Chapter 279: Chapter 259: Elegy Poetry Society Assembles! _2 Chapter 279: Chapter 259: Elegy Poetry Society Assembles! _2 It’s just a pity that there has been no response at all.

I used to think the members of the Elegy Poetry Society didn’t have the ability, and didn’t want to become cannon fodder. Now it seems that those old-timers simply didn’t want to help.

“But why, when that guy got into trouble, did everyone come out to help?”

Withered Rose wasn’t envious but reflective. She really wanted to know what charm Amberser had that could mobilize the Elegy Poetry Society to act collectively.

At the same time, Withered Rose also reaffirmed her resolve. She must become part of Amberser’s family. By then, her vengeance would be his, and maybe the Elegy Poetry Society would take action for him again.

Amberser too had learned of the Elegy Poetry Society’s mobilization through the Necromancy Codex and hurried away from the high tower to find a hidden corner within Webbed City to draw the magic array.

Thankfully the underground city was large enough, and the Drow population was not dense. Many areas were completely abandoned, with not even webs laid out, so finding a secluded place wasn’t difficult.

Amberser found an abandoned temple and began to busily set up there.

After several hours, a super-sized blue portal appeared before Amberser.

This was an enhanced version of the Door of Randomness. Unlike the teleportation magic array that required transport in batches, once the Door of Randomness was activated, both ends were fully connected, like a corridor, with the transportation speed depending on the queue. Such an enhanced spatial spell could only be cast by the Golden Throne.

The Door of Randomness could last for about three hours and had consumed millions of Amberser’s Gold Coins.

Since so much had been invested upfront, it would be a huge loss if he didn’t earn back tenfold or a hundredfold.

The first thing to burst forth from the portal was the Headless Knight Gareth.

Riding on his Eight-Legged Giant Horse, clad in heavy armor, he almost crushed Amberser when he charged out.

Gareth let out a thunderous laugh and said to Amberser, “Haha, good brother, long time no see.”

“Shh! Not so loud! The Drow will find out!” Amberser said.

However, Amberser would soon find that quiet was impossible.

Because the portal began to spew out all kinds of undead non-stop. Skeletons were fine, but those zombies kept making a racket at times, and soon it started to get noisy. Then a huge dragon’s head got stuck in the portal, but the place was already too crowded to fit anymore.

Amberser realized that any idea of a covert operation was out of the question. There were too many undead; not being noticed was impossible.

But perhaps there was no need to be covert now.

More than a dozen Bone Dragons, shrunk in size, squeezed their way into the undead ocean, forcing many lower-ranking skeletons to leave the temple.

Following them was a group of three to four-meter-tall fat behemoths—Abominations, stitched together from countless corpses, all high-order Undead.

After the Abominations came Death Knights, then a group of Vampires, and finally, a group of damp Zombie Murlocs.

The leader, upon seeing Amberser, excitedly said, “The Captain’s honored guest, we meet again.”

“Phil? Why are you here too?!” Amberser recognized the half-rotten Sahara Murloc. Wasn’t that Aige’s crew captain?

“The Captain couldn’t come to Gloomyland, so he sent me to help instead.”

There wasn’t even time to catch up with Murloc Phil before several shadows emerged from the portal.

A scruffy-looking bard, an elegantly postured ghoul, and there was Withered Rose… Oh, Hake Stone was there too, just obscured from view at first.

Amberser hurriedly flew over the crowd of undead to greet these friends.

Without needing introductions, Amberser recognized them. The ghoul was easy to identify, being a member of the undead, but this poet… Amberser couldn’t sense any trace of undead aura from him at all.

There shouldn’t be any living persons in the Elegy Poetry Society, should there?

Amberser politely said, “It’s finally nice to meet you, sirs. Thank you for your assistance this time.”

The bard laughed and said, “There’s no need for formality with me; I’m just itching to get busy.”

The elegant ghoul said, “I don’t mind either, as long as there’s enough flesh and blood for me, even if it can’t fill my stomach.”

Amberser tentatively asked, “May I know how to address you seniors? Using codenames doesn’t seem quite respectful.”

The bard said casually, “Just call me the Poet; that is my life.”

Amberser felt a bit disappointed, hoping to glean some clue to the poet’s identity from his name, but the man kept a tight lip.

The ghoul said quite offhandedly, “Yugas, it’s a name I used many years ago.”

Yugas, that surely wasn’t a real name. Amberser had only heard of Ghoul King Dorison, a powerful lord in the bottomless abyss.

Although he didn’t get any news, Amberser managed to build a rapport with the two seniors.

“Poet senior, what are your plans next? With such a commotion here, the Drow Elves will discover us before long,” Amberser asked.

The Poet smiled and said, “Don’t worry about me; I’m just here to present the Drow Elves with a poem. Ask me nothing of other matters. Since this situation started because of you, and we came to assist you, you should take the lead.”

Amberser didn’t decline, and said directly to Withered Rose, “Lady Rose, you are much more skilled in commanding the Undead Army than I. I will leave all the troops under your command later. As for the other members of the Elegy Poetry Society, I won’t restrict anyone’s actions, just apply as much pressure as possible to those Drow Elves.”

“As for me, I’ll go see what kind of schemes and tricks those four goddesses have arranged.”

Withered Rose then expressed her concern, “Are you going on this adventure alone?”

Amberser nodded and said, “I must help Goddess Shael carry out her plan. If I promised a deity and didn’t fulfill my duty, she would have an excuse to punish me.”

Amberser could not avoid this; that dagger had to be thrust, but whether he could actually kill Tristan had nothing to do with him.

Withered Rose was about to persuade further, but the Poet interjected, “Don’t worry, I will cast a blessing on him.”

The scruffy-looking bard pulled out a lyre and began to strum it quickly.

A strange music seeped into Amberser’s soul, the chords unlike any music he had heard before; Amberser couldn’t describe their features, some of the sounds were so shrill and deep they surpassed the limits of the lyre… It was as if many praises and wails made up this eerie melody, and Amberser only felt his soul trembling. It was an experience far from comfortable, even distasteful to a point where he never wanted to hear such music again.

The eerie music lasted less than ten seconds. The Poet then said to Amberser, “Done, I’ve blessed you with an enchantment similar to an Anti-Death Barrier, capable of protecting you from three fatal attacks.”

Upon hearing this, Amberser quickly said, “It sounds wonderful. Can I hear it again?”