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

two strong, vigorous sailors shook

“No.”

turned around, intending to make his own

he noticed something from

sailors were too

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 to see their companions, as well as prevent themselves from being taken away at the same

took two steps without batting an eyelid. He turned back and casually asked, “Did you

question and

two strong sailors shook their heads

slightly with a

“Very good.”

turned around and slowly walked

drew out the Blade of Poison and the

once again. It

was an extremely ancient folk song, spelling out an extreme sense of sadness and melancholy through the singing. It made Alger’s Spirit Body produce pale, non-existent arms

as his skin began to produce slippery, black fish scales. His dark blue hair stood up

existed in his mind were disrupted by the song and were cut off

fell and struggled on the ground. He squirmed, becoming less and less like a human as he was pushed

A slightly indifferent voice entered

“Some elven blood…

that shall be all. Use

was covered in cold sweat as he slowly got up. He didn’t know when

was a woman with black hair and exquisite facial features. Her ears were slightly pointy, and her eyes were deep. Her facial features were soft, and she wore a complicated and ancient long dress. Even though she didn’t

A thought flashed through Alger’s mind as

with a beautifully decorated golden cup and

Island. He recalled seeing a high elf when

Alger said in a deep voice,

silently recited Mr. Fool’s honorific name in his heart, but he didn’t

unchanged as she replied, “It’s very difficult

for an opportunity to be resurrected.” Alger had learned of the corresponding situation

to be Queen of Calamity

for ‘Storm’ is occupied by Leodero, and

are dwindling in numbers. My anchors are

Leodero was, but Alger knew very well.

as he was about to ask the Queen of Calamity Cohinem’s goal for coming, the Elf Queen said, “Do you want to

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

kinds of

term Emperor Roselle had

A trojan horse!

now, he had a high chance of bringing in

you want me to do?” Alger didn’t appear too anxious