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.

unusual?” Alger asked in a

two strong, vigorous sailors shook

“No.”

as he turned around,

noticed something from the corner

two sailors were

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

eyelid. He turned back and casually asked, “Did you

had changed the question and made it appear

heads and replied without

nodded slightly

“Very good.”

slowly walked into his

drew out the Blade of Poison and the Gargoyle

appeared once again.

spelling out an extreme sense of sadness and melancholy through the singing. It made Alger’s Spirit

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

and were cut off by the

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

A slightly indifferent voice entered

“Some elven blood…

shall be all. Use Siatas’s

up. He didn’t know when a figure

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

Calamity Cohinem?” A thought flashed through Alger’s mind as he took the initiative

played with a beautifully decorated golden cup and calmly said, “Haven’t you

similar singing he had heard on Pasu Island. He

Alger said in a deep voice,

honorific name in his heart, but

“It’s very difficult for an angel to perish without

the characteristics and place yourself 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

elven lady suspected to be Queen of

occupied by Leodero, and I have no way

in numbers. My anchors are

people might not know who Leodero was, but Alger knew very

goal for coming,

to revive? “She” wants to use my wish to advance to Sequence 4 and obtain godhood as

how Mr. Fool could cleanse all kinds of corruption, Alger acutely felt that this

recall a term Emperor Roselle had once

A trojan horse!

bringing in the trojan horse and throwing out the

want me to do?” Alger didn’t appear too anxious as he raised a question based on