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Chapter 345
chapter 290 part 1
Chapter 289: Gagaran's Subtle Move, Khajiit Revisited
Gagaran stared at the "Regeneration Potion" in his palm, his white eyes wide with surprise. He recognized this potion; distinguished from the blue of an ordinary one, it had a deeper, more profound luster.
It had a better healing effect, and most importantly, it was an alchemical potion made from the blood of an ogre, completely different from those made with common herbs.
An image of Tang Zheng surfaced in Gagaran's mind.
*'That "Genius Alchemist" Tang... is he in the Holy Kingdom now?'*
Thinking of this human he wasn't particularly fond of, an inexplicable trace of joy at seeing an "old acquaintance" rose in Gagaran's heart. He had left the Baharuth Empire for the Abelion Hills because of that black-haired kid.
Gagaran was certain that the black-haired kid was in the Holy Kingdom right now, and the reason was the bottle of "Regeneration Potion" in his hand.
Back in the Empire, Gagaran had already learned that this type of alchemical potion, made from the blood of a demi-human, could only be crafted by that black-haired kid. The number of potions he could create in a day was extremely small, which was a major reason why the various herb and potion workshops in the city hadn't completely turned on him and caused trouble.
The few "Regeneration Potions" the black-haired kid made each day were all snatched up by the wealthy humans in the city—nobles, adventurers, and merchants—before they could even circulate.
If the black-haired kid wasn't in the Holy Kingdom, there was no way the people of the Holy Kingdom would have this kind of potion.
Gagaran clenched his fist around the potion, his eyes glinting.
The mysterious man in the red robe was far too dangerous, especially since he seemed to harbor the intention of creating undead. It wouldn't be a bad thing to get humans involved.
However, given his status, it was impossible for humans to trust him. Perhaps he could do it through that black-haired kid.
"I'm going after that fleeing human," Gagaran said, casting a cold glance at the Earth Elemental Ogre beside him, which was currently toying with a corpse. He then turned and strode off in pursuit.
"Oh, okay, okay."
The Earth Elemental Ogre scratched its head with a rough, brown claw, looking somewhat puzzled.
The fleeing human was very weak; the iron ratmen could have handled him. It was unclear why Gagaran would chase after him.
***
Meanwhile, by the time Gagaran arrived, he saw that the young human was already entangled in a fight with several iron ratmen, his clothes soaked red with blood.
*Psh!*
A ferocious-looking iron ratman circled behind the youth and swiped its claw, tearing a large chunk of flesh from his back.
The intense pain made the youth cry out, "You damned demi-humans, let's die together!"
The youth's eyes were bloodshot. Gripping a dagger in each hand, he swung them wildly, no longer caring about his injuries. It was a completely suicidal fighting style.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that the wounds on the youth's body were healing at an astonishing rate—the continuous healing effect of the "Regeneration Potion."
Unfortunately, against the siege of several iron ratmen, the youth's injuries completely surpassed the potion's healing limit.
Weakness.
His vision began to blur...
The web between the youth's thumb and forefinger split open, and the arms holding the daggers were sore and numb. A sense of despair spread through his heart.
*Am I going to die?*
At this moment, the youth felt little fear in his heart, only a sense of powerlessness at being unable to deliver the intelligence he had gathered.
"Oh, Four Great Gods!"
"Please, I pray you ensure that the other teams can get the message back," the youth prayed with a piety he had never felt before.
Suddenly, the youth felt the pressure around him greatly diminish. Even the pain from the continuous attacks on his body lessened significantly.
*A final burst of life?*
No.
The youth's blurry vision looked forward. A massive, superior ogre was walking toward him. The few iron ratmen that had been besieging him had retreated behind it.
"Clearly a rogue, yet you have the spirit of a warrior."
"Human, you have earned the right to die by my hand!"
A steady, firm voice fell upon the youth's ears.
The youth took advantage of the brief lull to take several deep breaths, filling his oxygen-starved lungs. His blurry vision cleared slightly, and he finally got a clear look at the massive, dark-green figure standing over three meters tall before him.
