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Chapter 187 The Magic Nose

"Huh! It really is heading towards the gray dwarf-controlled area. This is troublesome."

"Hurry, we should make it in time."

Seconds later, three high-ranking spider women rode large black-toothed wolf spiders, followed closely by a squad of demonic spider knights, and sped off aggressively toward the western path!

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Grey Fern Town is a small town controlled by the Grey Dwarves and is the closest town to the Blind Merman tribe. Fingart has been there more than ten times, which is one of the reasons why Richard brought Fingart along.

Of course, most importantly, Richard is almost certain that if Fingart had stayed, he would most likely have died at the hands of the ruthless night elves.

So, after Richard told Fingart the situation, he let him choose for himself.

Clearly, for Fingart, there were only two choices: either stay and continue being the blind merman prophet but with the high risk of death, or give up his identity as the blind merman prophet and go with Richard to the gray dwarf-controlled area to start from scratch.

This choice isn't difficult; after all, survival is the top priority!

To be honest, Fingart still harbored some suspicions about Richard's cautiousness.

In fact, even Stephanie had some doubts and felt that her master seemed to be making a mountain out of a molehill.

Along the way, Richard clearly understood the expressions on their faces. He smiled faintly to himself and said nothing. Instead, he held the black box with light green patterns and worked hard to decipher it.

The black box had already had some of its protective and key array damaged due to Dolores's powerful self-destruction.

Therefore, after several days of intermittent attacks using the lowest intensity of mental shocks, Richard should be able to open the box soon.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, there was a "click!" sound.

Like a heavenly melody, it rang in Richard's ears.

"Master, it's a success!" Stephania said with a delighted expression, also curious about what was inside.

Richard immediately stopped and slowly opened the box.

Suddenly, a vast, ancient, and immense aura burst forth from the box!

Richard and Stephena were alright, but Fingart, standing to the side, instantly felt a natural pressure from his bloodline, trembling all over and almost kneeling on the ground.

The three looked closely and saw a teardrop-shaped, dark red crystal flickering slightly in the center of the box, as if it were alive.

"Hiss! Master, this must be the essence of a high-level creature. This aura is terrifying!" Fingart said, wiping the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

The fact that a single drop of blood could exert such a strong suppressive effect on him demonstrates the nobility and power of the other party's bloodline.

Stephena also clearly felt the pressure, but it was much better than for Fingart.

She said with a similarly solemn expression, "Master, for a creature to be able to suppress the bloodline of a high-level spider woman, it must be a creature of an even higher level. However, such top-level creatures are extremely rare in the Dark Region. Moreover, judging from its aura, I seem to sense the aura of a dragon."

Richard nodded. If a single drop of blood essence could possess such power, one could imagine how terrifying this creature must be—probably even more terrifying than a level two Grand Wizard.

"Are you sure it's a dragon? And not some kind of dragon or hybrid dragon bloodline?" Richard asked after thinking for a moment.

"It's definitely not the essence of a wyvern or something like that. If it were just a wyvern, it wouldn't have this much oppressive feeling. And I seem to smell sulfur and flames. I guess this should be the essence of a fire dragon or even a black dragon," Stephania said after thinking for a moment.

After listening to what Stephena said, Richard nodded, although he couldn't figure out for a moment where Dolores had gotten that drop of blood essence.

But clearly, this item is quite important to the night elves. So, while it was not so easy to say before, Richard is now almost certain that the night elves will definitely follow their trail.

Moreover, this speed should be very fast.

Richard pondered for a moment, then asked, "Fingart, where is the other isolation box I asked you to bring?"

"Master, I'm here!"

Upon receiving the Box of Isolation, Richard did not reach for it with his hands. Instead, he skillfully used the level-zero sorcery Shadow Grip to shrink the large hand formed from dark elements to a normal-sized palm and placed the dragon blood, which was radiating a surging aura, into the Box of Isolation.

As the isolation box closed, the aura vanished instantly, allowing Fingart to straighten up and breathe a sigh of relief. The bloodline suppression he had just experienced had been extremely uncomfortable.

