Chapter 557 - Plague of Mara City (1/2)

Chapter 557: Plague of Mara City

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Golden Plains, night

“Someone figured out the poison.”

There was a small thatched cottage in the thick grass. Inside, Ariel, Elovan, and Milose sat facing each other. They had been meditating as Magicians usually did, and the cottage had been quiet. Ariel suddenly broke the silence.

Elovan and Milose didn’t open their eyes, but their expressions changed. “Can you sense who it is?”

“I’m not sure. It’s a strange power, very clean and seemingly a bit gentle… No, it’s reserved. This is a subtle power. I feel that if it is used at full force, it can be terrifying.”

“Do you know where it is?” Elovan asked.

“Near Mara City.”

“Your Highness, should we go check?” Milose asked.

Ariel was silent for a bit. Then she said, “Let’s go see. Bileauquin is not a simple poison. I have to see who solved it… But try not to get into conflict with him. We can’t reveal our identity.”

Whoever could figure out Bileauquin must be at the Legendary level. A fight at that level could destroy the entire area. By then, it would be impossible to stay hidden.

“Understood, Your Highness.” Elovan and Milose nodded at the same time.

As soon as they spoke, faint green light shone around the three sitting on the ground. An instant later, they’d turned into a green haze and shot out of the cottage like lightning.

…

On the other side of the plains, a large line of Beastmen knights with Kero Beasts, unique to the plains, were making their way to Mara City.

The Kero Beast at the head was huge and had a unique color. Rather than the regular grayish-white, it was pure black. A Beastman in fine leather armor sat on its back.

Using the Beastmen’s craftsmanship standards, this leather armor was extremely luxurious. The Beastman was strong, and the black obsidian broadsword on his back was half a man’s height. It was crudely made and had many nicks on the blade. However, it couldn’t affect the murderous aura coming out of the sword.

If a regular person saw this, their eyes would be in pain. They wouldn’t even be able to stare at it directly.

But compared to the Beastman’s own aura, the sword was nothing.

His pure black hair, long and dense, was tied carelessly and hung down his back. When there was wind, his hair would billow like burning black flames. He was very muscular and at least seven feet tall. Muscles bulged on his bare arms, rippling like water whenever he moved. He was very impressive.

Different from the other crude and barbaric Warriors, he sat upright on the Kero Beast. His eyes were closed as if he were resting, and no matter how bumpy the road was, he didn’t move. His presence was like a looming mountain that one couldn’t see the tip of.

This was the new king of the Beastmen: Glorious Warlord Avatar.

Technically, it appeared that he ruled over all tribes of the plains. The fighters of each tribe had submitted to him, recognizing him as the only king. However, the thousands-of-years-old Beastmen tradition was too resilient. Each Beastman was only loyal to their own tribe, and there was no king in their hearts. This would take years to change.

To strengthen his rule, King Avatar established a touring convoy, in addition to the Gronhon Capital. He traveled the cities to show his authority and power.

His next destination was Mara City.

Three in the afternoon, a scout reported, “Your Majesty, there are 30 more miles to Mara City, but it doesn’t seem very stable.”

Avatar wasn’t surprised. He’d run into such things often along the way. Even now, he wasn’t firmly seated on the throne. Many people weren’t willing to surrender to him.

He didn’t fear challenges.

“Explain.” He didn’t even open his eyes.

“Your Majesty, many people are fleeing the city. They say there’s an epidemic…”

“Epidemic?” Shocked, Avatar’s eyes flew open. His eyes were slightly bloody—a change after he entered the Legendary level.

If a strong opponent had appeared in the city, he wouldn’t be scared. He was confident he could fell the opponent with his sword. But this time, the opponent was an invisible disease. He had to be scared.

“Isn’t Grand Shaman Alador there?” Avatar asked. “Is he helpless too?”

“Grand Shaman Alador was assassinated five days ago.”

Avatar was shocked again. This smelled fishy, but the Beastmen lived in the Golden Plains and rarely had conflicts with other races. Who would try to harm them?