Bab 52: Plunder
Unfortunately, Mist Forest is now occupied by wraith treants.
"Perhaps I should visit Mist Forest again," Sauron's eyes flickered. He recalled the last time he went to Mist Forest to collect Ghost Pattern Flowers and encountered an undead attack.
"Yes, it's Mist Forest!" Frost nodded, his expression serious. "Among the territories under Night Raven City, Yangjiao Village is the closest to Mist Forest."
"Therefore, I command the militia of Yangjiao Village to constantly monitor the situation in Mist Forest."
"According to the villagers' descriptions, most recently, it seems that the mist in the forest is spreading, and strange sounds can be heard every night!"
Sauron touched his chin, thoughts flickering. He had previously entered Mist Forest and knew that the forest was now occupied by the undead, especially the wraiths, possessing the trees like demons.
Anyone entering Mist Forest would be attacked by the undead, so Sauron had ordered Mist Forest to be temporarily declared a restricted area. However, it seemed that the crisis was not alleviated.
As the fog spread outward, the territory of the undead grew larger. Perhaps, in a short time, it would engulf Yangjiao Village.
"Why are there so many undead appearing?" Sauron slightly frowned, a hint of contemplation in his eyes.
According to the Necromancer Codex, although everyone's soul would leave the body after death, the overwhelming majority of people would only exist as wandering spirits, unable to endure in the mortal realm without sunlight.
Undead needed specific conditions to survive, and Mist Forest had always been a resource point for the Swain family.
During Oren's time, there were no reports of undead in Mist Forest. But now, not only undead, but also ghosts and wraiths appeared in Mist Forest, claiming the entire forest as their territory.
Frost hesitated, a look of reluctance on his face.
"Do you have something to say?" Sauron noticed Frost's expression and asked.
"Do you remember the stories I told you before you slept when I was a child?" Frost's expression was complex, and he faintly said, "In the ancient legends, at some point in the future, a magical tide will sweep the world, and dark forces will devour everything!"
"Magical tide?" Sauron's mind stirred, memories of childhood resurfacing.
The ancient legends about the magical tide had always been circulating on the lost continent. Thousands of years ago, the lost continent was a dark land ruled by ancient Spiritual Gods. They were powerful and cruel, treating humans like livestock.
It was a bloody era.
Suddenly, one day, the Saint 'Elsa' descended upon the world!
A great being, according to ancient texts, the Saint led twelve saints to the world's darkest era.
The Saint defeated the evil Ancient Gods, bringing light to the lost continent.
Since then, humanity entered a new era.
The great Saint Elsa enlightened the world, leading humanity from the Stone Age to civilization. He established the powerful Valia Empire on the lost continent.
The existence of the Valia Empire allowed humanity to enter a three-hundred-year period of development.
That era was known as the "Old Calendar"!
In the normal course of development, the powerful Valia Empire would have continued to dominate the lost continent. Under the leadership of Saint Elsa, humanity would have continued to grow and prosper.
However, one day, among the twelve saints under Saint Elsa's command, the third saint, Glin, betrayed the Saint for unknown reasons. Taking advantage of the Saint's trust, Glin severely injured him but also paid a heavy price, having to flee far away.
For a while, the empire faced a crisis.
The saints suspected each other, not knowing if the others were allies of the third saint. The once mighty Valia Empire began to crumble.
Seeing the empire he built with his own hands in such a state, the wounded Saint Elsa felt both sad and helpless.
Simultaneously, due to the betrayal of the third saint Glin, Saint Elsa no longer trusted the remaining saints.
After a period of turmoil, Saint Elsa's traces disappeared from the world.
No one knew where the Saint had gone.
But before leaving, the Saint left an ancient prophecy that one day, a magical tide representing extraordinary power would inevitably sweep the lost continent.
At that time, darkness would engulf everything!
The prophecy did not explicitly state what the so-called darkness represented. However, the sudden appearance of wraiths in Mist Forest and some news from the north reminded Frost of the magical tide.
Sauron's eyes flickered slightly.
He originally didn't believe in the legends about the magical tide. Still, since obtaining the wizard inheritance, Sauron had developed more thoughts about the magical tide.
It was definitely more than just a legend.
The magical tide truly existed, just like wizards!
"If it's only Mist Forest, it seems not enough to explain anything, right?" After a while, Sauron opened his mouth and said.
"Not just Mist Forest," Frost shook his head, saying solemnly, "News just came from the northern border. Someone near the Great Wall found traces of ghouls."
"Moreover, it is said that a spider demon crawled out of the grave in the marshland dukedom, devouring all the people in a village."
"Besides this, it seems that werewolves are appearing in the eastern plains."
"Although these pieces of news have not been confirmed, rumors about the magical tide are getting more and more intense!"
With that, Frost's expression became grave.
If the legend of the magical tide was true, it meant that the lost continent would soon face a terrifying disaster.
"All right! I understand." After pondering for a moment, Sauron nodded. The matter of the magical tide could not be confirmed yet, but Mist Forest was right in front of him. As the current lord of Night Raven City, if he didn't resolve the threat in Mist Forest, the people in his territory would continue to live in fear.
"Well then, excuse me."
After reporting everything to Sauron, Frost bowed slightly and then exited the room.
In the room, only Sauron remained.
He sat on the chair, eyes shimmering, recalling the matter of the magical tide.
Night Raven City was Sauron's territory, and so was Mist Forest. Unless it was a last resort, he wouldn't easily give up his territory.
Especially Mist Forest, which had been an important resource point for the Swain family for many years.
Now, Sauron wanted to cultivate the Snow Eagle Breathing Technique and the Red Snake Breathing Technique. Magical herbs were essential, and if Mist Forest was still as it used to be, he could use the materials inside to concoct magical herbs suitable for both Breathing Techniques.
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