Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1185 Reappearing

The withered vines drooped down, covering the rotting wooden structure. The entire ruins had been frozen in a silent atmosphere that no one had tread within for a while.

Alger and a few sailors circled around the ruin in the environment of a withering winter, but they still failed to discover anything of value.

“Captain, batches of adventurers have come here before. What else could they have left us?” Finally, a sailor in his thirties impatiently broke the silence.

This resonated with his other companions as they echoed, “A place that didn’t take us much time to learn about can definitely be easily found by others.”

“That’s right, that’s right. Let’s continue to f**k the Feysacians!”

“Captain, are you trying to make this place a stronghold?”

Alger slowly scanned the area, quelling the sailors to stop their complaints under his gaze and making them choose to obey.

After a few seconds of silence, he said, “I plan on using this place to ambush the Feysacians.

“Let’s observe the terrain and see if it’s suitable.”

With such an excuse, the sailors barely perked up, and the group quickly entered the depths of the elven ruins.

As he walked, Alger’s spiritual perception was triggered as he subconsciously looked behind a gigantic tree.

There were some signs of churning in the soil over there, and it wouldn’t take more than a year.

Alger retracted his gaze and pretended not to notice anything amiss. He naturally looked elsewhere.

After exploring the elven ruins, they returned to their new camp.

At that moment, it was almost evening and the forest was getting colder. Alger had dinner with the sailors before leaving two patrolling guards behind, and then all of them entered their respective tents.

The cold wind blew through the trees, causing the bonfire to sway. Alger, who had wanted to leave the campsite in the middle of the night, suddenly heard faint singing from afar.

The voice was ethereal, like a woman humming and singing slowly, relating her inner thoughts.

This made Alger involuntarily recall the past. He recalled his mother who had long passed away, and the days when he was a bullied child.

Indescribable grief surged from the bottom of his heart, preventing him from waking up immediately. He waited for a few seconds before he suddenly sat up, frowning and listening.

This time, he didn’t hear anything. That melodious voice seemed to have never happened.

Alger narrowed his eyes, grabbed his thick jacket, and put it on. He walked out of the tent and came to the bonfire.

The two sailors in charge of night duty had just finished their patrol and were drawing warmth from it.

you discover anything unusual?” Alger asked in a

two strong, vigorous

“No.”

turned around, intending to make

he noticed something from the corner of

two sailors

any ordinary pirate, this wouldn’t have been a problem. However, Alger’s subordinates had undergone formal training through the Church of the Lord of Storms. They definitely knew that, in such an environment, the patrol team had to maintain a certain distance from each other. They couldn’t be too far or too close. They had to be able

without batting an eyelid. He turned back and casually asked, “Did you discover anything

the question and

heads and replied without changing their

Alger nodded slightly with a relaxed

“Very good.”

and slowly walked

attention on him was cut off, Alger drew out the Blade of Poison and the

once again. It echoed in Alger’s ears and

ancient folk song, spelling out an extreme sense of sadness and melancholy through the singing. It made Alger’s Spirit Body

slippery, black fish scales. His dark blue hair stood up one by one as they became

thoughts that originally existed in his mind were disrupted by the song and were cut off by the pain. They were unable

ground. He squirmed, becoming less and less like a human

A slightly indifferent voice entered Alger’s

“Some elven blood…

be all. Use Siatas’s

in cold sweat as he slowly got up. He didn’t know when a figure had

eyes were deep. Her facial features were soft, and she wore

Elf Queen, Queen of Calamity Cohinem?” A thought flashed through Alger’s mind

cup and calmly said, “Haven’t

on Pasu Island. He recalled seeing a high elf when

seconds of silence, Alger said

in his heart, but he didn’t know if it would be effective if he didn’t recite it

she replied, “It’s very difficult for an angel to perish without encountering

to be in a strange state? This makes you need to wait for an opportunity to be resurrected.” Alger had learned of the corresponding situation at the Tarot Club, and now,

lady suspected to be Queen

Leodero, and I have no way of resisting the

elves are dwindling in numbers. My anchors are becoming

not know who Leodero was, but Alger knew very well. He didn’t dare

about to ask the Queen of Calamity Cohinem’s goal for coming, the Elf Queen said,

to use my wish to advance to Sequence 4 and obtain godhood as bait to intrude my body? While Alger was tempted, questions arose in his

all kinds of corruption, Alger acutely felt that this was

recall a term Emperor

A trojan horse!

he had a high chance of bringing in the trojan

didn’t appear too anxious as he