March 794: Reaping Destiny (4-in-1)

Late March.

Ubus, capital of the Gnoll Empire.

The streets after the rain were muddy, with murky puddles everywhere. The air reeked of pungent musk and rotting flesh.

Ramshackle huts leaned against one another in a haphazard cluster. Rainwater still dripped from their thatched roofs, while several emaciated Gnoll cubs played in the mud, rolling around and screeching from time to time.

Mud and filth were everywhere. In the human world, perhaps only the dirtiest and most chaotic slums could compare.

Planje's figure was as elusive as a ghost. She drifted silently through the area without making a sound.

As she continued uphill, the muddy road beneath her feet gradually became paved with stone. The stench also faded, and neat stone walls appeared on both sides of the road.

The buildings in the Upper City were worlds apart from those in the Lower City. Stone houses stood in orderly clusters, the streets were clean, and Gnoll guards in leather armor patrolled the area.

The guards were tall and powerfully built, their fur glossy and their weapons gleaming at their waists. They clearly weren't easy opponents.

But Planje was an experienced spy. Carefully following the wind, she circled around from downwind and continued moving with Shadow Stealth. The guards had no chance of detecting her.

At last, an ordinary-looking stone hut appeared before her.

According to the intelligence, this was the suspected target—the residence of the Gnoll prophet.

There were no powerful guards stationed around it. His identity was secret, and in the eyes of the other Gnolls, he was merely an ordinary elder with a Noble Bloodline.

Only Legno, the Gnoll Emperor; Dekurio, the Imperial General; and a few other high-ranking officials knew of his existence.

Planje quietly observed the surroundings for a while. Then she tightened her grip on