The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

One of the leaders suddenly spoke up and asked, and the boss opposite him was slightly taken aback before his expression turned even uglier: "What if I say no?"

If it wasn't fog created by either side, nor arrows fired from either side, then it means there were other people present.

Fireball!

Seeing that both sides had stopped, Kshia raised his hand and created a tiny sphere in his palm, which he then threw at the location of the two groups of slave traders. Only the leader noticed the danger behind him and decisively rolled forward.

Tiny fireballs landed in the crowd, splashing flames and heat. The already severely injured slave traders were immediately burned to death by the flames, while those on the periphery decisively lay down on the ground and used sand to extinguish the fire.

The survivors stared menacingly at the forest from which the fireball had been launched. The two leaders showed no intention of fleeing, seemingly wanting to know whether there was only one spellcaster or many others.

There are only four people!

A ranger shouted, and Kishia, who had originally intended to scare away the slave traders, was taken aback, wondering where she had been exposed.

"His pet is in heaven."

Maginus looked up and pointed out the anomaly. The three of them looked up at the same time. White doves were flying in the air, flying in a regular pattern and transmitting coded messages.

"Kill them!"

The two leaders roared in anger, temporarily setting aside their previous hatred and deciding to focus on fighting the third party.

In the end, there will still be a tough battle, but fortunately, the enemy has been weakened beforehand.

The half-elf princess glanced back at Maginus, and to make sure she didn't intend to intervene, she patted her cheek and commanded Neko and Brian: "Let's go."

Brian stepped forward with his large shield, but seeing no cover around him, Neco scoffed and took his scimitar, intending to face the enemy head-on.

Chapter 373 Rescue

Arrows fell from the sky. Brian, who had picked up a shield, was still not quite used to it. In most of his previous battles, he did not wear a shield because most of the battles he had participated in were performance-style sword fighting "competitions" with other noble knights, and a sword was enough for him.

He stared at the arrows and raised his shield to block them above Kexia's head. After the collision, all the crudely made arrows fell to the ground, none of them able to pierce the shield, but instead all bent and bounced away.

Flame Arrow Flame Arrow Flame Arrow...

With magic gathered in her hands, she unleashed a burning flame and used a fireball to clear out the injured. Instead of casting spells that required spell slots, she relied on tricks to deal damage.

As a low-level professional, she still has too few spell slots and needs to use them sparingly to deal with certain situations.

"Rush over!"

Seeing that there were indeed only four people, the enraged slave trader organization found an outlet for their anger and rushed forward, looking as if they were determined to capture the four of them and then torture them to death.

There are twelve left in total...

After confirming the number of people, Brian took a deep breath and stepped forward with firm strides. The blade came at him head-on, but he gripped his longsword and slashed back. The magical longsword left a notch in the enemy's steel weapon, and he easily pushed the heavily wounded warrior away with his shield.

The shield knocks the opponent back.

With his shoulder resting on his shield, he charged forward with force. The first attacker lost his footing and stumbled back a few steps. At the same time, another warrior launched an attack from Brian's right.

The long whip with its sharp spikes lashed out and made a whistling sound as it struck the air. He jumped back as he watched the whip being bitten, and swung his longsword so that the blade touched the whip first.

The whip still struck his arm, tearing off a piece of flesh instantly. Ignoring the bloody mess on his arm, Brian disregarded the pain, swung his longsword and grabbed it tightly, then used the edge of his iron shield to strike the whip wrapped around the sword.

The whip broke into several pieces, and two more warriors launched an attack from the front and left, but Brian had no time to deal with them at this point.

Flame Arrow.

Kercia fired a flaming arrow to repel one of them, while a slave trader wielding a large sword came up behind Brian. The bloodied enemy roared, his bones cracking, and his skin, which had turned white from blood loss, turned red again.

Oh no, this is a barbarian.

Realizing this, Brian prepared to unleash a flurry of attacks and quickly turn to defend, but there was an ally that both sides had overlooked, who finally made a move.

Despite being on the front lines of the battlefield, Neko's presence was somewhat weak. It can only be said that she was indeed very suitable as an assassin. She did not attack randomly; instead, she moved along the edge of the battlefield and her attacks were always fatal.

Three seconds earlier, looking at Brian who was about to be hit and the enemy who launched the attack, she habitually landed on all fours in a starting position, and the electric current flowed through her body through the bone blade amplification.

His boots and clothes were slightly hot, and he could kick up sand and gravel. Before Brian was hit, he got behind the slave trader, stepped on his back, grabbed the bone blade with his backhand, crossed it, stabbed it into the neck, slashed it backward, and pulled it out.

Slit the throat.

The barbarian's burst of energy was interrupted by Neco, who reluctantly fell backward. Neco leaped off his back and waved to Brian, his bone scimitar flashing in his hand. He bent down and watched as the remaining men retreated and concealed themselves.

