Free Web NovelChapter 630: Chapter 359: The Third Round Begins, Daily Intelligence Bug 2
Moments later, amidst the farewell of the elves.
Thor and his group left the Elf Realm.
"Buzz!"
Illusory ripples spread, space transitioned, and then everyone’s figures appeared in the Natural Forest.
"What is this?"
Upon arrival, Ivira immediately noticed something in the distance and her beautiful eyebrows couldn’t help but furrow slightly.
"Let’s go!"
"That’s not something we can handle, the Empire has already sent people over."
Thor spoke softly.
His gaze also glanced towards the distance.
For that scene deep within, he currently had no intention of even looking.
People eat the food suited to them.
With his current strength, that place wasn’t somewhere he could participate.
Not just him.
Unless they led the opponent to the Elf Realm, Thor doubted that even the Elf Queen would be qualified.
Abyss.
Even in the daily intel, with only brief descriptions, Thor could sense its horror.
He was not going to seek trouble with those small arms and legs.
"Hmm!"
Ivira nodded lightly.
At this moment, she was unexpectedly silent.
And as her gaze withdrew, everyone set off immediately.
Target: Macedonian Kingdom.
Thor’s first target was a Church of Gods stronghold in the Macedonian Kingdom.
That was information from the ninth daily intel, which mentioned three Divine Domain level experts, as well as a notable number of Sky Knights.
That may not be the strongest location, but it’s his best opportunity.
As long as he could take that place, his first wave of points would be secured.
The group set off swiftly.
Quickly passing through the Natural Forest, they arrived at the Macedonian Kingdom.
Instead of entering via the border as they did upon arrival, they now headed to the center, quickly reaching a city.
This is the largest city on the eastern side of the Macedonian Kingdom.
Detas City.
Upon entering the city, Thor and the others instantly felt a tense atmosphere.
Not only were the streets sparse with people, but everyone seemed to be in a hurry. Thor’s group was subject to strict checks.
Clearly, compared to a few months ago, significant changes had occurred throughout the Macedonian Kingdom.
Indeed, that was the case.
Over the past few months, more than a dozen riots have occurred in the Macedonian Kingdom.
Most of these upheavals happened in towns.
Although they were swiftly suppressed, they plunged the Macedonian Kingdom into chaos.
The agitated nobility began slaughtering each other.
Detas City had a riot three days ago, which was finally put down personally by the City Lord, but the City Lord suffered major injuries.
A tavern.
Marco quickly reported the information he gathered to Thor.
"I understand!"
"Rest well!"
"You’ll be busy soon."
Thor nodded and instructed Marco.
"Yes!"
Marco was puzzled, but he obediently complied.
"Thor, do you mean the riots will happen again?"
After Marco left, Ivira voiced her surprise.
"Of course, without us, this city would be completely destroyed in three days, and over fifty thousand people would become sacrifices to the God of Night."
Thor’s words were calm.
However, what he said made Ivira’s eyes widen, her delicate face paling.
Fifty thousand people.
That’s fifty thousand people.
Even though she had heard some things along the way, what was about to happen still startled her.
"Rest well and recover your magic power. Soon, you’ll need to take care of my Knight Order, making sure they aren’t injured further."
Thor spoke softly without continuing.
"I understand!"
Ivira took a deep breath and nodded.
Time slowly passed.
The night quietly went by.
The familiar mechanical voice echoed.
Lines of daily intel refreshed before them.
Thor glanced through each line, finding not much different from yesterday.
Most were about the Church of Gods.
It was clear his guess yesterday was correct.
The Church of Gods was prepared for the Empire’s actions.
They obviously took many measures, this time daily intel included reports of several students returning bruised and battered.
However, no further casualties occurred, which was better than yesterday.
That one entry persisted.
Clearly, despite the Church of Gods’ foresight, their strength placed them below the Empire overall.
Night passed.
A new day arrived.
In the following three days.
Thor stayed entirely in Detas City.
Even with an eye-catching red dot nearby, he chose not to act.
Until the fourth day arrived.
The night descended gradually.
Thor began to rally the Knight Order for preparation.
Meanwhile.
City Lord’s Mansion.
As the moonlight was shrouded by shadows.
Three black figures suddenly appeared above the City Lord’s Mansion.
Yet no one noticed them.
"Let’s begin!"
A whispered voice sounded from one of the shadows.
With his words, the other two nodded.
Then a layer of black mist began spreading from beneath their feet, gradually permeating the entire City Lord’s Mansion.
The black fog was invisible, more undetectable as the moonlight was obscured at this moment.
Darkness spread, seemingly making this night increasingly murky.
Inside the City Lord’s Mansion.
A blond middle-aged man was meditating; at this moment, his face was pale, his aura unstable.
As the City Lord of Detas City, he wasn’t weak, possessing Divine Domain level strength, which made him a formidable presence in the Macedonian Kingdom. Yet, a few days ago, he encountered a Middle-tier Divine Domain, and even with all his cards, burning his vital essence, he barely repelled the opponent.
The person was repelled.
But due to the Secret Technique, the injuries he suffered were vast and severe.
Even after days, his wounds hadn’t recovered.
"Puff!"
Suddenly, his face turned even paler, and immediately he spat a mouthful of blood.
"No."
"My domain is nearly collapsing."
"Damn it!"
The blond man’s expression was grim.
Yet amidst his whispers.
Strands of black fog were creeping into his room.
"What is this?"
The blond man instinctively sensed danger, instantly standing up.
Without hesitation, his nearly flickering domain burst forth inside him again.
"Boom!!"
The domain erupted, his figure charged out.
However, as the house shattered and he emerged outside, his originally pale face went wild.
Because now there was no City Lord’s Mansion, no buildings around.
The surroundings had turned into a world shrouded in black mist.
No moonlight could be seen, no existence perceived.
Even his spiritual power couldn’t penetrate it now.
Apparently, someone had engaged him unknowingly, pulling him into their domain.
This indicated that the opponent’s strength wasn’t inferior to his, if not stronger.
Otherwise, even while injured, it would almost be impossible to engage him quietly within a domain.
"Who’s there?"
He spoke with a hushed shout, his face deeply grim.
Yet, all that responded was dead silence.
No sound, no response, only quiet.
Which undeniably provoked more anxiety.
Internally it was like this, externally it was another scene.
Three figures stood high above, gazing down.
Amidst the spreading black fog, shadows began appearing on the ground.
Their number swiftly grew.
