adventurers in the sewers

Chapter 151 Morgaon Loses His Bottom Line

"Of course I'm just an ordinary shield guard."

Louis replied calmly, "I'm not a very ambitious person. The main reason I've met these excellent teammates is because I'm lucky."

Eric Hill nodded noncommittally.

She really didn't find anything special about Louis. If she had to say what was special about him, it would be that he was very ordinary and she couldn't find any outstanding qualities.

After discussing the cooperation, Louis and his entourage did not linger and went back to prepare.

The following morning, Louis's squad met up with Erisil's squad outside the city. Accompanying them were the Archmage Ignis, who had recovered from his injuries, and the White Tiger Orc Tiga.

The group of nine people marched into the depths of the Demon Wasteland.

On the way, Louis asked a question he had been curious about for a long time: "Your Highness, how are we going to find Morgon? Without any clues, searching for someone in this vast monster wasteland is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"To find Morgaon, we still need Professor Ignis's help." Erihill explained, "We still need to rely on Professor Ignis's help to find Morgaon."

"Both the teacher and Morgang were injured by Hero Molly, which means that they both have residual demonic energy of the same attribute in their bodies."

"Using this demonic aura as a clue, the teacher can roughly pinpoint Morgain's location."

Louis nodded in realization, inwardly marveling at the versatility of the mage's abilities.

Perhaps even Mo Ergang himself never imagined that he would be located in this way.

I need to be more careful in the future. When doing something shady, I should try to do it cleanly and leave no trace.

He didn't want to be eating hotpot and singing when suddenly a group of people surrounded him and grabbed him.

However, even with Ignis as their guide, they still had a long way to go, as Morgon had gone too far.

The Demon Wasteland is vast, especially after a demonic tide, the number of demons in the wasteland has decreased sharply, and sometimes you can't see a single living creature for ten miles.

Along the way, they also encountered swamps and dense fog that still contained demonic energy, all of which were manifestations of the demonic power eroding the mortal world.

If left unchecked, the demons might exploit these areas in the future.

As a priestess, Anridor took on the task of clearing away the demonic energy.

They traveled at a leisurely pace, stopping frequently, and night quickly fell.

The group found an unpolluted water source, set up tents on the riverbank, and lit a campfire.

Louis caught a basket of palm-sized river fish in the river, cleaned them, skewered them with branches, and roasted them by the campfire.

Sitting by the campfire, Erisil said to everyone, "According to our teacher's senses, we are not far from Morgon. They haven't moved a long distance for some time now."

"Rest tonight, and tomorrow we'll travel half a day to see him."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to Dina: "It was noon at that time, Miss Dina. I hope that you and Tiga can serve as important support for me."

The blue-haired girl and the white tiger beast both nodded solemnly.

After finishing the grilled fish, Tija didn't talk to anyone else. Instead, she quietly went to the side and honed her skills.

Of all the people in this group, Tiga had the strongest desire to kill Morgon, followed by Ignis, who had been tricked by Morgon.

Louis glanced at the imposing force of Tiga's punches and claws from afar and was surprised to find that this white tiger beastman seemed to have completed his second job advancement and his strength had improved considerably.

It makes sense when you think about it. More than a month ago, Tiga already had the ability to fight Erisil head-on.

Putting aside the latter's terrifying regenerative ability, Tiga is actually stronger in terms of attack power.

In the subsequent attack on the succubus, even a level one peak succubus was just a matter of two claws for her.

This means that she was already at the peak level of a Level 1 professional a little over a month ago. After such a long period of reflection, it is normal for her to complete the second job change.

Although job changes and ranks are a power system that only circulates within humans and is not practiced by orcs, all races have a similar hierarchical division of ranks and a clear way to break through them.

Tiga has clearly made a breakthrough.

Perhaps she will also have a very impressive performance in the battle against Morgaon.

After resting for a night, the group continued their journey at dawn.

In order to strike at Morgaon at noon, they did not leave in a hurry.

After approaching within a kilometer of Morgon's location, the black panther beastman came into Louis's sight.

As Erihill had predicted, the other party had a deep sword wound in his chest. Instead of healing, the wound began to fester.

The once strong and sturdy former chieftain of the Frostclaw tribe, Morgang, now resembled a pitiful, homeless dog, silently leaning against a tree and licking his wounds.

Louis and his party made no attempt to conceal themselves, striding towards Morgen.

They weren't afraid of Morgon escaping; if Morgon chose to run away, he would only die faster.

The black panther orc had clearly noticed the menacing Louis and his group. He struggled to sit up and stared coldly at the newcomers.

"Morgen, I'm here to challenge you."

Erisil stepped out of the crowd and stood in front of Morgon. Her silver armor gleamed in the sunlight, and runes could be faintly seen flowing within it.

She drew her longsword, which gleamed with a cold light, her gaze solemn, her voice steady: "You were once the leader of a clan. Although you made a grave mistake in the war against the demons, I still hope that you can fight as a warrior and preserve your dignity by dying in battle."

Looking at Erisil's solemn expression, Morgon's face showed no fear, but rather a mocking smile.

He glanced at Ignis and his niece, and said slowly, "I'm at my wit's end—but I didn't just start today."

"The night I left Blackrock City, I already anticipated that I would be hunted down by you humans and attacked by my own people."

"However, after careful consideration, I have discovered that there is another path I can take, and it is a broad road that can free me from my current predicament and allow me to regain power."

Mo Ergang spoke calmly and unhurriedly, showing no sign of being driven to a dead end.

But halfway through his speech, Erihill and some of the others present began to sense that something was amiss.

Then, streams of pitch-black demonic energy surged out of Morgang's body and came under his control.

The festering wound on his chest began to peel away, revealing the already healed scar beneath.

This scene immediately caused the expressions of everyone present to change drastically.

By actively embracing demonic energy, this traitor, Morgang, has clearly already sided with the demons!

On the side of the intelligent races, his sword wounds could indeed only be healed by healing professionals of level three priest or above, but of course, the demons, who are most skilled in using demonic energy, could also heal him!

His injuries have long since healed! He's still pretending to be seriously injured while he's fishing!

This orc has completely lost all sense of decency after betraying his tribe!

Then Morgang slowly said, "I guessed that someone would chase after me after the demon tide receded, but what I didn't expect was that the chase would be so grand."

"I thought only my niece, a few level three orcs from the tribe, or level three professionals from the human legion would come, but I never expected to catch such a big fish."

"A hero, a human archmage at the peak of level three, a group of young geniuses among humans, and my niece—I've really hit the jackpot."

At the same moment Morgon spoke, a deep demonic aura suddenly surged from the ground, rushing towards Erisil, who was closest to Morgon, like a tidal wave.

From within the pitch-black demonic energy, a sinister voice rang out: "Moergang, your pledge of allegiance is excellent. On behalf of all the demons, I formally accept you."

Judging from the intense pressure emanating from the demonic energy, this is another peak level three demon whose strength is no less than that of Ignis.

Seeing that Erisil was about to be swallowed, Ignis rushed towards the black mist without hesitation.

As teammates of Erisil, Alwin and Anredor instinctively followed closely behind Ignis, and the three of them plunged headlong into the black mist!

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