Chapter 147 Don't Answer

"Please! For the love of Sigma, don't joke like that."

The witch hunter was startled, but when he looked sideways, he found that the elf was still an elf, not the old and frail finance minister.

The dwarves came upon hearing the noise and started quarreling with the elves.

Lynch was concentrating on secretly learning cooking skills outside the house and ignored the madness of the younger race.

"Minai!" Teclis called to his apprentice.

The elf who was arguing with the dwarf rushed to assist the archmage. Glenn looked at the sword master's back with a little confusion.

Doesn’t this guy call himself Hotar?

As the wizard finished setting up the magic circle, the hut was lit up with a faint white light, and the magic of order made the witch hunter feel better.

Soon, the aroma outside the house became strong, and the cut snake meat satisfied the travelers.

After dinner, the tired and passionate people fell asleep one by one, and Lynch was alone guarding the hut where the cheers were coming from.

From the outside it is difficult to tell that the lizardman's thoughts are racing.

The slabs have been retrieved, and the legions in the major temple cities should now have been recalled.

I just don't know if Shilan has forgotten the expeditioners.

There have been many such records of legions sent on expeditions losing contact with their homeland, only to eventually fight their way through the siege and trek back to their homeland.

If Shi Lan had not forgotten them, they should have been sent back to the city where they served through the portal instead of running thousands of miles in agony.

Perhaps the Thors had resumed their daily duties, conducting endless patrols around the Temple City, being sent to drive away the large-scale gold diggers who were invading.

Occasionally, a fifth or fourth generation Slann would wake up and lead the Thoros Legion on an overseas expedition, completing their goals silently and returning silently, leaving no trace at all.

But the Slann never realize the problem. They should increase their interference in the younger races instead of hiding in the jungle.

In fact, if no one triggers the dormant ancient saint devices in various places, the cold-blooded species will just stand aside and watch as if it has nothing to do with them.

When an ancient device somewhere is awakened, they will travel thousands of miles to influence and shut it down.

While thinking, the bright scenery outside Lynch's window was suddenly covered by the ocean in the distance.

As if the distance was brought closer by a lens, Lynch saw the storm thousands of miles away.

He had fought on the edge of this massive storm and encountered unexpected foes.

Lynch was carried by some force, passing through the waves that connected the sky and the earth, crossing the thunder that fell like rain, and finally arrived at the center of the storm.

It was a half-sunken sailboat, and the charred remains of the ship could be vaguely seen.

Miraculously, some force maintained the ship, preventing it from being destroyed by the huge waves and allowing it to remain intact even in the face of lightning.

In front of the rudder of the sailboat, on the empty wooden board.

A deep blue, gem-like unidentified object lay there quietly.

It has intricate patterns and the ancient symbol of Zongqi, the water god.

The gems are like the eyes of an unknown creature, reflecting the ups and downs and the storms.

The lightning contained in the gem became stronger and stronger, so much so that electric sparks lingered around the rudder.

The illusion faded, and bright sunlight once again streamed through the window, separating the visions.

Far away outside the window, in the jungle, a huge cave dragon slowly left and finally disappeared into the dense forest.

Lynch didn't know why the oracle came to him. He didn't have any ideas and just wanted to complete his pursuit in peace.

The lizardmen continued in a daze until night fell, and no warm-bloods had woken up yet.

Another group of adventurers passed by the cabin in fear. They seemed to be running away from something and looked back nervously from time to time.

Before they left Lynch's sight, the adventurers' bodies shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. Lynch's sharp eyes saw a mosquito as big as half a person lying behind them.

The mosquitoes drank their fill, and the adventurers fell down in the rainforest almost at the same time.

The drunk giant mosquito flapped its wings hard, but could not fly again.

The mosquito fell to the ground, splashing blood.

Before the lizardmen could marvel at them, another group of adventurers appeared in the north. They also seemed to be avoiding something and rushed to the south as if running for their lives.

Lynch vaguely understood fragments of their mumblings.

"Plague", "Rats", "Wizards", "Dead People", "Greenskins".

It seems that they have encountered many enemies. There is a rat plague everywhere in the rainforest. The daily routine of the Lizardman Patrol is to destroy the ratmen's nests.

Dead bodies and greenskins are also everywhere, but they are easier to find than rats.

What's worse than rats is that the greenskins and the dead are often led by a tough guy, and they even have the strength to fight the Cold-Blooded Legion head-on.

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As for the ratmen, they will only attempt to go to war with the cold-blooded species when they have accumulated enough strength.

Lynch didn't have to wait too long before another group of adventurers fled from the north, also shouting "rats" and "greenskins" in panic.

The lizardmen lazily basked in the moonlight, paying no attention to the fussy hotbloods, nor chasing after them.

These stupid guys will die on their own. The rainforest is best at dealing with disorganized individuals.

After an unknown amount of time, another group of adventurers fled to the south. Strangely, they saw Lynch.

After being startled, the adventurers approached the cabin one after another and tried to communicate politely.

The hot-blooded people had the same smile on their faces, the same pleading in their eyes, and even the tone of their voices was almost the same.

But Lynch couldn't understand their screaming, and the annoyed cold-blooded man raised his scepter, ready to bleed them.

They seemed to be blind to Lynch's hostility and just continued to make their request, while knocking on the door and even approaching the window, trying to touch Lynch's scepter.

Their hands stayed outside the window, as if an invisible resistance was blocking them.

Lynch did not smell any enemy. In fact, in his perception, these hot-blooded people were empty from beginning to end.

Maybe this was Lynch's hallucination, and there was no strange adventurer at all.

Lynch continued to observe the rainforest, trying to find the caster behind the scenes.

Gradually, the six outsiders gained weight, smell, and took shape in Lynch's perception.

This doesn't seem to be the effect of magic, perhaps the cracks left in the rainforest were stimulated.

The ancient jungle is full of forces that distort reality, such as the ghost city of Tarax, where countless warring ghosts emerge every night. The battle between the Tyrannosaurus Rex and the demonic shadows can scare away all witnesses.

To be cautious, Lynch did not go out, did not interact with the six outsiders, and even stayed away from the window.

If he triggers some kind of door and falls into the gap between the Chaos Realm and reality, things will be serious.

By then, Lynch will be fighting in that ghost place where time does not flow, and his final return may not be now.

There is no time in the Chaos Realm, only established facts and changing others. Lynch might even run to an ancient battlefield.

If he really fell into the chaotic demon realm, Lynch would have to consider whether what he would see when he opened his eyes would be the eve of the end of the world or after the end of the world.

The six outsiders kept trying to communicate and used various methods to attract Lynch's attention, but after figuring it out, Lynch lay in the house like watching a show, carefully observing his sleeping teammates.

(End of this chapter)