novelraw Chapter 1936: 625: Joy and Sorrow
Chapter 1936: 625: Joy and Sorrow
Chapter 1936: Chapter 625: Joy and Sorrow
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The lush jungle, with warm winds, was baked by the scorching sun, making the verdant hills shimmer with oil.
A four-person adventure team was hacking their way through the Fanggan Forest with difficulty.
Leading the way was a Buer Tauren clad in leaf mail, whose every swing of the double-edged battle axe cleared a wide, straight path.
“Master Anelka, how much longer until we reach our destination? We’ve been walking for almost half a month!” The thief in the team angrily drew out a flying dagger and threw it back without turning his head. With a dull thud, the dagger pinned a noisy cicada to the tree trunk — this damn cicada had just relieved itself, spilling its discharge all over the thief’s head and face.
The mage, whose head looks like a pointed olive, heard the thief’s complaint and wiped the oily sweat off his neck with a towel. He carefully pulled out an old leather map from his chest, took out a day instrument to check the latitude and longitude against the sunlight, and then looked at the map. He nodded confidently, “Branco, don’t worry! It’s just ahead, no more than three hours away!”
“Please, you’ve been saying that for almost a day!” The elf archer at the back of the team groaned helplessly, “Master Anelka, can’t you come up with something new to say?”
The mage’s old face flushed, and he stuttered in response to his companions’ complaints.
The “Peninsula Iron Box” adventure team, although small in numbers, was a well-known treasure hunting group in the St. Jose Empire, thanks to having a certified mage. Even in the entire mercenary world, they enjoyed some reputation.
This time, they accepted a guild-assigned task, and “Peninsula Iron Box” had been within the Fanggan Forest for more than half a month, enduring countless hardships, yet their destination was still nowhere in sight. If they hadn’t recruited a physically robust Buer Warrior earlier, the entire adventure team might have collapsed and returned home after clearing paths for just three days in the primeval forest.
But complaints aside, “Peninsula Iron Box” was composed of industry elites. After a brief rest, everyone gritted their teeth and continued to plow forward through the forest with unsteady steps.
After all, this task was a rare relic excavation, and it was the ruins of an ancient Goblin shop.
According to guild regulations, the proceeds from excavating relics are split seventy-thirty, with the adventure team having first pick rights.
Everyone on the Aegean Continent knows how many treasures the ancient goblin shops had!
If not for Master Anelka’s somewhat decent knowledge of goblin cuneiform, the guild wouldn’t have assigned the treasure hunting task to “Peninsula Iron Box.”
Each of the four adventurers felt a surge of energy at the thought.
Perhaps after this adventure, just the share alone could allow everyone to spend the rest of their days in comfort.
Finally, after trudging through a dense forest, the four adventurers entered a forest marsh filled with water pools.
The thief responsible for scouting cautiously circled around, having encountered a Swamp Flying Dragon in a similar environment ten days ago. They couldn’t afford to be careless.
Not finding the large pile of dragon dung that warns intruders of the Swamp Flying Dragon, the four adventurers breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing their water bags were almost empty, the thief, experienced in wilderness survival, led his companions to cut a notch in a giant artemisia tree, filling all the water bags with the sweet juice, comparable to sugarcane, from the wild artemisia.
An adventure life is like this, with the windswept and dew-laden vagabond life sometimes offering wild pleasures that common people can’t enjoy.
The mage, feeling extremely anxious, once again secretly checked the map.
In fact, his understanding of goblin cuneiform was only superficial, with many words on the map that he could only interpret by guessing.
Although the goblin shop ruins still seemed like an illusion, the human thief, elf archer, and Tauren could not help but talk about their future wealthy lives. For a moment, cheerful laughter echoed over the forest marsh. Even the usually stern Buer Warrior Noveski took out the gaffermal harp from his back and played vibrant and beautiful music with his carrot-thick fingers.
The mage felt bitter inside; if they couldn’t find the goblin shop ruins, he wondered if his companions could still laugh.
“Shh!” The elf archer suddenly extended his hand, interrupting his companions’ merry conversation.
All the adventurers jumped to their feet, stood back to back, holding their breaths, and vigilantly scanned their surroundings.
The towering giant artemisia blocked most of the view, with occasional bubbling sounds coming from the knee-deep grass.
The mage softly chanted a series of profound and obscure incantations, tossing a handful of silver powder into the air, causing a moon-white “Wizard’s Eye” to appear in the sky.
Master Anelka was from the northern Durland Kingdom, proficient in Frost Magic. Due to offending the religious dignitaries of the Church of the Snow Goddess, he was forced to flee south. Nevertheless, his intermediate mage title was genuine and transcended borders.
With the mage and the “Wizard’s Eye” helping, the enemies hidden in the dark finally had nowhere to hide.
“There’s a group of ‘sludge monsters’ in the grass, 120 feet west.” The mage, slowly opening his eyes, pointed with his staff in the direction, followed by an arrow that shot out with a hoarse wail.
The Tauren Warrior stepped out with splashes, brandishing a double-edged battle axe, charging silently towards the location.