Angor hesitated for a moment. "According to the information I got, I don't think … I don't think it's in the sewer."
Angor was still confident when he said this. But when he stood at the entrance of the path, he began to lose his confidence.
The reason for that was because the smell was simply too strong.
If the Stairs of Hanging Prison was really inside, he should be able to smell it even if he was standing in front of it.
But he never smelled anything in the underground maze of the Nightmare Realm. Instead, he smelled something sweet — the scent of Glutton Flowers.
Because of his experience in the Nightmare Realm, Angor was confident that the Stairs of Hanging Prison was not a sewer.
Now that he thought about it, he realized he was being too confident. The projection of Nether City in the Nightmare Realm was the old Nether City when it was still in ruins. Maybe the sewers back then weren't as bad as they were now, so Angor wouldn't be able to smell anything even if he was inside the sewer.
Or was it because Angor was surrounded by the fragrance of Glutton Flower Lord's saliva, which prevented him from smelling the stench at all?
If that was the case, then his previous conclusion might have been wrong.
Because of this, he did not sound as tough as before.
Vay also noticed the hesitation in Angor's voice, which was completely different from his previous confidence.
As Angor's new fan, Vay would not blame his idol. In fact, he already came up with an excuse for Angor.
After all, Angor only got the information from other sources, and he never really came here. It was normal for dreams to be different from reality. How could he blame Angor?
Vay did not blame Angor for coming up with such an excuse, but it did not stop him from worrying about the real situation.
"What if we're really in the sewer? What should we do? What should we do?"
Vay's "what should we do" echoed in everyone's ears.
Count Black did not say anything either. He had already jumped onto Angor's body. Angor was at the center of the purification field, which meant he was the cleanest spot.
Black Earl believed that Angor would not get himself into such a mess if they were in the gutter. Therefore, using Black Earl's body was the best choice.
Still, he was a famous wizard in the southern wizardry region. It would be embarrassing if he told others that he was running on Angor's back to avoid the stench. So, he did not say anything and simply sat on Angor's back as if he was tired of flying and was using Angor as a tool.
But Angor was not an idiot. He knew exactly what was going on in Count Dark's mind.
However, feigning ignorance was a natural talent of mature human beings. After all, only by being muddle-headed could life be smoother.
Since Angor could see Count Black's strange behavior, so could Wail, who was Count Black's "tool".
But the Dark Count was just a small piece of stone, so it was not difficult for him to carry it. What should he do with a living person? Was she going to hug Angor's thighs the whole way? Although the idea made Wa Yi very excited, he knew that if he really did it, he would not have a good ending.
"Stop crying. If we're really in a gutter, so be it. We have to adapt to any kind of environment. That's what a qualified wizard should do. Look at Khael, he didn't even say anything. That's the difference between us. "
"You know why not? Kael explored many ruins and ran into countless dangers. He was always on the brink of death. This stench won't kill you, and you're still in Angor's purification field. What are you afraid of? "
What he said wasn't wrong at all. Kael didn't seem uncomfortable at all, and the reason was probably similar to what he said … But why did this person's tone sound so much like someone else's?
Thinking of this, everyone quickly turned their heads and looked in the direction of "someone".
As expected, Dorcas, who had been in a daze all this time, regained his spirit. He was the one who spoke.
"You're back? So, is it time to start the final battle with my inspiration? " Angor was no longer trying to hide his words. Dorcas had already realized what was going on.
Dorcas shook his head. "What's going on? It's already over. How can I start?"
That's it? "Angor was surprised. That was it? How did inspiration become a talent so quickly? There was not even a hint of energy leaking out.
Seeing Angor's confusion, Dorcas explained, "There's no final battle. I'm the inspiration, and I'm the inspiration. What I need to do is to reconcile with my inspiration and let it evolve. This is beneficial for both of us. It's over. It's simple and easy. "
Dorcas smiled as he said this.
But was it really as simple as Dorcas said?
The answer was obvious. Definitely not. Everyone was very clear that Dorcas had only said these words because he had gotten carried away with his advancement.
It was like a genius student who had just finished a difficult cantrip test and was now facing a group of poor students. He pretended to be surprised and said, "You think it's difficult? How? It's just basic manipulation. "
Of course, a genius student would feel proud of himself when he said something like this. But he forgot about the hardships he had to go through in the middle of the night.
And Dorcas was such a "genius student".
If it was really as easy as he said, Dorcas would not have been stuck for so many years. He only shamelessly followed the others to the ruins when he had a vague feeling of a breakthrough.
Plus, Angor and Black Earl were not there to help him. They did not point out the abnormalities, nor did they let others tell Dorcas about it. Without them, Dorcas would not have been able to achieve it so easily.
So, what Dorcas said now was just a boastful bragging. There was no reference value at all.
Of course, there were also people in this world who could reach heights that other wizards envied without doing too much practice or training. However, using Jon's classification system of "poor student" and "genius student", such people could no longer be called "genius student". They were the real "genius student".
And there was one such "genius student" here.
Without a doubt, it was Angor, Wai's idol. In just a few years, Angor became a wizard from a mortal. He was only one step away from the path of truth. During this time, he also mastered powerful alchemy skills. His mastery of illusions was also comparable to Sunders' when he was at the same level.
Just listening to it was enough to make people envious and jealous.
The most important thing was that this kind of person was generally unaware of their own achievements as long as they did not forcefully compare themselves to others. Unlike "geniuses" who needed to "pretend", most of the time, they really did not know their own achievements.
