Constructing-Style Wizard - Chapter 205
Chapter 205: 106. Disaster Not Over_3
Translator: 549690339
“According to the books, the origin of magical beasts can be traced back to the early days of the Golden Dynasty.”
“It is said that a long, long time ago, the animals on the earth did not possess any extraordinary abilities. But one day, a dramatic change occurred in the heavens, and an enormous, immeasurable, and unobservable extraordinary will came down to earth, distorting the bodies and spirits of animals.”
“Since then, animals with higher intelligence levels have gained extraordinary abilities. People call them magical beasts. For example, the ‘Wind Howling Wolf’s Throat’ used by the ‘Wolfpack Guard’ comes from a magical forest wolf that can control the wind.”
Noland Lee pondered and said:
“It sounds like the appearance of magical beasts is the result of external forces…”
He wasn’t sure if it was just an illusion, but Noland always felt that this was similar to the Dusk Giants landing in the Ancient Tatis Dynasty…
In Greenshaw’s memory, such extraordinary phenomena were relatively common, occurring in countries all around the globe.
It was precisely because these extraordinary phenomena were widespread that the Wizard Advancement Association of Ulnas Ring became the department of magic with the most wizards and the most complex internal forces.
The teams moved quickly in silence, only allowing the use of headlights after leaving the previous battlefield far behind them.
The backup route chosen by Kent was safe but somewhat detoured.
After taking out the scavenger teams of the Ferocious Hound Gang, not a single person was encountered on the road until midnight.
The surrounding grasslands and bushes became sparser, with more broken stones and sandy areas that could easily kick up sand whenever the wind blew.
Without green vegetation, the number of small animals available for hunting would sharply decrease, and freshwater resources from river water would become scarce.
Aside from people performing special tasks who would come to such barren places, most others would avoid these desolate wastelands.
On a gentle slope with drifting sand and dust, Kent ordered the vehicles to stop.
He held an alchemy compass in one hand and a telescope in the other, scanning the area.
‘We’ve reached the edge of the Savage Stone Wasteland. This godforsaken place has no food or water and is extremely large. To stop us here, there must be at least a team triple our size. The manpower and material costs involved would be close to half the total value of the goods. As long as the gangs are not stupid, they won’t appear here.”
Kent nodded calmly and pointed to a building in the distance:
“Let’s go there for the night and set off tomorrow morning.”
The convoy continued on and soon arrived at the abandoned, ancient-looking building.
It had a mottled wall, a bumpy courtyard, and a three-story ancient castle with drafts blowing in from all directions.
The dried vines hanging on the outer wall of the ancient castle could easily be crushed into powder and scattered by the wind when pinched by hand.
“Boss, what is this place?” Mark got out of his vehicle, directing the team members to park their vehicles while asking Kent.
Kent rubbed his chin and stretched his neck to take a glance at the empty ancient castle hall:
“On the company’s internal map, this place used to be a military outpost of the Golden Dynasty. After the establishment of Union City, it was successively used by several gangs and companies as an army base for their wild patrol teams. Eventually, since there was nothing of value in this desolate place, all the gangs and security companies abandoned this campsite.”
“Abandoned campsite…” Mark scanned the ancient castle hall and pursed his lips:
“Heh, the people who left before us cleaned it up pretty good. They didn’t even leave the windows or doors behind…”
“Just make do. Assign some work for the guys and take turns keeping watch during the night. As soon as the sky gets bright, we’ll set off back to Union City. Oh, check the fuel of the motorcycles too. If there’s not enough fuel, dismantle the fuel and armor plating from the scavengers’ motorcycles and leave the vehicles here… I’m going to search the ancient castle for any traps or anything
like that. Better safe than sorry.”
Kent lit the lantern in his hand, called two team members to follow him, and stepped into the pitch-black ancient castle.
Mark took over command of the scene, issuing orders.
After assigning the members, he looked at Noland Lee sitting on a motorcycle, wiping a handgun, and said:
“Ray Lee, you don’t have to keep watch tonight. Get some rest. If there’s a fight again, we’ll have to trouble you to protect Fars.”
“Alright, Mark.”
Noland Lee put away his gun, scanned the ancient castle hall for a suitable place to lie down, and suddenly saw something unbelievable…
Fars had stored a few sets of sleeping bags in the alchemy stone.
He had already gotten into one of the sleeping bags and was lying down.
Hearing Noland would not be keeping watch, Fars immediately took another sleeping bag from the alchemy stone, spread it beside him, and then clapped his hand on the surface of the sleeping bag, making a “pat, pat, pat” sound.
“Come on, Ray Lee, come here. I have a spare sleeping bag here. We can talk about the rumors of the Tatis Empire. I’m really interested in the biochemical mutation techniques from your place.”
Facing Fars’ warm invitation, Noland’s brows jumped fiercely.
How can I still be so attractive to both men and women even with my face covered?!
Uh-huh?!
So covering my face doesn’t affect the ‘Charm’ attribute at work?!
He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and barely suppressed the urge to give the middle finger.
“Thank you, Fars. I’m really tired. We can discuss this when we get to Union City.”
Noland Lee nodded, ignoring Fars’ eager eyes and sat down in a corner of the ancient castle hall..
