Chapter 111: Got You
Brat and Finn had never seen a green dragon, but they could tell something from the kobolds’ reaction.
“This is… a dragon tail?” Brat said in surprise and doubt.
Giant Tail didn’t speak, slowly stepping forward, his palm gently touching the dragon scale, rubbing it back and forth, his mouth opening wider and wider, drool flowing out without him noticing.
Finn gave him a strange glance, stepped forward and tapped the dragon scale with the sword hilt, making a clanging sound: “Can it be eaten?”
“All you think about is eating.” Brat reached out to pull him away, “Don’t knock it damaged, hurry and get the utensils, dragon blood is very valuable.”
Even though the dragon tail had been soaking in water for half a day, the cross-section no longer had blood, but the latter half of the tail had no wound, so cutting it open should still yield some blood.
Giant Tail still couldn’t understand Faerun Common Tongue very well, but he heard the word “eat” and quickly waved his hands: “Can’t eat it, green dragon meat can’t be eaten directly.”
Brat understood, nodded, raised both palms, and made a chopping gesture toward Giant Tail: “I know, how do we handle it?”
Finn turned his head and saw, his eyebrows shooting up like wild grass: “Chop it into filling?”
Brat’s mouth twitched, he sighed heavily: “Wait for the captain.”
Can’t take them along, really can’t, he urgently needed some helpers who could understand people, otherwise this job was too mentally exhausting.
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The flying carpet sped through the air hundreds of meters high.
The scenery and crowds below slowly receded, a faint unknown fragrance lingered at the nose, the wind howled in the ears, tousling hair to fly wildly.
At this moment, Anse felt infinitely free, couldn’t help wanting to jump down and fly himself.
He turned his head to look at Illyas, her face was as usual, big eyes narrowed, corners slightly upturned, gaze vacant, not knowing what she was thinking.
“Stol… what is he to you?” He could sense her sorrow, yet it wasn’t the despair of losing family.
Illyas turned her head, using her hand to hold the hood to prevent it from being blown off by the gale: “Looks like you don’t go out much, Stol is Dulag’s guardian deity.”
“Dulag’s Tower?” Anse was somewhat doubtful.
He had heard the name, said to be built by a dwarf warrior named Dulag, the tower body made of volcanic stone, the main structure standing atop a volcanic rock pillar, with multiple layers of magic labyrinths and treasuries hidden underground.
In the game it was an important dungeon, in reality it should have long been abandoned, the original owner indeed hadn’t heard of it.
“That’s ancient history, now Dulag is a small town.” Illyas turned her head, her gaze roaming back and forth on Anse’s face, “I still don’t know your name.”
“I’m Anse, from Baldur’s Gate.” Anse knew the disguise effect on him had faded, but he didn’t recast it, no need to go to Beregost anyway, why waste mana.
“Baldur’s Gate, I heard it’s been occupied by underground creatures?” Illyas’s voice was very soft, mixed in the gale, intermittent.
“Yes, underground creatures from Abel.” Anse emphasized.
One sentence choked him with two gulps of cold wind, he felt speaking while flying was really a bit stupid.
Illyas saw this, blinked, turned her head away, and said no more.
Dulag’s Tower was much farther than Beregost, from Claw Bay, conservatively estimated at one hundred fifty kilometers.
Good thing straight-line flight ignored terrain, speed constant, but in terms of travel speed, faster than Nolnos.
After flying continuously for over two hours, the flying carpet passed patches of farmland and wasteland, and at the limit of sight appeared a lush forest.
Anse had seen the map beforehand and knew that was Toothed Forest.
Said to originally be named Glimmerwood, named for the elven era’s fluorescent mushrooms and clear streams.
But with the influx of trolls, werewolves and such creatures, and the ancient lich Vihral’s curse, the forest gradually became a dangerous place, called Toothed Forest by people.
The forest harbored numerous creature groups, werewolves, goblins, beasts, dragons, undead creatures… extremely dangerous.
However, these were relatively ancient records and legends, Anse didn’t know the current situation.