Examples like this could be found everywhere. For example, when Angor learned that Wai worshipped him, his first thought was: Why would Wai worship me? I don't have anything worth worshipping. There must be a conspiracy. Wai wants to use me to fight against Black Earl.
This was what they meant by "talent without knowing it".
…
Unlike the others, Angor did not have time to think about trivial matters. As the leader, he only wanted to move forward … and to cheer up the depressed atmosphere.
But now, Dorcas' awakening gave Angor an idea.
"It's over? It's really over? That's great! " Angor approached Dorcas with a joyful look and looked at him with an expectant look. "Since your inspiration has improved, let's go. "Now tell us, is the Stairs of Hanging Prison in the gutter?"
The others also realized what was going on and looked at Dorcas with the same expectant look. Even Black Earl turned the stone slab around and pointed his nose at Dorcas.
Facing everyone's gazes, as well as the anticipation that could be felt even without them saying it out loud, Dorcas didn't look very happy. Instead, he instantly froze and stuttered, "This … What is this … You all …"
"What are you talking about? What? You don't know? "Angor was confused." Where's your inspiration? Hurry up and release it. "
Dorcas was a little embarrassed. "My inspiration is not a pet. I can release it whenever I want! Besides, I've told you many times. I'm not a Prophet. Don't use me as one! "
"I'm not asking you. I'm asking about your inspiration," Angor said in a serious tone.
"My inspiration is also mine!" Dorcas said.
Angor raised an eyebrow and stared at Dorcas without saying anything. His eyes gradually turned dark. Dorcas felt a chill run down his spine at the depth of the aura.
Several seconds later, Dorcas could not hold it anymore. "I really don't know. My inspiration has improved, but it's only an interim result. It needs a process of nirvana and rebirth.
"Like a seed that falls into the ground, it also needs to be nourished by spring and summer before it can blossom and bear fruit.
"It needs to wait. Wait. Understand? "
Angor narrowed his eyes. "So, your inspiration has completely lost its effect?"
Dorcas nodded.
"When will it recover?" Angor's voice began to become emotionless.
"About … a few days? Or a few weeks? Or … a few years? "
Angor did not want to listen anymore. He turned around and ignored Dorcas. Earlier, he thought that Dorcas' inspiration could help them. Even if they went to the Stairs of Hanging Prison, they would still need Dorcas' inspiration to find a Wood Spirit. That was why they went along the narrow path.
Now it seemed that this bastard helped them.
Now that Dorcas had lost his value, Angor did not want to talk to him anymore.
They could not get an answer from Dorcas, but they could not stay here forever. They had to move forward.
Angor said, "Since Dorcas is awake, let's go inside. According to Sonar Locator and the Speed Spirit, we can't find the passage to the sewer for now. "
"That's even scarier. Even Sonar Locator couldn't find the entrance to the sewer, sir. If this place is already so smelly, I can't imagine what it'll be like if we go deeper."
For the first time, the Black Earl agreed with Vay's words. However, the Black Earl did not say anything. He just stayed on Angor's shoulder like a pendant.
Angor looked at Vay. "It doesn't matter if the Stairs of Hanging Prison is in the sewer, or how bad the smell is. Trust me, I won't let the stench enter my illusion. "
Angor's words were sincere, and his promise was clear. Plus, Vay was Angor's fan, so he was convinced by Angor's words.
As for Dorcas and Kael, Angor did not need to comfort them. They were not afraid of the stench in the first place.
If they really could not stand it, they could just block their five senses.
As for the fact that they might not be able to get rid of the stench for several days, that was fine. They could just keep blocking their senses. As long as the stench did not affect them, they would be fine.
"Let's move then. This isn't a safe place." Angor glanced at the clock towers in the distance.
He was not worried about the two wizard-level Witch's Eyes. Instead, he was worried about the people who might come later.
This place was still peaceful. However, those who came later might accidentally ignite the explosives that had been lying dormant for years. If that happened, the whole place would be in chaos.
If the special Witch's Eyes used that supernatural item, the Ruler might come as well.
To avoid running into the old monster, they had to leave this place as soon as possible.
Besides, if the Ruler really came, they might be able to use the time difference to get through the hall without meeting the Ruler.
With that in mind, Angor stepped into the darkness without hesitation.
…
Everyone had different thoughts when they entered the familiar maze again.
There were no mutated squirrels or Witch's Eyes here. Everything looked quiet, but there was also a terrible stench that Vay and Black Earl could not stand.
They were now inside the purification field, which prevented them from smelling anything outside. However, this also meant that they could not use their sense of touch, and their sense of danger was at its lowest.
This was where the benefits of being a team came in handy.
Vay and Black Earl had lost their sense of danger because of their own injuries. However, the others were not too afraid of the stench, so they did not have to worry about their safety.
In fact, for people other than Vay and Black Earl, this quiet maze actually made it easier for them to move through.
Now that there were no more monsters to disturb them, and Dorcas's Aura was successfully upgraded, his incessant chatter came back.
It sounded like a demon's voice that echoed in everyone's ears.
Of course, Angor was the most affected one. Dorcas's words were filled with questions, and Angor needed to answer them.
Perhaps because of this, no one tried to stop Dorcas even though they were also suffering from his voice attack.
Dorcas was not the only one who wanted to know the answers to these questions.
What did Angor do when he suddenly cut off the Spirit Bond?
How did Angor know that multiple Witch's Eyes would weaken their senses?
How did he force the Witch's Eyes to fuse with his shadow?
Also, could the silver ornament and the crown really fit together?
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