The cooperation wasn't exactly seamless, but it was enough to deal with the slave trading organization. The two leaders looked at each other, and the thought of escaping crossed their minds.

Several more of our men have died, while the four mysterious guys on the other side have only sustained minor injuries from being whipped. The two sides are not on the same level, so there is no need to continue fighting.

The most important thing is to survive.

However, just as this thought arose in their minds, Maginos, who had been motionless, raised her hand and clenched it, and crimson spiritual energy carrying spiritual light spread outward and seeped into their bodies.

The initial fear vanished, and all the slave traders were left with only one thought: regardless of their own life or death, getting rid of these few wretched brats was the most important thing.

They halted their retreat and charged forward again. Seeing the enemy's offensive growing stronger, the elven knight quickly retreated to the half-elf princess's side.

Oily technique.

A slippery, greasy liquid covered the ground, greatly reducing the friction between the sand and vegetation. The enraged slave trader, caught off guard, slipped and fell flat on his back.

Driven by anger, they forgot to spread out and all huddled together. As they gradually gathered, Kershah clasped his hands together and chanted a spell. With a few quick wavings of his hands, the dazzling sphere reappeared in his hands.

Fireball!

He waved his hand and threw a fireball, which spread through the crowd, causing heavy casualties among the slave traders. Of the original eleven, only three remained.

The two leaders, who had once again miraculously escaped death, awoke to the horrific scene before them. They swallowed hard, fear overwhelming them.

"Nek! Leave the two leaders behind!"

Kshia shouted, and the cat darted out from behind the third man, its scimitar piercing his heart, leaving only the two leaders on the field.

"Master, we've finished!"

Neko's voice rang out from afar. Maginos, who was focused on carving, looked up at the vicinity of the battlefield. Neko, covered in blood, waved happily. Beside her were two inhuman but still breathing, clearly half-dead bodies.

Kercia covered her mouth, her face pale. The vomit beside her proved that she had already vomited. Brian's complexion was also a little bad, but at least he hadn't vomited.

"We just interrogated two guys, and things aren't peaceful in Kikunojo Kingdom either, meow!"

The girl nodded to indicate that she understood, and raised her hand to wipe the bloodstains from Neko's face. The blood quickly clumped up, crumbled, and turned into powder. The speechless body on the ground also died from bleeding.

The blood and corpses disappeared, and the plain returned to its original state. Kshia, who was disgusted by interrogating others for the first time, calmed down and did not forget the main purpose of her visit. She went to the prison van and asked Brian to open the prison door.

"We are adventurers, here to rescue you! Come out quickly!"

Kshia waved to the people inside the prison cart. The people who had almost become slaves witnessed everything, but still maintained a skeptical attitude as they walked out of the iron cage. Looking at the corpses, they were filled with complex emotions. They rushed over to the corpses, cursing and kicking them.

They lack manners.

As Maginus watched the people disembarking from the prison van, she couldn't find anyone suitable to become a believer. Just as she was about to give up on bestowing power, a figure huddled in a corner caught her attention.

The man had a huge scar on his face, a gash that ran from his left eye and forehead to his right cheek; it was probably an old wound from four or five years ago.

Unlike the crowd who were constantly cursing, the man did not react in the same way. Instead, he slowly got up and left alone amidst the chaos.

Chapter 374 The Land of Music

"Do you want power?"

The man who had run away suddenly stopped and turned to look at the girl who had questioned him. She had a full head of white hair and a cold face. She asked a trivial question, but her words carried a certain seductive quality.

The man thought for a moment, his hunched back bringing him to Maginos's eye level. He finally spoke his name first: "My name is..."

“I don’t care what your name is,” Maginus interrupted his request for conversation. “Answer my question: Do you want power? I can give you a chance to gain power, as long as you become a follower of the God of the Dead.”

"...What is this, a threat? I don't think I have anything that you or your god of death would want."

The dejected man did not respond, but Maginus could tell from the speed of his heartbeat that he was indeed in dire need of strength.

"This is a deal. My god, the God of the Dead, needs you to spread his faith, so he will grant you power and give you the opportunity to build your own power."

Why was I chosen?

"You seem quite clever, so this is simple: just ask me one last time if you want more power."

This was the only way to select people initially; Maginus didn't have time to carefully choose, and whether he would spread the faith was also unknown.

However, in the past few days, the girl has made quite a few statues, and spreading them out will surely bring some results.

Maginus's words sounded even less reliable than the devil's bargain; the man had no idea whether he would ultimately lose his soul.

He glanced at his thin, bony arms, and without hesitation, for nothing could be worse than this:

"Okay, I agree."

"How much knowledge and power you gain depends on yourself."

