Chapter 370 The Disaster That Was Wrought In Sloria [Part 1]
Jeci yawned a little bit, stretched and walked out of the tent.
Just as she did, Ellis jammed her, hurriedly stopping in front of her.
She frowned a little bit, observing his hasty demeanor before asking,
"Young boy, what is wrong?"
"North. North. He left away…"
The lady's frown got darker. She grabbed his black rough shirt and easily pulled him to herself, slightly lifting his legs off the ground.
"Huh? What did you say?"
"Northern, he left on his own to an enemy stronghold. To save a friend."
Jeci narrowed her eyes and released his shirt. He almost stumbled as his feet touched the ground.
She squeezed her fists together, relieving the tension on her joints with a wild grin marring her face.
"Take me to this enemy stronghold. I'm not gonna let him have all the fun."
Annette suddenly walked up to her, smiling.
"What a coincidence, I happen to be going there myself."
Jeci's facial expression suddenly contorted with heavy scrutiny of the lady standing opposite her.
Annette seemed to have even grown more scars, her muscles coiled tautly, like their cords of fibers have been drawn tighter by the progress of her soul.
Plus she was wearing an armless top, displaying the scars on both her arms like some trophy, her jacket was slumped over her shoulder.
Her hair seemed longer too, and this time braided, so she looked less like a fiery drunkard.
Behind her was a lady that seemed like the most beautiful thing that had been cut out of an ebony rock, carved by divine hands.
The shape of her body made spit dry in the throats of men, despite being in a desolate land like this one.
Annette smiled once more and asked when Jeci was not saying anything.
"Would you like to go with us?"
The lady looked at Annette and the lady behind her.
"We are also friends of Northern," she added.
Jeci finally nodded.
"Fine… take me there."
Annette smiled and nodded. All of them headed towards the same direction and walked out of the camp.
Meanwhile.
Northern stood at the gate of Sloria stronghold.
The last time he was here he had come in through the back tunnel, in order to avoid the eyes of the drifters, safely do what they came for and pull out.
But today, he was here to wreck nothing but havoc on this place.
As his eyes gleamed with a mad light, Mr. Fluffy also seemed to resonate the feeling, causing the air to blow forward with his low, rumbling growl.
Northern squinted his eyes, tentatively looking at the wooden gate.
Compared to the one at the shelter, this one was like a mammoth.
Rods of dried, bamboo-like woods hammered together to create a formidable and unbreakable wall of some sort.
There were towers to the left edge and right edge of the gate.
And by now, drifters from that tower should be aiming at Northern with whatever talent abilities they have in order to confirm his identity before letting him in.
But the place looked deserted.
The gate although was closed.
Northern patted Mr. Fluffy a little bit, the white beast slowly strode forward, its furs dancing proudly in the gentle sandy wind.
Northern slid down from him and walked to the gate. He knocked on it and waited for a few seconds.
There was no response.
Then he knocked again, this time more aggressively.
There was still no response.
He breathed in, calmly placing his five fingers on the wood at the same time closing his eyes.
He breathed out.
And quickly folded his hand to a fist, lunging it forward without even the slightest waste of movement.
His hand punched a hole through the thick bamboo. Afterwards, everything seemed to calm down slowly.
It looked like the best his fist had done was to delve a hole into the wooden gate.
But Northern knew what he was aiming for.
Using Chaos Eyes, he had detected the weakest point of the gate ligature structures and attacked that particular area.
He slowly stepped back and as he did, the gate began to tremble.
Northern looked up and watched as cracks ran from one bamboo to the next, everything began to break apart heavily, like something was splitting them apart from inside out.
Eventually, the entire wall structure not just of the main gate but the entire wall crumbled before Northern.
Even the towers crashed to the ground and broke apart, however they were not really affected by the breaking apart of the bamboo sticks.
They after all were made of different material.
Northern's eyes widened for a second as he saw the scene before him, then they slowly narrowed.
'Just like I suspected.'
Indeed something was heavily wrong.
The entire stronghold looked deserted but at least the makeshift houses seemed to be in a very 'okay' condition.
Although they were still nothing compared to the decrepit buildings that marked their backdrop.
Northern slowly walked in between the makeshift houses, Mr. Fluffy slowly surveying the surrounding behind them.
And they continued that path for a while and still met no one.
At this point, Northern's anticipation was already peaking. He looked left and right in quick succession as they strode forward.
Eventually, he decided to use Chaos Eyes and see forward.
It was as if the distance was being sucked into his vision, like he suddenly zoomed in with his eyes.
And there they were.
An immense crowd of people stayed clustered together, and they were blocking Northern from seeing whatever it was they were looking at.
But at least he had known the reason why they were not in their houses.
Every single person was probably at that place, looking at something.
Usually, Northern would be cautious of this situation, the crowd was enormous, and he had to consider that most of the people standing there were probably at least Drifter ranks.
But he was very well prepared since the moment he left the shelter.
Although he didn't want to have to kill anyone.
But at this point, if that was what it took to make them realize the drastic and unfair space that now separated him from them, then he'd kill without mercy.
He climbed Mr. Fluffy and slowly strutted forward with the white beast.
When Northern got to half the road, a frown suddenly appeared on his face.
It was because of the presence he felt amongst the crowd.
He could never mistake it.
'What are they doing here…'
He continued even more quickly upon realizing that Raven and her cohort were currently in this same place.
What she had come to do was pretty obvious, but he was still being driven mad by curiosity as Mr. Fluffy dashed towards the crowd—which had now come into better view.