119. Chapter 119 – Visitor of the Holy Light

Chapter 119 – Holy Light Visitor
The voice only appeared for an instant and then disappeared.

By the time Heine’s senses got close to the feather, it had become devoid of fluctuations.

It was as if the dude asking for help had held it in his entire life and saved it for just one sound.

And then it was over.

At this time, seeing the dwarves surrounding him getting more and more, Sabelia hurriedly shouted:

“Help! I’m Elamonte, the son of the wind! Quickly move this damn skeleton out of the way!”

It was his last chance.

After all, this “vest” had an extraordinary status in Eagle Wing City.

In normal times, this tactic might still work.

But the group of people who were gullible enough to trust him and Golden Tooth had already become undead.

Those present were all from the old Fire Copper Street, and would have heartily disapproved of this Son of the Wind who had appeared out of nowhere.

What’s more, the Sacred Beast Eli was only a wisp of a remnant soul left, so where would they believe his bullshit.

Some people even went up and spat angrily.

“Bah! You blasphemer and imposter!”

Sabelia’s heart went cold.

Had Goldtooth explained everything?
It was fine if he didn’t open his mouth, but as soon as he did, it was as if the dwarves had found a vent for their anger, and each of them surrounded him with unkind eyes.

“What kind of evil deeds do you have with Goldtooth!?”

“Yes, honestly explain how the sacred beasts were mutilated!”

“Where is the real Child of the Wind?”

Oops, begged the wrong person ……

Sabelia’s thoughts raced, and her gaze suddenly fell on Heine.

He had already guessed the identity of the other party.

The other party was the owner of this skeleton, the same young man who stood beside Barry Gittler that day.

It was the existence that made him repent!

Had he known, he should have taken him along with him!
“Help me! Don’t let them kill me, you know who I am right? I’m Sabelia Whisper, the Ranger known as the Wind of the Jungle, let me go and I can tell you where my treasure is!”

He didn’t just make up a treasure, he also specifically used the elven language.

And it was different from both Silverwing’s and Jianglu’s elvish language, it was rather similar to Linumu.

I guess it’s the language specialty of the Mourning Wood Valley, that’s called authentic.

At this point, Heine was certain that the voice came from this feather.

Since it had become a level 5 equipment before it was obtained by Sabelia, it must have had a soul bound to it long ago.

Moreover, listening to General Sa’s description, Sabelia had personally unbound it when he was in the trial space, which allowed the energy in the feather to flow to him.

It was most likely because of this reason that one could hear this cry for help.

Heine held up the feather close to him, “Whose soul is on this?”

Sabelia’s heart stuttered.

It went straight cold.

The nonsense he had prepared was all for naught.

He simply gave up.

“I can tell you all the secrets about the Bow of Sighs, but you must let me go!”

The Bow of Sighs?

Heine pretended to be puzzled, “Are you saying that the soul on this has something to do with the Bow of Sighs?”

Sabelia kept her mouth shut.

He was aware that every extra word he said was draining his hope of survival.

Heine didn’t care if he continued on; all he had to do was open a conversation and the three of them were discussing it.

Mr. Sa: “Crap? The Bow of Sighs even has a secret?”

Mr. Xia: “Huh? Aren’t you a half-elf? How come you don’t know this or that?”

Mr. Sa: “Have you ever studied The Longzhong Pair?”

Mr. Xia: “……?”

The rest of the conversation doesn’t need to continue anymore.

Teacher Xia: “…… Really good ah you, you learn really fast. In all seriousness, when you weren’t here, Sister Ventriloquist gave us a lesson, she said that every piece of equipment above level five is bound to the soul of a strong person from the same camp.

“Since Sabelia was once the owner of the Bow of Sighs, she can’t be the one who created it.”

Mr. Sa: “Then this is too tragic, living to sell your life to the camp and dying to be made into equipment?”

Wei Temple Iris: “Laughing, the people of the Shadow Sanctuary still have to go to the Shadow Realm to work for life when they die, a lifetime establishment.”

…

Seeing that they were discussing it, Heine didn’t bother with the pretentious Saberia.

This former Elf Ranger still didn’t understand what kind of job awaited him.

Since he wasn’t in a hurry, then Heine wasn’t in a hurry either.

The group returned to the airship and flew back to their original altitude.

This was an excellent viewpoint.

Eagle Rank Mountain was now a battleground between holy light and dead air.

Witch-demon roars came from the top of the mountain, each accompanied by a steady stream of death aura converging from all directions, struggling to resist the holy light’s encirclement.

Sabelia froze as she watched the scene in front of her, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

That Witch Demon’s body was something he had given up in order to survive, but now the thing had been thrown away, and the person hadn’t run away.