Although the two were curious as to why Richard had changed the box to hold the dragon's blood, Richard, as the owner, did not explain, and the two did not feel comfortable asking him directly.

"Let's keep going!" Richard said in a deep voice.

However, Stephena and Fingart are now starting to trust Richard's judgment.

Because in addition to a magical artifact, an unexpected drop of dragon blood had also fallen into the hands of its master, the night elves would certainly not let this go easily.

The rarity and value of dragon blood are self-evident.

The three of them sped westward along a narrow path, only a few people wide, through the gray fern field.

Even the weakest of the three, Fingart, was at the level of a third-level wizard apprentice, so he moved very fast, not much slower than an ordinary horse.

At this moment, Richard, who was moving forward at high speed, was focused on thinking about a problem.

Although we haven't seen any Night Elves yet, there's an old saying: "He who does not plan for the future will have trouble in the present."

So Richard was thinking, if he were on the side of the Night Elf, and after arriving at the Blind Murloc camp, he found that the target had already left, what methods would he use to continue tracking him?

The most likely method would be to locate the target directly through the Black Mirror or the Blood of the Dragon.

However, Richard was confident in the isolation box he had created. The box was made of a material mixed with a large amount of lead, which gave it a strong insulating ability. In addition, he had engraved several shielding magic arrays on the surface and inside of the box.

Therefore, the possibility that the other party directly targets Black Mirror and Dragon Blood is extremely low.

From his perspective, the other party only has two relatively likely methods left: one is bloodline tracking, tracking the aura of the Spider Woman bloodline on Stephana, and the other is tracking Fingart's aura.

As for the possibility of using prophetic magic for tracking, it is unlikely. Generally speaking, prophetic magic can only determine the general location. For specific searches, magic like the Spirit Nose Technique is much more practical.

Having thought this through, Richard had basically made up his mind.

After the three continued westward for about an hour, they spotted a trading caravan also heading to Greyfern Town in the distance.

Richard, with his sharp eyesight, could clearly see from afar that the winding trade caravan was flanked by green lobster-men wielding various weapons. They had long whiskers, hard shells, and looked quite fierce.

The three lizards, each over ten meters long, were carrying the cargo.

Judging from the scent of these lizards, although their size is similar to the Iron-faced Lizard and Petrified Lizard that Richard had killed before.

However, their appearances are quite different, especially the single horn on their foreheads, which makes this lizard look somewhat like a hybrid monster of a rhinoceros and a Komodo dragon that Richard had seen in his previous life.

"It seems to be a trade caravan from the Green-Shelled Lobster People tribe." Upon closer inspection, Fingart recognized their origins.

Richard nodded. He knew about the Green-Shelled Lobster People. Starting from the Blind Fishman tribe's camp, and heading west along the Darkwater Lake for dozens of miles, was the Green-Shelled Lobster People's camp.

In terms of strength, the Green-Shelled Lobster People are slightly stronger than the Blind Fishman Tribe, but they are roughly equal.

"That should be a unicorn lizard, right?" Stephania asked curiously, looking at the lizard carrying a load as heavy as a small mountain. She remembered seeing a few of them in the blind fishman tribe.

"That's right, it is indeed a unicorn lizard. This lizard has a strong load-bearing capacity, thick scales, and is quite tough. It is also omnivorous and easy to raise."

Richard smiled and said, "I have an idea that I can test. Given the speed of the night elves, they should be able to track us here within a few hours."

"Fingart, take a fish scale from your body and give it to me."

"Yes, Master!"

Fingart immediately plucked a fish scale from his body. Although the fish scales on many parts of his body had degenerated, and the scales on some parts had become extremely fine, there were still a few large pieces of fish scales on his chest.

He then took a piece of light green, shiny fish scale, about the size of a baby's palm, from his chest and handed it to Richard.

Then, Richard had Stephena pull out a single strand of hair from her head.

Under their astonished gazes, Richard donned the low-grade magical concealing cloak, instantly enveloping Stephanie and Fingart within it. In an instant, the three vanished from their spot, without revealing even a trace of their presence.

