Chapter 415: The Skull of Augustus

Translator: Lonelytree

Further up was a slightly narrower platform.

The only difference was that there were some dead trees planted there. Their shape was very similar to the ominous tree below.

Matthew guessed that this was a Witherer ritual.

These should be the few trees that were relatively strong when they were alive.

He could feel the dilapidated aura from these trees. Even if he stayed beside them.

He also seemed to feel that his life was draining faster.

This was the origin of the Winter of All Things ritual ground.

Through this ritual, the Witherer used the hot and humid snowflakes as a medium to spread the power of withering, restlessness, and destruction.

They instigated all life to self-destruct and wither rapidly, absorbing the power of nature to maintain and even increase their own strength.

All things would eventually wither. The witherers would encourage others to wither sooner, but as the spokespeople, the witherers would wither later than others.

This was the Order of Withering’s doctrine.

Matthew and Rheagar quickly destroyed the trees there.

The ritual was broken.

Hint: You have destroyed the Witherer’s Ritual Field, Winter of All Things. You have received an additional 100 Strengthening EXP!

Destruction is always simpler than creation and maintenance.”

He felt the collapse of the ritual ground.

Matthew was rather emotional.

The buildings on this floor were exactly the same as the ones below. Other than the camp built by the Witherers, there were also treehouses or mud buildings left behind by the cloud elves.

These buildings were far from being beautiful, but they were closely arranged on the platform in the air, giving off an independent beauty.

In the end.

The two of them arrived at the highest level.

There was a sharp tree tower here. To the east of the tree tower was a huge tent. There were spell traps beside the tent. They should be Spencer’s things. Matthew and Soldier spent a lot of effort to open a path in the trap.

They walked into the tent.

A hammock came into view, and the space behind the hammock was isolated. One could vaguely hear the sound of crying inside.

Rheagar stepped forward and opened the curtain. The room was filled with animal cages, and more than 30 frogman babies were crying uneasily inside.

There was also an experiment table in the middle.

Beside the experiment table were two corpses of young frogmen.

On the board was a heart that had been cut open.

There was also an experiment diary with a purple cover.

Matthew frowned and opened the experiment log. There were not many words in it, so he took a few glances.

I heard that before the ascension of the Heavenly Palace, the mad frogmen were the spawns of a god who controlled the time domain.

Therefore, the royal family of the mad frogmen had a lifespan comparable to that of the wood elves.

Unlike other races, the royal blood of the mad frogmen was evenly spread on every young frogman.

In the process of growing up, they might awaken the royal bloodline and become an upper-class caste with golden skin. The above information came from the Alliance Library.

I think it’s all bullsh * t.

Today, I cut out three young ones. Even in their hearts, I didn’t find a drop of royal blood.

It can be seen that the Alliance itself is a bunch of bullsh * t.

Working with the Witherer is really stupid.

These people were poor and smelly.

I wouldn’t have taken a character like Quinna even if she had thrown herself at me before.

However, after leaving the Alliance, such opportunities became rare.

I must seize every opportunity to vent.

Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to restrain my urge to cast spells again.

Damn it, it’s so itchy. I really want to cast a spell, even if it’s a tongue of fire!

So the reason why the Witherers were willing to help me steal the frogmen’s babies was because they hoped to anger the frogmen and make them fall into the Withering Domain.

What a bunch of lunatics.

What was so good about the Withering Domain?

I’ve decided that no matter how much Queena tries to seduce me, I’ll reject her tonight.

I couldn’t refuse Quinna.

Because the urge to cast spells was getting more and more serious.

I could feel it gnawing at my bones.

It was definitely not an illusion.

Heart-eating insects really existed.

I don’t have much time left.

I have to do something for that lord.

Only then would I have a chance to survive.

Damn it, ordinary mad frogmen can’t do it. I want the blood of the real mad frogmen royalty!

I played a little new tricks with Quinna today.

My butt is hurting a little now.

I had to instruct the kitchen to put less chilli in my food.

Sigh.

My waist hurts too.

Fortunately, the symptoms of the spellcasting impulse had been greatly reduced today.

I’ll have the energy to cut a few more frogman cubs, and I can also speed up the pace of deciphering the secret door.

I missed the Alliance.

Perhaps I should go back and turn myself in after I’ve deciphered the secret door.

Even if I have to stay in the prison of Black Isotta Mountain, it would be better than staying in this damn place.

Yes, I’ve decided.

He didn’t expect that even though this guy didn’t write in his diary, he wrote his thoughts in his experiment diary.

There wasn’t much information about the experiment in the log.

But Spencer complained a lot.

It was a pity.

Spencer had no chance to turn himself in.

Matthew and Rheagar decided to inform the Frogmen Tribe to save their children.

Matthew left this matter to Rheagar.

The Mad Frogmen had always respected the Alliance Mages, and Matthew would not benefit much if he were to step in personally.

However, if it was Rhaegar, it meant that there would be more opportunities for friendship between Rolling Stone Town and the Mad Frogmen Tribe. Since it was a favour, Matthew was naturally happy to give it to him.

The two of them split up.

Rheagar went down to look for the village of the mad frogmen.

Matthew came to the tree tower outside the tent.

In the centre of the tree tower was the secret door that Spencer had mentioned in his experiment log.

Matthew walked over.

He placed his hands on the secret door.

Hint: You have discovered the portal door of the ruins on the cloud

(abandoned

/encrypted)!

Do you want to try deciphering it?