The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 142 - 6 Darkness_3

Chapter 142: Chapter 6: Darkness_3

Chapter 142 -6: Darkness_3

Komer, who harbored some worries about the identity of a Dark Magic practitioner and Necromancer, was met with an unexpectedly liberal stance from Ylot. He even suggested that Komer could allow the Dark Church to regain legal status within his own territory. After all, organizations adhering to various doctrines proliferated on the Blue Continent. Aside from the central regions of the continent where Mortals were in the majority and where the Church of Light maintained dominance, it was impossible to prohibit the worship of other deities. Many remote mountainous areas and rural villages still held deep-rooted beliefs in primal gods. The Dark Church had merely fallen into obscurity on the Blue Continent for too long, to the point where it seemed no race still adhered to such teachings.

Facing Ylot’s proposal, which bordered on the fantastical, Komer, after dismissing it as absurd, couldn’t help but feel intrigued. Although the Dark Church had declined on the continent, according to Kennifer himself, the Dark Church had once been popular among other races. This meant that, although it was not recognized among Mortals, the Dark Church might have a foundation or even origins among other races, and his land was already filled with many races other than Mortals.

Just as Ylot had unintentionally mentioned, if the Church of Light could become such a massive force that it even surpassed nations, then finding a suitable Sect to serve as a religious representative and support his rule did not seem unacceptable. At the very least, having an additional Sect to compete with the Church of Light was beneficial and harmless to Komer. Maximizing the reduction of the Church’s authority and influence within his territory was precisely what Komer desired most.

A series of low and angry roars once again interrupted Komer and Ylot’s debate on the Dark Church, snapping them back to the dangerous reality. Komer, using his Spirit Perception Technique, could sense that mixed within the ogre’s roars were noises resembling human shouts, which puzzled him greatly.

“Ylot, what lies further south from here?” Gazing at the distant hills, Komer’s gaze soared beyond them, trying to locate the source of the sounds.

“Boss, actually, we’re already standing at the border of the Barbarian Territory. According to the map, it looks like stepping off this ridge would place us in the Barbarian Territory. However, that’s only according to our one-sided maps, drawn hastily by adventurers, and it’s unclear whether they carry any legal weight. We’ve never had formal discussions with the Barbarians about the borderlines. This wasteland has always been desolate, seldom even visited by Barbarians, let alone our people. If it weren’t for Puber dragging that Drunken Dwarf around, no one would believe there’s a Fine Iron Mine hidden here, nor would anyone come here just to enjoy the scenery of the wilderness. However, last time, on your orders, I quietly brought many boundary markers and stakes, and during our scouting with the Drunken Dwarf, we already planted these markers and stakes over there. I think the Barbarians probably aren’t interested in this land; thousands of miles to the south is all their territory. Why would they care about this tiny piece of land?” Ylot said nonchalantly, thinking Komer’s instructions to be superfluous. That anyone set foot on this land was anomalous; there was no reason for concern about this place. Besides, if the Barbarians were to brazenly claim this land as their own, they would not acknowledge it even if you moved your house here.

Komer disagreed with Ylot’s view. The area might have been a desolate wilderness before the Iron Mine was discovered, but once Iron Ore mining became established, the prospects for Bahomon were limitless. The accumulation of so many Mortals for large-scale development would inevitably draw the Barbarians’ attention. Komer wasn’t worried about attracting the Barbarians; in fact, the mysterious Barbarian Territory had always been a target of Komer’s adventures. The prospect of traveling to a land never before stepped on by Mortals was precisely the dream Komer cherished.

Another series of howls carried from afar, different from the previous ones. Komer and Ylot this time could clearly hear the sound of war drums, so regular and rhythmic, that they couldn’t help but exchange glances.

When Komer and Ylot finally mustered the courage to climb to the top of a distant hill and look down, a vast combat scene unfolded before them.

Hundreds of Barbarian Warriors formed several attack circles, with seven or eight Ogres trapped within them. Shouts, roars, and howls reverberated back and forth; a massive encirclement battle was raging intensely. Komer and Ylot even witnessed the most thrilling sight of their lives—three massive Earth Dragon Warriors, wielding sharp Dragon Spears, constantly sought opportunities to deliver fatal blows to the Ogres caught in the encirclement.

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The arrival of Komer and Ylot did not escape the keen eyes of the Barbarian Sentries. As soon as the two appeared at the top of the hill, several Barbarian Soldiers had already bounded forward to surround them.

When Komer, speaking fluent Mountain Language, tried to explain his intentions to the Barbarian Soldiers who were brimming with hostility, he realized he had overestimated the Barbarians’ goodwill. The sharp points of the Spears and Javelins were firmly trained on them, and Komer guessed that any sudden movement on their part would result in the Javelins being thrown, nailing them to the ground. Apart from repeatedly explaining their intentions to the several Barbarian Soldiers, there was no other option for Komer. According to these soldiers, the sin of Mortals trespassing into Barbarian Territory was unforgivable. Komer and Ylot had to surrender immediately to face punishment; otherwise, an attack would be launched without hesitation.