Headshot Wizard - Chapter 461

Chapter 461 Anzura Trail (sixth!)

On the evening of the fifth day, Lance left the hot spring town alone, heading to the mysterious valley where the Drew lived.

It is said that in the agreement between the Eastern Parliament and the Drew people, there is a statement: The former must ensure that wizards do not take the initiative to disturb the life of the Drew people in isolation.

But in fact, this article has not been well implemented from the beginning.

Rumors of the mysterious fruit of the Dru people have long been spread throughout the Marseilles line of defense. Among those wizards who come to the southern mining area every year, I don’t know how many have the same mindset as Lance, and have some different views on these mysterious fruits.

Therefore, even if the Eastern Council strives to maintain order here, it still cannot stop the pervasive wizards.

It’s just that the Drew also have their own way.

It is said that the grand canyon is the longest and narrowest in the hot spring valley. The interior of the canyon is full of lush forests and hot pools. And without the guidance of the Drews, ordinary wizards would not be able to find traces of the mysterious fruit even if they walked back and forth hundreds of times in the Grand Canyon.

Because that forest is actually just a cover, the place where the Dru people actually live is a secret land called [Emerald Wonderland]. The entire secret realm relies on the plane of Criland, which is quite a distance from the abyss. Its entrance is some trees in the forest.

This news was obtained by Lance from a wizard who had returned from defeat. The latter is also very interested in the mysterious fruit of the Drew, and arrived in Hot Spring Valley about half a year earlier than Lance. But it took him half a year, but he still couldn’t find any clues about the Drew in the Hot Spring Valley.

This group of weird people is just like their legend, only when dealing with the Eastern Council, will they appear in front of people by chance. For most of the rest of the time, they hid in their emerald fairyland, guarding the sacred tree, Anzura.

There are only two ways to reach the secret realm. The first is the pure blood of the Drews themselves. It is said that they can communicate with the spirits of the trees, and then directly enter the emerald fairyland through these trees.

The second method is rumored-it is said that there is an [Anzura Trail] in a corner of the forest. This path does not require the pure blood of the Dru people to open it, but the road is quite difficult. Once you can walk through this path smoothly, you can also reach the emerald fairyland where the Dru people live.

The coming of these negative news did not discourage Lance-if the fruit of the Antura is so easy to obtain, then the fruit of the Antura here might have been looted long ago.

In fact, Lance believed that there was a reason why the Eastern Parliament chose to cooperate with the Drews instead of plundering the latter.

There must be a force behind the Dru people to support them, so that the powerful Eastern Council must open up a territory on its own territory for the Dru people to live in, and at the same time do not use violence to seize the ownership of the Anzura tree.

“The Drew people must have their reason to survive. I am not descended from the Drew people. Don’t think too much about entering the emerald fairyland through the spirits of these trees. You can only try your luck and see if you can find the peace. The Zura Trail is up.”

With such thoughts in mind, Lance walked slowly into the Grand Canyon.

The drenched water vapor rushed in, forming a thick layer of mist above the canyon.

The canyon runs from east to west, with steep mountains on both sides, and strange trees growing on the rocks and soil, forming a forest that can’t be seen at a glance.

In the quiet forest, no sound can be heard quietly. It seemed that most of the sound was absorbed by the dense water vapor, and Lance’s feet stepped on the soft and moist soil, vaguely having an illusion of walking in the swamp.

The sky gradually darkened, and Lance opened the eagle eyes and black bats, and began to carefully investigate every corner of the forest.

…

For two consecutive days and two nights, Lance walked in this grand canyon. During the period, he also encountered two patrolling teams and some “comrades” with ghosts, but he cleverly avoided them.

Since he left Hot Spring Town two days ago, the Eastern Council’s new order has been passed from the mountain city-it is clear that Torren and others have mostly solved the problem of the Great Devil and started to rectify.

At this time, it is still hard to say whether the decree in Lance’s hands can take effect, so he didn’t want to be out of the question.

What only disappointed him was that, like the wizard who told him the news, he carefully searched every corner of the Grand Canyon, and the result was still nothing.

The legendary Anzura trail leading to the emerald fairyland seemed to be non-existent.

Two days’ time allowed him to know every corner of this gorge well, but he didn’t find any trace of the Drew. This made him wonder whether the so-called Drews themselves were a scam?

Is it just a gimmick created by the Eastern Parliament or others for some purpose?