As a low-level magical artifact, the cloak of concealment has only one effect: concealment.

Not only can it conceal the figure and aura of the user and all teammates within a five-meter radius, but it can also cover a significant portion of the energy fluctuations caused by witchcraft, making it an excellent tool for sneak attacks and ambushes.

Richard led the two men to quickly catch up with the Green-Shelled Lobster Man's trade caravan, and under their watchful eyes, he stuffed Fingart's fish scales into the cargo carried by the first unicorn lizard.

And then he placed a strand of Stephena's hair in the cargo of the second unicorn lizard.

Finally, Richard placed the black box with pale green patterns on its surface, which was originally used to hold the dragon's blood, into the third unicorn lizard.

Stephena and Fingert exchanged a puzzled look.

Next, Richard, with two men under the cover of cloaks, drove parallel to the convoy through the nearby bushes.

Although the low-level magical artifact, the Cloak of Concealment, requires a continuous input of mental energy to activate, a level three wizard apprentice can use it for two or three hours continuously. For Richard, who has already been promoted to a formal wizard, even using it for half a day would not be too much of a burden.

After waiting for a long time without any movement from behind the path, Stephana and Fingart couldn't help but chuckle to themselves. It seemed that their master had miscalculated this time; the night elves hadn't come after them, or rather, they hadn't caught up with them so quickly.

The master is far too suspicious!

However, to their surprise, about an hour later, a cloud of dust suddenly rose from behind the path, and at the same time, a slight tremor came from the ground.

A few seconds later, three spider women riding large black-toothed wolf spiders appeared before us, and behind them was a team of quite elite spider knights!

"Hiss! Three Spider Women!" Fingart exclaimed inwardly!

Stephanie looked at Richard with her beautiful, watery eyes, deeply admiring his judgment.

The three of them immediately remained still, observing the situation from the concealment of their low-level magical artifact cloaks.

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The green-shelled lobster trade caravan ahead of the path had clearly also noticed the menacing group rushing towards them from behind.

The path was so narrow, and the other party was rushing at such a fast speed that there was absolutely no way to avoid it.

Even a fool would know that the other party came with ill intentions.

"(Lobster language) Prepare for battle!" shouted an elderly lobster-man with a white goatee.

Within seconds, more than twenty green-shelled lobster-men surrounded the three-headed unicorn lizards, forming an oval-shaped defensive formation.

However, when the enemy got closer, the lobster-man elder's expression changed drastically!

He blurted out, "A high-ranking spider woman!!"

When the three beautiful spider women rode large black-toothed wolf spiders to the front of the lobster people's group, the high-ranking spider women's imposing aura terrified the lobster people, causing many to change color drastically and even prostrate themselves on the ground.

Clearly, the three spider women were disdainful of the lobster-man trade caravan's panic. However, after examining them carefully, they revealed rather puzzled expressions.

The dozen or so Spider Knights behind them then surrounded the twenty or so Green-Shelled Lobster Men. This action made the Lobster Men elder turn pale, and he thought to himself, "Are they trying to annihilate us?"

The lobster-man elder immediately stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said respectfully, "Your Highness, Spider Lady, what is it that you require our humble servants to do?"

The other party's respectful attitude clearly eased the expressions of the three spider women. Immediately, all three jumped off the large black-toothed wolf spider and stepped forward.

The high-ranking spider woman named Grace said, "You are the Green-Shelled Lobster People tribe, aren't you? According to the Matriarch's orders, we are hunting down fugitives and need to search your convoy."

"A fugitive?" The lobster-man elder was taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovered and said, "Of course, Your Highness the Spider Woman, please search freely. We absolutely do not harbor any fugitives!"

The other spider woman, Fritty, looked sharply at the lobster-man elder and said, "Hmph, you know better than I do the consequences of harboring fugitives, and whether or not you have harbored any is not up to you."

"Yes! Yes!" the lobster-man elder replied hesitantly.

With a swift gesture and a short incantation, Flitwick sniffed the air, pointed to the mountain of cargo on the back of the second unicorn lizard, and said, "Unload it!"

