As the original demon and a native of the Abyss, no one knows why Dagon, who has the bloodline of the Obiris, chose to have such a profound alliance with Demogorgon, the first generation of the tanarri.
But at least the relationship between the two is far deeper than everyone imagines. It is not groundless that Woody said that the risks at sea come from Dagon, the king of the deep sea.
As a member of the Fourth Natural Disaster who had just arrived in the Northland in his previous life, he participated in the investigation of the missing caravan. It was true that he did it for the huge benefits in return, but he also wanted to satisfy his curious and restless heart. He did not want to do anything in the town at all.
Basic tasks such as delivering letters, escorting goods, and finding lost pets.
Although in the end, like many others, he wandered around the coastal cities of the Northland for a long time, he still did not find many clues about the missing merchant ship. Even if someone spent a lot of money to investigate the Dragon Roar Islands, it was still unsatisfactory.
But at that time, some people still made some progress in this task. For example, someone was under the sea that day. Through the talent of the Ocean Druid, he communicated with the local aquatic race and learned that in the abyss, he had witnessed a huge giant monster from a distance.
Shadow creatures were active, and it was later confirmed to be a sea monster with Dagon bloodline.
Although it is difficult to prove that it is related to Dagon, the King of the Deep Sea, it does not prevent Woody from directly using this in conjunction to make Cecil pay special attention to this trip to the sea.
In this way, whether it is internal or external factors, he has more or less mentioned it. If there is still a problem by then, it can only be said that he has a clear conscience and Cecil's fate has already been doomed.
After all, he had no intention of stopping her from going to the Dragon Roar Islands, and there was no need to stop Cecil. There were dangers that could not be avoided by running away, unless Cecil could abandon himself as a disciple of Lani of the Thousand Towers Society.
Responsibility.
But then, she would no longer be her.
"Thank you, I will seriously consider it."
"What are you going to do next?"
Cecil glanced outside the jungle, estimated that the caravan was about to arrive at the location where she was staying, and asked casually.
"Go to More's."
"Pharmacist, what are you doing there?"
"I commissioned her to help make a bottle of potion."
Woody did not hide his intentions, and Cecil was also enlightened after hearing this. She immediately thought of the reason. Woody had done a lot of things after they separated from her in the clock tower last night, and she took all of them into account.
"No wonder you cut off the body of the Baron of Green Creek Town and part of the Abyss Demonic Ape, and sent them to Moore. It turned out that you were making potions..."
"Okay, then go ahead and let Moll charge whatever payment she wants directly to my account."
"No, she and I have already reached an agreement." Woody declined politely. It's not good to owe too many favors, otherwise you might really have to go to the Dragon Roar Islands.
"That's okay, Moore is an old man in the business group, and her level has always been good. You can rest assured."
Cecil didn't hesitate. Seeing that there was nothing more to talk about, he immediately stopped the operation of the magic circle and revealed his figure with Woody. Woody's face was naturally relaxed. What needed to be said had been said.
, he is now waiting to arrive in Losente, and then part ways, he goes to his Kovar Forest, and she goes to her Dragon Roar Islands, both have a bright future.
The sound of horse hooves gradually sounded in the distance. Cecil walked directly to the road, summoned the phantom colt, and then showed Woody a playful smile.
"Don't be surprised by what I say later."
Obviously, the implication was that she wanted Woody to act with her in a scene, and Woody nodded nonchalantly.
"Despite the instructions, as long as there is no danger to life."
Woody is very open-minded about this aspect. Even if his reputation is damaged, it doesn't matter. After all, these things will disappear when he leaves Assenland.
"That's good."
Cecil also breathed a sigh of relief, then directly pulled the reins of the phantom colt and started running. This large, semi-realistic horse-like creature, with its mouth and hooves emitting fiery red smoke, ran as if under the dark sky.
A shooting star appeared parallel to the ground. Woody also called Grape and followed closely.
Just after climbing over a small steep slope, the convoy of the Nudong Merchant Group was moving forward on the road with difficulty. Every time this time comes, it is the moment when the whole group works hard. Dozens of people push the wheels of the front carriage to
This is to reduce the pressure of gravity on the horse.
