CHAPTER 77: THE FALLEN ONES

Seeing a very scruffy drunkard reeking of alcohol suddenly appear before him, Master Wrathwind’s brow furrowed. He instantly thought of the Fallen Ones. "Just tell me what your purpose is for pulling me into this world."

The drunk chuckled and said, "Master Wrathwind, legendary druid, also known as the world’s strongest druid. I never expected we’d meet under such circumstances!"

"Who exactly are you?!" Wrathwind snorted coldly.

"Please don’t talk to me with resentment, though my methods are indeed somewhat crude." The drunk fell silent for a moment. "How about we change the environment? Perhaps you’ll be more comfortable."

The surrounding environment changed once again. The scene of the Elven capital actually switched to Wrathwind’s hiding place. Looking at the familiar scenery, Wrathwind’s brow furrowed tightly, and his heart was in turmoil. Before his recent exposure, very few people knew about his hiding place. "What’s the meaning of this?"

"I think I restored it pretty well, right? Though I’ve had quite a bit to drink, my brain should still be fairly clear." The drunkard said this while showing an exaggerated expression.

"What exactly do you mean?" The anger on Wrathwind’s face grew more intense. He was already an oddball among elves, with a personality different from most elves—more like a dwarf’s personality: stubborn and quick-tempered.

"Huh? Is it really different from your hiding place? Why haven’t you calmed down yet? This is clearly the perfect world of depravity I created using the Mirror of Depravity. You should be deeply immersed in it..." The drunkard kept rambling on and on, just like someone who’d had too much to drink. After who knows how long, he finally touched his forehead. "Oh, right! I appeared directly in front of you. Really sorry about that. Had a bit too much to drink, my head’s not quite clear. Got the sequence wrong."

Wrathwind’s chest kept heaving up and down—he seemed to have reached the peak of anger. Seeing this, the drunkard’s expression remained the same. "Master Wrathwind, let me just get straight to business with you. I mean no harm. I came just to tell you, respected legendary druid, world’s number one druid, we have no conflict with you whatsoever. Don’t interfere with our plans. Even you cannot resist the coverage of the Mirror of Depravity. Go back! Bishop Rachena Erera asked me to send her regards. If the plan goes smoothly, perhaps in a hundred or two hundred years, she’ll invite you to enjoy Moon Shadow Spirit Spring again."

When he said the word "bishop," the drunkard’s expression was clearly a bit odd. But Wrathwind didn’t focus his attention on that because Moon Shadow Spirit Spring really was his old friend Rachena’s masterpiece. Production was extremely limited—only a few people had ever enjoyed it, and its fame had never even spread.

The moment Wrathwind heard this term, his gaze immediately sharpened.

That person was actually still alive.

But she was human. Could humans really live this many years?

Someone of her caliber had actually fallen and become one of the Fallen Ones.

As a former old friend, he was very clear about her abilities...

"What exactly are you Fallen Ones trying to do?" Wrathwind took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as much as possible. He felt he should be able to get a lot of information from the drunkard’s mouth.

"We’re saving the world." The drunkard let out bursts of strange laughter. "Master Wrathwind, this isn’t something you can know about. The God of Nature doesn’t want you elves to know. Go back. Don’t get involved in this matter anymore. After all these years, we’ve finally seen hope for the first time. We absolutely won’t allow it to be destroyed."

Though he didn’t know whether it was because of Rachena or because of his abilities as a legendary druid, at least there was no desire for battle. Wrathwind gradually calmed his anger. "Your Fallen Ones’ illusions seem much stronger than the God of Wine’s illusions back in the day?"

"Of course. We’ve been working hard to improve all these years, trying to create a real illusion... Alright, Master Wrathwind, the matter in the City of Gold really isn’t something you can interfere with. Go back. Don’t become the first elven legendary to be killed by the Mirror of Depravity."

Suddenly, a breeze drifted by. Master Wrathwind shuddered and immediately woke up. Looking around, everything was exactly the same as before.

Looking at the time, barely three minutes had passed.

So much had happened in just three minutes?!

The Fallen Ones... depravity...

Master Wrathwind’s expression seemed uncertain. Though druids were better at brewing potions or healing spells, he was a genuine legendary powerhouse with many self-destructive abilities. But even so, he’d been inexplicably pulled into that unknown world. That unknown world had so many miraculous aspects...

After some time, he suddenly smiled slightly and opened his Magic Net directly. "Nobody knows who I am anyway, and the Magic Net is anonymous."

He directly opened the post where he’d published his question and quickly edited and supplemented it: "I am a legendary magician. You may have forgotten my name, but you should all remember my title—Controller of the Flame Storm. I’ve been traveling beyond the continent for many years. I didn’t expect that as soon as I came back, I’d encounter something like this..."

After carefully reading it again and confirming he’d explained what had just happened, he couldn’t help but chuckle. "On the internet, you give yourself your own identity. After many years at sea, just came back, encountered the Fallen Ones, a completely unseen power system—makes perfect sense. Anyway, the Controller of Flame Storm has been hiding on that overseas volcanic island for so many years, he couldn’t possibly know."

If anyone who knew him were here, they’d definitely sigh—worthy of him indeed. His gambling reputation was his true character!

In the divine realm.

Ren was eating fruit, reading books, and trying to condense the "customer service system" when a voice suddenly rang in his ear. "Lord Ren, the thing you asked me to watch finally has news! Wait, I’m guessing there’s news. It might be because of this that you had that feeling..."

"Just tell me what you found." Seeing this guy was about to continue spouting nonsense, Ren immediately cut him off.

"Just now, the legendary druid Wrathwind encountered something in the City of Gold similar to your virtual divine realm..." Book quickly recounted what had happened to Wrathwind.