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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter Three Hundred Thirty-Eight:
An invisible force field radiated outward from her.
With a faint sound, a sharp Red Cloud approached, and suddenly, a Red Falcon at the front shriveled rapidly.
Its originally bright red feathers became tattered, and then a red mist erupted from its body, coalescing into a Red Thread that flew toward Freya.
This phenomenon began to occur in large numbers as the Red Cloud neared Freya.
It was as if heavy rain fell from the sky, creating a rustling sound in the forest below.
Countless Red Threads were drawn to Freya, creating a spectacular sight.
A minute later, Freya looked expressionlessly at a small red Crystal that had formed in her hand, no larger than a fingernail.
"Too weak. Tens of thousands of Red Falcons only condensed this much."
After a pause, she directly tossed it into her mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.
Without even glancing at the numerous shriveled corpses in the forest below, she lightly stomped on the giant eagle beneath her feet and then flew toward the edge of the forest at an even faster speed.
Attacks from such low-level Demonized Creatures were not uncommon, especially in this type of forest. Even though Freya possessed the mental fluctuations of a Second-Level Wizard, there were still mindless creatures eager to attack.
Three hours later, the density of the trees in the forest began to thin out, and the terrain gradually rose.
In the distance, two massive Black Mountains appeared in Freya's line of sight.
Between the mountains was a deep Gorge, flanked by sparse vegetation, while the bottom of the Gorge revealed what seemed to be a riverbed that had long since dried up.
The dark green riverbed was covered with deep cracks and Moss, each crack measuring at least a meter wide and seemingly bottomless, looking particularly menacing.
Freya controlled the giant eagle to fly between the two mountains. She looked very small.
A strong cold wind brushed against her cheeks, giving her a prickling sensation, and her White Robe rustled in the breeze.
This was Blackwind Gorge, one of the rare geographical features of Crimson Plain.
After controlling the giant eagle to fly in a specific direction for ten minutes, they reached a relatively flat area on one side of the mountains.
A gray city stood there.
The city was not very large, with buildings styled as cylindrical houses resembling tall towers. Each tower had one or more windmills atop it.
The wind from the Gorge gently turned the windmills, producing a faint creaking sound that powered the city within the Gorge.
Freya's giant eagle quickly flew to this unique city and then found an open area to land.
Lightly jumping off the back of the eagle, Freya took out two black Magic Stones from her waist and handed them to the giant eagle's beak.
After it consumed them, she calmly said, "I will stay here for a while. Find something to eat on your own, and I will call you when it's time to depart."
The giant eagle nodded in a human-like manner. It then flapped its wings and took off, flying towards the outskirts of the city.
Watching the giant eagle turn into a black dot, Freya adjusted her Robe and raised her finger. A flash of Azure Light flickered at her nail.
"I have arrived at Lion City. You all come over to gather according to this mark."
Soon, a strange male voice came through her nail.
"Understood, Lady Freya. We will arrive in two minutes."
"Mm."
After turning off the Secret Mark and waiting for a moment, four tall Barbarian Wizards wearing leather armor quickly approached from the nearby street.
Each of the wizards carried a heavy Warhammer on their backs, with axes hanging from their waists and daggers strapped to their legs.
Combined with their fierce barbarian aura, they looked very intimidating.
The wizard at the front was taller than the other three by half a head, standing at about two meters five. With his well-developed muscles and leather armor, he resembled more of a Snowy Brown Bear than a wizard.
In Freya's perception, this person's mental fluctuations had actually reached the level of a Second-Level Wizard, while the others had all attained the first level of Crystallization.
It seemed that Klyent had dispatched an elite team.
The leader stepped forward a few paces to stand in front of Freya, his tall figure nearly overshadowing her entirely.
"Lady Freya, it's a pleasure to meet you for the first time. I am Arthur, the captain of the Fourth Team under Lord Klyent."
His tone was very respectful, clearly aware of Freya's close working relationship with Klyent. He even noted that half of the weapons carried by the three team members behind him were crafted by Freya herself.
"Mm." Freya nodded lightly, glancing at the four wizards from the City of Illusions. "Klyent has informed you about the situation, hasn't he?"
"Yes, Lord Klyent has briefed us. Our main purpose for coming here is to ensure your safety and eliminate any threats to your life."
"Actually, there's no need for such trouble." Freya gently shook her head. "You just need to keep an eye on the wizards I trade with. If anything unexpected happens, I'll rely on you."
"Of course, that's what we are here for," Arthur replied casually with a nod.
"Alright then, follow me." Freya turned and walked towards Lion City but paused to instruct, "Remember to conceal yourselves when we arrive."
"No problem," Arthur nodded again.
Seeing him agree, Freya said no more and led the four into Lion City.
The people in this city dressed quite differently from those in Crimson Plain; in addition to leather robes, they favored wearing thick leather hats to shield themselves from the cold winds that blew through the Gorge year-round.
Most of the people living in the city are ordinary, while a portion consists of stationed wizards and apprentices from the Blood Eagle Territory.
However, Freya's transaction this time is a secret operation, so the wizards at the base are unaware.
After passing through several tall windmill buildings and walking for about twenty minutes, Freya arrived alone at a peculiar wooden house in a corner.
She looked up at the wooden house in front of her. The brown door was slightly warped and had some cracks, indicating it had been there for quite some time. The house was two stories tall, with a black tiled roof covered in green vines. In front of the house stood a row of flower racks, adorned with some exquisite red flowers.
A ginger cat lay sprawled in a larger flower pot, yawning as if it were about to fall asleep.
Glancing at the cat, Freya raised her finger and gently spoke.
"Soulbug, I am at Blackbranch Street Thirty-Three. Where are you now?"
As soon as she sent the message through the mark, a figure cloaked in a gray-brown robe leaned out from the second-floor window of the wooden house with a creak. (To be continued)
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