Chapter 522: History Of The Absolute Heaven

A grand procession of wooden wagons traveled across the territory of the Lizardmen.

Sharroc, Drazzat, and the Warriors of the Varesti Tribe escorted the Wanderers to ensure that the other LIzardmen Tribes wouldn't harass the humans who helped them end the war.

The Ratmen also volunteered to come, but Thirteen told them that having Ratatoskr was enough as an escort from their race.

With a heavy heart, they bid their farewell to Zion and repeatedly told Ratatoskr to make sure that the boy wouldn't abuse the power of the Shard of Origin to command their race into submission.

Being ordered by someone like the Goblin Emperor to start a war was something that they didn't want to experience a second time.

No matter how much Thirteen assured them that he wouldn't do such a thing, it was still very hard for the Ratmen to not feel anxious since he might change his mind anytime.

Ratatoskr traveled alongside Zion's wagon, which was at the head of the caravan.

Drazzat was also on the other side of Thirteen's wagon, acting like an escort, while Sharroc played the role of coachman.

It had been two days since they started their journey, and according to Sharroc, it would take them two days more to arrive at their destination with their current pace.

For the most part, the journey was uneventful.

With so many humans and Lizardmen traveling together, it was impossible not to alarm the monsters in their path.

Whether they were a herd of monsters or monsters who hunted in groups, they made sure to stay away from Thirteen's caravan, which had enough fighting force to annihilate them.

They traveled alongside the river, which had plenty of fish to feed everyone during the long journey.

The Lizardmen were more than happy to catch fish for their benefactors, who were all headed to the place where none of the Lizardmen dared to stay for so long.

The Wanderers, who numbered over six hundred, were being managed by the captains that Thirteen had carefully handpicked.

As for the Cygni Faction? Thirteen didn't touch their group and allowed Sean to manage them like he usually did.

Leon actually wanted to lead a group of his own but ultimately decided that it was much better to just stay with his faction for the time being.

"It's too peaceful," Sherry said while carving the block of wood in her hand. "It's like we just entered the eye of the storm."

"Well, you're not wrong," Thirteen, who was also carving a wooden block of wood, replied. "Once we enter the one-way portal, I believe that things will no longer be as easy-going as they are now."

"Well, I hope that we won't have to do that," Erica commented. "Just thinking of fighting hordes of Jinns is enough to give me nightmares."

Although Erica was now powerful in her own right, she was still not too keen on facing hundreds of monsters at the same time.

Thirteen, on the other hand, remained silent because he knew that overthinking things would not do them any good.

"Just wait until we get our second mission," Thirteen stated. "Don't scare yourselves silly."

"But what if it does happen?" Sherry asked. "What if we are forced to go to the other side of the wall and defeat the monsters there?"

"Then we do it." Thirteen shrugged. "Since that is the only way for us to go home, we will just have to do everything in our power to complete our next mission."

"You make it sound easy, Zion." Erica gave the teenage boy a thumbs up. "I approve."

Meanwhile, Drazzat, who overheard what the three teenagers were talking about, frowned.

Many of their people had tried to enter the one-way portal to see what was on the other side of it.

They believed that even though it might take a long time, some of them would eventually return to their homeland and inform everyone about what they saw on the other side.

But none of these Lizardmen returned, which made the Great Chieftain decide to no longer send their people to the Stronghold of Wenpolis.

Truth be told, Drazzat was thinking of accompanying Zion and the others, wanting to see what lay on the other side of the portal.

Although he was feeling a bit anxious about the idea that he might not be able to return to his tribe, the temptation of finding the truth was making him reconsider.

Since he had already assigned a Vice Chieftain, who would govern while he was away, it really didn't matter whether he left the Varesti Tribe or not.

'I'll cross the bridge when I get there,' Drazzat thought.

However, although he tried hard to deny it, he had already made his decision.

Two days later...

The Wenpolis Stronghold finally appeared in their sight, making the Wanderers sigh in relief.

However, before they could even do anything, they heard a notification sound inside their heads, making them check their status page at the same time.