Chapter 438: The Tower Witch is Dead!?

"You don't understand, do you? These are the World Titles of the Vampire Patriarch and the Forest Elf Clan Leader."

"World Titles, huh? Just hearing it, you know they aren't easy to deal with."

"I won't even mention the Madman. Just looking at that unique blood moon over Jade Ridge, you can tell this guy's thought process isn't normal. As for that Joyous Tyrant, all I can say about her battle record is that she once burned down a dungeon with a single fire."

"...Burned down a dungeon with a single fire? What kind of operation is that?"

"Ghost knows. Anyway, the matter is true. It seems she was even kicked out of the dungeon's raid team because doing so burned up some magical items, leading to too few drops."

"Listening to you guys makes me so scared. If these three female demons get together, aren't they going to stir up some major trouble?"

"Where are the people who were discussing this just now? Please tell me which area's Adventurer's Guild they appeared in. If it's my place, then I can only abandon my home and business."

"The Desolate Bone Basin."

"Ah?"

"Is that so? Haha, then everyone in the Desolate Bone Basin better hang in there."

Phew—

When they saw where Lan Qingyou and the others had gathered, many people on the world channel breathed a sigh of relief.

For no other reason than because they weren't in the Desolate Bone Basin.

As long as it wasn't in their own area, then it was a matter of 'let the fellow Daoist die, not the poor monk'.

Sending blessings to everyone in the Desolate Bone Basin, love from other areas.

Although everyone's 'flight' was very intense, this matter essentially ended there.

Besides the people in the Desolate Bone Basin who were still in a state of panic over this matter, eating and sleeping poorly, everyone else almost completely forgot about it after three minutes of enthusiasm.

But a week later, this matter was dug up again by people with ulterior motives.

On this night, when people had gotten off work and returned home to eat and chat, astonishing news spread across the world channel.

"Did you hear? That witch seems to have died in some dungeon."

"Which witch?"

"The Tower Witch."

"Ah! She died?"

"Not sure, but everyone remembers the incident of the witches going to the Desolate Bone Basin a week ago, right? It was said they gathered to go to some dungeon, but it's already been a week and they still haven't come out. So it's presumed they died in the dungeon."

"Is this news of yours verified?"

"This isn't verified, but the fact that they haven't come out a week after entering the dungeon is absolutely verified."

Wasn't that the truth?

Even the teleportation portal had been destroyed. How could they possibly come out?

"Tch..."

"Saying that is the same as saying nothing."

The people who had originally wanted to watch a good show couldn't help but feel contempt for this 'whistleblower'.

Although taking a week to run a dungeon and not coming out was indeed a bit long.

It wasn't as if it had never happened before.

If you encountered that kind of large-scale dungeon or troublesome monsters, it indeed required some time to clear.

However, from the other party's intelligence, it could be known that besides the Tower Witch herself, two Clan Leaders and hundreds of vampires and witches had followed her to the dungeon this time.

For so many people to take this long to clear a dungeon, that was indeed very telling.

If it wasn't because the dungeon was too big or the monsters were too strong, then it meant some problem had occurred during the raid.

In short.

Whether it was the people watching the drama from the sidelines or those with ulterior motives who urgently needed intelligence, they all sneered at this person for failing to provide accurate information.

But surprisingly, as time passed, this topic became increasingly real.

At first, when they hadn't come out for a week, everyone didn't take it seriously.

But after two weeks, three weeks, and even a whole month had passed without them coming out, the discussions on the world channel gradually grew louder.

Especially after someone saw the assembled vampires and witches.

Especially after the Vampire race, the Witch race, and the Forest Elf race kept tight-lipped about the matters regarding their respective clan leaders, everyone's skepticism grew even stronger.

"I just got some intelligence. The Tower Witch and her group went to a dungeon in the Desolate Bone Basin called the Gloomy Forest. Does anyone know this place?"

"The Gloomy Forest? So that's the dungeon the witches went to?"

"Who would've thought, who would've thought. So that's the dungeon they went to."

"What's wrong with that dungeon? Why are you guys from the Desolate Bone Basin saying that?"

Seeing these people who knew about the dungeon making sarcastic and cryptic remarks between the lines, the uninformed but highly curious onlookers narrowed their eyes, hoping for some juicy drama.

"That dungeon can be summed up in one word: disgusting. It can be said that even the locals would rather starve to death than go to that dungeon to suffer."

"Hm? Disgusting?"

Seeing the locals of the Desolate Bone Basin summarize the Gloomy Forest, everyone didn't dwell on the details of 'one word or two', but instead focused their eyes on the word 'disgusting'.

"That's a fresh term. How so?"

"That dungeon is a forest, and in the middle of the forest, there is a tall hill. It's fine at first, but the closer you get to that hill, the higher the level of the monsters, the more troublesome they become, and the harder they are to kill."

"Hard to kill? What does that mean?"

"It means they can't be killed. Whether you behead them or cut them in half at the waist, it's useless. In a little while, they can drag their half-bodies around and jump about energetically again, just like earthworms. It's extremely disgusting."

"Like earthworms? That indeed is very disgusting."

Although earthworms were mentioned here, everyone wasn't foolish enough to understand this sentence literally.

Combined with the context, even if they weren't on the scene, people could clearly feel that discomforting combat style.

It was truly a case of 'one gives birth to two, two gives birth to four'. According to the locals, if you fought like this, perhaps by the end, one monster could split into at least seventeen or eighteen.

If the monster was a bit bigger, maybe it could even split into twenty or thirty, or thirty or forty.

And no matter how you tried to kill them, they wouldn't die.

Just thinking about this scene made everyone's hair stand on end.

"The Gloomy Forest, huh... I was wondering why I didn't see the teleportation portal for the Gloomy Forest when I passed by last time. Now it seems there must be a problem with their raid team."

"Hm? You've been there before?"

"Yeah, I passed by there three days ago but didn't see the teleportation portal. I even thought I went the wrong way. Thinking about it now, I was right. It's just that the teleportation portal is gone."

...

"Have you still not found a way to enter the dungeon?"

Inside the Ancient Castle at the Mountain Peak Under the Blood Moon, Lilith sat in her chair with a ghastly pale face, looking at the vampire half-kneeling below and asked.

"Apologies, Lord Duke. We haven't found a method for the time being."

"Tch, then have them hurry up. No matter what, we must find a way to enter the dungeon and welcome back Her Eminence."

"Yes."

After receiving the order, the subordinate turned into a puff of smoke and vanished from the room.

And Lilith sat quietly for a moment before getting up and walking to the window, frowning as she looked up at the crimson moon in the sky.