King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 687 - 687 679 Roving through the Underground Cavern

Chapter 687: Chapter 679: Roving through the Underground Cavern Chapter 687: Chapter 679: Roving through the Underground Cavern “I’d be glad to accompany you.”

“Stop it, both of you.” Michaela had a helpless look, her fiancé and brother hadn’t gotten along since she got engaged, and there’s still no sign of reconciliation. “This is the Undead Dungeon, not a place for you to fight. There are many adventurers here. Do you want to endanger their lives?”

“After we leave, we will find a place to fight,” Muria huffed, “I’ll show you the consequences of meddling in other’s affairs. It’s not your place to interfere.”

“I have to prevent you from affecting Michaela.” Irvicester watched coldly at Muria, the more he knew about Muria, the more he felt something was off. Whether compared with the Titans or the Golden Dragon, he was different. Just by looking at his subordinates, one could tell.

The giants abandoned by the Titans were all gathered by him, while the Five Colored Dragons, which were adversaries of the Metallic Dragon Gate, he now had hundreds of them.”

Nor to discuss that Irvicester found traces of various devils in Xena Pus. Even more absurdly, he had found a monument on Cloud Island named Broken Horn in memory of the Balrog Flame Demon.

All of these demonstrated Muria’s uniqueness, signs of depravity. But other actions of Muria made Irvicester puzzled.

His treatment of human prisoners was unexpectedly merciful. Yes, Irvicester considered Muria working them to the bone as a form of kindness, as the ability to live safely is the greatest gift to mortals.

Especially recently, Muria, sparing no expense, recruited six Great Druids just to cultivate a high-yield crop seed that could grow in icy land, which was of no use to beings of their level, it was purely beneficial for ordinary humans.

He also unified all the Frost Giants in the Depluson Continent to form a parliamentary Frost Giant Kingdom, leaving behind abundant skills and talents for the Frost Giants.

At the same time, a permanent teleportation gate was established. Through it, excellent Frost Giants can enter Xena Pus to learn and progress.

In this regard, Irvicester was quite puzzled. If Muria simply needed the Frost Giants to work for him, unity would have been enough, there was no need to teach them so much knowledge.

However, Muria did it anyway, giving the Frost Giants the possibility of developing a civilization. In Irvicester’s eyes, Muria didn’t have to expend so much resources on the Frost Giants, ignorant Frost Giants would have been easier to control.

To the future frost giants, Muria was like a saint. But to the current frost giants, Muria was a demon. Because he and the legendary frost giants forced all the frost giants to learn languages, construction, design, combat, and other related skills. The frost giants, who were originally growing wildly, were suffering unbearably and venting their grievances upward.

Therefore, with Irvicester’s point of view, it was difficult to judge Muria’s morality. If Muria knew Irvicester’s thoughts, he would definitely mock him. His own viewpoint was simple, if it’s beneficial to him and doesn’t offend his own morals, he would do it. Anything that is harmful or detrimental to him, he would eliminate it. Everything was centered around himself.

Muria does have his own standards. For example, with his strength, it would be easy to steal or rob from others, which could benefit him. However, if he were really to do that, he would be very unhappy because it violated his views. It would keep him restless at night, proving he still had a conscience.

In Muria’s moral view, enslaving the Great Lich to create value for him was the best thing. And those who obstructed him were naturally his enemies.

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“Be careful, has everyone smeared the undead corpse fluid all over their bodies? Don’t let your living aura leak out, if you are sensed, prepare to become undead!”

“We have already smeared ourselves, don’t worry boss, this is not the first time we are doing this.”

“What foolish things to say! Infiltrating the lair of high-ranked undead to gather medicinal herbs is a normal thing if it succeeds a thousand or tens of thousands of times. But with just one mistake, we’re done for.”

The leader of the Undead Herb Collectors glared at his two partners. Sneaking into the lair of high-ranked undead to steal medicinal herbs nurtured by the undead’s Death Qi was a unique variation of the Thief profession in the Obistro Continent.

In fact, some high-ranked undead near the surface were deliberately kept by human powerhouses for their distinctive Aura that cultivated various medicinal herbs needed on the surface. Of course, this was top-level information. These ordinary Undead Herb Collectors didn’t know about it.

“Prepare to … everyone, get down. There’s an emergency.” The Undead Herb Collector who was about to order to depart suddenly noticed a change in the surrounding patrol undead, and quickly ordered his partners to squat down, hugging the stone wall to camouflage as stone.

