Chapter 86 Thoughts in the Dark Night
On the ink-black sky, thick clouds spread, and after the starlight was obscured, a shadow without light fell upon the earth.
The scorching sword marks gradually extinguished under the grinding of magic power. The hard-soled leather boots stepped down heavily, and although they made no sound, it felt as if the entire earth were trembling.
Necromancer Rogge was wrapped in a heavy robe as stiff as iron, with Nether’s black smoke constantly seeping out from his chest and cuffs.
“Rogge, Marquis Mays couldn’t chase anymore… and to break this domain, unless the King of Peka is by his side.”
A clear, and obviously indifferent girl’s voice came from the darkness.
Upon hearing the voice, the secret technique that the Necromancer was forcefully maintaining on his body could no longer hold. His emaciated hand supported his staff as he knelt on one knee, coughed heavily, and the black blood he spat out still faintly showed the scorching red color.
“I thought everyone from Harlancton would be like that arrogant swordsman… I didn’t expect you to be so miserable?”
Another teasing voice with a light laugh came, still a crystal-clear and pleasant girl’s voice like a jade harmonica. A black radiance flickered around the Necromancer, and out walked a dark elf with pointed ears, clad in a heavy black robe but still exposing a lot of dark skin, clearly showing beautiful lines.
The Necromancer held his chest with one hand. After the black mist dispersed, the robe opening revealed a sword mark, which clearly caused him great pain. Rogge’s face, forced open, looked grim and ferocious under the dim ghost fire.
“Cough, cough, I am naturally not comparable to Lord Arneti… But, Evunsta, don’t forget, that person is Marquis Mays of Peka!”
“Just a Saint Rank.”
The one called Evunsta took a step closer, revealing a quiver and a longbow under the ghostly light. It was clear her profession was a dark elf ranger. The dark elf fiddled with the short sword in her hand, her slightly raised eyes glanced at the Necromancer, and a smile curled on her lips, teasingly saying:
“Moreover, don’t you want to kill the chief mage of Peka? Would a Saint Rank lord be stronger than her?”
“Miss Evunsta, you saw Marquis Mays’ sword just now, there’s no need to mock Lord Rogge here.”
The indifferent female voice came, then the slightly longer heels tapped lightly on the ground, making a crisp sound. Approaching them was a human girl with chestnut-colored long hair and a beautiful face.
However, if Verafia were here, she would definitely recognize this as Verodia, whom she had met once in Rubiel City and who had tried to set a trap for her.
Verodia’s once soft and lustrous pupils were now filled with indifference as she looked at the dark elf ranger in the dark night:
“Moreover, Marquis Mays is not just an ordinary Saint Rank. If the information I have is correct, a hundred years ago, he even learned swordsmanship from that person, and is not comparable to someone like Vicena who has a mere reputation.”
When mentioning Vicena’s name, the girl clearly showed a hint of disdain on her face.
“Say whatever you want.”
The dark elf gently flicked the short sword in her hand, and her eyes, a little raised, flicked at the Necromancer, “However, envoy of the Abyss, you should remember that in your damned place, my current strength has not recovered enough to be ignored. Just now, to set up an obstacle for that so-called chief mage, the dark night magic crystal you gave me has been almost consumed.”
Previously, Rogge’s “Star Body” was able to suppress and even heavily wound Vicena, who was at the peak Saint Rank, and this was naturally inseparable from the roles of Verodia and the dark elf.
Among them, the actions of Evunsta, a dark elf ranger, were even more indispensable.
However, Verodia still frowned slightly at the dark elf’s words before raising her face and saying, “Miss Evunsta, please rest assured. The dark night magic crystal for you to use will be brought soon. For our subsequent actions, you are indispensable…”
“If indispensable, then no need.”
Before Verodia could finish speaking, she was rejected by the dark elf waving her hand:
“Envoy of the Abyss… En, and the guy from Harlancton, whether you are here to cause trouble or have other intentions, it doesn’t matter to me. Although I’ve finally come to your human world, my mission is still to bring that runaway little girl from Branstad back.”
Verodia frowned, clearly displeased with the dark elf’s words. However, Evunsta did not seem to care at all, her slender fingers lightly stroking her silvery-white hair, and she turned her eyes to smile at her.
“Although the High Priest has some agreement with you, I don’t want to end up like Divog, who was a Saint Rank but was killed by a few children.”
The “Divog” mentioned by Evunsta referred to the dark elf mage who was killed by Verafia and Ophi in Grand Highland.
As Verafia had guessed, the dark elf’s power was far from what he showed, and it was entirely due to the “repulsion” factor that he only showed Crystal Rank magic power.
It was clear that Evunsta mentioned this matter to preemptively declare that she would be slacking off.
However, Verodia suddenly smiled and shook her head slightly: “Miss Evunsta, about that Wood Elf you mentioned… Since we agreed beforehand, there’s no need to worry. However, Elf of the Dark Night, aren’t you really curious about why I and the envoy of the Magic Monarch came here to do what we did?”
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The dragon’s vibrating wings tore through the traces of the dark night, moving at extreme speed through the sky.
Although Ophi had been sulking and stubborn for a while when Verafia called her to turn into a dragon because she had been ridiculed before, after the two girls glared at each other and remained deadlocked for a long time, Ophi, who always liked to consider others, finally relented.
With the speed of a Frost Giant Dragon, it didn’t take long to find a town where they could stay. Moreover, although it was already midnight, the town still had an inn that was always prepared for adventurers, and there were enough rooms.
Verafia’s small boots made a crisp sound on the wooden floor, and the girl outwardly showed her liveliness.
In front of her room, Verafia did not forget to continue bickering with Ophi, making the Ice Dragon Girl’s little face turn completely red with anger, before she triumphantly pushed open the door and entered the room like a victor.
Entering the room, the girl took off the crystal bracelet on her fair and slender wrist and a bone fragment strung with a silver chain, placing them on the table.
Verafia looked at the copper-framed mirror placed on the table, and in the mirror, the girl also watched with golden eyes.
Although Vicena had briefly recounted her encounter on the dragon’s back, Verafia was not in the mood to think about what kind of power and their intentions were at this moment.
When facing Vicena, Verafia clearly felt… that she could not let go of her past state of mind as she had originally imagined.
