Chapter 109: The Undead Retreat, a Brief Calm
A tea house in the inner city of the ancient capital.
The boss here is quite reasonable and has taken in a large number of refugees during days like this.
The teahouse has three floors. At this time, the first floor, the second floor and even the entrance of the teahouse were already full of people. After the boss asked a few waiters to distribute free tea to everyone, he went to the third floor alone.
The third floor is not open to the public and is a small attic.
From here, you can see the Clock Tower Magic Association in front of you.
The golden ancient bell on the bell tower is constantly ringing.
Every time it struck, a golden energy would be generated, rising into the air and merging with the city's last line of defense.
The golden energy maintains the barrier and becomes the thing that humans rely on most at this moment.
If the barrier is broken, this city will truly be destroyed!
The heavy rain outside the window was still falling, but since some point the color of the rain had changed and it was not as turbid as it was at the beginning.
The undead in the ancient capital city no longer roared, as if they were tired and taking a halftime break.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, those people in the outer city of the ancient capital who did not have time to retreat at the beginning have completed a safe and effective retreat with the help of the magician.
This hour of truce came too timely and was too crucial!
In such a disaster of city destruction, every minute and every second can ignite the hope of a person or a family.
"Let's go to the teahouse and have some water."
On the street, several people with their families, looking like a group of refugees, were heading towards the teahouse.
Teahouse owner Xue Zang looked down through the window at the people gathering on the street, with a sinister look in his eyes.
"Do you really think you're safe now that you're here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a teahouse waiter ran up and whispered something in his ear.
Upon hearing the news brought by the waiter, Xue Zang was horrified and rushed downstairs.
"Boss Xue!" A sharp-eyed guest downstairs immediately greeted Xue Zang cheerfully.
At this time when everyone is looking after themselves, there are still people willing to open shops and provide free space and water to people like them who come from other cities. Isn't this a kind-hearted person?
"Boss Xue!"
"Boss Xue, thank you so much."
"Boss Xue, you are such a good person."
As the first person's voice sounded, people stood up one after another and waved to greet Xue Zang.
Looking at the people blocking his way, Xue Zang's eyes revealed a bit of disgust, and he cursed, "Get out of here, don't bother me, you bunch of trash."
As soon as the words fell, the teahouse suddenly fell silent.
The guests looked at Xue Zang in disbelief as he walked past them.
This?
Is this still the same easy-going teahouse owner?
Xue Zang did not answer them, and his figure soon disappeared in the heavy rain.
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"Great, great!"
On the inner city building, Han Ji, president of the Magic Association, looked at the mages and residents who were constantly retreating below, and a smile finally appeared on his face.
The bottle of liquid given by the white-robed man, combined with the water-based super-class magic of Lu Huan, the strongest among the ancient capital's royal guard mages, really neutralized the Nine Nether Dew in the rain.
Without the effect of the Nine Nether Dew, the undead that were supposed to hide in their nests during the day finally resumed their normal routines and retreated.
Although the liquid the man in white robe brought back was not much and could not last for a long time, it was more than enough for them now.
As long as we solve the source now, this catastrophe will be over.
"President, don't be happy too soon. We haven't found the location of that person's tomb yet." The man in white robe still had a trace of sadness in his eyes, and he reminded Han Ji in a low voice.
"I know." How could Han Ji not know that the crisis had not been resolved, but they really didn't know the location of the ancient royal tomb.
Although the Land of the Dead is vast, countless wizards have set foot there over the past thousands of years, but no one has ever heard of anyone discovering the ancient king's tomb.
What this world lacks the least is people seeking treasure. If the ancient king’s tomb was really in the land of the dead, it would have probably been dug up by now.
No one could guess what was in the mind of that great king.
Where will his tomb be placed?
Under the city wall, Xue Zang came up with the answer to this question.
"Who are you?" Han Ji's gaze suddenly turned to Xue Zang.
"He is the new blue-clad leader of the Black Church and the highest-ranking person under Lord Saran in this city that is about to perish." Xue Zang grinned, looking so proud.
He revealed his identity without any concealment, and it can even be said that he emphasized his identity.
I don't know which kind-hearted person suddenly killed all the high-ranking officials in the ancient capital, allowing him, a gray-robed priest, to sit in such a high position.
And once you enter the blue clothes, you can become the most important person to start the feast.
Sparasi, Sparasi!
It's a great feeling.
Hearing these arrogant words, a royal guard mage behind Han Ji was about to take action, but was stopped by a white-robed man beside him.
The man in white robe shook his head slightly at Han Ji.
Han Ji narrowed his eyes, glanced coldly at Xue Zang, and casually stretched out his hand to ask everyone behind him to stop.
"You dare to appear in front of us, are you really not afraid of death?"
"You dare to kill me? Hahaha, stop making me laugh." Xue Zang played with the ring that represented the blue clothes in his hand and looked at everyone present with disdain.
Negotiate?
In an instant, Han Ji figured out the purpose of Xue Zang's appearance here.
If he wanted to show off his status, then all the people in the Black Church would be dead. If this guy is not looking for death, then he must want to negotiate some conditions with me?
Is there anything under his control that is worthy of his care?
Han Ji thought frantically in his mind, and soon, he thought of something.
"Are you here to rescue Saran?"
"So what?" Xue Zang sneered, and continued, "Or I, a kind-hearted man, came to save those innocent super-class mages. Oh, tut, tut, tut, a bunch of poor people, who worked so hard to defend this city, but are going to die tragically at the hands of their own people. I really can't bear it."
Xue Zang's words seemed to hit Han Ji hard in the face.
"Tell us what you can bring us?" the man in white robe interrupted.
"Aren't you looking for the location of the mausoleum? I can tell you."
Hearing this, the man in white looked at Han Ji. Given his status, he was not qualified to make a decision.
Han Ji's expression kept changing.
Saran’s life and the lives of millions of people in the city?
This is a glimmer of hope. If we can find the tomb and prevent that person from waking up, we can save millions of people.
"Let go!"
After the Royal Guards released the imprisoned super-class mages, Xue Zang also revealed the location of the tomb.
The news that the ancient king's tomb was in the Shayuan once again extinguished the little hope they had just ignited.
Is that really a place where people can go?
At this moment, they would never have imagined that a great battle was going on in the Shayuan.
A battle that concerns the lives of millions of people in a city!
(End of this chapter)