Chapter 634: The Shadow from Ancient Times
Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations
“When you stare at the abyss, the abyss is staring right back at you.”
On this continent, the relationship between the humans and other races wasn’t so tense that they waged war against each other all year round. However, this world wasn’t as peaceful as it looked either.
Through the mirror-like lake in the center of the eternal-looking Elf Royal Palace, one could see the entire beautiful Silver Moon Forest.
It was inlaid in the land like a piece of beautiful jade inlaid in a beautiful dress.
However, a few impurities lurked in this jade, and unknown gloomy auras flowed in several areas.
It embodied a huge catastrophe.
Even if the remnant presence had been dispelled little by little, it stuck around on the land stubbornly. It would be a long time before it was completely erased.
In the Royal Palace, several elf elders gathered.
Some of them appeared to be of the same age as Elder Sewell, and some of them looked ancient.
Among them was an extremely old man. With his long white beard touching the ground and his back bent, he still looked hale and high spirited while wearing a spotless snow-white robe.
At this moment, he stood before the Silver Moon Lake and stared at the reflection of the beautiful forest in the lake.
At this moment, he asked, “The Snow Pigeon Team has searched several cities in the Morning Light Empire and didn’t find a single clue… I wonder…”
“Maybe we are too paranoid.” Another elf elder shook his head, looking uncertain.
“I hope so.” The oldest elf looked grim at this moment.
…
Meanwhile in the godly palace, Luther had interrogated all of the captured assassins.
Although he couldn’t find more information about Altair and Ezio, he got some clues about those assassins who had gotten away.
“Perhaps they haven’t left the Morning Light Empire yet,” Luther said in a cold voice, “Find them for me!
“These damn assassins! I’ll let them have a taste of my power!” He roared with a chilly expression, “I’ll let these bugs know that they can’t afford to mess with us!”
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In the human nations, one rarely saw elves, but it wasn’t unusual to see other races in some cities.
Black Iron Castle was such a place. It was a city to the north of Canglan City and was called the Capital of Craftsmen.
It was a human city mostly inhabited by craftsmen and alchemists, but one could also see dwarf workshops here.
Due to the mix of inhabitants, this city was one of the few gathering places for assassins in the nation.
Other unknown things were also lurking in this place.
Yes, unknown things.
After all, even the huge organizations such as the Judgement Godly Palace didn’t dare to claim that they knew everything about the world, let alone others.
Under the gloomy sky stood the tallest steeple in the Black Iron Castle. It was said that this building had sealed an ancient and horrifying monster before the Morning Light Empire was established.
It was a monster from ancient times, and it was heard that it had brought blazing hell to every place it had gone to and burned down most of the places on the continent. It was a horrid disaster.
Of course, many people had just regarded this as a legend or even a rumor since they had heard many other similar tales from bards.
After all, bards loved to gather and tell such tales that were unrealistic.
Since no one had ever seen the things told in the tales, the people here had never blindly believed these stories.
A huge shadow engulfed the castle silently like a dark curtain falling from the sky.
A dark voice roared in an unknown space, “I’ve slumbered for thousands of years… Soon… Very soon, I’ll recover my strength. Then, I’ll turn this nation into hell! I’ll eat all the humans in this place! I’ll show these damn humans the price that they have to pay for angering me!”
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On the other side of the nation, Mr. Fang was leisurely standing in the corridor of the internet café with a mug of Cappuccino in his hand, watching the elves play games.
“Wow…” Mr. Fang sipped the coffee and sighed, enjoying the rich and fragrant milk and coffee spreading on his tongue.
At this moment, the elves had formed a team to play Assassin’s Creed.
“We finally come to this place…”
Before them was the grand Pantheon.
Crowds thronged on the square outside this temple.
“Hey! I saw this scene in the cinematic trailer!” Sala yelled in excitement.
“Right! Right! Right! This is the one… an assassin walked out of the crowd while soldiers and others back away from him!” another elf exclaimed, “It’s so cool!”
“Who? Who is he?” Captain Lance’s face twitched.
“I don’t know; I only know that he’s the one wearing a red robe…”
At this moment, Elder Sewell was playing as Ezio while the others played as unknown assassins in the Brotherhood.
“Come on, Elder, we’ll bring you to do a perfect assassination! I promise you that it will be super cool!” An elf in the Snow Pigeon Team offered.
“How do we assassinate?” As a new player, Elder Sewell was still confused.
“Elder, you walk down other there!” The elf directed. “We’ll get up and set an ambush. Come on! Come on! Come on!”
Captain Lance said, “Here is how it goes. You walk out alone, and the people will back away in fear since they are afraid of you.”
“He’s the Eagle of Florence after all.” Sala obviously understood it. “Just as demonstrated in the trailer, the people will get scared and call for elite soldiers.”
“Then, you give us a signal, and we will shoot arrows from the roof, killing all of them!” The elf captain added. Obviously, he had watched and studied the trailer many times.
“Oh…” Elder Sewell looked at the big group of elite templar knights and the royal guards armed to their teeth around the core position. “I’ll just walk up… they will back away in fear… because I’m Ezio, the Eagle of Florence…”
“That’s it!” Sala said with a nod, “Then, we’ll swarm up after you send us the signal! We’ll land from the sky!”
Having spent lots of time in the internet café, she had obviously picked up some slang.