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

two strong, vigorous

“No.”

he turned around, intending to make his

something from the

sailors

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

batting an eyelid. He turned back and

changed the question and

two strong sailors shook their heads and replied

Alger nodded slightly with a

“Very good.”

and slowly

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

the ethereal voice from before appeared 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 that constantly tore

twisted as his skin began to produce slippery, black fish scales. His dark blue hair stood up one by one as they became abnormally

and

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

stopped. A slightly indifferent

“Some elven blood…

shall be all. Use Siatas’s

slowly got up. He didn’t know

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 have the advantage in height, she still gave off an air of

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

beautifully decorated golden cup and calmly said, “Haven’t you already

he had heard on Pasu Island. He recalled seeing a high

seconds of silence, Alger said in a deep

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

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

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 the Tarot Club, and

suspected to be Queen of

Leodero, and I have no way of

numbers. My anchors are

Alger knew very well. He didn’t dare continue this topic in the

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

to advance to Sequence 4 and obtain godhood as

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

made him recall a term Emperor

A trojan horse!

had a high chance of bringing in the trojan horse and throwing out the invaders

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