But now he threw it away, and the person didn’t escape. He also had to watch it being swallowed by the holy light a little bit, which was a kind of unspeakable sourness.

All so miserable, Heine still want to make up for it.

“Your existence makes Golden Tooth feel strongly threatened, which is why he agreed to Eternal Dawn’s people building a holy light storage well here.” Heine said.

Although Goldtooth didn’t say that, it didn’t affect him making things up.

Saberia’s expression definitely got more complicated.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light in the distant sky, as if a golden arrow had cut through the cloudy sky.

Tuba froze, “Is that …… the griffin of the Eagle Claw Dwarf?”

“Can’t the …… Dwarves name their clans out of the imagery of ‘eagle’?” Heine couldn’t help but spit.

“It’s still optimized.”

Simon couldn’t help but join in, “When the Lion King opened up the southern trade route, he recorded a total of four ‘Eagle Feather Mountains’, six ‘Eagle Wing Dwarves’, nine ‘Alpine Dwarves’ ‘, and even more ‘Stoneheart Tribes’, which were first distinguished by numbers before being renamed.”

Heine: “So what’s with the griffin?”

Simon looked at the golden light hovering in the sky.

It suddenly spun around twice at a specific frequency and then shot out a ray of light that exploded.

Simon’s face changed slightly, ”It’s Eternal Dawn’s Scout Griffon, the other party’s rider just released a flare.

“I’ve heard that Eternal Dawn has a team dealing with the escaping death qi near Deadclaw Mountain, I think this must be the one. As you know, this is the duty of the People of Gold.”

“It’s Ian Hoddle’s archaeological team, they dug up an ancient mausoleum.”

Tuba explained, “The dead qi that leaked out of that caused him to lose two of his assistants on the spot, and the matter was even reported to the Vault City.”

Hearing this, Heine couldn’t help but frown slightly.

There’s a People of Gold in this neighborhood …… and it’s still shaking people?

These people couldn’t have taken his boss, could they?

Suddenly, a string of experience drifted over from the direction of the Eagle’s Horn Mountain.

It was undoubtedly kill experience.

Heine froze.

This Goat was too rolled up, wasn’t it?

……

In fact catching a goat isn’t curling.

He’s actually coming to the rescue.

It has to do with his character.

He’s also a stickler for order in the game, though at first this makes him seem out of place.

But being a smart guy, he’s good at blending into his environment.

For example, he fits perfectly into the rhythm of his brothers after getting to know Mr. Xia’s group, spending his days being shady and speaking in abstractions of four or six.

But when he was alone, he would stick to his principles.

Like right now, he didn’t think the entire Eagle Wing City should be abandoned.

But he won’t stubbornly enforce justice and be a pedantic and archaic knight.

That would only result in a loss of interest for the collective.

Only at times like the present would he practice his philosophy.

This is an absolutely safe environment.

The Witch Demon was trapped on top of a mountain, and an entire city was open to him.

So walking in the rich holy light, he was back in Eaglewing City.

He indiscriminately slayed all the undead he saw along the way.

It was also well screened.

With the concentration of holy light as high as it was, the ones on fire were bound to be undead.

A portion of the undead had already been burned to death, and all he did was to cut down the ones that hadn’t been burned to death one by one.

At the same time, he searched for survivors and solved the hidden dangers around them.

Or the hidden dangers among them.

He carries a translucent “blast shield” that he snatched from a corpse, and in his other hand he holds his Bone Chopper.

He chopped and sliced along the way, just like cutting wheat.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis came from a nearby alley.

He retreated half a step back to depress his body’s center of gravity, his shield crossed in front of him.

Bang!
A strong force slammed into it.

Slightly retreating, Catching Goat slashed over with a backhanded slash.

The monster whistled shrilly and rose into the air, but it was actually an undead-ized monkey.

The Eagle Wing Dwarves hadn’t completely given up hunting, they had just given up the ancient hunting code and their reverence for intelligent life.

For example, the monkey in front of them was the object they captured and abused for fun.

As a result, it became the most difficult type of undead to deal with.

The monkey flipped several times in the air, deftly pulling away and baring its teeth at him provocatively.

Fresh blood still stood on its dark, slender claws.

Catch the Goat made a provocative gesture by tapping his bone-chopper on his shield.

The monkey crouched slightly, looking ready to power up and jump.

Suddenly a light golden energy war hammer flew out and smashed heavily on it, smashing it into mush.

Judgment Hammer?

Catch the Goat twisted its head to look.

A silver-haired paladin with a single ponytail jumped off the back of a griffin.

It was looking at him with an odd expression.

Sorry for being late with the computer breaking down. These chapters were changed from a saved manuscript on my cell phone, so if there’s a typo help me out by clicking on the corrections thanks! 😀

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