Godkin Fury, Terror

When?

Seeing the mysterious figure suddenly appear behind her, Curse Sahar's expression changed drastically. He was simply too close to her.

As a Magic Caster, the most basic rule was to maintain a certain safe distance from anyone.

Tap!

Tap!

Curse Sahar hurriedly retreated. Her black fur shoes clicked crisply against the stone floor.

"Who is this?"

The withered, bizarre face of the Magelos Surs turned toward Curse Sahar. He spoke in a hoarse voice. "Does the Minotaur Nation have other envoys besides you?"

Because the Magelos's facial features resembled hands pressed together with their fingers interlocked, ordinary races had no way of discerning changes in his expression.

Yet Curse Sahar could still sense his surprise from his tone.

She was equally astonished!

The other party had not appeared through Teleportation or some similar method. In other words, he had used an ability akin to Invisibility. "His Majesty only sent me as an envoy to the Slane Theocracy this time."

Curse Sahar immediately denied it, warily eyeing the mysterious figure. But when she took a closer look at Tang Zheng's Shadow Clone, her voice suddenly rose.

"You're human?!"

The moment the word "human" was spoken, everyone's gazes turned toward Tang Zheng's Shadow Clone.

The air was filled with obvious hostility and coldness.

In the Central Six Nations, humans were generally slaves and food. Both the Minotaur Nation and the Slane Theocracy relied on cruelly ruling and exploiting slaves to obtain wealth.

Especially since a serious slave uprising had recently occurred within the country.

"Human!"

Curse Sahar was even more hostile and disgusted toward the lowly human race. She spoke coldly. "What is your purpose in sneaking in here?"

"Lord Surs, I believe we should capture him alive first. He is very likely connected to some serious incident within our country."