A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1570: 433 Headless Horseman and Yeager Blade_3

“In their process of breaking through to the legendary, coincidence and opportunity are certainly important, but what is more crucial is their own strength,”

“After all, they were inherently born with the potential to become legendary; the only things restraining them were their origins and stage…”

Upon hearing this,

Matthew suddenly realized.

He quickly made a connection:

“Then according to this trend, will there be more and more powerful beings from secondary planes ascending to the legendary in the future?”

“If they keep coming to the material world, won’t Aindor be welcoming a whole bunch of newly born legends?”

Vampire Moson smiled and nodded:

“What you’re suggesting is highly likely to happen.”

“According to the bards, the Aindor Continent might soon see an era where legendaries are as common as Liches…”

Matthew nodded silently.

From the God of Travelers’ discourse, Matthew felt as if he could already sense an epoch of grandeur and desolation rushing towards them.

This deepened the sense of crisis in his heart.

“Is it possible to get in touch with Tyraste?”

“I’m talking about that stone plate.”

Hayek suddenly interjected, questioning Matthew.

Matthew spread his hands:

“I’ve sent several signals to Tyraste, but so far, there has been no response.”

Hayek couldn’t help but grumble:

“I told you, old relics are unreliable.”

Moson, however, was confidently smiling:

“No worries.”

“I’ve placed tracking signals on Tyraste as well as the other members of that team.”

“As soon as they enter this ancient city, I’ll be able to sense their presence and exact direction.”

Sener looked at him in surprise.

Moson asked:

“What’s the matter?”

Sener replied with a slight smile:

“Had I known earlier, I wouldn’t have secretly put tracking potion on the soles of those people’s shoes.”

Jassiliven counter-questioned:

“Surely no one else has neglected to place location or tracking markers on that group, right?”

The three of them glanced toward Matthew and Hayek.

The former was nonchalant, while the latter could only frown, feigning depth.

Claire observed dispassionately on the side and couldn’t help but tug at Matthew’s sleeve:

“Your companions… how many tricks do they all have up their sleeves?”

“Why do I feel even more unsafe being with them?”

Matthew deeply agreed.

The group continued their journey, chatting as they went. Although the atmosphere of the ancient city was solemn and dignified, and there was little sound around,

Matthew’s team were all bold and skilled.

On their way, they only encountered two lousy goblins’ skeletons and a Road Demon lurking underground,

whom they casually slaughtered.

After that, they didn’t run into any other creatures.

Their exploration of the ancient city was undeniably swift.

However, even so,

when they approached the area marked on the map as a possible location of Lost Paradise,

they had to stop moving forward.

Because,

night had fallen.

According to the knowledge Matthew had obtained from Margaret regarding the Blood-Drinking Mountain,

the place had a twelve-hour day.

With eight hours of daylight and four hours of night.

During the day, most areas were relatively safe, especially those sky floating islands modified by the Cyberdragon Machinists. @@novelbin@@

But at night,

the situation would change.

The vengeful spirits of the Trolls that could be found all over the Blood-Drinking Mountain would start to attack all intruders indiscriminately,

and their strength could increase from three to ten times what it was originally!

Therefore, the Blood-Drinking Mountain at night was extremely dangerous,

let alone the forbidden land of the Ancient City of Klarafa.

Although they had been safe all day,

no one dared to take it lightly.

The perceptive members of the group had all noticed that since their entry into the ancient city, they had been followed by stalking gazes,

gazes that did not hide their ill intent.

Matthew believed,

that if they showed any vulnerability, it would be exploited by the hostile entities hiding within the city.

What the cost would be was still unknown.

After discussing,

the group had clearly managed to shake off the pursuit from Audacia and Li Ang.

In such a situation, there was indeed no need to rush recklessly.

They decided to find a safe place to camp out the dangerous four hours.

The members of the little party were all experienced adventurers,

and it didn’t take long for

Claire to find a building that seemed ideal for camping.

The building was adjacent to an inner city wall that was also hundreds of meters high; one could reach the neighborhood marked by Matthew through the gate beneath the wall.

The building’s interior was spacious with high ceilings, capable of shielding from winds and rains.

Its layout was simple and clear, with four major exits and even more pathways,

facilitating retreat in an emergency while offering sufficient depth.

Soon,

the group chose a side hall in the building to set up their camp.

More accurately,

this task was left to Traveler God Mo Song.

With a flick of his finger,

streaks of golden light flashed, and the power of his domain surged.

In no time,

neat and spacious tents sprang up from the ground,

and blazing campfires appeared between the tents.

Outside the tents,

there were three consecutive layers of barrier—

Hidden Barrier;

Sealing Barrier;

Invisible Barrier;

Besides, hanging over each tent was a Blessed Robe.

As Mo Song explained,

one could just put on the robe and give it a shake when leaving the tent

to receive the benefits of at least ten Slip-off cantrips throughout the entire day,

and possibly even boost their luck.

Seeing all these,

Matthew couldn’t help but marvel at the professional touch;

the God of Travelers sure knew how to set up camp expertly!