Chapter 164: The Death of Baron Green Swamp

Backed up in front of the different "Mindatis"!

"Puff!"

Ron's face was distorted to the point that he was no longer human. The elf's curved blade pierced his abdomen and stabbed out from behind. The intense pain almost made him faint immediately.

However, he and Saran Lane were the closest, and they could clearly hear that the sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh was not once, but twice, almost at the same time!

As Ron slowly fell to the ground with his hand covering the wound, Saran Lane turned his head stiffly and unbelievably, and saw a face that he was so familiar with that he almost felt sick.

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At this moment, it was becoming more and more unfamiliar.

"You——"

Saran Lane was very sure that he had never made any tiefling puppets. He felt sick even when he looked at this inferior race. But this one now... where did it come from?

He tried hard to retrieve the memory of his sent-out Mindatis puppet. It seemed that there was indeed such a person in it, but shouldn't he be sent to the depths of delusion? Why did this tiefling appear here?

"I heard that Mindatis had left there halfway back to Carolina, and I felt something was wrong," the puppets around him froze in place because of the injury to Saran Ryan's body. The tiefling slowly turned the handle of the dagger in his off-hand hand, and messed up the internal organs of the elf who had pretended to be dead several times. "Fortunately, I paid attention to several strange positions in advance, and it happened that Mindatis was called back by you."

"You killed him, and then turned into his appearance... and got in?" Saran Ryan's thinking gradually became a little dull, "But this is impossible, this-"

These puppets are connected with his mind, and he will definitely sense if there is death. This is why after Ron and the others entered the cave, although Victoria stopped the puppet from speaking, they still exposed their whereabouts.

"Why kill him?" Quest showed the sharp canine teeth of the tiefling. "You have so many Mindatis here. You might find one less, but can you still detect one more?"

"I want to thank Ron and the others. If it weren't for their trial and error, I'm afraid you would have found me long ago - I call this the arrangement of fate."

"Fate... what a fucking fate," Baron Green Swamp's pupils have begun to dilate, but he can still retain a little thinking ability, but he has become more outspoken and nonsense, "I have been dealing with fate all my life and resisting it all my life."

"I refuse to be treated as some kind of shitty 'prodigy' and put on display. I want to make a world of my own; I refuse to believe that the empire will perish, I want to start looking for my own way; I refuse to believe the witch's prophecy, I want to do it myself and practice it!"

"I, I succeeded! I succeeded twice! In this cursed land, I not only did not succumb to it, but even made it work for me! I used the drawings and semi-finished products left by previous civilizations to improve and gain, and finally created a path suitable for the Hailan Empire and myself! "

"It's you, it's you who keep obstructing me and interfering with me! You are obviously doing everything, don't think of blaming it on some bullshit... fate!"

"I don't believe that!"

"I can also--"

The cold dagger with warm blood cut across the elf's neck. Quest wiped the blood with his fingers and showed a cold smile:

"No, you can't do anything, everything is over."

A leader who is already deserted by everyone will hardly doubt the loyalty of those around him, and a "leader" who has turned all the people around him into himself will not be wary of the knife from behind.

"I thought the person who was going to stab me in the back was Mindatis, but it turned out to be another guy." Quest found two healing scrolls from his body and threw them to Victoria.

"I know you're tired, but now is not the time to rest - treat Ron."

"If you delay any longer, I'm afraid even the resurrection spell won't be able to save him."

Victoria struggled to crawl to Ron's side, tore open the scroll and began to treat his wounds.

"You kid..." Ron finally caught his breath, he raised his hand and pointed at Quest, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

All the thousands of words finally turned into just one sentence: "Thank you."

"It's no use for you to thank me," Quest picked up his long stick and began to plow the puppets around him that had lost their command and only will. "Rather, you should thank yourself."

"Let's not mention anything else. When you were fighting with the witch, if you had killed me directly because you believed that I was Mindatis, I would not be here, and you would probably all become nutrients for his furnace today."

"This is the result of your own choice. I just fulfilled my mission."

Quest knocked Yelena's hand that was reaching out to Saran Lane's body with a stick: "Don't touch him. I don't even know what's in this guy. It may be corruption or a curse. Do you want to follow in his footsteps?"

"Before he died, he said he was tamed..."

"Every ruler of the Delusion Land says so, and they all think so, but what's the result?" Quest curled his lips, "You might as well hone yourself in the Shadowless Underworld for a few hundred years before coming out, at least there you can see more tragic souls, so as not to be as reckless as you are now."

"Taming? Every ruler is attracted by the richness and special environment here, and without exception, they find the resources and power they want, and try to improve it for his use."

"Look around, look at these corpses, what did their "taming" bring?"

"The ruins of Green Swamp Town? Or the mountains of corpses and blood here?"

"Compared to these," Quest's eyes were on Devin Booker's body. He paused for a moment, "You still have a portal to the elemental plane that you haven't closed in time."

"I'm afraid we are powerless," Ron smiled bitterly while sitting on the ground, "Do you think we still have people who can fight now?"

"Don't even mention the existence of elemental giants. I'm afraid we can't handle even the smallest elemental creatures now."

Quest patted his forehead: "Oh, that's really difficult... How about this, if you don't mind, you can rest here, I'll keep watch for you."

"Although a few elemental creatures may run out during this period, we are not tritons, so there is no need to be so strict - just close the portal at the end!"