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Chapter 435
chapter 337 part 1
Chapter 336: Return to Despair Valley, A Sudden Attack
The organization, Body of the Abyss, was somewhat special.
Although established four hundred years ago, it was little known. The Undead possessed long, nearly eternal lifespans and lacked the three great desires of the living.
This resulted in all the members of this organization being extremely low-key, so much so that not a single rumor about them existed.
They were so discreet that they hadn't even extended invitations to the three legendary "Kings of the Undead" from the tales of human nations: the Dragon Night Undead Archmage, the Giant God Night Undead Archmage, and Terror, the Shadow King.
All to avoid attracting attention.
Evidently, contacting the Body of the Abyss was so difficult that one could only passively wait for its members to appear.
"The news of the Alliance Leader's death might actually be a good thing..."
This thought flashed through Tang Zheng's mind. He had now returned to the Lava Zone. His plan to recruit Brain had been a success.
With his talent and innate abilities, Brain was worth bringing into his fold. The only concern was whether this incident might have damaged Brain's temperament.
"The Alliance Leader wanted to contact the Body of the Abyss, but his approach was wrong from the very beginning." Tang Zheng thought of the Alliance Leader's actions and shook his head.
The Body of the Abyss didn't want to attract attention, whether it was Zuranon's actions that shook the nations twenty years ago or the current commotion being stirred up in the hills.
Such high-profile actions doomed the outcome.
That was why Tang Zheng felt that spreading the news of the "Alliance Leader's death" was not necessarily a bad thing.
The authenticity of his identity as Alliance Leader wasn't actually important.
"The only bait that will lure this group from the Body of the Abyss is 'knowledge'."
Tang Zheng contemplated this as he walked across the scorching ground, heading towards the Magma Sea.
The Undead had lost the desires of the living, but this indirectly intensified their thirst for knowledge, especially concerning 'magical knowledge.'
News of the Alliance Leader's power to create two types of legendary undead, Death Knights and Soul Eaters, had also spread with the conclusion of the incident in the hills.
The people from the Body of the Abyss would surely be interested.
He wondered which True Dragon Lord it was.
Tang Zheng had arrived at the cliff's edge by the Magma Sea. As he gazed at the flowing, scalding magma below, a profound look surfaced in his eyes.
The most important reason he wanted to contact the Body of the Abyss was the True Dragon Lord who had already taken control of the organization.
Such a crucial clue.
Tang Zheng had no intention of letting it go. Only by obtaining more detailed information could he better understand this unknown True Dragon Lord and thereby avoid or utilize its power.
Plop!
Tang Zheng's figure leaped from the towering cliff.
Fwoosh!
The surface of the semi-liquid, crimson magma dented, forming a pit from which a large amount of flames erupted.
Completely unaffected by the extreme heat and flames, Tang Zheng plunged into the depths of the Magma Sea and vanished.
—Despair Valley.
The oasis where the human tribe resided.
The dry, sweltering climate did not affect the human figures tilling the land near the oasis's water source.
Seeds were extremely precious.
In this desolate valley, every single seed represented survival and hope.
Alar filled two wooden buckets from the oasis's spring, carrying one in each hand as she carefully walked toward the newly tilled fields.
At each spot where a seed was planted, she cupped her hands twice to water it, not wasting a single drop.
She worked busily until noon.
Only then did Alar straighten her back. She raised her sun-tanned arm to wipe the sweat from her cheek, brushing away stray strands of silver hair.
Looking at the watered fields, Alar smiled happily.
Come autumn, they would surely have a bountiful harvest, even though they weren't short on grain right now.
The Gray Dwarf Race had been eliminated, and large amounts of grain and food had been transported to their oasis. But who would complain about having too much stored food?
After a simple lunch.
As usual, Alar changed back into her armor and took up her spear to patrol the vicinity of the oasis. It was an arduous task.
The tribe's population was small, and it was also the busy farming season, so she had to handle the main patrol duties herself.
Alar didn't find it hard. On the contrary, it was one of the few things she looked forward to each day.
It had been half a year already.
*Maybe Lord Hero will be back soon,* Alar firmly believed in her heart, though she was also a little worried.
Would Lord Hero encounter danger? She had heard from her Grandfather that the places outside the oasis were filled with all sorts of unknown dangers.
