179: Chapter 165 Soul Valley 179: Chapter 165 Soul Valley Heading northeast from Star Dragon City, after a stretch along the wilderness unobstructed by mountains, one would see a canyon gaping like the maw of a monstrous beast.

Not far from the canyon, there’s a fork in the road, one path leading into the canyon, much like a greyish white tongue guiding prey into its mouth.

The other extends towards the northwest, where the terrain is more rugged, and the roads twist and turn with no end in sight.

Ignoring the rough and winding road, if you continue on the grey-white path, you’ll soon approach the entrance of the canyon.

The terrain of the canyon dips inward, standing on the edge and looking down felt like standing at the lip of a massive beast, ready to plunge into an endless abyss of terror.

Flickering fires could be seen in the distance, probably from people walking with torches, flickering unsteadily.

The air was filled with the wailing of the wind; this seemed like a place even the fractured moonlight avoided, with only the distant twinkling stars for company, leaving the inside of the canyon in silence.

The soldiers from Star Dragon City had finally set foot on this land, led by Soldier Reed, one of the Lord’s most trusted men, who was tasked with the role of scout and was given the mission “to breach the city if the opportunity arises.”

Of course, his primary task was to collect intelligence about Soul Valley.

Only their own people would timely relay crucial intelligence back; the Undead, although they received orders, started leaving in small groups from that time onward, yet there had been no movement or response.

Lind was curious why the Undead of Crying Town in Soul Valley had gone completely silent as if they had evaporated into thin air.

Contained within the Blood Lambs was the “Blood of Madness,” which could force the Undead into a timeout, while Abyss transformation could sever their online connection altogether.

Clearly, the “Specters” of this land possessed a similar power.

The Undead were not as “invincible” as imagined, which was good news, but the bad news was that this power came from the enemy.

The wind blowing up from the bottom of Ghost Valley struck Reed and his companions’ armor.

Their helmets were specially modified, covering almost all weaknesses, leaving only narrow gaps to look out, but the visible angle was not great.

The cold, rigid patterns made them appear like exquisite, emotionless tin cans.

Their weapons had been drawn as soon as they set out.

Reed held the reins of his Catastrophe Warhorse, gently nudging its belly with his legs and moving forward slowly.

The visibility within the canyon was extremely low; only faint traces could be seen in the dim light diffusing from the starlight above, making them even more cautious as they traveled to avoid straying into calamity-prone areas.

If they were suddenly attacked by a calamity now, they’d inevitably be thrown into chaos.

Of course, initiating a charge after the chaos could solve all problems.

Suddenly, Reed paused, “Did you hear that?”

“Sir Reed,” replied the soldier he questioned, nodding, “It sounds like a faint voice, but it could also be just the sound of the wind.”

The whooshing of the wind indeed resembled someone talking.

“The sound of the wind?” Reed did not think so, as Sir Lind had specifically warned him to be cautious of Soul Valley before coming here.

It was not just the Undead and ordinary residents that they had to watch out for but also any unprecedented enemies that might emerge.

Being cautious and prepared was essential for survival, but this trip with a dozen fully armed Great Knights riding Catastrophe Warhorses made the likelihood of encountering problems very low.

Their strength was enough to roam this region, even if faced with Senior Grand Knights or High-ranking Wizards, they might not actually manage against them.

“Continue forward, be ready to battle at any time.”

Just as Lord Lind meant, if the enemy is indeed bizarre and special, then one must become stronger and overpower them, the only way to defeat the enemy is to become stronger than them.

It was precisely because of this spirited determination to surge forward that the soldiers dared to face the calamity.

But they hadn’t gone far when the strange noises came again.

It was as if someone had suddenly whispered a word right into their ear, the cool breeze tickling the fine hairs on their ear, itching in a way that made one subconsciously want to tilt their head.

When they reached to scratch their ear, everything would suddenly quiet down, making them merely raise their hand subconsciously.

It was only when they raised their hand that they suddenly realized, they were wearing helmets, it wasn’t the wind, not even sand could get through the helmet to touch their ears, that action of someone blowing in their ear couldn’t possibly have happened.

This time, Reed heard that voice, he was sure it was that voice!

It was very clear, a bit like humming, carrying a strong emotion.

“Dome!”

“What?” Reed asked subconsciously, the sound like an old man pulling down his trousers, disgusting and acrid.

He turned his head to look at the soldier beside him.

“Did you hear anything?” he asked.

The Great Knight swallowed hard, his throat as if he had swallowed a blade, making it very difficult to speak: “Dome!”

The Great Knight repeated, “The voice said, ‘Dome.'”

Most soldiers living in the Rand Kingdom had never seen such fantastical and bizarre things as ghosts, dragons, giants, etc., those only existed in storybooks and theatrical performances.

The sudden appearance of something ghost-like indeed could cause panic.

They were a bit disoriented when faced with it, but not so terrified that they couldn’t move, after all, the apocalypse had come, and even the gods were gone.

“Pretending to be a ghost or a deity, if they really had the ability, they would have attacked us head-on long ago!”

Reed had long obtained information about Soul Valley from Lord himself, which included “Dome,” a book thief who was also a High-ranking Wizard.

However, the opponent was not skilled in combat, and from the information obtained, only the Storm Wizard Yazha among the nine Upper Ranks under the New Nobility Leon was skilled in spell combat, his storms sweeping through everything in his path.

Unfortunately for the Wizard, he met Lord Lance, who blew his head off with a single arrow.

That was a spectacular battle, every time that story was told, everyone’s eyes would shimmer with excitement.

In current times, the most legendary figure was undoubtedly Lord himself, who had developed Star Dragon Ridge from a mere ten people to two or three thousand in Star Dragon City in just over two months.

Next in line was Lance, whether it was that pair of antlers or his ability to shoot icy arrows from the Ice Bow, all carried a legendary hue.

The Dwarf Ludo also occasionally took on the role of a Bard, particularly frequent in recent times.

And Dome, more often playing the role of the “wise man,” must have noticed their arrival by now, starting to pretend to be a ghost.

The slight sounds near their ears did not stop there, but hearing Reed’s reproach, the soldiers quickly got themselves together.

Just as Reed had said, if they were really strong, they would have taken physical action already, there was no need for these nonsensical tactics to scare people.

Not taking action sometimes is also a sign of weakness.