It took them a day to get here, but it took them less than three hours to reach the border of Laksum Principality. He had to admit that Dorcas' guidance saved Angor a lot of time.
After crossing several yellow sand dunes, they arrived at a temple that had been eroded by wind and sand.
"That's the one closest to Goman Kingdom, one of the twelve branches of the Desert Temple," Dorcas said.
"Desert Temple? The ancient religion of Laksum Principality? "
"Not entirely. It was passed down from ancient times, and there were some faults along the way. But many desert people still believe in it now. I heard there's still a Desert Temple that hasn't been abandoned yet. But there are fewer and fewer true believers nowadays. Most of them just go with the flow and don't really believe in it. "
It was like someone who found money on the side of the road and said happily, "Thank you, Lady Luck."
Did he really believe in the Goddess of Luck? Angor nodded.
Angor nodded in understanding. He brought up the issue of faith because any wizard would be wary of the existence of such a belief. Many so-called gods were likely to be wild gods, foreign gods, demon gods, or evil gods from other realms. They controlled the lives of their believers and stole their faith in an attempt to corrupt the wizarding world.
There was a time when the Supreme Cult dealt a devastating blow to all major religions. However, faith was not something that could be completely eradicated. For those at the top, it was a tool to fool the masses. For those at the bottom, it was their spiritual support.
When the Supreme Cult realized that they could not eradicate all the major religions, they began to control them. At the very least, the number of extraterritorial gods using believers to infiltrate the Southern Region had decreased by a lot.
Since they had already seen the ruined temple, with the speed of Speed Spirit, it would only take one or two seconds to reach the temple.
Angor looked down at the temple from above and saw what Abelle said in her sleep. There was a statue with a missing arm lying on the ground outside the temple.
It seemed that this was Abelle's hiding place.
"Who's the one you're looking for?" Dorcas had already used his spirit power to observe the surroundings. What he found surprised him. "There are at least twenty people around here, and all of them are apprentices."
Following Dorcas' gaze, Angor saw several moving black dots around the temple. They all wore the same uniform, with the emblem of a crown and a scepter on their robes. Faint mana ripples emanated from their bodies.
"This is the Goman Kingdom's Royal Knights."
When Dorcas heard that the other party was a royal knight of the Goman Kingdom, his expression immediately showed disdain. "So it's that tyrant's lackey."
Goman King didn't have a good reputation in the Southern Region. They were also not friendly to wandering Wizards. Dorcas had heard rumors that some wandering Wizards had gone to the Goman Kingdom's Wizard Fair and then mysteriously disappeared. Perhaps it was Goman King who was behind all of this.
"These hawks and hounds aren't anything good. They seem to be searching for something in the vicinity of the temple. They even used their senses." Dorcas sneered, "I'm guessing that your junior was forced to ask you for help by these people."
That was what Angor was thinking as well.
He only parted with Abelle for a day. Judging by the time, Abelle should be at the Goman Kingdom's Wizard Fair, waiting for a teleportation array to open. But now, Abelle was running away in a hurry. She even used the illusion Angor gave her to contact Angor. It was obvious that her enemy was too strong for her to handle.
These Tyrant Hawks and hounds were perfect candidates to hunt Abelle down.
Dorcas saw no reaction from Angor and suggested, "Should I go down there and take care of them?"
"Wait a moment."
Angor already found Abelle's hiding place through the feedback of nightmare energy. Once they found Abelle, he would have enough evidence to make his move.
Of course, Angor wasn't someone who only relied on evidence. Another reason was that Abelle was currently experiencing the illusion that revealed Guina's true identity. He didn't want to disturb Abelle because of Dorcas.
However, Angor's plan to let Abelle go through her dream without being disturbed was quickly interrupted.
Abelle, who was hiding in the yellow sand, was finally discovered by the two hounds.
All the Guman royal knights surrounded him. Even though their robes covered their faces, the gathered malice seemed to be substantial.
There was no doubt that their target was Abelle.
