Chapter 686 The Death Scar (1/2)

Mary's situation was perilous!

She had taken a significant risk to dispose of that elven diviner. This decision had undoubtedly allowed the vampires to shake off the pursuit of the elven army. Unfortunately, it didn't help them get rid of the Third Grade Druid Elder Antoril!

The might of an enraged Third Grade powerhouse was something that the vampires could describe to you in detail with their personal experience.

Mary had as many as twenty-seven vampires with her when she left the previous day. Today, that total had been sharply reduced to a mere sixteen. With that other wave of lightning from the depths of the forest, the number once again fell to thirteen.

Mary stared into the distance and cursed as she saw the green smoke rising from the silent valley in the distance. She could only dive into a gorge within the forest with her remaining subordinates.

This gorge was a seemingly bottomless fissure that led underground. The widest spot in the crack measured one and a half kilometers, while its narrowest location could barely fit a person. The fissure was one kilometer deep and was always filled with a cloud of acrid yellow smoke. It was the thick smell of sulfur.

Below the fissure was a ma.s.sive underground cavern that connected multiple caves for a total of several hundred hectares. Big caves engulfed smaller caves, and every cave connected to another within the cavern. It was a small underground world of its own.

The things that lived here were odd magical beasts and magical plants that were rarely found on the surface of the earth. Hundreds and thousands of strange species and mysterious creatures even formed a unique ecosystem of their own in this underground world.

The harsh environment beneath the fissure, and the ferocity of the magical beasts here, caused the place to become an infamous land of hazard and death in Garan. Only elves and druids that specifically wanted to hone their abilities would enter this place in an attempt to find rare resources not available elsewhere.

Now the desperate vampires had no choice but to enter this underground world under Mary's lead. It was the only way to avoid that berserk Third Grade druid elder.

Fifteen minutes after Mary and her vampires dove into the fissure, a crackle of thunder burst out in the air. That bearded druid elder, Antoril, appeared from a door of thunderlight, draped in clothes woven from leaves and wearing an eagle helm upon his head.

The thick smell of sulfur caused the druid to frown. The wrinkles on his forehead increased when he looked upon this vast gulf that spanned for fifty kilometers.

The Death Scar; to think it would be the Death Scar!

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Elder Antoril let out a soft cry that resembled the call of a small beast. An odd rodent emerged from his leafy clothes and leaped to the ground. The rodent stood upon its hind legs and used its slender snout to sniff its surroundings.

The mouse changed directions several times and finally turned toward the fissure before letting out a sharp call.

Antoril tilted his head and listened for a second before exchanging a few more words with the rat. It was then that he waved his hand and pulled the rat back into his clothes.

With the help of this fantastic Larkrat, he was able to confirm that those vampires had indeed taken refuge underground.

That meant that he would have no choice but to risk venturing into the Death Scar if he wanted to continue his pursuit.

He might be both Third Grade and a child of nature, but he still maintained indescribable respect for the underground world beneath his feet. It didn't matter whether they were powerful magical beasts or unusual magical plants; all living beings inside that world were extraordinarily savage and ferocious.

It was difficult for druids to converse with them, even with their affinity for nature.

There were many times where a druid couldn't get away without a fight, especially when they ran into the more unreasonable creatures.

There once was an elven diviner who had come here to explore. That diviner had said that a mysterious, sinister feeling clung to the air of the place, apart from the heat and sulfur itself. It was almost as if some oddly powerful being of evil hid within the depths of the underground!

For this reason, several elven deities had even specially sent elite squads to uncover its secrets.

Sadly, the three elven powerhouses that traveled together had all died mysteriously within the depths of the fissure. Their ranks had included a Fourth Grade elven messenger, a Third Grade elven messenger, and a Fourth Grade Storm Sword Saint. The reason for their deaths had never been discovered. Even the G.o.d of Luck, Visenna, had been unable to divine the truth.

Such a secret was naturally unknown to people outside of the elves. Only the higher-ups had the opportunity to hear of this incident.

As a druid elder, Antoril naturally possessed the power and qualification to know of this matter. That was why the fury and anger in his heart finally erupted as he stood before this infamous and threatening Death Scar.

”d.a.m.ned evil witches! You could have gone anywhere else, yet you still chose the Death Scar.”

Though the Death Scar had an infamous reputation on the surface, its insides were extremely wide and s.p.a.cious, with plenty of tunnels leading in every direction. The chances of running into danger were still slim as long as he didn't venture too deep underground.

Antoril hesitated for a moment. In the end, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet before leaping down into that bottomless rift. A nature's mark had been left behind upon the spot where he had just been standing.

The drifting smoke stirred and quickly devoured Antoril's body, causing him to vanish without a trace.