Then they watched in disbelief as a large number of Skeleton Soldiers and translucent Vengeful Spirits swarmed out of their target, a small Bone Castle formed from a pile of bones. Their target was three youths who appeared as if they were taking a leisurely walk. The strong spirit light emanating from them effortlessly crushed the low-level Skeleton Soldiers that approached them.

“The big figures have come to play,” seeing this scene, the leading herb collector felt anything but delighted. His mood turned gloomy, realizing their hard-earned medicinal garden would soon be destroyed.

The herbs that thrived only in the Death Qi emitted by high-ranking undead would be nowhere to be found for a long time to come. They would either have to find new undead nests or venture deeper underground for similar herbs, which would involve much higher risks.

“Let’s go quickly. These are merely some low-level undead. Let’s find the undead castle you mentioned.”

“What’s the rush?” the young man with black hair and pupils waved his hand nonchalantly, “Our main purpose of coming down is to have fun, and to catch a few great liches incidentally. We are not in a hurry. Don’t you think these undead are quite interesting?”

“Such arrogance. Probably some clueless nobles. And they want to capture a great lich?” The leading herb collector thought with disdain. As herb collectors who always lurked in the Undead Dungeon, what they feared most were liches who enslaved hordes of high-level undead.

“Just some undead. What’s so interesting about them?” Irvicester couldn’t comprehend Muria’s fascination with the undead. He thought they should be purified and that’s it.

“Look at those low-ranking skeleton soldiers, so varied in form. There are close combat types wielding bone swords, defense types with shields, long range attack types capable of archery,” Muria smiled as he continued, “Hey Mikaer, over there, there is even a skeleton mage wielding a magic staff.”

“That’s a skeleton mage transformed from a low-level mage who died here by accident. It has the highest chances of evolving into a lich among all the low-level undead.” Irvicester explained to his sister.

“Powerful beings, leave this place. This is my territory, and you are not welcomed.” Just as Muria was casually chatting with Michaela, a Death Knight blazing with nether fire and riding a skeletal warhorse emerged from the Bone Castle amid a group of undead. An emotional mixture of anger and fear radiated from his soul.

“Your territory?” Muria laughed, “The moment I step foot here, the sovereignty of this place becomes mine.”

Muria pointed with his hand, and a golden thunderbolt burst from his fingertip. The powerful Death Knight and his followers were instantly wiped out by the golden thunderbolt, leaving not even a shred behind.

“Let’s go.” Pulling Michaela along, Muria headed towards a passage that led deeper underground. But before leaving, he gave a deeply meaningful look towards the stone wall where the undead herb collectors were hiding, sending chills down their spines.

“That big figure has detected our presence.” The thoroughly drenched leader of the herb collectors said nervously, “Probably we are too weak to attract his attention.”

“So…so strong. The Gold Rank Death Knight was wiped out with just a single point of his finger. What kind of power is this? Could it be the legendary Soul Intent Level?”

“Whether it’s Gold Rank or Soul Intent Level, it makes no difference to us. I only know that we are going to strike it rich this time. Haven’t you seen that?” One of the herb collectors was blatantly staring at the small castle of the Dark Knight.

“Only a big figure would look down upon what a Gold Rank undead has gathered. Today is our lucky day.” Without waiting for command, the Undead Herb Collectors scrambled towards the castle of the Death Knight.

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“I told you, we won’t find a lich here. This is merely a gathering spot for some high-ranking undead.”

In the midst of the crumbling and shattered castle, Irvicester spoke to a dejected Muria while Michaela closed her eyes as if sensing something.

“I simply came here to take a look.” Muria glanced over the ruins filled with the remains of the undead he had smashed to pieces. The strongest one here was a Soul Intent Level Great Skeleton, whom Muria disassembled barehandedly. Its shiny, translucent, skeletal body luckily became a part of Muria’s collection.

“Stop arguing, both of you.”

“Did you sense something?” Seeing Michaela’s expression, Muria looked at her curiously. He knew that as a born cleansing power-possessing Blazing Angel Wing, she was more sensitive to the undead. If he intended to find a lich now, his only hope was Michaela. There was nothing to expect from Irvicester.

“Yep, a spiritual force filled with the sense of desolation and death. If inexplicable events are ruled out, it should be the lich you wanted to find, right?”

“Where is it?” Muria asked, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Follow me.” A blazing flame column burst from Michaela’s palm, burning a passage through a nearby stone wall. Of course, because the map had become useless at this point, this is how a powerful being carved a path from here on.

“Who’s there?” As Michaela led Muria from the tunnel into a vast underground cavity, a soul storm of astonishment and indignation exploded next to Muria’s ear.