Immediately, the lobster-man elder turned and shouted, "Unload all the goods so that Your Highnesses can search them."

However, at this moment, the Spider Woman, Irene, who had been silent all along, spoke up:

"With such a proud personality, it's impossible for Shadra to hide among the stinking goods of the Lobster People."

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In the grass about 70 or 80 meters away.

Beneath the cloak.

"A second unicorn lizard. It seems it's been chasing Fingart all the way here," Richard thought to himself.

"That's true. Fingart has lived in the tribe for so many years, it's very easy to find a certain tissue in his body, making it very convenient to track him down."

"However, it cannot be ruled out that the other party has the ability to track Stephena's Spider Woman bloodline."

Stephena and Fingert now clearly understood Richard's previous intentions.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes. They hadn't expected that, just as their master Richard had said, the night elves would soon send people to catch up.

Moreover, they didn't expect the other side to be so generous, sending three high-level spider women all at once. If they had been caught up with them when they were completely unprepared before.

Apart from their master, the two of them are likely to perish here.

Fortunately, the master had the foresight!

The two men couldn't help but feel a surge of heartfelt admiration and respect for their master, Richard, who was silently deep in thought.

Especially Fingart, whose legs went weak at this moment, because the three spider women had been following him.

If he chooses to stay and continue being the prophet in the tribe, he will most likely die a terrible death!

At this moment, Fingart was filled with utter admiration for his master, Richard.

Originally, he only admired his master's strength and rapid progress, or his mastery of potions and ability to concoct various highly difficult potions. But this time, he admired Richard's ability to foresee his enemies from the bottom of his heart.

Because in this world, there are definitely many powerful people, but there are very few like you, Master, who can accurately predict the enemy's thoughts at such a young age.

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After a thorough search by a group of spider knights, they found nothing; not even a shadow, let alone a person!

Fritty took to the field herself, her nostrils flaring slightly like a hunting dog, which surprised the green-shelled lobster warriors around her, who wondered why the noble spider woman would do such a thing.

Like a dog, no, it's an indecent act.

Finally, Fritty found a fish scale the size of a baby's fist between the two items.

After confirming repeatedly, Fritty was certain that this was the source of the smell!

"Damn it, it's just a fish scale!" Flitty said, her face turning pale with anger.

"Sister Grace, we've both been tricked!"

This caused Grace, the highest-ranking of the three high-ranking spider women, to blush deeply, her beautiful face turning bright red with shame and indignation.

After all, it was she who suggested tracking down the merman prophet named Fingart.

She had previously been quite confident that the other party had overlooked one thing, namely the flaw in the murloc prophet named Fingart. But now it seems that this was not a flaw at all, but a deliberate misleading statement left by the other party.

The three of them excitedly chased after it.

It now seems that the other party had anticipated this.

Barely suppressing the urge to vomit blood, Grace's mind raced. For the sake of the Black Dragon's Blood and the Nightmare Mirror, the three of them had to find each other and complete the Mistress's mission.

Otherwise, what awaits the three of them is...

Grace shuddered, as if she had imagined some terrifying scene.

"Sister Grace, what should we do now?"

"By the way, these lowly servants actually dared to secretly trade with the Grey Dwarves. Sister Grace, let me kill them all, shall I?" The spider woman named Fritty stuck out her pink tongue and licked her luscious red lips.

Clearly, Fritty wanted to take her anger out on the Lobster Man.

"Friday, never mind, this kind of thing is common in the borderlands, and the Green-Shelled Lobsters also contributed a lot when they accompanied us into the surface," Grace said slowly.

"Hmph! They're lucky!"

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Meanwhile, Richard was pondering something. He was only less than 50% certain that the Night Elves might send someone over.

After all, the three major necromancer academies are currently putting considerable pressure on the night elves, so the fact that they sent out three high-level spider women at this time is quite intriguing.

It seems that the mirror or the drop of dragon blood holds extraordinary significance for the night elves.

It seems I can change my plans.

(End of this chapter)