*That appearance... is it a troll?*
The conspicuous white beard and hair caught the youth's eye, causing him to subconsciously analyze the information even in this life-or-death situation.
He recalled the information he and Kaleb had extracted from the captured iron ratman. The figure's appearance was very similar to the "King" the iron ratman had mentioned, the one who ruled the ogre tribes.
"Who are you?"
The youth's weak body swayed as he spoke, his throat dry.
Based on the limited information, he and Kaleb had come to a startling conclusion: the one ruling these demi-human races and conducting transactions with their Holy Kingdom was no native of the hills. It was an outsider, and an outsider who understood them humans very well!
"My name is—Gagaran, the 「Warrior King」!"
"To die by my hand is your honor," Gagaran said calmly, raising the spiked club in his hand and swinging it upward from below.
According to rumor, time slows down when a person faces death.
The youth didn't know if it was true, but he found that the opponent's attack speed was not fast; he could track the trajectory of the weapon.
"Fortress!" The youth summoned all his strength, raising the daggers in his hands to block in front of his chest.
A faint white light flashed on the daggers.
The heavy spiked club struck the daggers. The little strength he had left could only deflect a portion of the force; the rest of it exploded.
"Ah!"
The youth spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying uncontrollably.
Coincidentally, the youth was flung toward a nearby flowing river, which led to the great sea south of the Abelion Hills.
*Plop.*
Water splashed, and the youth's figure disappeared into the river.
Gagaran calmly watched the figure disappear into the current, then turned to the few iron ratmen behind him and swung his spiked club.
*Splat—Splat!*
Without even a chance to scream, the few iron ratmen were smashed into a meat paste on the spot. After a brief cleanup, Gagaran left the area.
Not long after, two figures appeared by the riverbank.
"Master, Gagaran held back just now!"
"That human definitely isn't dead," the White Mist Witch said huffily, her bright yellow pupils glaring in the direction the river flowed.
She had long suspected that something was off with Gagaran. She never expected him to actually dare to help a human escape and ruin her Master's plan.
"I'll go after him right now and take care of that human."
As the White Mist Witch said this, she prepared to move.
"There's no need to chase."
Chapter 289: Gagaran's Subtle Move, Khajiit Revisited
Gagaran stared at the "Regeneration Potion" in his palm, his white eyes wide with surprise. He recognized this potion; distinguished from the blue of an ordinary one, it had a deeper, more profound luster.
It had a better healing effect, and most importantly, it was an alchemical potion made from the blood of an ogre, completely different from those made with common herbs.
An image of Tang Zheng surfaced in Gagaran's mind.
*'That "Genius Alchemist" Tang... is he in the Holy Kingdom now?'*
Thinking of this human he wasn't particularly fond of, an inexplicable trace of joy at seeing an "old acquaintance" rose in Gagaran's heart. He had left the Baharuth Empire for the Abelion Hills because of that black-haired kid.
Gagaran was certain that the black-haired kid was in the Holy Kingdom right now, and the reason was the bottle of "Regeneration Potion" in his hand.
Back in the Empire, Gagaran had already learned that this type of alchemical potion, made from the blood of a demi-human, could only be crafted by that black-haired kid. The number of potions he could create in a day was extremely small, which was a major reason why the various herb and potion workshops in the city hadn't completely turned on him and caused trouble.
The few "Regeneration Potions" the black-haired kid made each day were all snatched up by the wealthy humans in the city—nobles, adventurers, and merchants—before they could even circulate.
If the black-haired kid wasn't in the Holy Kingdom, there was no way the people of the Holy Kingdom would have this kind of potion.
Gagaran clenched his fist around the potion, his eyes glinting.
The mysterious man in the red robe was far too dangerous, especially since he seemed to harbor the intention of creating undead. It wouldn't be a bad thing to get humans involved.
However, given his status, it was impossible for humans to trust him. Perhaps he could do it through that black-haired kid.
"I'm going after that fleeing human," Gagaran said, casting a cold glance at the Earth Elemental Ogre beside him, which was currently toying with a corpse. He then turned and strode off in pursuit.
"Oh, okay, okay."
The Earth Elemental Ogre scratched its head with a rough, brown claw, looking somewhat puzzled.
