I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 180 Boring Night

He forgot that he was a prince in trouble, he also forgot that he was an unlucky traveler, and he forgot all the things around him that made him panic.

At this moment, he only has one thought - to survive!

Mordred forgot that he was a prince in trouble, forgot that he was an unlucky time traveler, and forgot everything around him that made him panic.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind:

【Live!】

A long time ago, when Mordred stood on the high walls of New Orlando, looking down at the poor residents, he clearly observed the filth and filth of the entire city.

Everywhere in the city, from the broken walls of buildings to the cracks in the cobblestones, is covered with a layer of green rust-like slime.

Mordred didn't know how to describe it, but the first impression it gave people was that it was extremely dangerous.

It was that slippery, greasy substance that made a huge difference to New Orlando's original shiny appearance.

Blend all the food into some dull and boring color, such as mixing a pessimistic deep black with a sticky green, and finally adding a excrement-like tan.

The visual impact is not worth mentioning, but the smell emanating from the entire city is extremely stinky, even ten times worse than the garbage dump I often passed by in my previous life.

Mordred resisted the desire to vomit and began to look at the buildings in the city.

Most of the houses in New Orlando City have a strong Baroque style, while the high-rise buildings are full of Gothic beauty. The integration of the two different styles of buildings gives people a very strange look and feel.

Mordred could imagine that ten years ago, when God's blessing had not turned into a curse, this city was absolutely a flawless work of art.

As far as the eye can see, there stands a tall tower. As one of the landmark buildings of New Orlando City, it is the clock tower that was used to tell the time in the past.

He roughly estimated the distance and found that it was at least three kilometers away from his location.

It was winter at this time, but fortunately he didn't feel cold, because people in New Orlando couldn't feel the temperature.

Mordred walked cautiously towards the city, fearing that he might alert some dangerous guys hiding in the dark.

There was a cobblestone road between the city gate and the building. He chose his footing carefully and let himself slip on the smelly floor. It was not a wise move.

Not far away was an open-air square, and he saw some shadow-like black spots moving slowly.

The people of New Orlando that Mordred had once feared to avoid were so close that even the voices of their conversations could be clearly heard.

They stood sparsely on the edge of dry wells or courtyards that smelled of foul smell. Many people didn't care about it and sat in puddles on the ground.

[These are clearly a bunch of psychopaths] Mordred swallowed and thought about how to pass them safely.

Because it rained heavily the night before, dirty raindrops were hanging everywhere at the moment.

——

"Crack!"

Lancelot's eyes felt a little sore from reading. He closed the book and planned to read it again when he had time.

The boy is still a little confused now. He knows nothing about the names of places or people such as the Kingdom of Essite, Cassano City, Mordred, etc. that appear in the book.

[Why does it look like a time-travel novel? And it’s about torturing the main character? 】

Lancelot was puzzled. The appearance of such a strange novel on Harvey's bookcase proved that the red-robed mage had already read it.

[Why didn’t Harvey mention the name of the book at that time?]

【Am I the only one who can see it?】

What's even more strange is that this book has no signed author and no notes.

The last page is a yellowed blank paper.

But after closing the book, Lancelot didn't seem to feel much sleepy. Although his body had not recovered yet, his mind was still thinking about what happened these days.

It had been a full month and a half since he came to Blackthorn after falling asleep in the academy's gym. He didn't know how Lilith and Frank were living in the other world, but he was not happy here.

Although Lancelot has learned spearmanship in more than a month, learned the instant magic that has been troubled for a long time, and swallowed the dragon crystal given to him by the bard Frank, becoming stronger as fast as a rocket.

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But the boy was still worried every day, as he might die on this yellow sand at any time. Fortunately, because of the protection of Boru and Harvey, he had no danger in the past month and a half.

Lancelot knew very well that he would truly die the day after tomorrow. After all, given the absolute disparity in strength, there was no such thing as luck, and there was no so-called miracle.

【What to do?】

Lancelot let out a long sigh and murmured to himself: "Is this just how he died?"

At this moment, Lancelot's heart was broken. Harvey and Boru could deal with the dangers outside, but the battle in the arena was entirely up to them. These five guys were not as easy to play with as the night elves.

Moreover, the duel with the night elves was the first game that Lancelot truly participated in alone. Before this, no one except Harvey knew the boy's strength and attack methods.

Needless to say, the opponents he encountered later had already made a comprehensive analysis of him just like Lancelot had done today. Head-on confrontation was obviously not going to work.

Lancelot recited the space spell silently, threw the book back to the different dimension, then took out the pile of information from the space crack and looked through it carefully, and found that the five opponents he was about to face were not good.

Even the weakest one among them is still stronger than himself.

Especially when Harvey introduced the high elf, he left a deep impression on him.

That guy has maintained a record of unbeatable wins since he entered the competition. Because he did not participate in many games, he ranked low in the standings.

According to the rules of the Black Thorn Competition qualifiers, he could not directly enter the finals, so he had to compete with Lancelot for the last promotion spot.

[No, we must think of a way to survive and win in this game.]

"Bang!"

Lancelot punched the iron bed board with his fist, trying to vent the annoyance accumulated in his heart.

A sharp pain suddenly hit his knuckles. He touched the spot where his fist had just fallen and found that a big hole had been made in the iron sheet.

"Alas" the boy sighed helplessly, and then used restoration magic to restore the bed board to its original state.

"Crack!"

Lancelot snapped his fingers, and the milky white light ball floating in the air disappeared instantly.

The darkness around him carried the cold and damp breath, which penetrated into the boy's nostrils, seeming to corrode his whole body on the bed.

Lancelot thought for a long time, but still had no clue. Gradually, he felt sleepy, and the boy closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

(End of chapter)