He sat facing backward, gazing at the receding wilderness and towns, involuntarily thinking of Salian and others, wondering if they had reached Beregost.
‘Salian is experienced, his judgments rarely wrong, should be fine.’ He shook his head, no longer thinking about those irrelevant things.
At this time the flying carpet suddenly descended, almost skimming the forest canopy.
“This makes it easy to be attacked.” Anse reminded.
“Toothed Forest has wyverns, flying too high might be seen as provocation.” Illyas explained casually, her expression somewhat tense.
“Large group?”
“Even one is hard to deal with.”
Anse’s gaze flickered, as if understanding something, “Wyverns aren’t a threat to you, right?”
“Hm?” Illyas turned her head, looking at him suspiciously, “You’ve heard of me?”
“No, your appearance and demeanor tell me you’re very strong.” Anse spouted nonsense with a straight face.
Illyas rolled her eyes at him, focused on controlling the flying carpet: “That was before.”
“Oh~” Anse straightened his back, suddenly no longer tense, turns out she was all show.
High class level of 16, but due to magic net disruption, no matching spellcasting ability.
If even wyverns felt tricky, it meant Illyas’s combat power wasn’t much stronger than his.
Her biggest reliance was probably the magic carpet, if riding alone, wyverns indeed couldn’t catch up.
‘No wonder she’s willing to offer such a precious magic telescope as remuneration.’ Anse chuckled inwardly.
He had just used dice to detect it, this telescope was called Far Sight, uncommon quality, could see over fifty kilometers by day, nearly ten at night, and passive observation, unlikely to alert targets, super useful.
If it were him, he absolutely wouldn’t offer such a thing as remuneration.
After thinking for a moment, he pulled out the elemental orb from his bosom, tossed it casually, the orb danced lightly around him, leaving trails of four-colored rainbow light in the air.
Illyas glanced sideways slightly: “Don’t be nervous, this is Toothed Forest Edge, merchant caravans pass frequently, not much danger.”
Anse acknowledged, he wasn’t afraid of wyverns and beasts, but rather a bit afraid of Illyas.
Wild sorcerers could trigger unshaped wild magic surges with every spellcast, many magic effects impossible to guard against, like turning into a potted plant, summoning monsters, teleporting to the Astral Plane, or even centering a fireball on oneself.
High-level wild sorcerers could tame chaotic surges, low-level or unable to leverage class features relied on luck.
Especially now with magic net disruption, primal mana even more uncontrollable.
Can’t not be afraid!
While lost in wild thoughts, a black shadow suddenly burst from the treetops.
Anse startled, not yet seeing the target clearly, instinctively fired a ray of frost.
“
A short draconic utterance flashed, the target’s body stiffened, turned into an ice block, and plunged into the dense canopy.
It was an ordinary jay, just a bit large, with an insect in its beak.
“Uh, caution is my motto.” Anse pretended nothing happened.
“Shot… very accurately!” Illyas enunciated heavily, eyes carrying some astonishment.
From appearance to death, the jay took less than a second. Anse raised hand to shoot, shot to hit, and with the hardest-to-control ray spell, few spellcasters could do it.
Details show the foundation!
From cantrip mastery, one could judge if a spellcaster was weak or strong, even at same level, the gap could be greater than between human and dog.
After the farce, Anse no longer got distracted.
Illyas’s judgment was right, no more dangers occurred along the way.
In the afternoon, the flying carpet neared the forest edge, a small city not far from the forest came into view.
Accompanying it were billowing smoke and cries of battle.
“Something seems to have happened.”
Anse turned to look at Illyas, but saw her expression icy cold, eyes surging with fury.
“Amn’s scum!”
Words just finished, muffled booms came from the forest below.
Three large nets gleaming with metal sheen covered from different angles, spreading wider, speed extremely fast.
Illyas hurriedly pulled up altitude, but the flying carpet needed commands, reaction slightly slow, metal nets blanketed the sky, edges adhering and tangling, blocking all escape angles.
“Got you, haha—”
On the woodland below, treetops and branches, indistinct shadow figures revealed themselves one by one.
