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.

discover anything unusual?” Alger asked in a deep

vigorous sailors shook their

“No.”

brows relaxed a little as he turned around, intending to

he noticed something from the

two sailors were

the Church of the Lord of Storms. They definitely knew that, in such an environment, the patrol team had to maintain

turned back and casually

changed the question and made it

their heads and replied without changing

nodded slightly with a relaxed

“Very good.”

and slowly walked into his

of Poison and the Gargoyle Glasses. He opened his

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

ancient folk song, spelling out an extreme sense of sadness and melancholy through the singing. It

black fish scales. His dark blue hair stood up

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

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

singing stopped. A slightly indifferent voice entered

“Some elven blood…

all.

got up. He

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 have the advantage in

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

cup

Island. He recalled seeing a high elf when he

of silence, Alger said in a deep

silently recited Mr. Fool’s honorific name in his heart, but

she replied, “It’s very difficult

state? This makes you need to wait for an opportunity to be resurrected.” Alger had learned of the corresponding situation at the

to be Queen of Calamity Cohinem

is occupied by Leodero, and I have no way

dwindling in numbers. My anchors are becoming

was, but Alger knew very well. He didn’t dare continue this topic

goal for coming, the

my wish to advance to Sequence 4 and obtain godhood as bait to intrude my body? While Alger was tempted,

kinds of

made him recall a term Emperor Roselle had once

A trojan horse!

a high chance of bringing in the trojan horse and throwing

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