Chapter 211

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Chapter 211

On top of a giant sand dune, a dozen figures dressed in camouflage robes the same color as the sand lay prone.

From their vantage point, they had a clear view of Zeon clashing with the Orcs.

Their eyes, hidden beneath their robes, trembled.

"What is that?"

"What did I just see?"

Their faces showed unmistakable disbelief.

They had arrived just five minutes earlier, right before Zeon began his confrontation with the Orcs.

At first, they had ridiculed Zeon.

He seemed like a fool, walking alone toward the group of Orcs.

They thought he was either suicidal or too naive to understand how terrifying Orcs were.

They expected Zeon to be torn apart by the Orc Riders in an instant, as had happened to many Elves and Dwarves before.

But what they imagined did not occur.

Suddenly, a sandstorm arose, engulfing the Orcs and grinding them to nothing in an instant.

It was a sight they had never seen before.

They couldn't even conceive that such a thing was possible.

At first, they thought it was a natural phenomenon.

Sometimes, the desert storms were so fierce that they could sweep away everything in their path. But grinding living creatures to nothing was beyond their understanding.

Yet the impossible was happening right before their eyes.

They instinctively knew that the man who had recklessly advanced was the one who had summoned the sandstorm that obliterated the Orcs.

‘Did a human do that?’

‘What kind of awakening skill is that?’

Their eyes filled with fear as they watched Zeon.

If the skill that wiped out the Orcs could do the same to them, leaving no trace behind, they had every reason to be afraid.

Among those lying on the sand dune, a particularly slim figure and a stout one quietly conversed.

"What should we do? Make contact?"

"Make contact with a human? The elders would never allow it."

"Then should we withdraw?"

"Now that the Orc Riders are gone, let's retreat."

The two signaled the others to retreat. The group lying on the sand dune cautiously withdrew.

Although Zeon couldn't see their location, they needed to be careful.

They carefully descended the sand dune.

At the bottom of the dune, a dozen Bactrian Camels were waiting for them.

They mounted the camels and immediately left the sand dune.

"Hyah!"

"Cha!"

They spurred the camels to run faster across the desert.

The leader of the group murmured to himself.

"Who would have thought there would be such a human?"

The scene they had just witnessed remained vividly in his mind.

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed.

"Controlling sand. Could he be a Sand Mage?"

"There's no such thing as a Sand Mage. He must have used another skill to create a similar effect."

The stout man riding beside him responded curtly.

"But we saw it with our own eyes."

"Humans are naturally cunning and skilled in deception. That man is surely no different. A Sand Mage? That's nonsense..."

The stout man vehemently denied the slim man's opinion. The slim man said no more.

After riding the camels for nearly half a day, they arrived in the middle of the desert, where there was nothing.

There were no landmarks or objects to use for orientation.

This was their destination.

After confirming that there was no one around, the slim man cautiously stepped forward.

"Invisible light, veil of illusion, door that does not open, water that flows backward. Door of truth hidden by illusion, reveal your true form to me."

Suddenly, a blue light erupted before him.

Lines of light rapidly traced a magic circle in the air.

Once the magic circle was complete, a large door appeared before them.

The elders frowned and listened intently to the Dwarf.

After a moment, they spoke.

"So, the Orc Riders were wiped out by a human."

"Yes."

"A human that powerful."

The elders exchanged cautious glances.

The six of them had governed this village for a long time.

To them, humans were untrustworthy beings.

"What are the chances that humans will come here?"

"Currently, it's impossible to say."

The Elf who had gone on the recon mission answered carefully.

"Seina! I'm disappointed. Your duty is to identify anything that threatens the village."

The old Elf looked at the returning Elf with a disappointed expression.

The Elf's name was Seina.

At that moment, the Dwarf who had gone on the recon mission spoke up.

"It's clear that humans are quite strong. So why not use them?"

"Delloru, do you have an idea?"

"Lead the humans to the Orc horde."

"Make them attack each other?"

"Exactly. They'll fight each other to destruction, and our village will be safe."

"Good idea."

The elders' eyes gleamed sharply.

They spoke in low voices, making sure Seina and Delloru couldn't hear.

Watching them, Seina bit her lip.

'No! We can't exploit humans like that...'

But she couldn't voice her thoughts.

In this place, the elders' authority was absolute.

Thanks to them, the village had survived, and defying them was unthinkable.

Finally, the elders made their decision.

"Very well. You two will handle this."

"Don't worry."

"Remember, no harm must come to the village."

"Of course. I'll take care of it without any impact on the village."

Delloru pounded his chest and made a bold promise.

The elders looked at Delloru with satisfaction.

"We trust you."

* * *

When the sun sets, the scorching sand quickly cools, and the temperature drops to an unbelievable low.

Wearing thin clothes during the day and not having proper shelter at night could lead to freezing to death. Many had died that way.

But this was not an issue for Zeon's group.

Zeon moved the sand to dig a pit large enough for four people.

Once they were inside, he moved the sand again to cover the top, creating a sturdy shelter in an instant.

"No matter how many times I see it, it's amazing."

Eloy shook her head in disbelief.

She recalled the scene where Zeon had annihilated the Orc Riders with a sandstorm.

Just thinking about it gave her goosebumps.

She still couldn't forget the sight.

She doubted if any adversary could match Zeon in the desert.

Eloy didn't think so.

She couldn't imagine Zeon kneeling before anyone in the desert.

'What if he harbors ill intentions towards Neo Seoul?'

Shudder!

The mere thought made her tremble.

Unconsciously, Eloy tightly hugged the Mad Gumiho and looked at Zeon.

'I can only hope he doesn't become hostile toward Neo Seoul and humanity...'

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