He must have fainted after that. Angor had no idea what happened after that.
But judging from the current situation, he was saved by someone. Where did the Abyss Wind Dragon go?
Angor hesitated for a moment before speaking again.
"Who are you? Did you … save me? " Angor's voice was low and hoarse. His voice was no longer as clear as before. It sounded like he was having a hard time speaking.
Angor forced himself to sit up.
His movement caused the figure on the other side of the bonfire to slowly open his eyes.
Angor was a little surprised when the light from the fire illuminated the person's deep-set face.
Previously, when he saw that the other party was tall and had dark skin and short hair, he thought that it was a man. But when he sat up, he saw that the person was a woman with both looks and aura.
She was at least two meters tall, which made her legs look very long. Her skin was bronze in color, which made her look glossy and smooth.
Most of her body was exposed. Only the most important parts were covered by dark green scales. For some reason, those scales looked familiar to Angor.
Her hair was the color of ochre, which was very short. Her face was wild and beautiful. Her eyes, especially, gave her a mysterious look.
Upon closer inspection, Angor noticed that the woman in front of him was very different from a human.
There were two symmetrical horns on each side of her forehead. They were sharp and shiny.
Angor wondered if she was a native of the Abyss Plane. Or was she a half-blood demon? "Who are you?" Angor pondered for a moment before he asked again. "Who are you?"
The woman gave Angor a cold glance. "So you're a human. Stupid and ignorant."
She didn't say anything. Her spirit already reached into Angor's mind. At the same time, as she spoke, the aura around her condensed into mist and formed a ferocious dragon head, faintly discernible behind her.
This familiar mental consciousness, the same cold tone, and the dragon head formed by the mist … In addition to the horns on its forehead and the scales that covered its chest, Lin Li also noticed that it was a dragon head. Angor felt his head exploding. His memories were flipped open, and a gigantic super creature took over his mind.
"You … you're Mister Wind Dragon?" Angor's voice trembled as he spoke the shocking truth.
The woman's expression was still cold. "Human, you can call me Fafna."
The fact that the other party didn't deny it meant that his guess wasn't wrong. Was the woman before him a manifestation of the wind dragon?
"Lady Fafnir …" Angor spoke in a trembling voice. "Did you save me?"
Fafnir remained expressionless. "What makes you think I'll save a human?"
Angor scratched his head. He remembered that he was bleeding profusely when he fainted. He almost thought he would die from blood loss. But when he woke up, he only felt some soreness in his muscles. Moreover, even the bloodstains on his body seemed to have disappeared.
Toby was still asleep, and there were no other living creatures around. He couldn't think of anyone else who would come to save him.
Still, Fafnir didn't look like someone who saved him. Angor didn't think Fafnir would do that.
In the end, Angor shook his head without saying anything.
"Honorable Lady Fafnir, may I —" Angor had too many questions to ask. He wanted to ask about the current situation, how did Fafnir turn into a human, and how to cure Toby's curse. But before he could ask, he felt a terrible itch on his back.
He couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air and lie on the ground. Like a fish on land, he kept twisting.
Angor tried to scratch it, but the itch only got worse.
It was the first time Angor had ever experienced such a strange itch. The itch went deep into his bones and soul, which made him extremely uncomfortable.
"Put down your right hand." A cold spirit suddenly appeared in Angor's mind and quickly took over.
Angor instinctively lowered his right hand and scratched it. He felt better than before. It was still itchy, but at least he could endure it.
This time, the itch lasted for three minutes. When Angor finally got over it, he noticed that Fafnir was looking at him in a different way.
Fafnir's strange eyes were reflecting the light of the fire in front of her. But now, Angor saw a green reflection in her eyes.
Angor frowned. He was sitting right in front of Fafnir, and the green light in her eyes … was not him, right?
With that in mind, Angor reached out his spirit feelers and looked behind him.
A green vine-like pattern, emitting a faint green light, slowly crawled out of his tattered robe. It grew out of thin air and was about half a meter long. It came out of his right shoulder and was just above his head.
