Chapter 108:

The Ghost of the Lost Hometown A light figure leaped under the evil moon, scaring away the restless shadow.

Lynch is always lucky, or rather, unlucky.

Small crises are suppressed by larger threats, and they are always difficult to unite.

The Sons of Darkness are competitors.

The leaping ghost shadow ended with a sigh.

Under the vigilant gaze of Lynch and Teclis, under the evil moon, the river bank was filled with floating corpses.

A neatly dressed middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and dressed meticulously was sitting on a rock by the river.

He looked quietly toward the west.

After repeated confirmation, Lynch concluded that he was an ordinary hot-blooded person, which was abnormal.

Tigris also came to the conclusion that he was not a threat! The hot-blooded man's face was pale, and Lynch could even hear his weak heartbeat and intermittent breathing.

The vague confrontation was broken by a gentle voice, which was Lin Qi's native language.

"Do you...still remember your hometown?"

There was no response, but that did not stop the dying man from talking to himself.

"It's been a long time... I've been lost for a long time..."

“I remember every lesson that was prepared for the students in the classroom, I remember…”

"There are naughty children in every class, but they are actually very kind... My biggest wish is to always see them smile."

"Some naughty kids go too far. Fortunately... Fortunately... I always find them in time."

"I still remember..."

The weak voice dissipated in the evening breeze, and he was blown away like dust in the cool wind.

The embers turned into smoke, and inside there were rows of buildings, with bright lights just coming on.

Another turn, reflecting the gloomy castle, superstitious people, and mutated children.

Finally, the huge bird wings with blue flames wrapped around the child.

In the blue flames, the shrill tone stretched out by the surging magic power seemed to be stating the truth in a low whisper.

"Thinking too much leads to knowing, knowing too much leads to thirst for thought."

It cast a shadow over the fools, but the humans in the blue flames grabbed their own throats and the demon's neck.

They retreated little by little, moving away from the crowd in confrontation and debate.

The child turned into a teenager, and the demon stretched out more.

They entered the wilderness, the water could not reflect their images, and the eyes of passers-by could not contain their figures.

The boy grew into a young man, and books appeared on the devil's left bird claw.

They crossed the mountains and passed through the forests, encountering greenskins and beastmen along the way.

Nothing could end the debate, and the Demon Book was filled with stories seen along the way.

Being close to the two debaters, everything becomes a story.

As the young man matured, the devil had a pen in his right hand.

It continues the story with a pen, writing down absurd endings at random.

The man turned into an old man. They came to the seaside. The smoke drifted into the river full of dead things with the wind, melting the last ray of the broken picture.

The light of the evil moon dimmed, and the dancing shadow appeared again.

The dancer's moans were fading away, and it seemed that something had appeared that made it afraid.

The dull, incessant whisper reappeared, and it seemed fearless, though less powerful.

"I think I saw another friend, but he was in trouble."

"He needs my help. The God of Change is not a good person."

"Are you listening? We should go to..."

Lynch did not listen to the devil's mumbling. He was mentally sound and would never do anything stupid.

The night always passes, and although the plague has not yet dissipated, the dawn makes the tired Asur excited.

Kotego's light scared away the evil spirits, and the slowly rising sun was like the growing rage of the Ancient One.

Lynch was lost, and he and the wizard went around in a circle and returned to the place where they were at nightfall last night.

Things are getting serious.

Lynch's extraordinary intuition and the wizard's extraordinary magical powers did not detect anything unusual.

As Lynch was solemnly preparing to try the traditional method, a not-so-interesting memory was awakened from the complicated heritage.

There are symbols left by ancient saints in the rainforest. They have been dislocated over the long years and are in an uncontrollable state of excitement.

No one knows what these symbols mean, but they all have astonishing powers.

For example...the accumulation of space, or the closed loop of time.

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Lynch discovered through clues that they had inadvertently entered the maze of the ancient saints.

Fortunately, a few demons accompanied them into the trap.

The pain has been shared.

Lynch doesn't want to stay in the maze until the end. He also wants to unite all races to fight against the chaos army at the end.

Tigris was also not going to waste his youth.

After research and debate, a group of ancient saints came to a conclusion.

This maze is not harmful, it's more like a little joke.

It's a puzzle that involves some astronomy knowledge to solve.

The journey is always full of regrets and surprises. Lynch suspects that he is under Carlos' unspoken curse and always encounters special things.

If I had bitten off its head later, I would have been able to hear all its curses.

Of course, it is more likely that the special attracts the special! The maze lock anchors this space. After trying, Lynch found that once he went beyond the boundary, he would encounter a phenomenon similar to a ghost wall, and then walk back to the original position unknowingly.

Perhaps we just need to wait until nightfall, activate the core of the maze at a specific astrological node, and then we can escape from it.

First, he had to deal with the rat man that had just appeared.

The puzzle solving was left to the great wizard, and Lynch planned to use this time to kill ratmen to pass the time.

…

"Lizard! Here comes the lizard thing!"

The unfortunate fellow who lost his left arm fled underground, spreading terror.

The slave rats scattered in panic, and the clan rats just symbolically shot scattered arrows into the darkness before fleeing...even though Lynch was still digging rat holes in the ground at this time.

The high-ranking ratman sneaked into the vicinity of the warlord's residence. He wanted to tell the warlord the news in order to improve his status.

It was the first to get the news and informed the warlord of this important information. The powerful "fat giant rat" would definitely find a way to solve the problem, just like the countless crises the clan had faced in the past.

There was no strange smell in the cave, and the senior ratman didn't think much about it. The Sfek warlord was always elusive.

There was no sound, which was normal. The warlord was the most cautious ratman and had a good reputation throughout the Skaven Underground Empire.

By preparing in advance through a secret passage that it knew the warlord also knew, it showed panic and obedience.

The high-ranking ratmen rushed into the warlord's deliberately exposed residence, and the screams stopped abruptly before they could even emerge.

Warlords always wait for visitors here, then kill traitors and intimidate obedient slaves.

But now it is not here. The rat man carefully identified the traces and found that the warlord had disappeared since the last time he met him.

It escaped? The Skaven began to plot betrayal, but it was over before it began, ending in a scream that made the ratmen tremble with fear.

(End of this chapter)