After all, since the legend of the Dru people began to spread around the Marseille line of defense, the business in Spa Town has more than doubled.

At the thought of this, Lance hesitated.

After thinking for a while, he decided to return to Hot Spring Town to find out more information.

What surprised him was that when he returned to Hot Spring Town in the dark, he encountered an unexpected man.

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“Didn’t you say you want to leave here? Why did you change your attention again?”

In the corner of a hot spring hotel, the old and the young sat in the shadows.

Lance looked around. By now the night was dark, and no one else was staying in the hall, only him and Old Miller.

The old man wore a wizard hat with a low brim. It did not look like a wizard from the outside, but rather like the kind of wizard who likes to deceive everywhere.

“You said that if a person is dead, will he be resurrected?”

Old Miller said this quietly.

Lance froze for a moment, and said seriously: “A person can’t be resurrected after death. This is the law of how far away the universe is, unless the dead person has power beyond the legend.”

Old Miller nodded, and a hesitation flashed in his eyes: “That night, I was planning to leave the mountain city, but I met someone.”

Lance frowned, remembering what old Miller had said before, and suddenly said, “Is it a dead person?”

“Almost.” Old Miller said calmly: “Five years ago, I killed him with my own hands. I can make sure that his heart was crushed by me, his neck was broken, and his head was crushed by me; but five years ago. Years later, he appeared in front of me again, no different from that time.”

Langston was taken aback.

At first, he thought it was the old Miller who made a misjudgment. After all, this kind of thing may be the person who admitted the wrong person, or it may be that the person was not completely dead at the time.

However, judging from his description, it should be impossible for people to admit mistakes. After all, the spiritual power of wizards is extremely strong; and the possibility of not being completely dead at the time seems to be ruled out. Lance couldn’t imagine how a person would continue to live after suffering such trauma to his heart and neck.

This kind of devastating damage has gone beyond the scope of witchcraft treatment. Unless there are skills like the old devil, immediately give that person a heart-of course, he has to connect his neck and head. But this kind of surgery is too difficult.

Lance pondered for a moment, and tentatively asked, “Is that the congressman’s son?”

Old Miller nodded: “The congressman’s name is Hunter, and he is a third-level wizard. His son, the scum who killed my daughter, is Richardson. Now their father and son are in Hot Springs Valley. In the range.”

He also concealed something right now, and directly told Lance of his experience that day:

It turned out that after the old Miller found Richardson’s trail that day, he did not act rashly, but followed all the way.

Finally, through some witchcraft, he quickly determined that this guy was the scum he personally killed five years ago. He was so shocked at the time that he almost couldn’t hold back the impulse and rushed out to kill Richardson.

Although Old Miller is old and has been imprisoned in the black tower for five years, his magic power has degraded, but he is also an out-and-out second-level high-level wizard.

Originally, if it hadn’t happened five years ago, he would be the next man in the mountain city to become a third-level wizard. After all, his magic pool was already very stable and integrated with his body at that time, he only needed to find a proper witchcraft seed to plant it.

And Richardson himself was just a wizard apprentice with very weak magic power. Even without his powerful father, he couldn’t even become an apprentice wizard.

He knew that his aptitude was very poor, and he had no hope in the wizarding road in this life, so he spent all his time on eating, drinking, and having fun.

And his father Hunter seemed to have acquiesced to Richardson’s behavior.

“Why didn’t you kill him?” Lance asked.

Old Miller smiled bitterly and shook his head: “Because I haven’t figured out the truth about his resurrection.”

Lance suddenly realized: “Are you afraid that if you kill him this time, he will be resurrected?”

Old Miller nodded: “Hunt doesn’t seem to know about the Black Tower, so he should have no defense against me. After all, in his heart, I am just a small character. This is one of my advantages, and I must figure this out. The reason for the animal’s resurrection, and then find a way to deal with it, and really kill him!”

“So I resisted the idea of killing him, but saved the girl, wounded a servant, and left.”

Old Miller’s tone was calm, but Lance could feel the anger in his heart.

The girl Lance had seen it in Old Miller’s room before. She was very beautiful, but she was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Richardson seems to have an unusual hobby for younger girls.

If Lance remembers correctly, Miller once mentioned that if his daughter were still there, he would be about the same age.

In other words, when his daughter was killed, she was only 13 or 4 years old.