Chapter 668 - There’s Been a Change in Plans (1/2) (1/2)

Chapter 668: There’s Been a Change in Plans (1/2)

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

Wooden wheels rumbled down the road with a wooden cage set on top of them. Clad in threadbare prisoner garb, Link, Eliard, and Dyleson leaned despondently against the bars of their prison.

After being questioned by the Shadow Stalker himself, their lives would come to an end. These thieves certainly would not have anything good in store for them.

Of course, to these thieves, these three were no more than ordinary merchants who might have known a thing or two about self-defense. Being completely disarmed, these merchants did not seem to pose a threat to their captors and so were left unsupervised in their cage.

This gave Link some leeway to discuss matters with the others.

As masters of unequaled power, they were able to converse with each other without even opening their mouths. Instead of silently mouthing out words or playing charades, they could communicate with each other via a series of subtle movements that they had decided beforehand, such as a twitch of a finger or an eyebrow.

On the surface, other than adjusting their postures slightly inside their cage, these three remained almost completely still. However, the three of them were already in the midst of a “conversation.”

“Hey, you got it ready yet? We’re about to meet Morpheus,” said Eliard to Dyleson. They were now rolling along a small path through a thick forest. From the looks of it, they should soon arrive at Morpheus’ lair. Their plan to defeat Morpheus now hinged on the Level-19 sacred gear that Dyleson had brought with him.

“Relax. Before leaving, the Snow Mountain Archmage did his research on the demi-god. This divine gear is forged especially for him. He will die for sure.” Dyleson contorted his lips slightly. There was not a hint of concern in his eyes.

Link did not say a “word.” He had kept his eyes glued to his surroundings throughout their journey while feeling the wind speed and the thieves’ breaths in the air in order to determine where they were now.

By estimating their current coordinates and comparing it with the Shadow Fortress’ location as he had remembered it back in the game, he would be able to determine if they were indeed heading towards Morpheus’ lair.

The game had not been as detailed as this world Link now lived in, but everything was where it should be in this world. For instance, the bandits’ fortress from before existed even in the game. It was known as Horde Fortress. It was one of the Syndicate’s main strongholds and served as a base for one of the Syndicate’s smaller divisions. The thief Yamu and the bandit leader were the fortress’ bosses.

Back in the game, Link had brought a party of his own into the fortress and was able to find some clues concerning the location of Morpheus’s Shadow Fortress after killing the bandit leader.

According to the game’s description, the Shadow Fortress should be more than 80 miles southwest of Horde Fortress in the depths of the forest. Poison mist traps had been set up in its vicinity. Any trespassers who blundered into any of them would surely die as soon as they came into contact with the ensuing poison mist if they had not been properly vaccinated against it beforehand.

They had already traveled 40 miles through the forest. According to the game’s description, they should soon reach one of said poison mist traps. If these thieves intended to let Morpheus interrogate them, they should at least give them the antidote for the poison in order to keep them alive. To Link’s surprise, none of them seemed too concerned about their prisoners’ well-being at the moment as they kept driving on.

No traps were triggered.

Slowly, Link realized that they were now taking a path that seemed to diverge slightly from the one that Link remembered taking back in the game. Right now, he could not determine if such a divergence had always existed, or if the thieves had simply decided to take a different route.

However, Dylosen seemed a bit too optimistic about this. This was not the right attitude to assume when one was about to go up against a demi-god.

Link then said, “He may be an upstart, but he’s still a demi-god who had the fragment for a hundred years. Such a presence would most likely have something up his sleeve, so let’s try to be careful, shall we?”

“Of course,” said Dylosen, nodding slightly.

The prison wagon rumbled on down the road for another two hours. Suddenly, the path before them grew wide and flat; the wagon’s jolting diminished somewhat. There were now fewer trees around them. Before them gaped a 50-foot-wide valley which seemed to be filled with a faint layer of mist.

As soon as the valley came into view, Link suddenly felt that something was amiss.

“Alright, stop the wagon,” said the bandit leader, who had been walking at the front of the party. He then raised his hand, and everyone came to a halt. “Let them out.”

One of the thieves approached the cage. He then opened its doors with a click and shouted, “Get out, all of you.”