"They found your junior. Do you want me to help you take care of them?" Dorcas sounded a little excited. Fighting was always fun for him. Unfortunately, these were all apprentices who could only do some simple chop. They didn't have the same enthusiasm as fighting an evenly matched opponent.
Angor shook his head. "Abelle is still in her dream. Let her sleep for a while. As for these people, I'll handle them. "
Angor had never seen Dorcas fight before, but he could tell that the man was someone who used brute force to pave the way. If he went down to fight, he might wake Abelle up.
He wanted to see if Abelle had changed after experiencing the "Truth Illusion". It was better for him to deal with the hounds.
Dorcas did not refute this. Moreover, he wanted to see what Magus Lyon had up his sleeves.
Dorcas stared at Angor and prepared to watch the whole process.
One minute. Two minutes.
Dorcas looked at Angor in confusion. Angor didn't do anything.
Wasn't he afraid that Abelle would be harmed?
With that in mind, Dorcas climbed over the edge of the boat and looked down. When he saw what was happening below, his pupils shrank.
Down below, the eagles and hounds, who were originally walking in a certain direction, suddenly began to walk in a disorderly manner, as if they were going around in circles. They began to panic, shouting incessantly, but everyone could only hear their own shouts. It was as if they had entered a closed loop.
They went from being lost, to being anxious, to being uneasy, and finally fainting.
In just a few seconds, everyone was lying on the ground, including the hounds.
Dorcas looked at Angor in shock. He watched Angor so closely, but Angor didn't do anything. How did he do it?
Angor noticed Dorcas' confusion. "Let's go down now. You'll get the answer you want."
Angor slowly lowered the Gondola.
After landing, Dorcas glanced at Angor and quickly walked toward the fainted hounds.
A moment later, Angor also walked to them in a leisurely manner.
"Illusions again." Dorcas looked at Angor. "Right?"
Angor nodded noncommittally.
"But I didn't see you release any magic just now, and there were no illusion nodes emanating from your body. How did you do it?" Dorcas asked doubtfully.
Angor didn't answer directly. Instead, he gave a meaningful answer. "The desert weather is hot, but it's perfect for something."
Desert weather? A thought suddenly flashed through Dorcas' mind. He seemed to have thought of something.
"Mirage?"
Angor chuckled. "Something like that."
Angor did use a mirage spell. He didn't study it systematically, but when he was in the dream wasteland, he often used "Weather Manipulation" to create all kinds of mirages. In reality, with his current vision and setup, it was still very easy for him to pry open a mirage without making a sound.
However, the mirages only blinded the people's eyes, which meant they were just illusions. What really knocked them out was the sound illusion created by the wind.
Obviously, Dorcas did not notice the illusion nodes hidden in the wind.
"What do you mean 'something like that'?" Dorcas grumbled.
"It means you got it right," Angor said casually. He didn't wait for Dorcas to ask any more questions. He walked around the unconscious people and headed toward Abelle's hiding place.
Abelle's hiding place wasn't marked with any markings. It was just an ordinary sand dune.
Also, Abelle seemed to have set up something to block most of the energy and aura from escaping.
However, since Abelle was in a nightmare dream, Angor could easily find her.
He gently waved away the sand, layer by layer, until he finally saw Abelle's sleeping body after moving about ten meters away.
However, he wasn't paying attention to Abelle. Instead, he looked at the top of Abelle's head, where an emerald parrot with a wart-shaped crown was staring at him.
"Shit! I'm discovered!" the parrot screamed.
"I'm going back to Origin Realm. But before that, I'll help you one last time! "The parrot reached out its beak and pecked at Abelle's forehead. After waking Abelle up, the parrot prepared to leave. It didn't care whether Abelle could escape or not.
However, before the crowned parrot's beak could peck at Abreu's head, a large light blue hand grabbed the crowned parrot and pulled it out of the deep pit below.
The parrot realized that something was wrong and prepared to return to Origin Realm.
"You're Abelle's summon, right? I didn't think Abelle would summon a — "
Angor didn't know who the parrot was, so he tried to think of a proper name.
"A stupid bird," Dorcas answered.