The fleeing human was very weak; the iron ratmen could have handled him. It was unclear why Gagaran would chase after him.
***
Meanwhile, by the time Gagaran arrived, he saw that the young human was already entangled in a fight with several iron ratmen, his clothes soaked red with blood.
*Psh!*
A ferocious-looking iron ratman circled behind the youth and swiped its claw, tearing a large chunk of flesh from his back.
The intense pain made the youth cry out, "You damned demi-humans, let's die together!"
The youth's eyes were bloodshot. Gripping a dagger in each hand, he swung them wildly, no longer caring about his injuries. It was a completely suicidal fighting style.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that the wounds on the youth's body were healing at an astonishing rate—the continuous healing effect of the "Regeneration Potion."
Unfortunately, against the siege of several iron ratmen, the youth's injuries completely surpassed the potion's healing limit.
Weakness.
His vision began to blur...
The web between the youth's thumb and forefinger split open, and the arms holding the daggers were sore and numb. A sense of despair spread through his heart.
*Am I going to die?*
At this moment, the youth felt little fear in his heart, only a sense of powerlessness at being unable to deliver the intelligence he had gathered.
"Oh, Four Great Gods!"
"Please, I pray you ensure that the other teams can get the message back," the youth prayed with a piety he had never felt before.
Suddenly, the youth felt the pressure around him greatly diminish. Even the pain from the continuous attacks on his body lessened significantly.
*A final burst of life?*
No.
The youth's blurry vision looked forward. A massive, superior ogre was walking toward him. The few iron ratmen that had been besieging him had retreated behind it.
"Clearly a rogue, yet you have the spirit of a warrior."
"Human, you have earned the right to die by my hand!"
A steady, firm voice fell upon the youth's ears.
The youth took advantage of the brief lull to take several deep breaths, filling his oxygen-starved lungs. His blurry vision cleared slightly, and he finally got a clear look at the massive, dark-green figure standing over three meters tall before him.
*That appearance... is it a troll?*
The conspicuous white beard and hair caught the youth's eye, causing him to subconsciously analyze the information even in this life-or-death situation.
He recalled the information he and Kaleb had extracted from the captured iron ratman. The figure's appearance was very similar to the "King" the iron ratman had mentioned, the one who ruled the ogre tribes.
"Who are you?"
The youth's weak body swayed as he spoke, his throat dry.
Based on the limited information, he and Kaleb had come to a startling conclusion: the one ruling these demi-human races and conducting transactions with their Holy Kingdom was no native of the hills. It was an outsider, and an outsider who understood them humans very well!
"My name is—Gagaran, the 「Warrior King」!"
"To die by my hand is your honor," Gagaran said calmly, raising the spiked club in his hand and swinging it upward from below.
According to rumor, time slows down when a person faces death.
The youth didn't know if it was true, but he found that the opponent's attack speed was not fast; he could track the trajectory of the weapon.
"Fortress!" The youth summoned all his strength, raising the daggers in his hands to block in front of his chest.
A faint white light flashed on the daggers.
The heavy spiked club struck the daggers. The little strength he had left could only deflect a portion of the force; the rest of it exploded.
"Ah!"
The youth spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying uncontrollably.
Coincidentally, the youth was flung toward a nearby flowing river, which led to the great sea south of the Abelion Hills.
*Plop.*
Water splashed, and the youth's figure disappeared into the river.
Gagaran calmly watched the figure disappear into the current, then turned to the few iron ratmen behind him and swung his spiked club.
*Splat—Splat!*
Without even a chance to scream, the few iron ratmen were smashed into a meat paste on the spot. After a brief cleanup, Gagaran left the area.
Not long after, two figures appeared by the riverbank.
"Master, Gagaran held back just now!"
"That human definitely isn't dead," the White Mist Witch said huffily, her bright yellow pupils glaring in the direction the river flowed.
She had long suspected that something was off with Gagaran. She never expected him to actually dare to help a human escape and ruin her Master's plan.
"I'll go after him right now and take care of that human."
As the White Mist Witch said this, she prepared to move.
"There's no need to chase."
