Did you hear something? Dorcas's expression was slightly puzzled. "What sound are you referring to?"
Angor closed his eyes and tried to listen carefully.
After a while, Angor frowned. "It's a very soft murmur. I think it's saying something, but I can't make out what it's saying."
Dorcas' expression turned serious after hearing Angor's description.
Just like Angor, he closed his eyes and listened carefully. Furthermore, when he was listening, his ears mutated. They became sharp and black, as if he had transplanted the ears of some kind of magical creature.
After a while, Dorcas shook his head and said, "I didn't hear anything other than the heavy breathing from Kael's side."
After a pause, Dorcas said, "Are you sure you heard it in this room?"
Angor shook his head. "I can't be sure. It sounded very far away. I can't hear it clearly, but I think it's calling my name."
Dorcas furrowed his eyebrows.
Angor didn't have to lie like this for no reason. What Dorcas said was very likely true. Most of the time, such situations weren't good news.
Dorcas once went through a similar experience. He was exploring a ruin with a friend, and his friend said that he heard someone calling him. When no one was looking, he left the team. By the time they found him again, he was already a pile of bones.
This kind of call often came from ruins. The identity of the caller could be a sealed Outer God, an undead, or some kind of monster.
If it was the latter two, Dorcas might have a chance. But if it was a sealed Outer God, then it would be terrible.
The most important reason why Dorcas could think of so many things in such a short period of time was because they were currently in a ruin!
Although this ruin had long been explored by the Lawrence Family, who knew if they had left anything behind?
While Dorcas was busy imagining, Angor tried to use his spirit feelers to cover the area between his eyebrows.
Dorcas quickly realized that Angor was doing something to strengthen his spirituality.
Dorcas hurriedly stopped him. "If you increase your spiritual perception without knowing who the other party is, it's very likely that you'll be in danger."
Next, Dorcas told Angor about his own experience in an attempt to persuade him.
Of course, Angor knew that Dorcas was being kind. But he knew better than anyone else. He could not hear what Dorcas was mumbling, but he did not sense any malicious intent from it.
Of course, the absence of evil intent was not the only way to determine the outcome. It was possible that the sealed Outer God was hiding its evil intent on purpose, as Dorcas said.
He decided to listen to the voice because he had a feeling that it had something to do with him. Besides, his nightmare illusion energy was also resonating with something in a certain direction.
Since it had something to do with nightmare illusions, he had to listen to it.
"Don't worry, I know what to do."
With that, he gathered his spirit power between his eyebrows to strengthen his sensing ability.
Seeing this, Dorcas shook his head and sighed softly. He cursed in his heart, 'The Academies are indeed the Academies. Even if they have lived for a thousand years, they still don't have the slightest sense of vigilance. Their years have been wasted.'
Although Dorcas was cursing in his heart, he still very carefully began to set up defensive measures, as well as restrictions, to avoid any real problems.
On the other side, Angor finally heard the murmur after using his spiritual perception.
And when he heard the other party's words, he basically understood what was going on.
Five minutes later, Angor withdrew his spirit power.
Dorcas immediately became serious and asked sternly, "Answer me, are you still Lyon?"
"Of course I am." Angor huffed.
"No, you're lying." Dorcas shook his head.
Dorcas' eyes were glowing, which meant he was using some kind of detection spell. Angor did see it, which was why he activated the spell. But to his surprise, Dorcas still said he was lying.
Angor hesitated for a moment before he realized that he was lying because he was using a fake name.
Seeing Dorcas' cautious look as if Angor was possessed by some unknown entity, Angor felt a little helpless.
"You can ask in a different way. Ask me if I'm the same person as before, or if I'm the real Leon," Angor said, "Leon is just my fake name. Got it?"
Dorcas considered and agreed. He already guessed that Leon was a fake name. Using Angor's method, he asked again and confirmed that Leon was not lying.
To avoid any mistakes, Dorcas asked several questions about their previous conversation, and Angor answered all of them smoothly.
Dorcas sighed in relief and asked Angor about the result he got from using his spirit power.
Angor sighed helplessly. "It's not some monster you thought of. It's someone I used to cast a spell on. She activated the energy I left on her and asked me for help."
He couldn't hear it clearly, and it was too far away, so he couldn't hear it clearly. But he could still tell that it was Abelle, whom he just parted with a few days ago.
Abelle kept repeating, "Mister Angor, help me! Mister Angor, help me …"
Angor assumed that Abelle must have provoked someone or a monster she could not handle, so she decided to activate her nightmare dreamland to see if Angor could sense it.
Abelle's desperation and her desperate call to Angor somehow made Angor feel it.
This situation was similar to how calling a Demon God by his real name would attract the attention of the Demon God. It was a different approach. However, Angor's reaction was much weaker than that of a demon.
Dorcas relaxed after hearing Angor's explanation. As long as it was not related to a ruin, everything was fine.
"You're going to save her?" Dorcas asked.
Angor did not want to leave. He wanted to finish his quest first and return to Brute Cavern as soon as possible. He did not want to get involved in this kind of trouble.
But Abelle was a member of Brute Cavern, and Angor liked people who were kind by nature.
Also, Abelle had already gone to Laksum Principality, and it seemed that she was not asking for help just for herself. She was also asking for help from other members of Brute Cavern.
Angor considered for a moment and nodded. "I'll go check it out. I hope I can help."
"What about Cael?" Dorcas asked.
"I'll leave him a message. I'm sure he'll wait for me patiently after reading Mister Aesop's letter."
