Chapter 373 - : Another Sorcerer’s Garden
Chapter 373: Another Sorcerer’s Garden
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The Krakoks lived right where Water Grasse should exist in the Real World.
Angor and Shadow descended from the mountain and slowly headed to the Krakoks’ habitat. Along the way, Angor only saw ruins and lifeless lands everywhere—bald dirt, tattered grounds. Even the original inland ocean which nurtured countless people in the Real World became black, still water.
“The Krakoks live in this place? Is everything the same outside the barrier?” Angor asked a question.
Shadow nodded slightly and sighed. “Almost, apart from where wizards set up their bases. This is what you usually see in both Midworld and Otherworld. Too much primal mana can kill plants. I guess this is what they call the ‘balance of energy’? Pity… Yet that’s the price you have to pay for going through a plane fusion.”
Shadow looked up again and saw Angor looking into the distance with a frown.
“Are you feeling sorry for the Krakoks?”
Angor nodded. According to Leonrick’s city legend, the Krakoks used to be a group of peaceful and loving creatures. Due to their naivety, they met a terrible outcome when they dealt with humans, which forced them to live in this dead land.
Since the Krakoks survived inside for a thousand years, that law should be harmless to life forms.
Angor shook his head. “No. I can manage.”
“Ah, I forgot. I never saw how you snuck into that room with Magician back there. Which spell did you use? Come on, tell me. I’ll try to get it once I’m back at Floating Mech City.”
Angor didn’t answer. It wasn’t a big issue to tell Shadow about the Infinite Reticence magic array, but he still wished to keep his secret moves from this tricky individual.
“Heh, fine. Since the owner of the garden had already left the southern wizarding region, we can only get inside through the portal on top of it.”
Shadow took out a silk scroll from his backpack.
“This is a vehicle I found by… accident. Don’t get me wrong, it has nothing to do with my personal taste.”
Personal taste?
Angor didn’t understand those words until Shadow spread the silk scroll open and revealed a soft silk cloak that would fit well on any beautiful woman.
Shadow put on the cloak with an embarrassed expression and floated up into the air.
“Shall I give you a lift?”