Sixth Ring Wizard

Chapter 77 Footsteps

Herag saw through DeepBlue's environmental monitoring that there was nothing behind the door; there was no one there at all.

But the whole house was still shaking violently, and the impact behind the door was getting stronger and stronger.

"There were definitely people in there just now." Herag had just seen from Deep Blue's monitoring that there were indeed two people in the house, a man and a woman.

But at some point, the two people disappeared without Hrag noticing, nor did he find out from Deep Blue's feedback when they disappeared.

"We need to leave first."

After thinking it over, Herag felt that staying any longer was too dangerous, so he turned back and prepared to leave via the mountain path.

despair!despair!despair!

As Herag walked forward, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

He stopped immediately, and the footsteps behind him also stopped.

"Who's there?" Herag turned around and saw that there was nothing behind him. Deep Blue did not sense any living beings.

"Dark Energy Shield!"

"Mana Shield!"

"Ice Shield!"

Herag tapped himself with three shields before he felt a little safer.

After finding nothing unusual, he continued walking forward.

despair!despair!despair!

Footsteps sounded behind him again. Herag could feel that there was indeed someone close behind him. He could even feel the breath of the person behind him blowing into his neck.

But when I looked back, there was still no one there.

Herag's vision filled with 3D models of the surroundings. He carefully examined every place but found no other person.

He quickened his pace and charged straight ahead, the footsteps behind him also becoming faster, as if they were chasing after him.

"wrong!"

Herag suddenly stopped, looking around at the scenery with a furrowed brow.

He looked back and saw the road leading to the foot of the mountain, as well as the narrow canyon at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

Why am I on the mountaintop?

Herag found himself at the top of the mountain, where the houses of the valley town were most densely packed.

The house I just knocked on is located halfway up the mountain, not far from the tavern.

Herag remembered that he was walking down the mountain, but how did he end up on the mountaintop in the blink of an eye?

He stood there for a moment and then continued walking down the mountain. When he passed the house, he found it unusually quiet inside, with nothing banging on the door.

Hrag deliberately took a detour, away from that house.

As I passed the tavern, the lights were still on, and there wasn't a sound inside.

Herag peered inside; the butterbeer mug on the table was still there, in the same spot.

despair!despair!despair!

The footsteps behind him never stopped, and Hrag never figured out where the sound was coming from.

So far, he has not encountered any danger. He wondered if his footsteps were echoing in some way, but the feeling of being followed by someone behind him never disappeared, and he could still feel breaths on the back of his neck from time to time.

"I definitely need to brush up on my necromancy knowledge when I get back. Right now, I have so few options for dealing with this kind of situation."

Herag remained calm, guessing that he had encountered something like an evil spirit.

Necromancy is a vast discipline encompassing various fields of knowledge, and many wizards specialize in it.

The narrow gorge is once again in sight; just a few more steps and we can walk out of the valley town via this mountain path.

but……

"Just as I thought..."

As expected, Herag found himself at the mountaintop again, completely unaware of when the surrounding scenery had changed.

"The position of the stars..." Herag closed his eyes, sensing the position of the stars in the sky.

The positions of the stars had not changed much and were no different from usual, so Hellagur could still clearly sense their presence.

"It seems that the road down the mountain is impassable."

Herag turned and looked into the depths of the town. There were no streetlights, only the lights on in the houses.

But after his recent experience, he didn't dare to knock on doors to find locals again.

He walked forward, intending to check the situation elsewhere, when footsteps immediately sounded behind him.

"garden?"

Herag discovered a three-story house with lights on inside, and he could hear conversations and the sound of a violin being played.

There was a garden on the first floor of the house, and from a distance, the plants in the garden looked somewhat familiar to Hrag.

He slowed his pace and crept forward, but the footsteps behind him were still very loud.

There were many sunflower-like plants in the garden, but at this moment the flower heads were drooping and facing away from the street, so Hrag couldn't see the details.

He moved closer again, and this time he was finally able to see the situation in the garden clearly through the deep blue light.

"Are all of these devil flowers?"

Herag was shocked. This garden was full of demon flowers, the main ingredient in the potion of dawn. He had just dealt with this troublesome potion ingredient not long ago.

The footsteps behind him startled the demon flowers, causing them to raise their heads and reveal the faces of women, each different but all alluring.

Upon seeing Herag, these demon flowers all revealed alluring smiles, their flower heads and stems swaying slowly, like a woman's waist.

Herag was encased in a dark energy shield, making him immune to the allure of these demonic flowers.

Without saying a word, he took out a herb shovel from his spatial ring, flipped over and entered the garden, and started digging.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

As soon as Herag shoveled down, the demon flower in front of him began to scream.

But the cries were very strange; they weren't screams of agony, but rather the kind of cries that come during sex. The facial expressions of the people in the flowerpot also became strange.

Herag dug out the soil beneath the demon flower, then grabbed the stem and slowly pulled it out.

When he grasped the roots, the devil flowers trembled violently and cried out louder and louder, as if the roots were very sensitive to them.

A moment later, the demon flower twitched, then its long stems went limp and it collapsed onto Hrag, its expression...

Herag glanced at it, frowned, and with a hint of disgust, peeled the demon flower off his body, then put the entire demon flower into his spatial ring.

After digging up one plant, he immediately started digging up the second one.

The Demon Flower is a good thing; it can be sold for a lot of magic stones.

Without thinking twice, Herag prepared to dig up all the devil flowers in the garden.

Then, a chorus of cries began to rise and fall.

When Helag had dug up halfway through, having dug up a total of sixteen plants, there was a commotion inside the house.

He turned his head and saw that the window next to him had been opened at some point, and a woman was staring straight at him from the window.

To be precise, it was a woman's head staring at him with wide eyes.

(End of this chapter)