Chapter 531: Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road (a short chapter)

Partridge felt that he was very smart; that was experience.

The experience accumulated from various escapes over thousands of years is his most precious wealth. If he did not have such rich experience in escape, he would not even have waited for Archibald to transfer the sage's inheritance to himself, and would have been killed by other big pirates on the ocean.

In a short period of time, Patridge has planned a fairly perfect route for himself.

First escape to the bearman tribe. Those bearmen have very hot tempers and can explode at any time. When the time comes, as long as you make a little noise, you don't have to worry about those simple-minded and strong-limbed bearmen not coming out.

I still remember that the Bearmen tribe, as the largest tribe of the Orcs, had at least 200,000 Bearmen.

Once the commotion starts, more than 200,000 bear people will be enough to form a natural barrier for him. When the situation becomes chaotic, he can take advantage of the chaos to slip away.

Although the law of rage is powerful, it will also greatly reduce Philomina's intelligence when she is in a rage state. There is a high probability that she will target those bear people. With Philomina's strength, it is naturally no problem for her to kill all those bear people.

But that would definitely take a long time. By the time Philomena had slaughtered all the bearmen, she would have already reached a safe enough place and had perfectly avoided Ron.

After going over it in his mind again, Patrick felt more and more that his plan was so perfect and flawless that he couldn't help but speed up a bit.

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A-choo!

In the eerie fog, Ron sneezed violently.

Maybe it was because it was too cold in the North, but Ron felt like he was catching a cold. The tip of his nose kept itching, or maybe someone was nagging him behind his back.

Rubbing his nose, Ron didn't take the matter to heart.

He glanced around and frowned.

He had been in the contaminated area for some time, but since then, he basically could not feel the passage of time. Everywhere he looked, it was dark. The movement of the sun and the moon had almost no effect in the contaminated area, so Ron himself was not sure how long he had been flying, but he thought it should be at least a day.

The scope of the contaminated area is really too large. Even though Ron has been flying as fast as possible, after such a long time, he still has not reached the location of the evil spirit. The only feeling is that the pollution is becoming more and more concentrated.

Even the gray-black mist in the air became agitated.

I'm afraid that Niafu has already fought with the evil spirit, otherwise it wouldn't have caused such a change. I don't know whether Niafu has successfully rescued Philomena. Thinking of Philomena, Ron couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Fortunately, Ron often dealt with various gods and the like, and even killed the evil god Alexius, and even refined Alexius's corpse into a powerful holy relic. He was often exposed to various pollutions, and his body and soul had developed strong resistance. Now, even if he was trapped in a polluted area, except that his five senses were severely disturbed and the range of his spiritual consciousness was greatly reduced, it did not cause any other discomfort.

Nowadays, the pollution has become so concentrated that it is extremely exaggerated. Flying in the air, Ron felt like he was walking in mud. His body was wet and sticky all over, and it felt terrible. If it were an ordinary practitioner, he would probably not be able to resist the erosion of pollution, his consciousness would have collapsed, and he would have fallen into madness.

As Ron continued to fly, he could gradually feel a faint wave in the air, which made him happy. Although the wave was weak perhaps because of the long distance, it at least proved that he had not misjudged the direction. In any case, this was a good thing. The energy in his body surged and his speed increased a bit.

Just as Ron moved forward a distance, the fluctuations became even stronger.

Suddenly, in the thick shadow ahead, a blurry figure suddenly appeared in front of Ron.

Ron was slightly stunned and stopped instantly.

He did not rush forward rashly, but sensed carefully.

Because of the thick mist, Ron could not see the man's appearance clearly. He could only feel that the other party was extremely powerful. Although the aura on his body was extremely chaotic, it was thick and heavy, and the pressure he released was extremely exaggerated. Judging from his realm alone, he was probably even stronger than himself.

That’s not all. When Ron’s spiritual sense probed into the past, he even felt an inexplicable, strong sense of familiarity and disgust.

This strange feeling immediately made Ron ponder in his heart, is his realm higher than his? Isn't that a demigod?

Ron didn't know how many demigods there were on the Dusk Continent, but he thought there should be some, and there seemed to be only one person he knew who brought him a sense of familiarity and disgust, and that was the Sage Partridge.

Could it be that the figure in front is Patrick?

Is this considered a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road? Ever since the conflict with the Spang Theocracy, Ron thought that Patrich should have escaped. Although he saw traces of a fire at the top of the Dulles Mountains, he casually said, "Don't let this saint Patrich run to the orc territory."

Could it be that what he said casually actually came true? For a moment, Ron felt extremely strange.

However, the person opposite who was suspected to be a saint seemed to have encountered some danger and was rushing towards him at a very fast speed. He seemed to have focused all his attention behind him. Even though Ron had noticed his presence, the other party still did not notice Ron.

An idea suddenly came to Ron's mind, and he quickly disappeared into thin air.

This wasn't a very powerful method, it was just an ordinary invisibility technique. However, with Ron's current strength, it would be difficult for someone at the same level as him, or even at a higher level than him, to detect any abnormalities unless they deliberately investigated.

Not only did he hide his own existence, Ron waved his right hand, and an ancient clock was suspended above his head.

With five fingers spread out, Ron grasped the artifact, the Eye of the Dragon God, in his palm.

The half-dragon transformation was also activated directly, and dense dragon scales began to appear on Ron's body.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Various types of strengthening BUFFs also quickly gathered on the body.

After doing all this, Ron's eyes were fixed on the figure in front of him. The other party's speed was also very fast. In just a short period of time, the distance between the two sides had been shortened by one third.

Originally it was just a vague shadow, like a ghost at first glance, but as the distance got closer, it became clearer and clearer.

At a cursory glance, it seemed to be a man, after all, he did not have the graceful curves of a woman.

When the distance got closer, I could see clearly that it seemed to be an old man.

A few seconds passed, and the other person's outline and face finally appeared in front of Ron. Although he had some speculations in his mind before, when he really saw the face clearly, Ron couldn't help but feel speechless.

The person who came was indeed Patridge.

I went to the Bear People's Tribe specifically for a stroll and then rushed here from there, how could I run into this?

Isn't this a bit too much of a coincidence?

However, it must be said that Patridge's appearance was just right.

In the shadow of the void, the smile on Ron's face became more and more intense. He had to admit that this was indeed a good opportunity to strike a sneak attack.

He was very curious, who could have chased Patridge so badly? Could it be that the evil spirit was chasing Patridge?

But it doesn't matter, it's not important.

Seeing Patrick getting closer and closer, Patrick, who had been focusing all his attention behind him, had no idea that not far in front of him, a guy with no martial ethics had quietly raised the club in his hand!

There was a heavy rainstorm a few days ago, and it has only been two days since it stopped, and a new round of flood warnings has come again. Starting tonight, there have been lightning and thunder. I dare not continue to use the computer, and I don’t know when this round of rainfall will end. This second chapter will be just a small chapter. I dare not continue writing.

(End of this chapter)