Chapter 705 Heading In The Wrong Direction
Astaroth nodded his head before stepping toward the woman. As he did, so did all the players behind him, as well as Phoenix and Rodney.
The guards surrounding them suddenly drew their weapons, pointing them at the players.
Instantly, spells were primed, and weapons were drawn on both sides. n.(o)/v..e//l/(b./I-/n
"Woah woah woah woah!" Astaroth shouted, raising his hands toward both sides.
The woman before Astaroth looked at him with a serious face.
"I'm afraid your troops will have to stay here. We will allow the queen and your commander to accompany you, but no more."
Astaroth frowned at her.
"Couldn't you have just told us so? It would have been better than just raising?your weapons on them, no?"
The woman nodded her head with an apologetic look.
"I am sorry, King Astaroth. I had expected you above most would understand the need to keep combat-ready troops away from the inside of a royal establishment. Your men can be brought to a separate building to wait under our supervision. But they cannot accompany you."
Astaroth nodded, already feeling the exasperation climbing inside him.
'It's almost like they want to pull power plays on us. This is already becoming troublesome.'
The cat looked at the Fey player with a venomous gaze before shutting its mouth. But not before some low-voiced grumbling.
They were still on Khalor's trail, even though Chronos was almost certain the undead player was no longer there. He had read online reports that the undead drake that was so often seen with him had landed back in Bastion City on the second day of their trip on the ocean.
But he wasn't going to say this to Nebulae.
Since he had been travelling with the cat, the constant tapping into the web of time from the little bugger had allowed Chronos to grasp how the web could work for him a lot better. He wasn't at a point where he could read the threads that well, but he had started to glimpse into them willingly, instead of coincidentally.
Unfortunately, even if he could tap into them to see in time, he hadn't been able to tell what part of it he read, and he could glimpse a few seconds of his own accord. The only time he saw more was when the web deemed he should see more.
But in time, Chronos was certain the web would obey him much more. For now, however, he was still only its guest.
And since he wasn't in a hurry to find Khalor, given his progress while following the divine pain in his ass, he wouldn't tell him the player was no longer where they were going.
He only hoped they would reach land soon. At least on land, Nebulae seemed to act normal.
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In the meantime, back on the light continent, the player in question, Khalor, was travelling across the skies, heading toward a secluded area in the northern mountain ranges. This was his next destination.
When Khalor had landed back in Bastion City, it had been to give codes and coordinates to a Demonoid capital portal, which he had gained as a reward from the Demonoid king, in the territory he had defended.
With these, it opened up a new player base for the less popular races of New Eden, and meant they could get a more diversified player base in Paragon. But he hadn't done this for no reason.
Khalor knew a few of the players on the dark continent were actually key to pushing back the invasion when it would begin full-on. And every player that could be useful, he would make sure, led back to Paragon.
It had become his goal. His mission.