Chapter 718 - Magician Old Blindie (1) (1/2)

Chapter 718: Magician Old Blindie (1)

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

Golden Plains

Link had followed a couple of Agatha Nagas all the way here. He was not too sure why he had followed them in the first place. He was now simply letting pure instinct guide his footsteps as he searched for a way to fill the hole in his soul.

At first, he had thought about capturing one of the Nagas and peeking into her soul using soul magic to see if she knew anything he did not. However, he quickly dismissed the idea, fearing that it might alert the Nagas to his presence.

And so Link chose not to lay a hand on any of the Nagas and continued tailing them across the plains.

The moon of full bloom had risen. Though most of the grass and trees had withered away in the plains, new buds had already begun sprouting in their place. The Nagas slithered through the tall withered grass at top speed.

A few days before, the Nagas movements seemed erratic, as if in search of something. However, they must have found some new clue as to their quarry’s position, as their movements had now become more organized.

Each of these Nagas had at least Level-8 power. Their furtive movements made it almost impossible for ordinary folk to keep up with them.

Of course, Link had no trouble tailing them. His pursuit of the Nagas had been a stroll in the park.

The procession of Nagas soon arrived at a huge canyon. Not a blade of grass sprouted from the bare red earth. However, the place was not entirely without life. From a distance, one could see a couple of primitive-looking buildings built of animal skin, bones and straw along the canyon.

These looked to be standard Beastman architecture. Judging from the building density, Link figured that this must be a mid-sized Beastman city containing at least 10,000 Beastmen.

The Nagas hid in the withered grass along the path they had taken. Half an hour later, a group of traveling merchants emerged from the grass. Some of the merchants were pushing along one-wheeled carts loaded with an assortment of goods such as salt, tea leaves, cotton fabric and such, all of which were essential to the everyday life of a typical Beastman.

Thanks to their limber bodies, the Nagas were able to disguise themselves expertly using mere makeup.

Their disguise was practically flawless. The middle-aged man in the lead was in fact a Level-11 Legendary Naga in disguise. She had managed to reproduce every wrinkle and spot on her skin with such skill that no one would be any the wiser about who she really was.

The merchants continued pushing their carts along the road towards the Beastman city.

After thinking for a while, Link too entered the tall withered grass. Half a minute later, a powerfully built Beastman came out of it, with a black wolf skin cape draped over his back. The upper portion of his body was left bare. A black axe dangled from his waist. Beneath his waist was a pair of leather pants and plain-looking straw slippers. He was dressed exactly like a Beastman wanderer.

Wanderers of the Beastman variety usually made their money as mercenaries. Beastman mercenaries were notorious for their cheap prices. Under normal circumstances, any of them would be willing to walk barefoot through hell if they were promised good food, clothing, and top-quality equipment.

However, most of them were extraordinarily dim and prone to resolving their problems with their fists. In this respect, they were usually more trouble than they were worth.