Chapter 255: A Broken Down Golem (1/2)

‘I, the great Mo Ke, never leave a name behind when I perform a good deed, thus our departures are always dashing and gallant.’

In actuality, I tried to ask Nozala if he knew about the exact location of the palace of Sable Radiance, unfortunately, all I got was an ‘I don’t know’. To be honest, all the different races in the Remnants of Sable Radiances were kind of like me in the past, a shut-in. Unless something momentous happened, they would basically never leave their territories. After all, there weren’t any merchants here nor was there any sort of common currency here either. With no flow of goods or trade, each race basically holed themselves up and kept a close watch on their own property. There wasn’t any sort of tourism here either…should one accidentally trespass on another’s territory, they would basically be treated as invaders…who knew what would happen then.

Speaking of invaders, there was something that had to be said about the Flamegrass Sasani brought back. It wasn’t, in fact, found by him, rather, it was stolen from Warwraith…

Simply put, that Warwraith was scared off by me so when planning his route, he made sure to avoid us entirely. He knew that we were heading north and that we would encounter that salamander for sure so he purposely took a route off our probable course.

Flamegrass could be a considered a speciality of the Warhorse’s plains, you could call it a treasure of their race too. Thus, they were often guarded by a Wahorse. It was precisely such a Warhorse that got into a fight with Sinmosa when she was out searching for a Flamegrass, and ended up wounding her.

Going back to Sasani’s story…he so happened to chance upon Warwraith while searching for Flamegrass. Upon seeing the familiar Cerberus, the Warhorse elder immediately paled and began shivering slightly, clearly frightened that we hadn’t given up on seeking revenge upon him. However, once Sasani explained that he was here for some Flamegrass, and not to cause trouble for him, that elder immediately handed over said Flamegrass without any hesitation whatsoever…seems like our little encounter really left an indelible mark on him…

“So you already knew that there would be a Warhorse guarding the Flamegrass? Then why did you let Sasani go off on his won?”

“Either way, that old horse already had his bravery scared out of him so it should be fine even if Sasani went off on his own.” Sinmosa confidently stated as if she had already foreseen that all these would happen.

“Then how did you know that it would be that old horse guarding the Flamegrass?”

“Because there’s always a temporary camp set up near the Flamegrass, that’s how those horses operated. It’s more likely that he would encounter Warwraith than not.”

“…” ‘I have to admit, she’s pretty smart, being able to think through all that in such a short time. Still, for Sinmosa to generously offer up her husband’s services like that…isn’t she afraid that he might get into danger?’

Noticing the expression on my face, Sinmosa said thusly: “Honestly, even if he wasn’t able to grab the Flamegrass, he could just as easily have escaped.”

‘That’s true, he could have ran if things go sour…’ No matter what world it was, luring an enemy away from his nest was a valid and well-known strategy. Naturally, those Warhorses were aware of this as well and didn’t dare to chase him too far either since he could have just been a decoy.

Either way, that was enough reminiscing for now. At the end of the day, our final destination was the palace and that should be where we focus our attention onto.

Having split off from Nozala, we continued heading north as before. And just like before, we met a number of Warhorses along the way who also avoided us like the plague, merely gazing at us from a distance away.

Thus, our journey proceeded rather uneventfully for about a month. According to the number of paces covered by Sinmosa, we had roughly travelled over thirty to forty thousand Li and had finally left the Warhorse territory.

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The territory we were in now could be considered ownerless. The reason was simple: it was dangerous. There were hardly any fiendish creatures who lived here, let alone those who formed a community.

“Master, she’s still following us.” No.3 reported upon returning from his surveillance mission. His brows frowned as he told me: “Since five days ago, she had been stalking us, I originally thought about speaking to her but…”

The ‘she’ No.3 was referring to was a certain salamander who had just given birth. No.3 was the first one to spot her skulking behind us a few days ago. He had wanted to reach out to her then, but upon noticing No.3, she immediately ducked into a nearby lava lake.