"
The incantations of spells were all strange monosyllabic and polysyllabic. They were different from the language used by normal people. Without special training, it was very difficult to say these words. (Casting language, Casting Gesture. Basic Ability.)
A bright light appeared.
The mistress sneered and slowly put away the card. She waved her hand tiredly and said, "It's safe now."
"There's a lake up ahead. We'll set up camp there."
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Amber City.
In the mysterious basement, the red-robed priest standing on the altar suddenly trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale as he muttered, "The prophecy failed!"
"Someone interfered with my Prophecy Spell." [Counterspell, Prophecy Counterspell]
"The opponent might be a legendary Magus! The Son of God's aura has been concealed by him! "
"Awaken the Terror Knight immediately!"
"The Son of God will awaken amidst the aura of despair and fear. At that time, my Lord's will will descend upon him."
"Let's begin the sacrificial ceremony."
Depraved prayers echoed in the dark basement. The followers in black robes slit the throats of the sacrifices with daggers. Blood flowed along the demonic array and seeped into the marble coffins around them. The ripples of undead energy began to spread. The aura of destruction from the abyss shrouded the surroundings. The marble coffins turned into dust in the violent energy storm. Along with the sound of heavy armor clanking, eight fearsome knights covered in pitch-black heavy armor stood up.
They had blood-red pupils as if there were flames burning in them. From the moment they woke up, the merciless killing had already shrouded the basement.
The Terror Knights pulled out their heavy beheading swords and began to kill the evil believers in the basement.
Blood and limbs splattered everywhere!
The red-robed priest did not seem to have expected such a thing to happen. He stiffened and collapsed on the altar.
A loud neigh sounded.
Blood gathered in the blasphemous language. The Dread Knight knelt on the ground with one knee and stabbed the pitch-black executioner's sword into the magic circle. Then, with a blazing flame, Nightmares rushed out from the bloody void one after another!
There were no words.
The Terror Knights mounted their horses, and the shadows of vengeful spirits could be seen on their mottled black cloaks. The Nightmares' hooves burned with scorching flames. They raised the beheading swords in their hands and slammed directly into the basement wall that was more than two meters thick.
Rumble!
The silent sound of collapsing echoed in the basement.
The Nightmares stepped on the air, and with traces of flames, they crashed through the basement wall and rushed all the way to the surface.
"Terror Knight [Legendary] (Grade 5)."
"Challenge Rating: 16, Monster Level: 24, High Undead."
"Highest and Lowest Attributes: 25, 15, Total Attribute Points: 95-110."
"Special Abilities: Beheading Sword [Legendary], Advanced Charge, Nightmare Mount, Summon the Undead, Blasphemous Language, Aura of Fear, Aura of Death, Abyss Knight, Destructive Attack, Slash, Sword Form [Beheading], Sword Form [Waist Slash], Sword Form [Depraved Cross]."
"Difficulty: A +."
…
"Nightmare [Demon] (Grade 4)."
"Challenge Rating: 12, Monster Level: 18, Large Otherworld Creature."
"Highest and Lowest Attributes: 21, 12, Total Attribute Points: 90-100."
"Special Abilities: Flaming Hoof, Advanced Charge, Darkvision, Flying Run, Powerful Tackle, Demon Resistance, Otherworld Creature."
"Difficulty: A-."
…
It was a quiet night.
After a long and arduous journey, they finally arrived at the campsite. Everyone couldn't help but cheer.
Finally, they could take a break.
Although it was almost midnight, the workers still took the time to get water and start a fire. They also put some food into a big pot to cook. They had been eating dry food for the whole day, and now they just wanted to drink some hot soup and have a good sleep. The caravan guards still didn't dare to let down their guard. They began to arrange for people to keep watch and at the same time, set up a simple security line. The water source was a place where wild beasts gathered. Under normal circumstances, they shouldn't camp here. But since it was the arrangement of the mistress, they could only follow her orders.
There were only two people in the team who were uneasy. One of them was Søren. He didn't expect the mysterious woman to be a witch whose profession level was above 16. It could be said that she was half a step into the realm of Legendary. There weren't many witches like her in the entire North. At the very least, they were members of the Witch Council. Their status was equivalent to a small city lord in the Southern Dukedom.
There was no reason for such a noble wizard to escort a caravan. Normally, even if there were witches in a caravan, their profession level wouldn't be higher than 12. (Many caravans have been attacked in the past.)
Unless she had a special mission!
If she really did have a special mission, then it might not be a good thing for Søren and Vivian to follow the caravan.
It was very likely that they would be involved in other dangerous situations.
The other person who was uneasy was the mistress of the caravan. She kept looking in the direction of Amber City, as if something terrible was about to happen. There was a faint trace of worry on her face.
Time passed little by little.
The workers prepared food for the night. The caravan guards took turns to eat. Søren was also given a bowl of fragrant soup.
Perhaps she was really tired today. The little girl ate very quickly, and there was a trace of sleepiness on her delicate face.
Søren didn't eat anything.
First, he set up a tent for camping. Then, he scattered some powder that repelled poisonous insects around the tent. Finally, he carried the sleepy Vivian into the tent.
However, just as Søren was about to eat something, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Suddenly, as if he had a lingering fear, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Amber City. He pulled out his scimitar in an instant and ran up the hill not far away.
The mistress of the caravan was one step ahead of him.
In the distance.
The sky was burning red!
It looked like a huge cloud of fire had appeared in the middle of the night.
At this moment.
They were already hundreds of miles away from Amber City. They couldn't see the area covered by the cloud of fire, but they knew that it was happening in Amber City.
A level 9 spell!
Meteor Burst (Legendary)! (Spellcaster level 20)
This was not the first time Soran had seen this spell, but when he saw it again, he could not help but feel a little shocked in his heart.
This was the easiest legendary spell to learn (Ninth Circle).
It required a wizard to have a Profession Level of 20. A professional once calculated the damage of this spell, and it was equivalent to eight Tomahawk missiles (land) bombarding a target within a five-kilometer radius. At that time, a legendary warrior joked that if he could resist this spell, he could resist an air-to-ground missile attack in real life.
Among all professions.
Only legendary warriors and barbarians dared to say that they could resist a level 9 spell.
Back then, the first warrior to become a legendary warrior took a video of him bathing in lava, and it shocked many people.
Warriors were once considered to be the most miserable profession, and it was only then that a period of explosive growth was ushered in.
Unfortunately.
There were too few warriors who could reach the legendary realm alive.
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