Chapter 828 - Order Refugees (1) (2/2)
“I really don’t get it, Sir.”
Joey spoke. Even though Rhode always appeared cold and unfriendly, the mercenaries knew that he wouldn’t refuse to answer their questions, as long as they didn’t ask wrong questions at inappropriate times—like “Sir Overlord, what time did you sleep last night after the wild ‘battle’ with Miss Marlene?”
“Who are they? They look like barbarians judging from the way they speak. Besides, how did they come out alive from the Land of Chaos? No one should be able to come out of there alive, isn’t it?”
“That’s right. That is indeed the truth for ordinary people.”
Rhode nodded.
“You people haven’t experienced what it feels like entering the Land of Chaos—there are only broken, tattered rules. In other words, without proper protection, you will lose all your sense of direction. Trust me. The temperature and seasons change randomly just like what you witnessed earlier on. One moment you’re in a steamer and another moment you’re freezing to death. This is the reason why ordinary people can’t survive the Land of Chaos.”
“It is really that scary?”
Everyone revealed horrified expressions and felt a shiver down their spines.
If we land ourselves into Chaos…
“But aren’t those guys fine?”
Lize asked with knitted brows.
“If you look closely, you’ll find that they were holding onto the Order torches. The flames burning on the torches allow them to stay in a limited range of Order where they can retain their sense of direction and won’t be badly contaminated by Chaos. This is also why they put the goods away into their spatial bags because if they drove the chariot into the Land of Chaos, perhaps the food would have turned to stone or water turned into black, viscous liquid. The power of Chaos is massive inside the Land of Chaos.”
“But Rhode, who are they exactly?!”
Marlene shifted her gaze away from the pile of ‘broken’ items and stared with widened eyes.
Oh my goodness. Dragon Root Grass, Moon Crystals… and even the Heart of the Sun! I’ve never seen such precious magical materials, not even in the Mage School. Where exactly did they get the materials from?!
Marlene exclaimed while lifting a piece of the ordinary-looking, gray-colored stone. But after taking a closer look, one would discover that this stone was made entirely out of fog where it wasn’t as solid as an actual stone. It was called the Fog Stone. Marlene remembered that she saw this magic stone once during an auction when she was a young child. Back then, the Fog Stone was sold for a heavenly price of 30 million gold coins despite being in the size of a fingernail. On the contrary, the Fog Stone in her hand was as huge as an apple! The Fog Stone was useful in many aspects and worked incredibly well in magic. Marlene knew that the reason why Fog Stones were this expensive was because they could contain up to half of the holder’s soul. With the Fog Stone, the holder could revive with the remaining soul that was stored as long as the holder’s body was still intact. The amount of soul that the Fog Stone could store was based on its size. One the size of a fingernail could only ensure that the holder would revive. But with one in the size of a palm, it was guaranteed that the holder could revive in perfect condition. Of course, the Fog Stone was meaningless when it came to dying of old age.
This Fog Stone might cost up to hundreds of million gold coins… And yet, they tossed it to the ground like it was a worthless stone? How did those people get their hands on one?
Rhode turned to Marlene.
“They’re the Order Refugees,” he said.
1