Chapter 83: Item Looting
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
After Darren died, Abel threw two bodies onto the carriage, patted the horse, and let the horse leave freely. A bag full of soul catcher grass hung on the treetop of the tree.
This time, Abel wouldn’t take a second look at the worgens’ hideout. He’s caught the attention of the worgen just by looking at Darren. Fortunately, he responded quickly and changed his sight in time. Such keen senses did not belong to a high-ranked wolfrider. That worgen was a high-ranking commander.
A wolfrider commander was here, rushing out hastily to inquire would be suicidal. Abel thought that his equipment was not enough to protect himself. This wolfrider was in the same rank as Viscount Dickens, whose aura was frighteningly powerful for anyone to dare close in on him. Such an opponent could not be defeated with just magic weapons.
But Abel didn’t want just to leave. The wolfriders who attacked Harry Castle were right in front of him. Whilst being put in a dilemma, he suddenly thought of the transformation necklace. Maybe the necklace can transform him into a worgen.
For someone like Abel, once he thought of something, he would start doing it right away. After stripping off his armor, he hid all his equipment under a tree and took out his transformation necklace. He held it in his hand, chanted out the words he’s said so many times before, and was turned into a worgen under a familiar green light.
“Apart from getting my muscles and bones torn up, the necklace is actually pretty nice,” Abel said in a half-praising, half-sarcastic manner.
As Abel walked to the manor, he started planning for his escape if he were to fail this infiltration. He pressed his hand on his Horadric cube and looked at the three improved exploding big swords. If his disguise was blown, he would probably throw these three exploding big swords to his pursuers, and then quickly run away by summoning White Cloud.
With a back-up strategy in mind, Abel was now much more confident to walk inside the manor, and because of how relaxed he was, the worgen that was guarding the door didn’t seem to bother checking him at all.
“Seriously? Not even a body check? And these dogs want to invade the humans!!” Abel thought to himself. If the security measure here were a little stricter, he would’ve been running away by now.
In fact, Abel couldn’t blame the guarding worgen for such negligence of duty. This manor was usually tightly guarded. A signal whistle could be heard here all day long. Anyone approaching had to be examined by the human guard first, and then by the worgens themselves. In just today, there were more than 100 wolfriders in the manor house, and many wounded people were brought in. A large number of people were serving these wolfriders. With so many in here, no one would dare to spy here.
Abel was kind of a particular case. Without checking a second time, the guard just assumed that Abel was also one of those worgens, and when Abel entered the manor, the wolfrider who rested in the yard thought that Abel was a worgen in the manor. In this way, Abel as able to get inside the manor with just a few nods of his head.
The low-ranked wolfriders were eating. Judging from the way they’ve talked amongst themselves, failing the invasion made them feel humiliated, and they became fearful of the humans who lived in Harry Castle. They actually thought that their opponents were blessed with some sort of divine gifts.
This was the simple mentality of ordinary worgens. Any invincible opponent would be deified by them. Such a habit made Abel want to laugh at them, but at the same time, it was also reassuring to hear that they wouldn’t harass Harry Castle again.
At the same time, Abel learned that the highest leader here was a wolfrider commander called Fowler. Fowler was here, and the distance from here to Harvest city was enough to avoid the detection of masters like Viscount Dickens. Besides, by standing his post here, Fowler could also support the wolfriders without letting anyone take away this precious hideout.
The manor was purchased by the Woolf family from the seventh prince, Middleton George. It was also a trading place for business with Prince Middleton. Prince Middleton was happy to trade with worgen in this remote place. After all, trading with orcs was risky.
Abel did not hesitate. Most of the time, after he came to the manor, he observed the manor: the warehouse and the house where commander Fowler stay gained most of Abel’s attention.
After an hour, there was a sharp howl from afar direction, and then another cry, but this howl was closer than the previous one. It was audible. Then, a howl came again not far from the manor, and a guard hurried toward the commander Fowler.
“What’s going on? Why would you use this kind of emergency messaging?” One of the wolfrider asked another.
It seemed that the wolfrider next to him was a worgen who was familiar with the signal. The worgen said with pride, “The message just passed said that there was a situation 20 miles ahead. Not sure what the situation was. Howls like these can’t convey information that is too complicated. ”
“20 miles… Was the carriage discovered by the worgen scout?” The more Abel thought, the more likely it was.
While Abel was thinking, a shadow came out of the middle house of the manor. It was commander Fowler, he howled, and then another faint black shadow rushed and stopped suddenly at the side of commander Fowler. This rapid deceleration was a violation of the laws of physics. “Such powers and keen senses,” Abel admired.
As commander Fowler turned towards the mount wolf, it charged straight towards the gate without a care for the fence in front of it. Its leap was about 4 meters high. Everything was so fast that Abel couldn’t see it properly.
This was a scarce opportunity. Abel stood up, and while all the worgens focused on the commander Fowler, he turned close to the room left by commander Fowler and opened the door gently.
Abel found that the worgen’s body was more flexible than the human body. Despite all the movements he just did, no sound was made at all. The reason was that the worgens had meat pads on their hands and feet. They could withdraw their claws while sneaking and extend their claws to attack.
He entered into commander Fowler’s room. The furnishings in the room were straightforward: a large bed, a table, a chair, a night pearl illuminated above the head, and that was all.
A small bag was placed on the table. Abel stepped forward and opened the small bag. From the outside, it was a small bag, but after opening it, he felt that inside the bag had a vast space, about the size of a room.
Abel was very excited to see this. This was the first time he saw the first space storage item other than a Horadric cube. He had never heard of such a storage item before.
He settled down, anyway, it was already his once it was in his hands, Abel thought. He did not know how the worgen used this storage item. He directly entered it with his power of the Will. It was full of potions.
Abel was very familiar with these potions. The blood fusing potions, replenishing potions, and essence condensing potion. The three combat qi enhance potions were special medicine that is strictly forbidden to flow out of the human world. Even when Abel bought it for a large amount, he was afraid of being suspected as a smuggler.
All the potions were densely packed in the small bag, and the quantities were not counted, but according to Abel’s estimates, these should be enough for him to consume for two months, which means that there are potions worth more than 1.2 million gold coins.
This “gift” was just about enough to make Abel forgive what these wolfriders did to Harry Castle. Well, at least for the time being.
Abel turned around and found an animal skin on the bed. Abel did not saw it when he first came in. When he looked closely, he found that this animal skin had a very slight aura to it. Although this aura was barely noticeable, weirdly enough, it was found on a dead animal’s hide, and not from a living beast.
Just how powerful was this beast when it was alive?
Abel stopped thinking. He stepped forward to roll up the animal skin, put it in a small bag, and checked the room. The pillow was also pretty nice. He could feel the coolness as soon as he put his hands on it. He tried putting it behind his head, and as soon as he felt a sense of comfortableness with it, he quickly put it in his bag as to not fall asleep right away.
