518 – Stupa City
On a hillside, more than 300 soldiers crept on the ground, staring at the road leading to the Stupa City.
A fat Knight rank expert whispered: “Boss, the Taran Caravan has a level-3 Apprentice Warlock. She’s far stronger than us.”
The lesser bosses focused their gazes on a black-armored Knight, and a flash of anxiety streaked past their eyes.
To ordinary people, a level-3 Apprentice Warlock who grasped knowledge about various level-0 spells, extraordinary life forms, and other subjects was a frightening existence.
The Knight in black armor said sternly: “Danny, level-3 Apprentice Warlocks don’t have life force field to protect them. They cannot ward off arrows. If we sneak-attack her, she’s toast. When we’re done here, we’ll get so much money that it will rest us till the end of our lives. We will never have to do such a dangerous thing again.”
When the lesser bosses thought of the remuneration, their heart rate surged, and they showed looks of greed.
The face of a lesser boss suddenly fell, and he screamed in panic: “Boss, your face, your face …”
A black ant the size of a baby’s finger crawled up to the face of the Knight in black armor and bit down.
The face of the Knight in black armor suddenly swelled, and a black line extended from his face to his heart. But he didn’t seem to see this. Instead, he frowned and asked: “Tack, what’s wrong with you? Don’t make a fuss. By the way, why is there a big ant on your face?”
The lesser boss suddenly felt shocked, and went to touch his face. When he touched a black ant the size of a baby’s finger, he released blood-curdling screams: “I’m sorry! I don’t want to die! Please don’t kill me! I beg you, please don’t kill me!”
When the lesser bosses saw the strange black ants on other people’s faces, they touched their own faces, and felt the strange black ants. There was a flash of terror and despair in their eyes.
“Spare me!”
“I don’t want to die!”
“Please, please let me go! I’ll do anything”
“…”
The more than 300 soldiers plunged into panic, confusion, fear, and despair, and screamed miserably. Eventually, they all fell dead.
Not long after, the Taran Caravan stopped near this place, and 20 guards came over and cleaned the site.
A guard looked at the more than 300 black corpses with a look of horror in his eyes and uttered solemnly: “How fearsome. More than 300 people died just like that. Lady Adriana’s strength is unfathomable!”
Another guard sighed slightly, a complicated look in his eyes: “This is the gap between Warlocks and ordinary people like us!”
Adriana was the most beautiful woman these guards have ever met, and many of them were already enamored with her. But they were clear about the fact that ordinary people like them and an Apprentice Warlock such as Adriana lived in two completely different worlds.
Yet another guard spoke: “Lady Adriana is just an Apprentice Warlock, while Sir is a true Warlock! Sir’s strength is unmeasurable!”
Still another guard said with a smile: “True Warlock? It makes no difference for us.”
For ordinary people, Apprentice Warlocks and true Warlocks were existences that they could not afford to provoke. In the presence of such existences, these ordinary people could only exercise humility.
A light knocking sound came from the front of the luxurious carriage, and then Adriana’s voice rang: “Sir, it’s me, Adriana. May I come in?”
Yang Feng frowned and stored the Lightning Awl directly into the storage ring.
Of the three secret treasures he obtained from the Brilliant Sage Capital, two were Monarch grade secret treasures, while the World Ring was a Sage grade secret treasure. With his current strength, using any one of them will instantly drain all his strength in an instant.
As for the level-7 secret treasure Lightning Awl, he could barely use it. It has become a powerful trump card in his hands.
Yang Feng answered: “Come in!”
Adriana boarded the luxurious carriage respectfully and uttered deferentially: “Sir Ian, the power you posses is great. As you have said, there were enemies in front of us lying in wait. Without your help, the Taran Caravan would be in great danger by this time. Thank you very much.”
As a level-3 Apprentice Warlock, Adriana could silently kill the more than 300 ordinary soldiers by using extraordinary life forms. But once she was ambushed by the ordinary soldiers, she would be in grave danger.
Yang Feng said indifferently: “It’s a trivial matter. If there’s nothing else, then leave!”
