Chapter 560
Chapter 560 A Powerful Enemy Descends
The sun was shining high up in the sky.
The formerly peaceful market around Fire Cave suddenly turned loud and lively.
A group of adventurers returning from their hunt in the Black Forest had fortunately brought back with them five Featherwing Serpent eggs. A riotous auction broke out in the market and the camp.
Four or five adventurers with bloodstains still on their faces waited happily by the side of the auction platform. Every bid from the crowd around them caused them to cheer softly. The few merchant representatives from various places across Zhentarim were red in the face with all the arguments and hollering. They continued to wave the bidding cards in their hands even as they tugged at their collars to vent the heat.
The host sent by Fire Throne was an apprentice adept. He might only be an advanced apprentice, but he had rich life experience that surpassed his physical age. However, today’s atmosphere was too intense. Even the apprentice adept couldn’t help but be affected by the auction.
Just as he was about to shout and land the gavel for the final time, a shocking scene unfolded before his eyes.
A dark cloud of human forms pressed toward Fire Cave from the distant horizon.
Haines lifted the eggs and sniffed them. He then casually cracked one of the eggs and sucked all the egg white into his mouth.
“The energy aura isn’t too dense, but it tastes fairly fresh. Mm, take this magical crystal and leave. I’ll be keeping these eggs.”
The next second, a single shiny magical crystal fell from the sky and landed before the five adventurers.
Five eggs laid by a First Grade Featherwing Serpent was only worth one magical crystal?
The muscular warrior of the group turned red in frustration. He wanted to step forward to argue, but his teammate quickly dragged him away, picking up the magical crystal as they left and never looked back.
This temporary camp and market that could fit four to five hundred people became a barren land within a matter of moments.
The thirteen vampires beat their wings and slowly landed on the ground. Haines, on the other hand, landed atop a crimson carpet that the other vampires had laid on the ground. A black chair then appeared behind him, and Haines elegantly sat down.
A glass filled with red wine was placed into his right hand the moment he opened it.
Haines elegantly crossed one leg over the other and brought the wine glass before him. He sniffed the fragrance from the crimson liquid and narrowed his eyes, silently waiting for the arrival of the enemy.
No more than a Second Grade adept. He couldn’t possibly be a worthy opponent.
The speed of a Third Grade vampire when flying at their fastest was not something that an ordinary mortal could even imagine. Killing that Second Grade fire adept wouldn’t take more than three seconds. In fact, Haines wondered if the fire adept would see his movements before he died.
Perhaps this would cause the adept to die too quickly, and there would be no pain!
Mm. Then he would just slowly crush him with the slowest of movements, allowing him to experience how death descended upon him fully.
A door of fire slowly opened in a space in front of Fire Cave while the vampires were patiently waiting.
Two adepts of entirely different stature walked out from the door.
“Greem!”
Leicester immediately recognized the adept and couldn’t help but call out his name in resentment. However, he didn’t dare make any movements without the orders of the family head. He could only stare at Greem with his crimson eyes.
The ones that had arrived were naturally the two people in charge of Fire Throne– Greem and Gargamel.
Gargamel raised his wrinkled old face once the door of fire had dispersed and carefully assessed the group of individuals in front of him. Even though Gargamel had already known the identities and purpose of the enemy before he came out, he still felt his heart tremble when faced with such a powerful group of individuals.
If it wasn’t for the mental protection that Fire Throne remotely cast on him, Gargamel might have started trembling from the unsuppressible fear.
On the other hand, Second Grade Greem was faring much better.
A layer of light flame-red light radiated from Greem’s body due to the protection of Fire Throne. While he was within five kilometers of Fire Throne, any enemy that wanted to attack him would first have to break this flame barrier.
That was Greem’s special privilege as the owner of the adept’s tower!
Greem betrayed no fear when faced with these powerful uninvited vampires. Instead, he raised his head and greeted the old face in the sky.
“Long time no see, Adept Fügen! Why don’t you come in for a seat, now that you have come to my tower?”