bacchusnovels Chapter 109 The Undead Retreat, A Brief Calm
Chapter 109 The Undead Retreat, A Brief Calm
Chapter 109 The Undead Retreat, A Brief Calm
A tea shop in the inner city of the ancient capital.
The owner here is quite reasonable; during this time, he has taken in a large number of refugees.
The teahouse has three floors. At this time, the first and second floors, as well as the entrance, were already full of people. After the owner had several waiters serve tea to everyone for free, he went to the third floor by himself.
The third floor is not open to the public; it is a small attic.
From here, you can see the Clock Tower Magic Association in front of you at a glance.
The golden ancient bell atop the clock tower is striking incessantly.
Each time it is struck, a golden energy rises into the air and merges with the city's last line of defense.
The golden energy sustains the barrier, becoming the most crucial element for humanity at this moment.
If the barrier breaks, this city will truly perish!
The heavy rain outside the window was still falling, but I don't know when it started, the color of the rain changed, and it became less murky than at the beginning.
The spirits within the ancient capital city no longer howled, as if they were tired and taking a break.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, those people in the outer city of the ancient capital who were unable to evacuate in time at the beginning have completed a safe and effective evacuation with the help of the monks.
This one-hour truce came at the perfect time, and it was absolutely crucial!
In the face of such a devastating catastrophe, every minute and every second can ignite hope in an individual or a family.
"Let's go, let's go to that teahouse and have some water."
On the street, several people with their families, looking exactly like a group of refugees, were heading towards the teahouse.
Through the window, Xue Zang, the teahouse owner, looked down at the crowd gathering on the street, a sinister glint in his eyes.
"Did you really think you were safe once you got here?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a waiter from the teahouse ran up and whispered something in his ear.
Upon hearing the news brought by his waiter, Xue Zang looked terrified and rushed downstairs.
"Boss Xue!" Downstairs, a sharp-eyed customer immediately greeted Xue Zang with a cheerful smile.
At a time when everyone is looking out for themselves, there are still people willing to open shops and provide free space and water to these people who come from out of town. Isn't that the mark of a kind-hearted person?
"Boss Xue!"
"Mr. Xue, thank you so much."
"Boss Xue is such a good person."
As the first person's voice rang out, one person after another stood up and waved to greet Xue Zang.
Looking at the people blocking his way, Xue Zang's eyes revealed undisguised disgust as he cursed, "Get out of my way, don't bother me, you bunch of trash."
As soon as he finished speaking, the teahouse fell completely silent.
One by one, the guests watched in disbelief as Xue Zang walked past them.
This?
Is this still the same approachable and easy-going teahouse owner?
Xue Zang did not give them an answer; his figure quickly disappeared into the heavy rain.
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"That's great, that's great!"
On the inner city tower, Han Ji, the president of the Magic Association, looked down at the mages and residents who were constantly retreating, and finally a smile appeared on his face.
The liquid given by the white-robed man, combined with the water-based super-level magic of Lu Huan, the strongest mage among the ancient capital's imperial guards, truly neutralized the Nine Nether Dew in the rainwater.
Without the effects of the Nine Nether Dew, the undead, who should have been hiding in their dens during the day, were finally able to resume their normal routines and retreat.
Although the liquid brought back by the white-robed man was not much and didn't last very long, it was more than enough for them at the moment.
If we can eliminate the root cause now, this catastrophe will be over.
"President, don't be too happy yet. We haven't found the location of that person's tomb yet." The man in white robes still had a trace of worry in his eyes as he quietly reminded Han Ji.
"I know."
How could Han Ji not know that the crisis was not over yet? However, they genuinely did not know the location of the ancient royal tomb.
Although the Land of the Dead is vast, countless mages have trod there over the centuries, yet no one has ever been known to have discovered the tomb of an ancient king.
This world is never short of treasure hunters. If the ancient king's tomb really was in the Land of the Dead, it would probably have been dug up long ago.
No one could guess what was in the mind of that great king.
Where will his tomb be placed?
Below the city gate, Xue Zang walked up with the answer to this question.
"Who are you?" Han Ji's gaze suddenly turned to Xue Zang.
"The newly appointed Blue Robe of the Black Vatican is also the highest-ranking official under Lord Salan in this city that is about to perish." Xue Zang grinned, his smile smug.
He made no attempt to conceal his identity; in fact, one could say he emphasized it.
I don't know which kind-hearted person suddenly killed all the high-ranking officials in the ancient capital, allowing this gray-robed priest to sit in such a high position.
Moreover, once you don the blue robes, you become the most crucial person to kick off the grand feast.
Spalashi, Spalashi!
This feeling is amazing.
Upon hearing these arrogant words, one of the guards behind Han Ji was about to make a move, but was stopped by the white-robed man beside him.
The man in white shook his head slightly at Han Ji.
Han Ji narrowed his eyes, glanced coldly at Xue Zang, and casually gestured for everyone behind him to stop.
"You dare show your face in front of us? Aren't you afraid of dying?"
"You think you can kill me? Hahaha, don't make me laugh." Xue Cang played with the ring on his hand that represented the blue robe, and glanced disdainfully at everyone present.
Negotiate?
In an instant, Han Ji understood Xue Zang's purpose in appearing here.
If he came here to flaunt his status, then the Black Vatican would be wiped out. If this guy isn't here to die, then he must want to negotiate some terms with me.
What is there under his control that he cares about?
Han Ji racked his brains, and soon he thought of something.
"You've come to rescue Salam?"
"So what if it is?" Xue Zang sneered, then continued, "Or rather, I, this great philanthropist, am here to save those innocent high-level mages. Oh dear, tsk tsk tsk, a group of pitiful people, working so hard to defend this city, only to die tragically at the hands of their own people, I really can't bear it."
Xue Zang's words were like a slap in Han Ji's face.
"Tell us what you can offer us?" the man in white robes interjected.
"Aren't you looking for the location of the tomb? I can tell you."
Upon hearing this, the man in white robes looked at Han Ji, knowing that he was not qualified to make a decision.
Han Ji's expression kept changing.
Salam's life and the lives of millions in the city?
This is a glimmer of hope. If we can find the tomb and stop that person from waking up, we can save millions of people.
"Release them!"
After the Imperial Guards released the imprisoned high-level mages, Xue Zang revealed the location of the tomb.
The news that the ancient king's tomb was located within the Abyss of Calamity extinguished the last glimmer of hope they had begun to have.
Is that really a place where people can go?
At this moment, they could never have imagined that a great battle was taking place within the Abyss of Fiends.
A battle that concerns the lives of millions in a city!
(End of this chapter)