When they saw Cecil standing on the top of the hillside, leaving and returning, they were slightly startled.
Soon they heard the most outrageous announcement this morning.
"Now, I announce something."
"That is, the Nudong Merchant Group will now be completely controlled by Woody. When you see him in the future, you will feel like you have met me. As for what I will do next, you naturally know that the great Majesty has great feelings for me.
I was given an order to return to Navia as soon as possible. I can’t wait any longer and will directly use the teleportation gate to go back.”
Cecil's explanation not only failed to stop everyone from thinking wildly, but instead made everyone even more confused.
"What happened? Your Highness Cecil?"
"No, do you want to leave? What will we do if you leave? It was agreed at the beginning that you would take us back to the North."
"We can't make it through the many journeys ahead without you, Your Highness!"
…
The noise was like a frenzy, instantly submerging the quiet forest. Everyone pushing the cart froze in place, staring blankly at the palace mage who was standing at the highest point of the hillside. All of their faces were ashen, and some of them were already dead.
His shoulders couldn't help but tremble. After all, if there was no Cecil, the final price paid by their business group might be a loss of more than 30% of the personnel, which means that three out of ten people might have to return to the North.
The Holy Spirit Snow Mountain, even if they do not believe in gods, means that they will never be able to see their earthly relatives and children again.
If Woody hadn't been prepared in advance, he would probably have been stunned on the spot. This was too big a game, and he was asked to manage it, but he couldn't afford the lives of these businessmen!
Let him hunt various monsters in the forest. He may be a good hand, but if he really manages a family and territory, I am afraid it can only be described as a disaster. In the last life, Woody rarely managed the territory or commanded the army.
The most common one is the commander of a small team.
It is more appropriate to describe him as a lone hero.
But Cecil's face was determined, unmoved no matter what they said, and it seemed as if she couldn't tell that she had apologized to him a few minutes ago.
She said it again, gently explaining that this was force majeure and that compensation would be given to everyone after returning to the Northland, and then ignored everyone.
Directly issue the meeting order to the caravan merchants and the guard leaders below.
Soon a group of more than ten people held a unique small meeting not far from Woody.
Although the distance was relatively close, Woody did not deliberately listen. He just knew that Cecil was really doing some handover matters at this time, including finding the candidate to guide Woody in leading the business group.
Feeling the gaze from behind, Woody instantly felt like a light on his back.
"This guy really posed a problem for me."
Woody had a headache. Although he understood that Cecil's move was probably to test whether there was an Abyss spy in the business group, he still couldn't help but sigh. These spellcasters have too many minds. It's really easy to do it if you don't pay attention.
She was deceived.
Soon, the meeting ended, and all the leaders of the caravan seemed to be impressed by Cecil, and when they looked at Woody, they had the same complimentary smiles on their faces as before.
"Your Highness Woody."
"Master Woody."
…
Although the shouts were uneven, Woody still felt more or less respect for him, which gave Woody a clearer understanding of Cecil's methods.
"Okay, that's it. Time is running out. I want to leave immediately. When the time comes, follow the path I planned and I will send the third legion to pick you up at the gap in the Kabasi Plateau."
Cecil spoke and behaved in a very decisive manner, making it easy for people to believe that she really had something urgent to do.
Naturally, Woody was not to be outdone. He immediately pretended to be frightened, greeted many merchants, and patted his chest, promising that he could bring the entire Raging Winter Merchant Group back to Navia. As for the meaning of this sentence here
How much credibility the businessmen have in their minds is a big question mark.
But Woody didn't care about this. It was just a play. When Cecil saw that everyone had more or less accepted Woody, he showed a relatively pleased expression and used words to encourage him.
After a few words, she returned to her luxurious carriage. As her back disappeared, someone came up to Woody with a sad face.
"Mr. Woody, look at this, what should we do? See if you can persuade His Highness Cecil to come back. Our entire group will be grateful to you."
Obviously, some people seem to be unwilling to give up and want to find a breakthrough from Woody's position.
