Chapter 571 - The Foundation of Cooperation (1/2)

Chapter 571: The Foundation of Cooperation

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

North, Black Forest

In the dark forest, a beam of green light shot between the black pine trees. He was impossibly fast, crossing thousands of feet within a second. Half an hour later, he’d broken out of the Dark Forest and was in the icy wintry world of the North.

Here, he continued northward. Five minutes later, a giant fortress made purely from bones appeared before him. This was the darkest and most terrifying structure in the North—Skeletal Fort.

Once, this was the residency of the Dark Serpent’s first owner. Now, it had become the camp of the Army of Destruction.

When the green light was around six miles away from the Skeletal Fort, two Level-9 four-winged fallen angels flew up to meet it on either side. Their spears formed a cross in the sky. One cackled coldly. “High Elf, flying is forbidden here. Descend if you want to live!”

The green light immediately turned in the air and landed obediently, transforming back into human form. It was an elder with white hair—the Prophet, Bryant.

Standing in the snow, he said, “I asked to see Holy Priest Molina. I believe she knows that I am here.”

The two four-winged fallen angels also landed. The one that had spoken before continued, “Priest Molina has told us. Follow me.”

With that, the two fallen angels turned to lead Bryant. They didn’t go to Skeletal Fort though. Instead, they turned left and walked towards a small wooden building on a hill.

Bryant didn’t say anything. He pulled his bearskin cloak tighter around him and followed.

When they reached the building, the two fallen angels stood on either side of the door. At the same time, the door creaked open by itself.

Bryant walked in. There was a large room with a fireplace warming up the place. Naga priest Molina stood quietly inside the room. Her brows were slightly furrowed as if there was a troubling matter.

Hearing the noise, she turned around. Seeing Bryant, the worry disappeared, and she smiled. “My apologies for the simple conditions. Please bear with it.”

“No problem.” Bryant found a warm corner near the fireplace to stand. He looked down at the dancing flames and said, “You seem to have something on your mind.”

Molina smiled bitterly. “You must know what happened. Katyusha is in Ferde’s hands now. I can sense that she isn’t dead yet, but she is in danger. Ferde seems to want to control her soul.”

Bryant wasn’t surprised. Since Link dared to kill Ariel, controlling Katyusha’s soul wasn’t too much for him. Those Magicians of Ferde dared to do anything behind the scenes.

He nodded. “The Isle of Dawn suffered great losses too. Princess Ariel was murdered. Our queen views the Ferde lord as the biggest enemy now. We prepare to support your army.”

“I am sorry for your misfortune. However, I must say that our cooperation isn’t enough. You supplied various types of magic equipment, alchemy, and potions, which is good, but we need Magicians the most. The more, the better. You have so many Magicians but won’t even send one over to help. This is insincere.”

“Indeed.” Bryant actually nodded in agreement, but then he changed his tone. “This is in the past. Soon, we will send at least 1000 Magicians, all above Level-6.”

“One thousand? Ha, it seems that the Isle of Dawn is really sacrificing a lot.” Molina twisted her boneless body and walked to the fireplace. She stoked it with a rod, saying lightly, “To be honest, 1000 isn’t enough. It’s like placating some beggars. Everyone in Firuman knows what the Isle of Dawn thinks. If you want me to help you fight Ferde, 1000 Magicians isn’t enough. I need to add another condition.”

“Yes?”

“Help us rescue Katyusha and get the Spear of Victory back. If you succeed, we can continue cooperating. If you can’t, it’s over. If any High Elf dares to enter the Black Forest after that, not only will we attack, we’ll spread the news all over the mainland. I’d like to see if the humans would still buy your magic equipment!”

After that, Molina stoked the fire casually, patiently waiting for Bryant’s response.

Crackle, pop. The fire crackled lightly. Under Molina’s movements, sparks flew. Gradually, a human face appeared from the red flames.