Chapter 615
Chapter 615 Staff of Divination
The ones who had arrived were a group of spirits.
More specifically, they were a group of powerful spirits that accompanied the Pale Witches.
The reason the Pale Witches were so powerful was due to these fearsome spirits whose souls existed in symbiosis with their own.
Any enemy that sought to fight with a Pale Witch would have to simultaneously deal with two strong opponents whose souls and minds were united. One possessed a physical body and excelled at elementium and curse-type spells, while the other was a full spirit and immune to most physical damage.
When you put the two together, you had a complete Pale Witch!
It was the power of the accompanying spirits and their independent consciousness that made the Pale Witches to view their companions’ accompanying spirits as their comrades themselves. The accompanying spirits would receive the very same treatment and benefits as their host wherever they went.
The ones that walked into the mission hall right now were a group of accompanying spirits.
There were dragons in the elven-ruled Garan. There was no mistake with this information.
It was said that approximately two dozen dragons lived in Garan. Most of them were low-grade green dragons, but there were also a few extremely strong Emerald Dragons in their midst. The Staff of Divination that Alice wanted to get her hands on was an item within Second Grade Green Dragon Ohgu’s collection.
The dragons might be prideful creatures that disliked living with other species, but they still had very close ties with certain individual kinds.
The forest elves were nature creatures. The emerald dragons and the green dragons also favored nature and were dragons that enjoyed living in vast forests. That was why these two species were, naturally, often on good terms across many different planes.
The forest elves had even carved out a large stretch of forest that belonged solely to the emerald and green dragons within the Great Fantasy Forest. Moreover, the elves had specially constructed a tall dragon cliff for the dragons to gain their favor. They had used countless jewels and mountains of gold coins to decorate the palaces of the dragons.
After enjoying so many offerings from the forest elves, the dragons were willing to battle on behalf of the elves conditionally. In fact, some dragons even became remarkably close companions and friends of influential individuals among the forest elves. It strengthened the ties and bonds between the two groups.
Alice, to her distress, realized that she would have to take the forest elves into all of her considerations to deal with the green dragon known as Ohgu. Otherwise, any battle plan that they came up with would be utterly disrupted by the intrusion of the forest elves.
Still, what troubled Greem and Alice the most wasn’t how to fight their battles. Instead, it was their lack of a local native who was familiar with Garan.
Greem’s thoughts fell upon the evildoers staying on Shadow Island.
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Saltfish Tavern.
The day had just turned dark, and already the tavern was filled to the brim.
Greem had just pushed past the two rundown doors of the tavern and taken his first step into the establishment when he frowned at the raucous sounds and voices. What bothered him more was the heat and the smell of cheap, pungent perfume, sweat, and the stench of salted fish having been stored for far too long.
The living environments the Pale Witches provided these foreign followers was not good at all. There were no sturdy, safe, or comfortable rooms. There were no delicious and fragrant meals. There was no warm water to shower with.
They all ate bread made of stale and rotting wheat, drank coarse beer, and the only meat they ate was fish. That was why all outsiders living on Shadow Island reeked of fish.
When they all gathered in the only tavern on Shadow Island, their sweaty smell gathered together and was amplified by the heat. This horrifying smell could probably kill an ordinary person who walked into this place for the first time.
Of course, Greem was no ordinary man!
With his Second Grade elementiumized body, he couldn’t be killed even if he were thrown into the deadliest volcano in this world. Naturally, there was no way he would collapse from this mere stench.
Greem decided just to hold his breath as he scanned the crowd by the door side.
All sorts of vagrants, murderers, and criminals in ragged clothes with unkempt faces gathered here. They were of various races as well: humans, barbarians, dwarves, sethraks, and even half-elves.
The reason Greem was certain that they were half-elves was that he had already ‘seen’ with his spiritual senses the pair of long, slender ears they were hiding under their tattered trilbies.
Greem’s appearance had also clearly attracted the attention of all the guests of the tavern.
They all held the same poses from the moment before, looking at this outsider that didn’t belong to their group with blank faces. No one knew how to respond for a moment.
Greem might have put on a thick cloak over his adept’s robe that hid all the rich threads and magical runes, but his cleanliness and neat appearance still betrayed him. It made him appear blatantly outstanding.
“We intend to go to Garan soon. We need to hire some guides who are familiar with the local geography there. Are there any amongst you who are suitable candidates?” Greem made no attempts to hide his intentions either. He directly stated his requirements.
Tssss!
The sound of people inhaling in surprise instantly echoed in the tavern.