Chapter 27

Using his flying technique, he hurriedly arrived at the previous mountain peak and found the raptor named Luke that he had hitched a ride with during his first chase of Licos. The bird nearly fell off the cliff when it saw Sigma, but after he waved at it, it reluctantly approached, showing how much psychological damage Sigma had inflicted on it.

The raptor had a spirit and actually recognized the way. It carried Sigma up into the clouds and sped towards the half-orc valley like the wind.

Now, the Nolen continent was divided among various forces, and wars had been raging for centuries. A three-dimensional war system had gradually been established. In addition to mages, who were like all-purpose turrets, each country and faction also tamed and manufactured flying magical beasts and aerial puppets. Whether as personal combat pets or as organized units, eagles were very popular.

"Thinking about it, I don't even have a pet. Speaking of which, it's really a failure to be a穿越者, especially a Western fantasy type. Shouldn't I have a spatial ring and a bonded magical beast?" Sigma sat on the broad back of the raptor, examining the majestic-looking eagle and stroked his chin, "Do you want to be my little brother? Your bones are quite unique, how about naming you F-35? No, having a personal eagle as a pet seems a bit off. There's a precedent, like the one-armed heavy sword knight from my previous life, who had a large eagle... No, no, I won't take you as my little brother."

The raptor seemed to understand human speech and let out a joyful cry, as if relieved. The bird didn't realize what a great opportunity it had missed and flew even faster.

Sigma drove the raptor to land near the valley, as usual, nailed a few wild beasts for it to feast on, and then let it go.

He quickly arrived at the cave entrance from last time and walked into the valley through the winding path. On this journey, Sigma was cautious and tense, fearing he might find an empty or blood-soaked valley. If such a thing happened, though it wouldn't haunt him for life, it would certainly make him very upset.

Fortunately, he heard footsteps. The phosphorescent light condensed by the power of death illuminated the face of a robust half-orc with a human body and a leopard head. The half-orc's eyes, which glowed a faint green, reflected Sigma's image. Its wariness turned to fear, and it shouted, "You are Dancing with Wolves! Why are you here! Didn't Bitter Wind tell you? Now is not the time to visit a good friend, quickly go! Quickly go!"

Sigma was confused and asked, "What do you mean? What's not the right time?"

"Today is the King's inspection day of the tribe! Although you are our friend, the King may not recognize you! If you are killed... it's too late!" It gritted its teeth, eyes flashing with a fierce light, and turned to shield Sigma, "Dancing with Wolves, I don't know how long I can hold on, take this chance to run!"

Sigma was bewildered by its words and was about to ask when a great sense of danger rose in his heart. Without hesitation, the necromancer pulled out a Scroll of Death's Roar from his mage bag under his robe, unfolded a corner, and his mental power smoothly triggered the spell model on the scroll. He calmly said to the dark cave, "I am Sigma-Washington of the Atlas Necromancy Academy. You can learn my identity from this scroll. I have three more such Holy Domain-level spell scrolls. I don't know who you are or if these scrolls can harm you, but I am certain that once a Holy Domain or even a Legendary spell is released, the masters of the Florence Academy and my teachers will certainly sense it. If things get out of hand, it might trigger a war. I ask you, can you handle it!?"

The intense killing intent continued to stimulate Sigma's nerves, cold sweat trickled down his back, but he didn't blink, staring intently at the dark cave entrance, and slowly said, "Do you want to take a risk? I played hide and seek with a Holy Domain necromancer for two years, and I have some experience in fighting above my level. Are you sure you can keep me here in this confined space?"

Finally, a cold voice came from inside the cave, clearly distorted by air magic, making the tone somewhat unnatural: "You should know that sometimes, excessive curiosity can be fatal. Don't say anything about this. As you said, if things get out of hand, one more death won't matter much."

Sigma remained expressionless, but a chill still ran through him. This matter indeed had the shadow of a druid.

The intense killing intent slowly dissipated. Sigma calmed his racing heart and slowly exhaled. He still didn't relax his vigilance, but the leopard-headed man was already drenched in sweat, collapsing against the wall.

"Damn... that was close." Sigma released a few reconnaissance puppet bugs and cast a heightened perception spell on himself, re-establishing the first-level danger alert for mages, before helping the leopard-headed man up, "You don't seem to have much combat experience. The more critical the moment, the less you should relax your vigilance. What if the opponent is a despicable, shameless, and utterly unscrupulous scoundrel who pretends to leave but actually lurks in the shadows, waiting to strike you down?"

As he spoke, he expanded his mental perception to the maximum, still detecting no abnormal fluctuations, and only then did he relax a bit. He noticed that the robust leopard-headed man was still trembling, drenched in sweat, and his eyes still held an unshakeable fear, clearly terrified to the core.

"Is the 'King' you mentioned that terrifying? And I didn't hear anything about a 'King' yesterday." Sigma casually asked, but the leopard-headed man only smiled bitterly, unable to speak.

"Still scared? To this extent?" Sigma frowned, then looked into the depths of the cave, raising an eyebrow, "It seems the one who can answer my questions is coming."

Rapid, chaotic footsteps sounded, and a dozen burly half-orcs, led by the bull-headed elder, hurriedly arrived. Seeing the standing Sigma and the dejected leopard-headed man, they immediately understood what had happened.

The elder said nothing, walked forward, and slapped the leopard-headed man hard, sending the robust half-orc flying several meters and crashing into the wall, "You fool, don't you care about your life!"

"Being forcibly confined here is no different from death!" The leopard-headed man, finding strength from somewhere, shouted hoarsely, "I'd rather die trying to escape from that monster than spend my whole life in this small valley, putting on a brave face, living in fear, and waiting to die!"

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