With that, Angor tapped the air, and a letter appeared on his desk.
Dorcas asked, "An illusion?"
"It's just a little trick."
Dorcas did not believe that. Angor easily created a stable illusion node that would last for a long time. Only someone who had studied this field for years could do that. So Angor was a thousand-year-old monster.
"I'll leave the letter here. But I don't think Cael will finish it by the time I get back."
With that, Angor prepared to leave.
Dorcas called out, "Do you know where the person who asked you for help is?"
Angor shook his head. "Not yet. But according to her, she's at the edge of Laksum Principality. There's a statue of the God of Desert with a missing arm lying on the ground, as well as a ruined temple. I'll go to the sandworm market first and find someone who knows the way there. "
"Don't bother. I know where she is. I'll go with you."
Angor looked at Dorcas in confusion. He did not know why Dorcas wanted to go with him.
Dorcas did not know why he wanted to go with Angor either. But as someone who loved to experience all kinds of stories, he liked to get involved in other people's business.
Dorcas saw that Angor did not say anything. "What? You don't want to? "
Angor shook his head. "Since Red Sword Dorcas is willing to go with me, that's for the best. Maybe the youngster in the organization has offended someone who even I can't handle. I'll have to rely on you then. "
Dorcas grinned. "Sure. It's a gift for today's exchange. But next time, you'll have to pay me. "
Since Dorcas was willing to go with him, Angor did not need to find someone to lead the way. The two of them jumped out of Kael's territory and left the black market.
Dorcas rubbed his palms together as soon as he left the black market.
He was going to take out a magic carpet that he obtained from a certain ruin. It was something that could not be bought with money. Every time he took it out, people would always look at him with envy.
Their envious, jealous, and hateful gazes made Dorcas feel very comfortable in his heart. This time, he was going to use the same trick to show Angor that even a wandering wizard could have something good!
Before he could take out his magic carpet, he heard Angor's voice coming from above.
"Get on. We're leaving."
Dorcas looked up and froze in shock. W-w-what did he just see?
It was a beautiful flying boat! Those intricate magic patterns, and those gauze curtains that flickered like starlight … Most importantly, there was a powerful wind creature that was close to the level of an Adept supporting the bottom of the flying ship.
The flying boat itself was a vehicle. With a wind creature on top of it, the combination of the two was simply dazzling.
Dorcas' hands were trembling. He really wanted to take out his magic carpet, but damn it, he had to admit that his magic carpet paled in comparison to this flying boat.
Of course, the most important thing for a vehicle was its speed and stability.
A wind creature that was close to the level of an adept would be much faster and steadier than his magic carpet.
He had lost.
Dorcas' mind was filled with darkness. Little Dorcas knelt on the ground. Under the light, his mind was filled with sadness and sorrow.
"What? Do you have something to say? "Angor asked when he saw Dorcas standing still.
Dorcas took a deep breath and pretended that he did not care. "Nothing. I'm just feeling the rising and falling of the sand. I think there will be a huge sandstorm in the Kalas area in the east tomorrow. "
"You can sense that?" Angor was surprised.
"Of course. That's what a desert man can do."
With that, Dorcas hopped onto the Gondola and sat down across from Angor. As soon as Dorcas sat down on the Gondola, he immediately felt a strange sense of comfort. There was a constant temperature force field, a purifying force field, a shielding force field, and a soft cushion.
This, this … he had lost again. Dorcas wanted to cry in his mind.
Angor didn't know what Dorcas was thinking. "There's really a sandstorm coming tomorrow? How did you know?"
"Of course. The wind told me," Dorcas said.
"Can you sense it?" Angor quickly called out to Speed.
Swift Spirit used the power of the wind to create a large green hand and shook it, indicating that it could not sense anything.
Dorcas smiled faintly. "Wind elemental creatures aren't necessarily familiar with every region. The situation in the desert is complicated, and the wind in the desert is noisy. Deciphering this smell is the basis for our judgment of sandstorms."
Angor was surprised. He believed Dorcas' words. Sailors who wandered the sea also had similar abilities. He didn't think that a desert man could do that.
This was much better than some fake prophet apprentices.
Dorcas was satisfied to see Angor's surprised look. He lost in terms of vehicle, but he won in terms of knowledge.
However, Dorcas didn't tell Angor that the Kalas area was the biggest sandstorm area in Laksum Principality. There were sandstorms there every day. It was just a matter of how big they were.
Dorcas cleared his throat and said, "Let's go. I'll lead the way. At the border between the Laksum Duchy and the Goman Kingdom, there was only one place with the remains of an ancient temple, and there was indeed a toppled statue there. I think the person you want to save is there. "
Under Dorcas' guidance, Gondola slowly moved away.
Earlier, Angor had to look for landmarks while trying to find the right direction. It took him an entire day to travel from Goman Kingdom to the Sandworm Market.
But now, with Dorcas' guidance, Gondola could move at full speed.
With the help of Speed and Speed, they heard a series of sonic booms behind them.
However, the sonic booms couldn't reach the inside of Gondola because of the invisible force field. Still, Dorcas could see the ripples in the air caused by the sonic booms.
Without a doubt, Gondola was much faster than his magic carpet.
But it didn't matter.
The old man was a thousand-year-old monster with thousands of years of experience. It was normal for him to have something good. I'm an eighty-year-old genius. When I'm his age, I'll have many more treasures.
Once again, Spirit Victory saved Dorcas' mind from collapsing.
The light of positive energy shone on him again.
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