Before he could finish speaking, Maginus's fingertips pierced his brow, injecting a massive amount of knowledge into him with psychic energy. He groaned and knelt down, glancing at the fragments of knowledge before his expression gradually contorted.

At the same time, vitality surged in as well. Feeling the power he had gained, he, like the people from the alien planet, could not hide the joy and excitement on his face.

A profound vitality was infused into his body, and so was knowledge.

As blood flowed from his nose and his veins swelled, his originally thin body became even bloated before Maginus stopped channeling his life force.

In terms of knowledge, his intelligence and spiritual strength seemed to be quite good. Even after Maginus transmitted all the training methods for warriors and information about the god of death into his brain, he still did not completely faint.

I think I've chosen a good candidate; now it's just a matter of whether he'll keep his promise.

"This is a statue of the god of death. Remember what I said: expand your power and make your people worship K. Whether you believe in K or not is irrelevant. I suppose you lack reverence for K."

Maginus tossed the statue, which shimmered with an eerie red and black light, to the down-on-his-luck man without asking about his origins or what he planned to do in the future.

It doesn't matter whether she's good or evil, or whether there's order or chaos; it doesn't matter to Maginus right now. You could say that believers from all factions can worship her.

Since it's just a false god anyway, these things can be stipulated later.

Watching the man leave, Maginus turned back to look at the slaves, or rather, the group of refugees. Kercia was taking out gold coins from her dimensional bag and handing them to them one by one, as a travel expense for their journey to other cities.

The journey must have been extremely difficult, but they had no way to settle in the border city, so they had to go to other cities to find a solution.

However, the fact that they were able to be captured means that they were already homeless and probably used to this kind of life.

After seeing everyone off, Kishia wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled, feeling satisfied that she had been able to help them.

"Go back and get the carriage. We need to hurry on our way. They might run into people sent by the capital and then betray us."

Maginus strode toward the border city, and the three of them quickly followed. The half-elf princess glanced at the girl from time to time.

After spending several months together, Kishia found that she wasn't as terrifying as the rumors suggested; at most, she was just a bit cold-hearted. She was even willing to help Kishia rescue these refugees.

Recalling the premonition that Maginus had mentioned, Kxia's heart darkened again. She could only hope that the premonition was wrong, otherwise she really wouldn't be able to go home for the next few years.

They set off again and successfully left the border without any hindrance. However, before leaving, they discovered that the border city was different from the past. There were more guards at the city gate, and they had split into three factions.

Besides the local guards, it was probably people behind the slave organization, as well as people from the capital who came to find them.

The four people who had disguised themselves during the rescue successfully crossed the border under different appearances. They were extremely lucky and did not encounter many obstacles or dangers along the way.

If you encounter a caravan on the road, you can ask them for directions and avoid certain dangers.

Two months later, they successfully arrived at the city located within the Kingdom of Music, the closest city to the Orchid Grove.

"Ah! A soft, fluffy bed!"

Kishia, disregarding all decorum, sprawled onto the bed in the upscale tavern, appearing noticeably more relaxed and vulnerable than before.

"Ah! Soft and fluffy Kxia!"

The cat pounced on Kexia's back, pinning her down while waving at Maginus: "Master~, come here, Master~."

Glancing at the two relaxed individuals, the girl looked at the helpless Brian: "There are probably nobles around the Orchid Woods. Be prepared. I'll step in if there's anything you can't handle."

"Understood, Miss Ilsis, I will be prepared."

The two people on the bed lost their desire to play around. Nei Ke got up and glanced out the window: "Then I'll go explore the town. I wonder what the situation is like here."

Melodious and cheerful music drifted downstairs. As expected of a country of music, music had been playing almost nonstop from the moment they entered the country, and they could even hear gentle lullabies while sleeping.

Every tavern or shop has bards or other non-professional performers putting on shows and playing music.

Rumors circulated that every resident of the music country could hum along to some extent, and they initially thought it was an exaggeration, but after arriving here, they realized it was no exaggeration at all.

In expressing their emotions, they would speak their hearts out in the melody of a song, their voices rising and falling like a musical, which greatly surprised Maginos when he first came to the land of music.

After listening for a while, she got used to it. At the same time, she also discovered that the magic of the music kingdom had a special rhythm, which was probably why bards became the mainstream here.

Chapter 375 Encirclement

Neko arrived at another bustling tavern, keeping a low profile. She flicked the tricorn hat covering her ears and listened as the bard finished singing a song, after which three gold coins popped out.

The gold coins spun in the air and landed in the hat the apprentice poet had just taken off. Receiving such a large sum, he beamed with delight and bowed to Ni Ke: "Oh, beautiful lady, is there anything I can do for you?"

"I just came from another country. Could you tell me about the big and small things that have happened in this town and the surrounding cities through songs?"