Mages Are Too OP

Chapter 617 No Need for Light at the End of the Tunnel

The closer they got to the True Ancestor of the vampires, the more likely they were to complete their quest.

Following the gnome’s lead, Roland and the others pushed their cargo carts and walked slowly.

There was no way around it. The gnome was short and he bounced and trotted, but it was still slow compared to normal people like Roland.

The gnome seemed to be quite famous in this place, and everywhere he passed, some greeted him warmly, while others smiled coldly and sarcastically.

Either way, it showed that Ragnar had a wide range of contacts.

Roland and the others, who were following behind Ragnar, naturally received attention. Even some residents who were antagonistic to Ragnar would give the five of them unfriendly looks.

But Li Lin, Raffel, Brazil all looked back with a fiercer glare.

Although the previous half a year or so were spent with women to level up, the three of them had still survived many bloody battles.

Their glares were fierce and vicious, scaring most of those who dared to sneer at them.

It was very gloomy and cold in the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss, and even though there were many people, this never changed. For one thing, it was a sinkhole, and for another, there was no sun here in the first place, and it was difficult for the light generated by the mental energy in the air to pass into this giant sinkhole.

So it was quite chilly here.

But the people here were used to it and didn’t think anything of it.

Staying in a place that upheld order was far, far better than the wilderness outside, even if it was gloomier.

On the side of the street, every hundred meters or so was a huge stone pillar.

These stone pillars were naturally formed and varied in size, but even the smallest stone pillars were over a hundred meters in diameter.

The larger ones were three to four hundred meters in diameter.

A stone pillar, as long as it had a weight-bearing wall and was carefully chiseled, would be a huge high-rise building. After passing a dozen pillars, Ragnar brought Roland and the others to the largest stone pillar.

Roland had seen the stone pillar from a distance and had known then that it was huge.

But seeing it now, it was quite shocking.

The black rock pillar blocked all vision, and it stood so tall that when one looked up, one couldn’t see the top, as if it were a tower supporting heaven and earth. There were many windows on the surface of the pillar above, faint light shining through. Directly in front of them was a large entrance that was being guarded by a dozen soldiers. Ragnar the gnome skipped over and bowed and scraped to one of them.

It was not long before a man with skin as pale as plaster came, who circled the crate, looked at it, took a few pieces of jerky with him and put them in his arms, and then stared at Roland and the others for a while.

“All of you just came from outside, right? No wonder you’re carrying such great goods.” This soldier was full of arrogance. “Yo, there’s actually a follower of light. It’s fine for you guys to go in and sell stuff inside, but remember, don’t go above the sixth floor; those places are the territory of the vampire lords. If you barge up there and get drained of blood, don’t blame me for not warning you.”

Ragnar bounced at the soldier’s feet and shouted, “I understand, I understand.”

The soldier stepped aside and made a waving motion.

Ragnar then immediately moved forward as Roland and the others pushed on.

As they passed through the gate, a dozen other soldiers came over and each took another slice of jerky along with them, moving skillfully as if they had done it countless times before.

The jerky on the cart was almost gone.

When they entered the gate, they saw an open square in front of them, and next to the square, up along the walls, there were many densely packed windows and doors like the holes of a beehive.

Staircases went up and connected to the doorways of these rooms.

Many people were walking in and out of the rooms while shouting.

The raucous sounds of people echoed through the place.

Ragnar pointed higher up, where the holes were densely packed, and walkways were sloping upward in a circle on the walls.

Higher up, a ceiling layer of thick black rock separated the top from the bottom, with only a plank road on the side leading up.

“There is the sixth leve,.” Ragnar said enviously. “Only the vampires and the chosen blood slaves can go up there. It is said that there are forests, rivers, and even fruit trees up there. It’s a place almost as wonderful as the divine realms.”

Speaking of this, Ragnar suddenly looked back at Roland and the others. “Say, you were just ‘thrown’ down from the main plane, right? Is the main plane as the legends say, with warm sunshine, never cold, endless food, and never needing to worry about starvation?”

“No.” Roland shook his head.

“There’s cold and hunger all the same, not much different from what you have here.”

“How is that possible!” Ragnar didn’t believe it. “How can one not be warmly clothed and well-fed where there is sunshine and plenty of fruit trees?”

Roland chuckled and shrugged. “But it’s true.”

Ragnar still didn’t believe it, and the way he looked at Roland gradually became suspicious, almost as if he were looking at a liar.

The netizens broke into laughter in the livestream.

“Summer bugs can’t talk about ice.” “It’s not that exaggerated. Just like when we looked at the bald eagle country, there was a natural filter. It felt like they were doing everything right. Thinking about it now...”

