Chapter 414



414 Who Will Win?

Selma Payne’s POV:

There were almost no traces of civilization to the west of the city-state, not even the ‘ruins’.

The destruction stopped just two or three kilometers away from the shelter, which made me a little scared. Fortunately, I had taken care of Kafka. The consequences would have been unimaginable if it had dragged on for another minute.

We rushed to the shelter and heard deafening roars and wails from afar.

Almost all of the existing forces were outside the shelter to fight against the other mutant werewolves. Even the wounded Garland City’s mayor used his recovered arm to fight against the enemy.

“Hey! Be careful!” I flew over to help him kick away a wanderer who tried to sneak attack and broke his neck with a backhand.

“Thank you, child!” The mayor shook away a wanderer that was pouncing on him. These wanderers seemed to be mutating as well. He pulled the elven soldiers who had fallen to the ground and quickly retreated to the protection range of New Flow.

“How’s the situation?” I asked.

The mayor shook his head and said with a serious face, “It was very difficult for us to resist. These mutated wild dogs are very difficult to deal with. If our people are not careful, they will be in danger of contamination. I could only get most of the injured to get the civilians to the shelter. Fortunately, you came in time. Otherwise, we don’t know how long we could have lasted.”

New Flow was a dimension-lowering attack to any force, and the howling mutated werewolves were quickly eradicated. However, not all wanderers were contaminated by evil forces. After seeing the few remaining members of Azazel’s party who could stand up on the battlefield, I immediately realized that there was still a tough battle to fight.

Behind Locke and some of the old faces who had attacked the palace that day was Adele, still in a daze. She didn’t care about the battlefield but just stared at the vast sky.

“Locke, it’s you.” I stared at his frivolous eyes and almost couldn’t suppress the anger in my heart.

“Good Morning, Your Highness.” Locke bowed exaggeratedly and laughed. “Fate has brought us together. Fate has given us so many disgraceful opportunities to meet.”

I didn’t want to argue with him, so I said, “So you’ve now changed from a Leviathan follower to a lackey of Azazel? Speaking of which, you seemed to have sworn to give up everything for the descent of Azazel back at the Rocky Mountains. It’s suspicious. Who did you sell your soul to? Or are Leviathan and Azazel so close that they can share one fan base?”

Locke laughed exaggeratedly. “You’re so sharp! Unfortunately, those big shots don’t care about such a provocation. Of course, I’m loyal to my Lord, but if it’s for my Lord, it’s fine to give a little bit of loyalty to others occasionally.”

So he was indeed a Leviathan follower, but why was he leading the believers of Azazel?

And what about Kafka? Did he worship Leviathan or Azazel?

I looked at the half-unconscious Kafka wrapped up in the river and felt there must be some secret plot between the two.

“We’ve lost today’s battle,” Locke said dejectedly, but he didn’t seem to care about it, as if the corpses on the ground were not his ‘colleagues’. “But it doesn’t matter. No matter what, we have achieved our goal.”

They had achieved their goal?

The garland of the Goddess of Nature!

I immediately gave the mayor a look. He looked at me and nodded.

The garland was still safe?

What did Locke mean by that?

Did they not come for the garland? They had no reason to attack Garland City. They couldn’t have come here to waste their limited power, right?

As I was puzzled, Dorothy suddenly said anxiously, “Something happened, Selma! There was an attack at the southwest border. A small group of wanderers escaped the search of the patrol team and went missing at the edge of the Elf Forest!”

What?

I suddenly looked up at Loke’s smiling yet not smiling face. I suddenly had the answer to everything.

A plan to lure the tiger out of the mountain! We’d fallen for such a clumsy scheme!

Be it the team of mutant werewolves in the west of the city or Azazel’s party led by Locke, they might not be the main force here to fight for the garland of the Goddess of Nature as we thought.

The other party guessed that we would be on guard, so they made a bold decision to use most of the living forces as bait and put me and the entire elf race’s attention on Garland City, so that the people who secretly planned to escape could do so through the southwest border with weak defense.

The large-scale city-states on the southwest border, Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, had all become ghost towns, and their defenses were weak. And we subconsciously thought that these wanderers would not be bold enough to escape back to the werewolves. Thus, the southwest border became a blind spot!

However, after thinking through this, there was another problem. The garland of the Goddess of Nature was fine, and there was no news of any theft in the Elven Capital CIty. What did the cultists take away?

Suddenly, I recalled the many legends that Klein had told me.