Evolving Silver Dragon - Chapter 313

Chapter 313: 311 The Master of Time_1

Translator: 549690339

Konoheim stood expressionless on the walls of Har City, while Otto, who was hiding in a corner of the battlefield, stared intently at him.

It seemed that Konoheim was finally ready to take action, and for Otto, this was an opportunity to witness Konoheim’s strength with his own eyes.

Although he had seen Konoheim in action before, it never felt real.

Just like Otto, Sofia also jumped down from her chair and carefully observed the direction of Har City.

Obviously, she and Otto were both concerned about Konoheim’s strength.

Accompanying Sofia was Moray, while the Flame of the Red Lotus was curious about what they were all looking at and joined them.

As for Welin, she shook her head repeatedly, wondering what was so interesting about that old thing, Konoheim.

The scene returned to Har City.

Konoheim sighed and, like an ordinary middle-aged man with a disheveled appearance, slowly walked to the edge of the wall with a large sword on his back.

At this time, a highland warrior who was already fighting here was cutting a Demon Soul Corpse into two parts with a huge sword that was even longer than himself.

Seeing Konoheim suddenly appear beside him, he laughed loudly, “Hey, old man, why haven’t you drawn your sword yet? Were you so scared by the scene around here that you lost your mind?

If that’s the case, you better leave as soon as possible and get away from here! It’s better to save your own life ”

As he spoke, the highland warrior swiftly swung the gigantic sword in his hand, spinning like a top and slicing through the undead that surrounded him.

In an instant, he cleared a large area around him.

His power was formidable, not quite reaching the level of a Legend, but certainly among the top tier of warriors.

However, his surroundings obviously belonged to a focal point of attention for the undead army, and soon, more undead began crawling onto the city wall.

The siege ladder made from undead and stone had become quite stable, providing excellent conditions for the undead to climb onto the wall.

“Old man, did you hear me?”

As the highland warrior swung his gigantic sword with heavy breaths, he continued to pay attention to Konoheim.

Anyone who came here must be a righteous companion.

He didn’t want to see a righteous friend become mentally broken and perish at the hands of these undead.

Perhaps it was the noisy environment that prevented the other party from hearing what he was saying, so the highland warrior intended to clear a path and remind Konoheim in person.

However, the undead surrounding him were not willing to let him accomplish this so easily.

At the same time, the highland warrior was puzzled as to why the old man opposite him had been standing there for a while.

Yet the undead surrounding him simply ignored him like he was nothing more than air, let alone attacking him.

“What on earth is going on?”

As the highland warrior pondered, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

While he was slightly distracted, a ghoul’s sharp teeth bit mercilessly into his shoulder.

“Ah you damned beast!”

In his anger, the highland warrior twisted the ghoul’s neck and forcefully tore its head from his shoulder, blood and torn flesh trailing behind.

Breaking the neck did not stop the ghoul’s head from struggling, so when he tore it off, a large chunk of bloody flesh came with it.

The injured highland warrior gritted his teeth in pain, his face covered in sweat from exhaustion and agony.

He gripped the ghoul’s head tightly and smashed it into a night zombie nearby, simultaneously dodging its death gaze.

Due to his injured shoulder, it was difficult for him to swing his enormous sword with ease as he had before.

At this time, he could only prop the gigantic sword on the ground, using the spiked handle to strike the undead or treating it as a scythe.

He dragged the sword along the ground, kicking a Demon Soul Corpse onto the blade.

With this force, the Demon Soul Corpse was neatly pressed onto the blade and split into two.

“Huff, huff ”

After expending a great deal of effort, the highland warrior finally cleared the undead around him again.

“Clang!”

With a crisp sound, he could no longer hold the gigantic sword in his hand and could only let it fall to the ground helplessly.

“It seems my journey can only go this far ”

With a bitter smile, the highland warrior stared at the next wave of undead climbing onto the wall, gritting his teeth and preparing to burn his life to the end.

At this moment, a series of yellow, translucent, and enigmatic magic rays began to drift across the sky above Har City, like ripples of slumber.

The highland warrior, who had initially been somewhat desperate, was amazed to find that the wounds on his body had completely healed after being touched by these peculiar magic ripples.

Not only that, but the pervasive fatigue throughout his body had also vanished in an instant.

If it weren’t for his thoughts and memories being the same as before, he would have even thought that he had just arrived in Har City.

And there were many others who shared the same feelings and experiences as this highland warrior; some who had lost limbs or exhausted their magic power were also miraculously restored.

It seemed that all these changes were because they had touched those strange yellow magic ripples.

Although it was astonishing, most people didn’t have time to think too much about it as the battlefield situation was urgent. Now that their bodies had recovered, they quickly resumed fighting.

With the large sword back on his shoulder, the highland warrior who had previously urged Konoheim looked pensively at an empty corner.

Konoheim had been standing there before, but now no one knew when he had disappeared.

Others might not be aware, but this highland warrior had been close to Konoheim from the very beginning, and everything that happened before was almost entirely within his sight.

There was no doubt that the old man he had misjudged as being scared out of his mind must be the rumored Konoheim.

And he had once held a legendary title that echoed throughout the continent.

The Master of Time!