Chapter 241 Chapter 35 Adventurer Camp
The Lion’s Pursuit Adventuring Party and Verafia were walking in the desolate gray field. Due to the fluctuations of residual demonic energy, the sharp winds stirred the ground, creating bursts of harsh sounds.
Along the way, there were still many traces of battle. Even shattered bones dozens of meters high, after the demonic power was extracted, were found diagonally in a place where a powerful spell had flattened a hillside.
“Miss Verafia, look over there! This broken bone was cut off from the chest bone of a Nether Black Winged Dragon by Lord Edgeworth’s ‘Storm Rending Blade’ a few days ago. This undead winged dragon is not easy to deal with. Even ordinary star-level attacks couldn’t break its defense, only Saint-level forbidden spells could damage it…”
The young mage, Bra, introduced cheerfully to Verafia like a lark.
“Such dense, gloomy demonic energy. It seems to be a formidable fellow.”
Verafia looked in the direction Bra pointed and felt a deep chill. The young girl’s golden eyes gazed at the shattered chest bone of the Nether Black Winged Dragon, trying to deduce its former demonic energy structure.
Although they were still in the wilderness outside the concentration camp, the members of the Lion’s Pursuit Adventuring Party had relaxed their expressions along the way. The most lively young mage excitedly introduced them to Verafia and the others.
From Bra’s words, Verafia learned that when this domain was first opened, there were quite a few undead creatures roaming the entire land, and they had even formed primitive tribal hierarchies.
It was precisely under the command of Edgeworth, the “Hand of the Storm,” that the army composed of many adventurers could advance so quickly within the domain left by the Black-Winged Monarch. In less than a month, they had reached the vicinity of the core of the undead domain.
After passing the residual bones of the Nether Black Winged Dragon, they walked for another ten minutes, and a camp occupying a considerable area appeared in Verafia’s eyes.
In the camp, flags of different materials and painted with different patterns fluttered in the air, demarcating the areas of different adventurer teams. There were also tents set up by solo adventurers.
“Miss Vera, this is the camp where we temporarily recuperated after defeating the Nether Black Winged Dragon a few days ago.”
Knight Ron breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the mage girl walking beside him. Verafia nodded at him and looked around with her large golden eyes.
Ron smiled, grabbed his greatsword with his right hand, gave a few instructions to the surrounding team members, and then took the lead.
Iggy walked up to Verafia and asked, “Young Lady, what are your plans?”
“Of course, I’m going in to take a look!”
Verafia’s golden eyes slanted to glance at the young man beside her, her slender hands crossed in front of her chest, and a look of excitement on her small face.
“Although I didn’t expect it, since we’re already here, how can I not get involved? Especially since this is related to the Black-Winged Monarch, who was Lothel’s great enemy a hundred years ago. Of course, I’m interested.”
Although Verafia took a small step forward with her little boots, leaving a small footprint in the soft sand and stones, Iggy could only reach out and touch his head, following the young girl and the others.
…
As they approached the camp, Verafia vaguely felt the trace of her bracelet, and the young girl slightly raised her gaze.
“The person who possibly possesses abyssal power is also among these adventurers?”
Verafia thought to herself, but she did not show it, instead looking around with curious eyes.
Although the temporary encampment of the adventurer army already appeared quite vast from a distance, the scene that unfolded upon closer inspection was even more surprising than Verafia had expected.
Following Knight Ron, who was at the forefront, Verafia attempted to use her spiritual power to probe.
Throughout the entire camp, besides Edgeworth, the “Hand of the Storm,” who was a Saint-level Grand Mage with a will as bright as the rising sun, there were more than ten people at the star level. As for the adventurers below this rank, there were as many as nearly ten thousand! And none of them had a strength below silver!
“With so many professionals, if they were formed into an army, they could probably directly conquer a Grand Duke’s territory, right?”
Verafia exclaimed in praise. She also understood why the allied army composed of adventurers had directly fought their way to the core of the domain in just one month.
A force that could directly field ten thousand high-level professionals above silver, apart from the King and Emperor, was probably not only rare in Peka, but even if the Tyrostea Empire were added, they would still be rare.
Along the way, some adventurers who were familiar with Knight Ron came up to greet them, and they also expressed surprise or teasing remarks towards the powerful and beautiful girls in the procession, causing the wood elf Ain’s pure white long ears to droop shyly. However, Verafia did not pay much attention, merely glancing at them.
Unlike Ophi, who was looking around curiously, Verafia’s gaze fell more on the adventurers.
In the entire camp, besides activities like trading, repairing weapons, and joking around, some people also had conflicts that led to duels. However, overall, it did not disrupt the stable and harmonious atmosphere.
“Although there is a common goal of ‘the Black-Winged Monarch’s drop,’ it’s really not simple that this Grand Mage, the ‘Hand of the Storm,’ could organize these unruly adventurers in such a short time.”
During the Demon Race War, she had also tried to lead an army, so she naturally knew how difficult it would be to achieve such a feat.
A slight smile appeared on the young girl’s exquisite, art-like face as her scorching gold eyes were slightly raised, looking towards the direction of the “Hand of the Storm”: “I just don’t know if this Grand Mage is the planner who opened this relic… I really want to meet him.”
“Ron, it seems you’ve had a good harvest today.”
A knight, also dressed as a knight, carrying a long sword, but with much finer white armor, walked over. Upon seeing the other’s face, Ron quickly replied:
“Lord Omius? Why do you have time to come…”
Verafia’s eyes saw the knight in white armor. The aura of Dou Qi within his body was strong, even in the crystal category, it could be considered profound. However, from the foundation of the knight’s Dou Qi and his instinctive actions, he did not seem like an adventurer, but rather like a knight guard who had undergone rigorous training in the royal court.
“Omius…?” Verafia moved her golden eyes, her youthful lips slightly parting, emitting a faint sound.
“Miss Verafia, you don’t know, Lord Omius is not only powerful, but he is also a knight with upright character!”
Beside Verafia, the young mage Bra said quickly, “At that time, when Uncle Ron and I were ambushed and attacked by several greedy adventuring parties, it was Lord Omius who stepped forward and saved us.”
Hearing Bra’s words, Verafia nodded in understanding. No wonder Ron respected this knight so much.
“…Ron, I’m glad to see you all safe.”
The white-armored knight Omius replied with a smile to Ron, but his gaze lifted to the black-haired young man behind him: “However, I’m here this time because I wanted to meet Young Master Ig.”