From a different perspective, it looked like he was carrying a glowing vine on his back. Also, the vine didn't want to be left alone. It swayed back and forth in the wind while releasing a green light. Even Angor's blond hair was dyed with a thin layer of green, which made him look like a glowing green hat.
Angor wasn't unfamiliar with the green vine. Before he passed out, he already sensed it spreading outward, as if it was trying to communicate with someone on the other side of time and space.
At that time, he felt his heart palpitating. It was as if he would be sacrificed if he accepted the offer. The threat kept invading his mind.
Angor tried his best to stop Fafnir and finally got the vine back. But now, it was growing out again?
"It's looking for stable spatial energy and opening a space tunnel. You better take it back, human, "Fafnir said in a cold voice.
"How?" Angor asked out of instinct.
Fafnir's response was a violent tornado, which sent Angor spinning in the air and sent him crashing into the wall of the pit several meters away.
Angor slowly slid down the wall. At the same time, Fafnir's voice came from beside the fire.
"Foolish human. Don't talk to me until you put it away!"
Angor still had many questions to ask Fafnir, but since Fafnir set such a rule, he had no choice but to try his best.
He tried again and again, but failed again and again. Time slowly ticked away.
Fafnir didn't turn back into its dragon form during this time. Instead, it leaned against the stone wall and looked like it was taking a nap. In fact, it was fully focused on Angor.
Fafnir didn't dare to get too close to the vine. She could only observe from afar while Angor controlled the vine.
What was that? What did it have to do with the green runes on the human's right hand?
The vine seemed to be growing on the human's back, but Fafnir believed that was only an illusion. The place where the vine reached was mysterious and unknown.
Angor's training was working. At least he could slowly force the vine back to his back.
However, he couldn't remove the vine from the wound on his soul. At most, it would attach itself to his back and form an elegant tattoo.
Moreover, he couldn't stop it. Once he stopped, the vine would come back again. Just like before, it was only half a meter long and looked like a decoration at most. In the World of Adepts, there were many people who liked to decorate their bodies with strange decorations.
Angor wouldn't mind if it was just a decoration. However, it would also absorb Angor's remaining soul energy. The more it absorbed, the faster it would grow. In the end, it could reach more than ten meters long.
Therefore, Angor had to do two things at the same time and suppress it at all times.
Now, he felt like he was being restrained by something else.
He already couldn't connect with the outside world when he was inside the great barrier. Now he had to suppress the green runes, which was like putting a tight shackle on himself. Angor couldn't get used to the double pressure for a while.
After making sure that the green runes were no longer growing, he slowly returned to the bonfire, feeling a little shaky.
When he sat down, Fafnir, who was "resting" on the other side, suddenly opened its strange eyes. One was green and the other was red. They were staring at Angor without any emotion.
Angor thought Fafnir would ask him about the green runes, but to his surprise, Fafnir didn't ask anything.
Fafnir wanted to know more about the green runes, and she even wanted to know about the gaze that transcended time and space. But she wouldn't ask. She didn't dare to.
Her curiosity got the better of her and she ended up provoking the servant of a great demon god, which forced her to return to the surface world and sleep for hundreds of years.
Just the servant of the peerless Great Demonic God was not someone she could control. Not to mention, the one behind the green runes was very likely to be at the same level as the great demon god, or even stronger.
Fafnir didn't dare to ask. The less she knew, the better.
"Mister Fafnir, I've put it away. May I ask a few questions?" Angor looked at Fafnir with a pleading look.
"Human, you're a real pain in the ass."
"My name is Angor," Angor said in a weak voice.
Fafnir sneered. "You want me to call you by your lowly name?"
"That's not what I meant, Mister Fafnir," Angor quickly explained.
"Mister Fafnir, can you tell me how I can get rid of Toby's bad luck?" Angor tried to ask again. "Yes, Mister Fafnir. Can you tell me how to remove Toby's bad luck?"
Toby was still in a coma, but Sunders confirmed that Toby was still dreaming. Angor knew that Toby was only "facing the calamity" ahead of schedule, but had yet to "face the calamity". Normally speaking, Toby shouldn't be sleeping like this.
Perhaps the reason why Toby was in a deep slumber was because it had somehow been tainted by the aura of misfortune.
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