The ambush of more than 300 ordinary soldiers was almost a matter of life and death, rise and fall for this little caravan. But in front of an expert like Yang Feng, it was just a trifle.
Andrea’s countenance changed a number of times, and then her pretty eyes finally glimmered with resolve: “Sir, I have a big secret I want to tell you!”
Yang Feng’s expression remained unchanged.
There was no way something that a trifling level-3 Apprentice Warlock would mention could pique Yang Feng’s interest. In the caravan, Adriana was like a goddess, receiving the adoration of numerous guards. But compared with Eunice, her looks and temperament were not on the same level. She couldn’t move Yang Feng at all.
“The lord of the Stupa City Molledo suddenly became perverse three years ago and killed ordinary people and Warlocks everywhere. The Stupa City has become a hell on earth. On the surface, we’re going to the Stupa City to do commerce, but in reality, our purpose is to collect evidence of Molledo’s evil deeds. After we gather evidence of Molledo’s perverse acts, the Sword of Light will send powerhouses to kill him.”
“Molledo was already a level-2 Warlock three years ago. After he changed to an evil secret method, his strength should have risen quickly. He might be a level-3 Warlock by now. Sir, it will be very dangerous if you go to the Stupa City. You may be captured and turned into a sacrificial offering to an evil art at any time.” Adriana spoke with a solemn look on her face.
There was a queer gleam in Yang Feng’s eyes: “Level-3 Warlock?”
In the Fuso Subcontinent, the royal guards in his palace were composed of Great Warlock rank experts. A level-3 Warlock didn’t even have the qualifications to join his royal guards.
Yang Feng closed his eyes and said lightly: “I got it!”
“He showed no fear after hearing the words level-3 Warlock. Could he be more powerful than a level-3 Warlock? In other words, he’s a Great Warlock!” Adriana mused and took her leave respectfully.
Two days later, the Stupa City exuding an ancient, desolate, and declining aura appeared in front of the caravan.
On the road to the Stupa City, there was one cross after another inserted in the ground. There were corpses, many of which were covered with insect repellent, nailed to the crosses. The bodies were littered with lacerations, which were signs of torture. It was a gruesome sight.
Yang Feng swept the road filled with crosses and frowned: “What crimes did these people commit that they deserved to be killed?”
When it came to enemies, Yang Feng wasn’t lenient, and killed them without mercy. But when it came to ordinary people, he judged them according to the law. He would only kill some of the most reprehensible criminals.
When Yang Feng was in the Feisuo Plane, he has set up several corpse forests in the Red Earth Wasteland, and there he hung the bodies of thieves, murderers, and slave hunters to scare away the scum.
Adriana looked at the crosses on both sides of the road with anger in her eyes: “Most of these people were innocent, yet they were tortured to death by Molledo. As for the scum and dregs, they have become his subordinates. The Stupa City is now a hell on earth. If it wasn’t for the fact that the market in the Stupa City is highly profitable, no one would come here to do business.”
Yang Feng frowned: “They kill innocent people indiscriminately?”
Yang Feng didn’t take Adriana’s words at face value. Unless he used detection spells, he couldn’t readily believe a person who has been with him for less than 10 days. In the world of Warlocks, people who readily believe others can die easily.
After the Taran Caravan paid the entrance toll, the guards at the gate watched the caravan enter the city with a peculiar gleam in their eyes.
Inside the Stupa City, Yang Feng saw very few pedestrians on the streets, and the doors of the houses were closed. Few people came out to do business. Even the few people that could be seen on the streets were rushing with numb faces, looking like walking dead.
A group of men on horseback clamoring in excitement rushed their way.
Yang Feng glanced at the people, and frigid killing intent flickered in his eyes.
They were roughly 18 or 19 years of old. With cruel and ruthless expressions on their faces, each of them dragged a naked woman behind their horses. Injured due to the friction, the women screamed repeatedly. But the men laughed in excitement.
His gaze ice-cold, Yang Feng mused: “Devil in human skin, that should refer to scum like them. It seems that this Stupa City has indeed decayed to the extreme.”
