Chapter 95: Is Abyss a Coward?
The rotting undead dragon flapped its massive wings, landing with a thunderous crash on the outskirts of Keshel amidst strong winds. The sheer weight of the dragon caused the earth to tremble violently, but the defending Druids were even more shaken.
“What is that? A dragon?”
“Aren’t dragons extinct? Where did she get a dragon?”
“That’s an undead dragon! Its skin is rotting! It’s Necromancers! The Necromancers have returned!”
The Druids, who had been desperately fighting the enemy, now hesitated to advance. Some rash young ones wanted to attack but were held back by their elders.
The power of a Necromancer capable of commanding a dragon was self-evident, far beyond the description of “high-ranking.” This was likely a Supreme Necromancer, one who had reached the highest mortal standard.
Facing such a formidable foe, attacking rashly without understanding their capabilities was suicidal.
Looking closely, they saw two figures standing on the dragon. One was familiar to the Druids – Miss Leona, Master Belator’s powerful Dou Qi Master companion. Beside her stood a alluring but pale-faced woman.
“Whew… The magic around the Sacred Tree is indeed rich. Sister quite likes it here,” the woman took a deep breath and said to Leona beside her. “It seems I can exert more power here. Little sister Leona, I’ll give you a chance to speak now. How about calling your master ABC to come save you?”
Leona, whose body had been controlled for nearly three days, felt she could now control her respiratory system, mouth, and throat.
“Old hag, I suggest you give up. Do you think he’ll just give it to you because you ask?” But Leona didn’t call out to Abyss as Fidia intended. The proud princess would never obey an enemy.
“Oh? Is that so?” Fidia sneered. “Do you really think I have no way to deal with you?”
“Ah, dear Junior Sister Fidia, it seems your mission was also successfully completed. As expected of you, easily subduing Leona.”
Just then, a pale-faced man emerged from the midst of the Iron Lily members. Seeing Fidia, he smiled in greeting, then chanted a spell, using wind magic to lift himself up and fly to their side.
“Senior Brother Shor, you’re quite impressive too. The Druids must be exhausted by your plague by now, right? Hehehe…”
Fidia also laughed charmingly. Her tone towards this man was excessively artificial, making Leona, standing nearby, feel an urge to punch her nose crooked.
The male Necromancer named Shor waved dismissively: “Using Master’s plague magic against these elves couldn’t be simpler. By now, that little fellow named Abyss must be cornered. He hasn’t shown his face these past few days; I don’t know what he’s doing. Unfortunately, my spies can’t fly into the Druid gathering; those Supreme Druids inside are no pushovers.”
So, the plague Keshel had endured these past few days was the work of this Necromancer named Shor, operating secretly. He had used exceptional magic to conceal himself, remaining undetected. Only now, when it was time to negotiate with Abyss, did he reveal himself.
“Excellent, it seems we can complete this mission beautifully, Senior Brother. After we return, you must reward me well,” Fidia winked at Shor.
Shor smirked: “Hmm, although I’m not particularly interested in women with body heat, if we really succeed, it’s not impossible. Continue calling him out. Get Abyss out here. This guy’s burying his head like an ostrich; you might need to call a few more times.”
Leona immediately cursed: “A pair of dogs.”
“Damn it, forgot to revoke her speaking privileges,” Fidia’s good mood was ruined by Leona. She angrily retracted that part of control over Leona’s body.
“Little girl, you’d better just watch quietly. Your master is cornered. If he refuses to hand over the Sage’s Blood, I might just enjoy a taste of you,” Shor looked lecherously at Leona’s body, but finding her figure too underdeveloped, he quickly lost interest and looked away.
“Abyss Belator, how long are you going to hide under the Druids’ protection? Come out and face me, you little mongrel!”
Fidia’s voice, amplified by magic, boomed out again. Her mood, soured by Leona’s insults, made her words noticeably harsher.
But Abyss still didn’t respond. Keshel remained silent.
“Senior Brother Shor, could he have escaped?” Fidia frowned, glancing back at Shor.
Shor shook his head: “He wouldn’t do that. He must be inside the Druid gathering. Keep calling him!”
“Abyss Belator! Are you still planning to cower inside? The lives of Keshel’s innocent people and the fate of your Miss Leona are now entirely in our hands! If you say or do anything wrong, it could lead to extremely serious consequences!”
Fidia shouted again.
Silence was still her only answer.
“Iron Lilies, continue your assault!” Fidia stomped her foot on the dragon’s back in frustration and commanded.
At Fidia’s command, the Iron Lily members, who had paused their attack to watch the show, snapped back to reality – if they stopped, wouldn’t the Druids get a chance to rest and help the plague-stricken villagers?
Thus, these thugs empowered by the Lord of Bullying resumed their charge towards Keshel. The Druids, having used the brief respite to move the outermost villagers, immediately began defending against the Iron Lilies again.
“Abyss Belator! Don’t you care about your dear Miss Leona anymore? Don’t you want her nestled by your side? I know you like her very much!” Fidia’s speech quickened. “Also, don’t think we wouldn’t dare eliminate Leona. Master gave us orders: if negotiations fail, Leona must disappear! This weakens your side and maximizes our benefit – furthermore, those plague-stricken villagers will die soon and turn directly into undead!”
Fidia’s words were terrifying. The Druids and the few conscious young villagers were aghast.
But Abyss still didn’t answer.
Fidia frowned, staring intently at the Druid gathering’s perimeter.
What on earth was Abyss doing?
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