But Woody also responded with a look of helplessness and panic.
"I don't know. His Highness Cecil seemed to have received some news just now. His face turned ugly and he said he wanted to leave here. It's useless for me to say anything."
He spread his hands to show that he had tried his best. Seeing this, the other businessmen gave up their intention to continue to dissuade him and began to sigh.
"But don't worry, I will leave everything to you to handle when the time comes. I don't understand this, and I don't want to care. It will be whatever it is when His Highness is here."
In order to appease everyone's emotions, Woody also expressed appropriately that he only wanted to be the hands-off shopkeeper and did not want to get involved with anything else.
After saying this, Woody clearly felt that everyone looked at him with much friendlier eyes, and the sighs became much less frequent.
Woody didn't care what they thought of him. After saying these words, he left here directly like Cecil and headed in the direction of the pharmacist's carriage. He was what he was before he came and what he looked like after he came.
But after passing by, Woody ran into Enom's carriage convoy. Kaqir and other caravan helpers, who had heard the news earlier, looked at Woody passing by in amazement, but none of them came forward to talk to him.
, Kaqir also looked timid and didn’t know how to greet him.
Woody smiled, said hello, and then walked toward the back of the carriage alone. His goal was not here, and he had no intention of talking to their parents, listening to their praises, and feeling their envy.
None of it makes sense.
Improving his strength and strengthening himself is the secondary purpose of his trip, or one of the two main lines.
In the multiverse, personal strength far outweighs all shortcomings. Instead of thinking about how to improve your prestige in the eyes of everyone, it is better to concentrate on thinking about how to make yourself stronger.
What's more, the road to becoming stronger is now in front of him.
Woody fumbled for the simple black seal ring from the small bag at his waist. The dark purple gemstone shone brightly even in the dim sky.
——"Soul-Eating Ring."
One of the trophies of the Underdark, it is also the core item of his advanced profession "Disaster Blade".
There are quite a few souls inside now, 56, all of which were the products of the Demogorgon followers and goblins he killed last night.
It is estimated that it won't be long before that little bit of free agility, without the blessing of magic, will allow him to reach the threshold of transcendence.
What needs to be prepared now is...
Woody focused on the two numbers in the skill column, immunity and sword skill.
Both of them are worth over 50 points. If you want to advance to the disaster blade, the minimum requirement is 100 points. If you just rely on the 20+ skill points given at each level, his sword skills and immunity will need to be advanced at the same time.
The level requirement is that at least the basic level of the demon hunter must reach about 10.
But naturally he will not slowly grind to level 10. Whether it is fighting on the road or daily training, he has never fallen behind.
However, due to the rain, swordsmanship can only be improved through combat, but immunity is not required.
Soon, with his thoughts diverging, Putao followed the ruts of the convoy aimlessly, until a carriage exuding a strong herbal scent appeared in front of Woody, and he gently pulled the reins and let the carriage go.
Putao stopped in front of the carriage, and at this moment a timely voice of surprise also sounded inside the carriage.
"Big brother, you are here!"
Inside the hatchback carriage that smelled of herbal medicine, the curtains on the window were lifted, revealing a fair and tender face. This was a girl about eleven or twelve years old, with a baby face, a golden braid, and a smile.
It's extremely sweet, but what's a little strange is that a layer of light green stripes is painted on the little girl's lips, just below her nose.
"Oh, it's little Freya, are you identifying herbs?"
Woody, who had been treated by Pharmacist Moore, naturally recognized that this was her granddaughter, Freya. When he saw the herbs in her hand and the ointment under her nose, he knew that the little girl should be learning to identify at this time.
The properties of herbs are also a lesson for demon hunters.
"Yes! Brother, how do you know?" Freya asked innocently, but a dull old voice came from inside the carriage, interrupting her inquiry.
"Let the guests come in. Freya."
"I got it, grandma."
Freya's cheerful face disappeared from the car window, and then the carriage door was opened, and a little girl wearing a dress appeared at the door.
Woody dismounted and entered the carriage without hesitation. He had already made an agreement with the pharmacist yesterday, asking her to help make a unique potion.
