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

strong, vigorous sailors shook their

“No.”

as he turned

noticed something from the corner of

sailors were too

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 time

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

had changed the question and

shook their heads and replied without changing

slightly with

“Very good.”

slowly walked into

him was cut off, Alger drew out the Blade of Poison and the Gargoyle Glasses. He opened his mouth and prepared to

that moment, the ethereal voice from before appeared once again. It

out an extreme sense of sadness and melancholy through the singing. It made Alger’s Spirit Body produce pale, non-existent

fish scales. His dark blue hair stood up one by one as they became abnormally

and were cut off

and struggled on the ground. He squirmed, becoming less and less

singing stopped. A slightly indifferent voice entered Alger’s

“Some elven blood…

that shall be all. Use

slowly got up.

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

thought flashed through

a beautifully decorated golden cup and calmly said,

Island. He recalled seeing a high elf

of silence, Alger said in a

his heart, but he didn’t know if it

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

split 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

elven lady suspected to be Queen of

is occupied by Leodero, and I have no way of resisting the

elves are dwindling in numbers. My anchors are becoming

might not know who Leodero was, but Alger knew very well. He didn’t dare continue this topic in the real

Calamity Cohinem’s goal for

to advance to Sequence 4 and obtain godhood as bait to intrude my body? While

all kinds of

him recall a term Emperor

A trojan horse!

a high chance of bringing in the

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