Sailing and Conquest

I'll tell you all, this land is round and we can sail forward without looking back, never worrying about losing our way home—wealth and homestead lie straight ahead.

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Chapter 84 Two Jars of Fine Wine

While maintaining the connection between the bone tower and the container, Blackham tried his best to manipulate the power of the earth to contain the increasingly distant Phoenix Eye. Distracted, the life force flowing from the bone tower slowed down.

An urgent roar came from within the container, finally allowing him to focus on maintaining the connection between the bone tower and the container, ceasing his attack on the person. "Despicable human, let your men chase after her. She's already severely injured and not far from death."

Danfeng coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground. His heavy sword's self-destruction hadn't blocked all the earth's power; her internal organs had ruptured. Ignoring the burning pain in her chest, she gritted her teeth, got up, and stumbled out.

With gritted teeth, Danfeng charged towards the orc warriors flanking her. The orc generals and elite soldiers she usually dealt with effortlessly were now constantly thwarted. Facing several orc overlords, she had to trade wounds for wounds in order to quickly kill them and escape.

Her armor was torn to shreds, and she held a battle axe of unknown origin in her hand. The vital energy within her chest was beginning to surge erratically, a sign that her injuries were about to collapse, and she had lost control of her vital energy.

Danfengyan took out a bottle of medicine and drank it, allowing his chaotic energy to fall asleep again. Relying solely on his own strength, he fought. Batch after batch of orc warriors fell, only to be surrounded by another. He had already seen the last city wall, but the battle axe in his hand was too weak to lift, and the scene before his eyes began to blur.

The orcs seemed endless. With her phoenix eyes, she placed her battle axe against her slender neck; she had to end her life before losing consciousness, lest she fall into the hands of the orcs.

A long, slender hand gripped her blood-soaked hand, sending her shivering. She was about to forcefully circulate her qi in her dantian when she heard a soft sigh…

"You still owe me two jars of good wine! How can you die!" Danfengyan turned her head with difficulty and saw a pair of eyes as black as obsidian. She relaxed and fainted.