I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 143. He Was Serious!

Nelwin was silent and followed him obediently.

"What's that?" She asked after a while.

"The Mirage Demon is a level 20 Sludge Monster. Its specialty is that it can transform into other creatures. It's like a mirage, which means that Saxson is indeed not far away."

"How did you find out?"

"Didn't you notice that Saxson's posture when he fell to the ground looked a little familiar?"

"Familiar? What do you mean by familiar?"

Nelwin recalled for a few seconds and said, "You're talking about the posture that was imprinted in the DNA?"

"Yes, that was optimized by the Mirage Demon. There must have been other players who entered here in advance and made similar complaints. The Mirage Demon collected this information and deliberately made it look like this when it transformed later." Char pouted.

That was the only explanation he could come up with. In fact, the Mirage Demon's illusion was mind-reading in the true sense. It was not a data extraction or technical means, but a pure spell. It was an illusion that could not be explained by any program or rules. It would be terrible if the players found out that their minds were read while they were playing games.

Fortunately, the Mirage Demon could only read minds on a superficial level and only captured the first thought that flashed through Nelwin's mind when he saw Saxson.

As for why he was so decisive, it was not because of this nonsensical explanation. The Mirage Demon was very weak, so weak that it was outrageous, so its disguise was very strong.

After so many years of fighting, it had already become a subconscious reaction for him to fight first and talk later!

It was not a vital point anyway.

The broken walls of the City Lord's mansion were shrouded in a layer of purple-black fog, and the visibility was terrible. Even if Nelwin released the sentries, she would not be able to see anything. She simply pricked up her ears and carefully guarded his surroundings.

They did not encounter any monsters on the way, but they did see many eggs that were bulging on the walls.

[Egg of Disaster]

Naturally, these things were not as huge as the ones Zin'rokh had seen in Zin'rokh's lair. They were only the size of eggs. Once they were broken, the effect would not be so bad that it would turn one into an idiot. Instead, it would slow down one's movements and reduce one's attributes.

However, to the natives, it also had the effect of magnifying the dark side of their hearts.

"This way."

Char seemed to have found his direction, and Nelwin quickly followed.

"What did you find?"

[The nutrient for the egg is 'inner despair'.]

Nelwin laughed out loud.

Seeing Char's gaze sweep over her, she felt a sense of pressure and shrunk her neck.

"Nothing, please continue!"

Even though he was vague, he did not want to avoid the important part.

Nelwin noticed his seriousness and snorted in her heart. Was it not just a game?

"And then?" She asked.

"If you follow the path of chaos, you will be able to find the source. The eggs along the way are getting bigger and bigger, which means we are getting closer and closer to our target, which is the source."

Char lowered his voice. The Egg of Chaos on the wall beside him had already grown to the size of a fist.

This was probably the limit of the magic eggs outside the nest. The upper limit of this thing was highly dependent on the density of mana. Not everything could grow to the fearsome extent that it had tentacles and eyes, like in the Zin'rokh's lair, which was tens of centimeters tall.

The ones in front of him looked like rotten preserved eggs.

After crossing a wall, he saw a warm golden light.

It was a golden cocoon of light that was more than one meter tall, with a golden and red light on the outside.

Saxson stood next to the cocoon of light. His robe was in tatters, and he held a sword with a bent blade in his hand. His face was ferocious, but there was a half-clear light struggling in his eyes.

Not all Elves practiced both physical and demonic arts, but it was normal for them to have some swordsmanship.

However, the problem was that Saxson's sword was aimed at the cocoon of light.

Seeing this, Char quickly pounced on him and kicked him over.

He looked like he was on the verge of being demonized. If this guy became the leader of the nest, it would be a terrible scene.

A level 60 Elven Mage, even if he did not gain any buffs and only became a leader, would still be a big deal. He had to solve this problem at the root.

Saxson was kicked to the ground by Char, and before he could get up, two arrows with ropes tied to their backs shot at him from a very subtle distance.

The arrow pierced through the robe and nailed to the ground, and the saxophone was instantly bound by rope.

He still wanted to struggle, but a sword was placed on his neck. The flames on the sword burned him so hot that he let out a painful groan.

However, the pain cleared Saxson's vision.

Char then put away his sword.

Even if he was slightly demonized, Saxson was still a Mage. At such a close distance, and with the debuff of [Mana Wail], it would be too embarrassing if he could not restrain a Mage.

"It's you?"

Saxson's eyes turned red. He grabbed Char's collar and scolded, "What enmity do you have with me? Look at all this good stuff you've done!"

Char let Saxson grab him without getting angry.

Even if he told them clearly, they would not believe him. "There's a khorium site under your house. Your house will go to heaven, either today or tomorrow. I've also saved the people of a city for you. You have to build a seven-story pagoda for me."

This kind of words could not be explained clearly. Even if they were explained, it would not be clear.

People did not believe in 'if', but they kept talking about 'if' because there were no 'if' in life, and there was no way to prove it.

This was the most shameless nonsense, and also the most perfect self-consolation.

"No one died in the city. Your family and servants are all fine outside the city. Your subjects are also fine." Char said, pointing at the dark clouds of mana in the sky. "The treasure I was talking about is this thing. Do you think I made it? Then who am I? Zin'rokh? The Son of The Abyss? If I were like this, would I let you grab my collar?"

Saxson was stunned for a few seconds, snorted coldly, and let go of his hand.

With a few words, Char understood what was going on. The other party knew some information, some information that he thought was nonsense. He would not have believed these things if they had been told in advance, so he might as well use this method to help.

'But why are you so extreme?'

Although he was still angry, he did not do anything extreme.

Saxson took a deep breath and looked around. He found that the mana was getting denser and denser.

"Is there any way to suppress it?" He asked.

Char could not help but think highly of this Duke.

In the past, Ortlinde would not have appeared so early. When the incident broke out, Saxson would either be unable to get a word in the Royal Court's team, or he would have been killed by the explosion. Char had always been curious. If the other party was still alive and had personally experienced this, would he try to protect himself or take responsibility?

It seemed that he had the answer.

Although the younger generation of Elves was annoying, the other party was a classic elderly Elf. Pride came from the feelings that they held in their hearts, not the attitude that was written on their faces to show off.

He had three identities. A citizen of Andaheim, the Lord of a City, a man, and the head of a family.

The three together formed a heavy word.

Responsibility.