Chapter 109: 117 Long Wait

Gurulu—

A familiar sound...

Norris rubbed his sleepy eyes, climbed up from the ground, picked up a stone stick, and climbed to the top of the cage.

He extended the stone stick into the hole and poked around inside—he had to poke the newly split Shi Laimu into the exit.

If the Puji were guarding, there was no need to worry about how long the newborn Shi Laimu stayed inside; anyway, they could just be slaughtered after coming out.

But now that this work was handed to him, if three or four Shi Laimu came out together, he would be in trouble.

Although the Puji would cover for him, he couldn't avoid suffering some pain, so poking them out to solve them as soon as they split was the correct way for him.

Hard work paid off. Before long, a red Shi Laimu squeezed out of the stone exit.

Seeing it was a red Shi Laimu, Norris couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

【Wind-Splitting Claw lv4】

The Shi Laimu’s body was slashed open, and Norris was quick-witted, reaching out with his right hand to grab the Shi Laimu’s core and pull it out.

Fortunately, it wasn't green; every time he solved a green Shi Laimu, his hand would be corroded and injured.

Just as he was rejoicing, the cage was suddenly pulled up...

Not good!

Norris turned and ran, running all the way to the corner furthest from the rift where the impact was minimal, and only then, enduring the burning sensation all over his body, did he wait for the cage to be lowered again.

After everything was over, he lay on the fungal carpet with the guard Puji to replenish nutrients and repair his injuries.

When lying on the fungal carpet, Norris would think of his mushroom house. The comfort of the mushroom house was really not something that the fungal carpet laid on the rock could compare to...

Norris lived his hard labor life bitterly, failing to notice that he had become a little stronger again.

【Skill Upgrade: Wind-Splitting Claw lv4 → lv5】

【Skill Upgrade: Corrosion Resistance lv1 → lv2】

What he also didn't know was that outside the small mountain where he was, the Puji were planting mushrooms, and the tree demons were planting tender branches, wanting to build this into an enhanced version of the mushroom forest.

And he had also missed Vampire Hunt 2.0.

If one had to say what was the most tormenting thing, it was knowing that a group of robbers was going to visit your house, but not knowing the specific time, so you could only split your attention to pay attention to your own door every moment.

Therefore, when Lin Jun discovered that vampire at the entrance, the whole mushroom felt relaxed—finally here!

Seriously, having made so many preparations, if the demons didn't come in the end, he would really feel uncomfortable!

【Name: Louisa】

【Level: 50】

【Title: Blood Clan Viscount】

A mere level 50, with General Xiao Hei covering the bottom, there was nothing to worry about.

This vampire viscount entered the dungeon with seven guys whose race was human, but whom Lin Jun thought looked like cannon fodder no matter how he looked at them.

Just as Lin Jun was complaining in his heart that the demons coming to his dungeon, which was located in the rear of human territory, was as easy as going home, he unexpectedly discovered that there was actually a "tail" following this team!

Relying on the fungal carpet that extended out of the dungeon, Lin Jun observed a team with obvious Light Church signs arriving outside the dungeon gate.

——

The captain of the Wings of Judgment, Sorarin, stepped on withered branches, following the uneven footprints on the ground through the forest.

In her eyes, one of the strings of footprints was steaming with a disgusting dark aura.

And following behind her were the priest Maine and four church warriors in full armor. In this team, Sorarin and Maine had Gold-rank strength, while the other warriors were all Silver-rank.

Arriving outside the dungeon, the silver glow remaining in Sorarin’s right eye gradually dimmed with the trembling of her eyelashes; maintaining 【Vision of Truth】 was also no small consumption for her.

The priest behind her walked to the two guards who had fallen beside the campfire and checked, "They are both alive, it seems to be a coma spell."

"As expected, killing at will would only make them easier to expose; clearly, they don't know they have been exposed yet." Sorarin looked up at the magnificent dungeon gate in front of her. "Maine, you were right, their destination is the Amethyst Dungeon."

"After all, there is nothing further south," the priest Maine didn't have the slightest joy because he was right, but instead worried, "But we still don't know what they want to do."

Thanks to Sorarin’s ability, they had discovered this group of demons sneaking into the Kingdom’s territory outside the forest long ago.

During this period, the demon race’s activities within the United Kingdom were frequent, but most were spies acting alone, and they had no scruples about hunting them down.

But the trail discovered this time was a whole group of people, with unknown strength.

Out of caution, they didn't approach rashly, but smashed the communication crystal to call other patrol teams nearby, while they themselves continued to track after leaving two warriors on the spot to meet up with reinforcements.

This group of people had clearly received stealth training, and the trail along the way had been deliberately covered up, with techniques that could even be called clever.

At least with Maine’s ability, it was difficult to distinguish, and it was all thanks to Sorarin that they could track all the way here.

It was just that Maine couldn't figure out why they wanted to enter the dungeon.

Shouldn't they go to villages and towns to cause destruction? What could they do inside the dungeon?

Quietly kill some adventurers?

What impact could that have on the Kingdom... adventurers weren't counted as regular combat power anyway.

Could it be that they were looking for something or someone?

Not being able to figure out the other party’s purpose made Maine very anxious, but Sorarin didn't care.

"It doesn't matter what their purpose is; since they entered the dungeon, they are turtles in a jar."

Sorarin just leaned on her sword and sat on a wooden stake beside the campfire.

"Not continuing to chase?" Maine asked.

"No need. There are no other exits in the dungeon. We will just wait here for other patrol teams to meet up and wait for them to come out; then they won't be able to escape."

As Sorarin said this, she suddenly lowered her head to think for a moment, then summoned a subordinate.

"You go and contact the adventurer guild here, and let them summon adventurers to assist in capturing the demons.

No need for high-level adventurers; I don't need them to guard the door or participate in the battle. Just let those adventurers disperse around the dungeon to prevent the demons from using escape scrolls."

"Escape scrolls?" Maine asked suspiciously, "That’s unlikely, right? That thing is both rare and dangerous..."

"Just in case." Sorarin didn't want to let this group go because of this little accident.

"Yes." The church warrior received the order, took the identity badge representing the captain of the Wings of Judgment from Sorarin, and ran toward Ya-Feng Town.

Although Maine felt they should bite the other side tightly, under the circumstances where Sorarin had already made a decision, Maine chose to remain silent.

He and Sorarin were both Gold-rank, but in terms of position, the Chanting Priest was ultimately just a strategic coordination officer. Sorarin, as the team commander, asking for his advice from time to time was a respect for his strength, not a procedure that must be followed.

And Sorarin’s judgment didn't seem to have any problems; gathering strength to block the door was clearly a safe method.

The only problem was, they weren't sure how long they would have to wait here...

What if the demons discovered the situation outside and refused to come out of the dungeon?