Along the way.
Figures greeted her from all around, and Alar responded to each one.
"Sister Alar," a timid voice called from a short distance away.
Alar stopped and looked at a young boy running toward her. His face was dusty, and his clothing was somewhat tattered.
No one in their tribe was skilled at making clothing, and they lacked the necessary materials. Besides, with the valley's consistently high temperatures, most people didn't wear much.
The boy's clothing had cuffs and a hem that were clearly too large, yet it fit him quite well. It was obviously from the Grey Dwarves, perhaps stripped from a corpse.
It was a very common situation.
"Little Nick, what is it?" Alar, who seemed very familiar with the boy, bent down and asked with a grin.
"This is for you."
Little Nick opened his hands, revealing a fist-sized fruit.
Alar ruffled Little Nick's hair and accepted the fruit. "Then I'll gladly take it. I still have my patrol to finish."
"Sister Alar, when is Lord Hero coming back?" Little Nick asked, his voice full of hope.
The smile on Alar's face dimmed for a moment before vanishing. "I don't know either, but he will definitely return."
"Why do you keep asking about this? Go help your aunt with the fields and stop daydreaming."
Alar reached out, tapped Little Nick's forehead lightly, and gave a brilliant smile with her sun-tanned cheeks. She waved and walked toward the outskirts of the oasis.
Watching Alar's receding figure.
The timid expression on Little Nick's face vanished, replaced by a look of coldness and disgust. A golden glint appeared on the outer ring of his black pupils.
"I hate waiting more than anything!"
"I—hate you the most!"
A thick, malicious whisper sounded, almost imperceptible:
"There shouldn't be any other humans here!"
"Oh, Supreme and Highest King... Is this my punishment for disobeying your command... No, no..."
Little Nick's face twisted into a faint, savage grimace before instantly returning to normal, as if everything just now had been an illusion.
He had already waited here for half a year, and the other party still hadn't appeared. No matter, he had plenty of time.
As dusk approached.
Alar had finished patrolling the area around the oasis. As she was about to return, she noticed a black figure in the desert, walking toward her with the setting sun at his back.
A sudden development!
It made Alar raise her spear and go on alert.
Chapter 336: Return to Despair Valley, A Sudden Attack
The organization, Body of the Abyss, was somewhat special.
Although established four hundred years ago, it was little known. The Undead possessed long, nearly eternal lifespans and lacked the three great desires of the living.
This resulted in all the members of this organization being extremely low-key, so much so that not a single rumor about them existed.
They were so discreet that they hadn't even extended invitations to the three legendary "Kings of the Undead" from the tales of human nations: the Dragon Night Undead Archmage, the Giant God Night Undead Archmage, and Terror, the Shadow King.
All to avoid attracting attention.
Evidently, contacting the Body of the Abyss was so difficult that one could only passively wait for its members to appear.
"The news of the Alliance Leader's death might actually be a good thing..."
This thought flashed through Tang Zheng's mind. He had now returned to the Lava Zone. His plan to recruit Brain had been a success.
With his talent and innate abilities, Brain was worth bringing into his fold. The only concern was whether this incident might have damaged Brain's temperament.
"The Alliance Leader wanted to contact the Body of the Abyss, but his approach was wrong from the very beginning." Tang Zheng thought of the Alliance Leader's actions and shook his head.
The Body of the Abyss didn't want to attract attention, whether it was Zuranon's actions that shook the nations twenty years ago or the current commotion being stirred up in the hills.
Such high-profile actions doomed the outcome.
That was why Tang Zheng felt that spreading the news of the "Alliance Leader's death" was not necessarily a bad thing.
The authenticity of his identity as Alliance Leader wasn't actually important.
"The only bait that will lure this group from the Body of the Abyss is 'knowledge'."
Tang Zheng contemplated this as he walked across the scorching ground, heading towards the Magma Sea.
The Undead had lost the desires of the living, but this indirectly intensified their thirst for knowledge, especially concerning 'magical knowledge.'
News of the Alliance Leader's power to create two types of legendary undead, Death Knights and Soul Eaters, had also spread with the conclusion of the incident in the hills.
The people from the Body of the Abyss would surely be interested.
He wondered which True Dragon Lord it was.