“Roland, do not destroy the child’s dream. You’re being too cruel.”

“Doesn’t Roland know Long-Distance Teleportation? After the quest is completed, take this dwarf with you so that he feels the difference between reality and longing and won’t think you’re lying.”

It was also at this time that a woman stopped in front of Roland.

A very unique woman with a fierce appearance and sturdy body.

A powerful female orc.

Ragnar saw her and greeted her happily while calling out, “Sister, I’ve brought you a guest.” “What kind of guest?’”

“Good people who are willing to rent your house as an inn to rest.” Ragnar pointed to Roland and the others.

The female orc swept past Roland, and her eyes glowed when she saw Schuck.

She was about two meters tall, and with a few steps, she stopped in front of Schuck, looking very delighted. “Beautiful human, would you like to come with me? I can give you all the money in my family to spend.”

Her voice was quite beautiful, with a girlish tinge, and there was no hint of squirming in the female orc’s expression, only passion and excitement.

Schuck’s face darkened instantly as Roland and the other F6 members laughed heartily.

The netizens watching the livestream also had a good laugh.

Resisting the urge to use Sun Collapse to turn the female orc into dust, Schuck grinned with difficulty. “Sorry, I’ve got a wife.”

“What a pity.” The female orc shook her head repeatedly and then threw a set of keys to Ragnar. “My room is still the same, bring them over yourself.”

Ragnar waved his hand, then hung the ring of keys on himself, which were just wide enough to fit through his head and hang above his neck.

The set of keys was, in the female orc’s hands, a mere key ring, but to Ragnar, the thing was a collar.

Waving to Roland and the others, Ragnar then led them to the stone room in the three o’clock direction and said, “You will rest here tonight. This is my sister’s secret room and you can only enter with her key.”

“That orc is your sister? Biological or adopted?” Roland couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.

“Biological.” Ragnar shrugged and said, “My father was very flirtatious when he was young and had me with my gnome mother, and then in three years, he got a few female orcs and ended up making my sister.” Roland was flabbergasted. “That’s a big difference in size, right?”

“Age and height are not an issue as long as there is love,” Ragnar said with a look of someone who has experienced it—a head full of green.

“Well, go inside.”

Ragnar tossed the keys to Roland and ran off on his own.

In the livestream, the players were spouting madly.

“It can break the deep narrow paths, and it can stir a large vat.”

“Driving upstairs, I’m reporting it.”

“Report what. He’s just getting high off a few words.”

“And no one thought that it might be Ragnar’s father who had met with something heartless!”

“It’s possible. Boys have to protect themselves too, after all, times are different now.”

Amidst the frantic pop-ups from the netizens, Roland and the others entered the room.

Since it was where a female orc lived, it was quite large, an estimated 70 or 80 square feet.

It was just that there was very little furniture and it was all stone furniture.

After entering, Schuck laughed. “I didn’t expect that things would go so well. We really got in the territory of the True Ancestor of the vampires, and we seem to be quite close to

her.”

Li Lin stretched. “What do we do next?”

“Ask for information, of course, but there’s no rush. Wait till I scan the sixth floor for vampire distribution.”

Schuck immediately went to close the door.

Roland sat on the ground and began to release his mental power, expanding it in all directions.

Roland had used his mental power for the purpose of detection many times, and the more stationary he was, the more effective the mental power detection would be.

It wasn’t supposed to be an exception this time either.

But just as Roland’s mental threads touched the rock face of this stone pillar, an abrupt mental force emerged and pulled him into a rather unique place.

It was reasonable to say that with the mental power spread out, he could only feel the things around him.

It was also just a stream of consciousness, just a vague idea of what it is that he was running into. But Roland encountered something different this time.

The mental power he was in actually saw things.

In front of him was a white stone pavilion.

Under the pavilion, there were two rather beautiful women drinking afternoon tea.

The two of them were just as surprised to see the sudden appearance of Roland.

Especially the one with long straight black hair, who was only a little over one meter forty and still a young girl, but somehow just gave people a feeling of wanting to penet**** her.

One might even get the feeling that the young girl was lecherous and easy to bait.

The other beauty also had long, straight black hair, but her body was luscious, and there was nothing on her that wasn’t beautiful, as if there were no flaws to be found.

Roland looked around... A misty white world.

Only the pavilion where these two women were, and the ten meters or so in diameter around them, were free of white misty fog.

“Who are you?” The black-haired girl spoke up, wide-eyed. Seeing Roland, the other great beauty slowly stood up, looking rather unfriendly.

She waved her hand and took a long black scythe out of nowhere.

“The faithless shall be sent to the Wall of the Faithless.”