Chapter 112: Abandonment
The dragon tamer had already gotten used to this roommate. Although he didn’t know how he had arrived or how he ended up trapped in the great vortex. Previously, a human had communicated with an elf, the efficiency of communication was very low because this human who intruded into the great vortex spoke as if thunder struck, fully demonstrating human rudeness.
He seemed to be called Sigma, a chieftain of a human tribe, who one day went out, took a nap, and for some unknown reason ascended to the heavens, also not knowing how he ended up in this great vortex, continuously spinning.
“Booming…” The sound of thunder echoed throughout the great vortex, causing the dust on the table to almost float up. The dragon tamer sighed, covering his long ears, as his boorish human “roommate” spoke again.
“I understand!” Sigma’s voice drifted closer and further away, “The Lord of Trickery! It must be the conspiracy of that Dark God—” His voice faded away again, followed by a usual despair: “The voices of many people echoing in my ears again…”
It was only after Sigma’s thunderous voice departed did the dragon tamer lower his ears and mutter to himself: “The short-lived and foolish mind has finally figured it out. I wonder how long it took him to realize that he has become a god.”
The wound torn from the vortex above glowed with a purple light, like an injury emitting a purple glow. The dragon tamer asked, “Who is stealing the magic power of the great vortex?” Or rather, it should be described as violently snatching. The magically charged energy being violently seized twisted in the sky like a horizontal tornado, purple in color, constantly writhing.
It crossed the earth, mountains, and vast oceans, heading south to the continent covered in rainforests, and crash-landed into an ancient and bloody city. A gigantic pyramid, its body stained red with the blood of sacrifices. The cold-blooded lizardmen, guided by the spirit lizard priests, struck the heads of captives with wooden sticks embedded with black eyes stones, shattering skulls, blood even splattering onto their faces, but the lizardmen’s gazes remained icy.
Amongst the screams mixed with pleas for mercy, the spirit lizard priests jumped in a bizarre dance, wearing brilliant feathers that shifted up and down with their movements, shouting: “Kill them! Kill them! Oh, Ancient Saint above.”
“Please, no!” The lizard warriors ignored the new captives’ pleas, swinging their black-eyed stone clubs, shattering their skulls and spilling blood everywhere. The purple “tornado” descended from the sky, landing in a room at the top of the pyramid.
The room was the core of the entire bloody ritual, and at the core sat a Shilan. His size rivaled the major unclean beings, appearing like an enlarged lazy toad, but instead of lying on the ground, he was seated. His lips were so thick that a woman could lie atop them, his mouth appearing wider than his belly, a visage terrifying enough to make an adult cry. The Shilan was the ruling class of the lizardmen society.
A massive magical wind surged into the Shilan’s head, his eyes filled with light, gazing at the divination pool at the heart of the room. Next to him, a spirit lizard was using giant banana leaves to fan a Shilan named “Majida.”
Suddenly, Shilan Majida opened his vast mouth, saying: “The hot-blooded races that need to be cleansed!” The magical wind spiral was disturbed, twisting violently. It rampaged, and Shilan Majida’s will bound the wild magical wind like a reins, but should it break free, the damage caused would not be a trivial matter like an ordinary runaway horse.
The entire city could vanish in an instant, gone without a trace. Shilan Majida harnessed and tamed the magical wind with his will, engaging in a magical duel with the distant dragon tamer. While taming the magical wind, he shouted: “You hot-blooded servants! Dare to rebel against the Eldest Son of the Ancient Saint! You should have been eradicated long ago.”
“The power of the great vortex is not something you can control!” Each harsh word was more ferocious than the last, and by evening, the ritual finally settled down. Shilan Majida had gathered enough magic power seized from the great vortex to fulfill his grand plan.
Seated on a hovering stone chair, Shilan Majida floated out, gazing at the far-off great vortex from the bloody pyramid, his eyes filled with magical wind.
Outside the city, within the tropical woods, giant beasts controlled by the spirit lizards, along with a cohort of tall and strong lizardmen warriors, assembled at this ancient city. Among them was a snow-white lizardman warrior leader, alongside a giant lizard cloaked in golden adornments, known as the Wanderer. His intelligence was low, but his strength was inversely proportional to it.
This giant lizard had once single-handedly wiped out an elite legion, and he delighted in the sound of crushing human bodies. “It has arrived,” the Wanderer the giant lizard foolishly stared at the ancient city before him, ready to slash, kill, and destroy.
Numerous lizardmen armies converged from all directions, their target: the distant great vortex…
…
Li’anxi the cat was once again neglected. But unlike the previous neglect, this time it filled Li’anxi with worry. Before, Jima treated her like a pet no matter what; even if she ignored her, she would still scratch Li’anxi’s belly, pet her fur, and tickle her back.
Li’anxi had firmly occupied the ecological niche of “pet” and “good fortune mascot.” But now, it was clear that the niche had been taken over by someone else.
It was the magical dragon Mawo. Whenever Jima had free time, she would go play with the magical dragon Mawo. It made sense; who would refuse a “pet” that could be ridden, fly into the air, and breathe fire at enemies?
It had already been a long time since Jima spoke to Li’anxi. Li’anxi even suspected that Jima had forgotten her. Until one day, the strategist of the nose-tooth powder fairy reminded her that there was still a big orange cat in the army.
“Oh.” Jima slapped her head, “It’s Little Li!”
She trotted over and picked up the curled-up Li’anxi from the corner. Li’anxi was so excited that tears streamed down her face; if Jima forgot her for a bit longer, others might catch her, chop her up, and cook a pot of cat meat hotpot—without oil.
A few days ago, there were indeed demons trying to get their hands on her. Jima held her and looked at the strategist of the nose-tooth powder fairy, asking, “Is the teleportation array ready for me?”
“Great King, it’s ready.”
“Master?”
“There is something I need you to do in White City.”
Li’anxi transformed into human form, excitedly saying: “Master, I will handle it well.”
Jima carried her onto the teleportation array, saying, “It’s urgent, otherwise I wouldn’t use the teleportation array to send you away. Luckily, you’re just a cat… remember to wait for me.”
“Okay, Master.”
“The dimensional space bag on your neck has your task description and the needed items.”
“Mm!” Li’anxi nodded vigorously.
This meant that Master wouldn’t abandon her.
“Alright.” Jima placed Li’anxi on the teleportation array, “Let’s start.”
The teleportation array glowed, and within the light, Li’anxi heard Jima’s voice: “Finally going—”
“Master—”
As the light flashed, Li’anxi felt nauseous, as if she had been tossed into a washing machine, spinning around several times.
When she regained consciousness, she saw a room adorned with the emblem of the Holy Hall.
Someone shouted, “What a cute fat hair pig!”
“This is a cat,” said a holy warrior of the Holy Hall, “Look, she even has a tag around her neck that says she urgently needs adoption.”
Li’anxi’s tears immediately flowed out.
On the other side, “Finally able to step on the stage, pass it down, tell the entire army that we are going to a blood-soaked feast.”