Tang Zheng had arrived at the cliff's edge by the Magma Sea. As he gazed at the flowing, scalding magma below, a profound look surfaced in his eyes.
The most important reason he wanted to contact the Body of the Abyss was the True Dragon Lord who had already taken control of the organization.
Such a crucial clue.
Tang Zheng had no intention of letting it go. Only by obtaining more detailed information could he better understand this unknown True Dragon Lord and thereby avoid or utilize its power.
Plop!
Tang Zheng's figure leaped from the towering cliff.
Fwoosh!
The surface of the semi-liquid, crimson magma dented, forming a pit from which a large amount of flames erupted.
Completely unaffected by the extreme heat and flames, Tang Zheng plunged into the depths of the Magma Sea and vanished.
—Despair Valley.
The oasis where the human tribe resided.
The dry, sweltering climate did not affect the human figures tilling the land near the oasis's water source.
Seeds were extremely precious.
In this desolate valley, every single seed represented survival and hope.
Alar filled two wooden buckets from the oasis's spring, carrying one in each hand as she carefully walked toward the newly tilled fields.
At each spot where a seed was planted, she cupped her hands twice to water it, not wasting a single drop.
She worked busily until noon.
Only then did Alar straighten her back. She raised her sun-tanned arm to wipe the sweat from her cheek, brushing away stray strands of silver hair.
Looking at the watered fields, Alar smiled happily.
Come autumn, they would surely have a bountiful harvest, even though they weren't short on grain right now.
The Gray Dwarf Race had been eliminated, and large amounts of grain and food had been transported to their oasis. But who would complain about having too much stored food?
After a simple lunch.
As usual, Alar changed back into her armor and took up her spear to patrol the vicinity of the oasis. It was an arduous task.
The tribe's population was small, and it was also the busy farming season, so she had to handle the main patrol duties herself.
Alar didn't find it hard. On the contrary, it was one of the few things she looked forward to each day.
It had been half a year already.
*Maybe Lord Hero will be back soon,* Alar firmly believed in her heart, though she was also a little worried.
Would Lord Hero encounter danger? She had heard from her Grandfather that the places outside the oasis were filled with all sorts of unknown dangers.
Along the way.
Figures greeted her from all around, and Alar responded to each one.
"Sister Alar," a timid voice called from a short distance away.
Alar stopped and looked at a young boy running toward her. His face was dusty, and his clothing was somewhat tattered.
No one in their tribe was skilled at making clothing, and they lacked the necessary materials. Besides, with the valley's consistently high temperatures, most people didn't wear much.
The boy's clothing had cuffs and a hem that were clearly too large, yet it fit him quite well. It was obviously from the Grey Dwarves, perhaps stripped from a corpse.
It was a very common situation.
"Little Nick, what is it?" Alar, who seemed very familiar with the boy, bent down and asked with a grin.
"This is for you."
Little Nick opened his hands, revealing a fist-sized fruit.
Alar ruffled Little Nick's hair and accepted the fruit. "Then I'll gladly take it. I still have my patrol to finish."
"Sister Alar, when is Lord Hero coming back?" Little Nick asked, his voice full of hope.
The smile on Alar's face dimmed for a moment before vanishing. "I don't know either, but he will definitely return."
"Why do you keep asking about this? Go help your aunt with the fields and stop daydreaming."
Alar reached out, tapped Little Nick's forehead lightly, and gave a brilliant smile with her sun-tanned cheeks. She waved and walked toward the outskirts of the oasis.
Watching Alar's receding figure.
The timid expression on Little Nick's face vanished, replaced by a look of coldness and disgust. A golden glint appeared on the outer ring of his black pupils.
"I hate waiting more than anything!"
"I—hate you the most!"
A thick, malicious whisper sounded, almost imperceptible:
"There shouldn't be any other humans here!"
"Oh, Supreme and Highest King... Is this my punishment for disobeying your command... No, no..."
Little Nick's face twisted into a faint, savage grimace before instantly returning to normal, as if everything just now had been an illusion.
He had already waited here for half a year, and the other party still hadn't appeared. No matter, he had plenty of time.
As dusk approached.
Alar had finished patrolling the area around the oasis. As she was about to return, she noticed a black figure in the desert, walking toward her with the setting sun at his back.
A sudden development!
It made Alar raise her spear and go on alert.
