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

strong, vigorous

“No.”

brows relaxed a little as he turned around,

something from the corner of his

sailors

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 time from a single

without batting an eyelid. He turned back and casually asked,

changed the question and made it

strong sailors shook their heads and replied without changing

Alger nodded slightly with a

“Very good.”

around and slowly walked into

Blade of Poison and the Gargoyle Glasses. He

that moment, the ethereal voice from before appeared once again. It echoed in Alger’s ears and pierced

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

twisted as his skin began to produce slippery, black fish scales. His

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

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

A slightly indifferent voice entered

“Some elven blood…

be all. Use Siatas’s

sweat as he slowly got up. He didn’t know

soft, and she wore a complicated and ancient long dress. Even

thought flashed through Alger’s

woman played with a beautifully decorated golden cup and calmly

suddenly recalled the similar singing he had heard on Pasu Island. He recalled seeing a

seconds of silence, Alger said in a deep voice, “You’re

he silently recited Mr. Fool’s honorific name in his heart, but he didn’t know if it would be effective if he didn’t recite

unchanged as she replied, “It’s very difficult

This makes you need to wait for an opportunity to be resurrected.” Alger had

suspected to be Queen of

throne for ‘Storm’ is occupied by Leodero, and I have no way of resisting the

the elves are dwindling in numbers. My anchors are becoming increasingly

very well. He didn’t dare continue this

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

to use my body to revive? “She” wants to use my wish to advance to Sequence 4 and obtain godhood as bait to intrude my body? While Alger was tempted, questions

all kinds of corruption,

him recall a term Emperor Roselle had once

A trojan horse!

a high chance of bringing in

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