"How dare you call me a stupid bird!" The parrot was enraged by Dorcas' words. It didn't return to Origin Realm and continued to attack Angor. "You red-headed roly-poly! How dare you talk to me like that? If I say you're a roly-poly, the entire Poly Family will feel ashamed of you. You're an ugly toy for children! Children will pee on your head!"
Dorcas tried to argue at first, but the parrot kept attacking like a machine gun. Dorcas didn't know what to say.
Dorcas wasn't someone who would give up easily. Since he couldn't win the argument, he decided to attack.
Still, he put a shield on the parrot with a smile on his face.
The parrot glanced at Angor when it sensed the barrier around it and felt that this guy was quite smart. Now that it was confident, the parrot's firepower became even more shocking.
Angor had never heard of such explosive, long-lasting, and non-repetitive attacks in his life.
More importantly, the parrot's barks were as fast and powerful as a machine gun. The parrot spoke so fast, yet it could still be heard clearly. The level of mental pollution was beyond imagination.
Of course, this was referring to Dorcas.
While Dorcas stomped his foot in anger, Angor quietly stepped aside. He didn't forget to put up a barrier around the parrot from time to time.
This scolding went on for a full hour.
Dorcas couldn't do anything to the parrot, and he didn't want to fight Angor either, so he shut himself up. He sat on the ground with his arms crossed and gave off a cold aura, as if he didn't want anyone to get close to him.
Angor saw that the parrot was done scolding him. He smiled and asked, "What's your name?"
Maybe it was because Angor put a barrier on the parrot, which earned it a little bit of affection. "Just call me 'Master'."
Veins popped on Angor's forehead.
"I'm asking about your race," Angor said in a plain tone.
"What an ignorant fool. You don't even know that your master is a noble crowned parrot. How rude of you."
Angor raised an eyebrow and poked the parrot's forehead with a finger.
The parrot didn't expect Angor to do that. It anxiously tried to return to the Origin Realm, but Angor was faster than it.
A light spot sank into the parrot's forehead, and it fainted on the ground.
"You didn't want me to touch it when it was scolding me. Now it's your turn, and you're working pretty hard, aren't you?" A faint voice came from behind.
Angor didn't say anything. He thought the parrot was interesting, and he didn't want it to get hurt. But now, it was still interesting. It just needed to be taught a lesson.
"Good move though! Is it dead? If not, I'll give it another stab. I'll stab it from its back and come out through its stinking mouth! "
Just imagining this scene made Dorcas laugh out loud.
Angor didn't care. He let the Hand of Spell grab the unconscious parrot to protect it from Dorcas' sneak attack.
Instead of paying attention to the unconscious parrot, Angor looked at Abelle who was at the bottom of the pit.
He waved a hand.
Several glowing tentacles appeared under Abelle's body. The tentacles weaved together and turned into a soft cushion made of illusionary light.
The cushion slowly floated up with Abelle on it.
After placing Abelle on the flat sand, the Phantom Light Cushion slowly dissipated.
Dorcas knew he couldn't do anything to the parrot for now, so he turned his attention to Abelle. When he saw the cushion, he thought, "Another illusion."
So far, this Wizard of Leon had attacked three times, and each time, it was an illusion.
Could he be an illusionist?
There weren't many illusionist wizards in the southern wizarding region. Which one could it be?
While Dorcas pondered, Angor kept an eye on Abelle.
She was still sleeping. But this time, she didn't call out to Angor in her dream. Instead, she was in a real dream.
There were traces of tears on her cheeks, and there were also water droplets at the corners of her eyes.
Her expression alternated between fear and sadness.
Anyone who saw this scene would know that she was having a nightmare.
"You said you want her to have nightmares if she keeps sleeping?" Dorcas moved closer and gave Angor a strange look. "You have such a fetish?"
Angor didn't care about Dorcas' nonsense.
He turned his attention to Abelle and waited for her to wake up. Judging by the progress of his nightmare dream, it should be nearing its end now. Yaniga and Chaila should be dead by now. Guina asked Vonman to skin them alive.
When everything was settled, what would Abelle's choice be?
(End of Chapter)
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