Chapter 576: The Beach Awaits
Chapter 576: The Beach Awaits
Mistake. A big mistake.Marcus quickly scrambled for an explanation. "It’s just a pet," he said, which was only half a lie. "Although, I admit, a lot of people have said it looks exactly like the Wyvern Saint Knight. Weird coincidence, right?"
He equipped the Twin-Winged Ice Owl Bow and started toward the tunnel exit. "Everyone, stay close. Watch yourselves around the black ice snakes in these tunnels. They’re specialists at ranged ambushes, so don’t let your guard down."
The soldiers exchanged quiet murmurs among themselves, "It really does look like her..." Still, since Marcus hadn’t admitted anything, none of them were willing to jump to the conclusion that the sacred Wyvern Saint Knight, Lyanna, was actually his pet. They simply followed him out of the cave.
Unfortunately, Marcus still hadn’t found the key to the third level of the Black Serpent Cave. As they passed through the blue serpent gate once again, he couldn’t help feeling a little regretful. He had gone this far, only to leave without finding the key he needed.
The journey back was considerably easier. The markers he’d left at the forks were still there, saving him from having to retrace every turn by memory. Less than six hours later, a faint sliver of daylight finally pierced the thick black mist ahead.
"We’re out!" Marcus immediately recalled his pets and led the soldiers toward the cave entrance.
"Marcus!, you’re finally out!"
His ladies rushed toward him the moment he emerged. Amber and the mischievous Jade reached him first, each grabbing one of his arms as if they were afraid he might disappear back into the cave.
"Have you been waiting long?" Marcus smiled at them. They had been outside for more than two hours already, but there was no need to ask what had kept them informed. He had already told them everything about his battle with the Iceflame Black Serpent Man through the chat system.
"Sir! Thank you! You’ve saved our town!" The Town Lord hurried over with several officials behind him, tears streaming freely down their faces. The moment they saw the eighty-eight rescued soldiers emerge from the cave, several of them nearly collapsed to their knees from relief.
"Town Lord, there’s no need to thank me," Marcus said with an impressive air of righteousness, taking the opportunity to strengthen his reputation among the residents. "It’s our duty to protect the people. If necessary, we’d risk our lives for their welfare."
The words were grand enough to make him sound like a true hero, and Marcus had no intention of wasting such a good opportunity.
They were preparing to head toward the ships waiting to carry the rescued soldiers home when Marcus suddenly noticed something moving across the sky above the nearby sea.
More than a hundred of Dragon’s Roar Town’s unique flying mounts, the Three-Tailed Patterned Pheasants, were soaring gracefully over the water.
The Three-Tailed Patterned Pheasant was as large as an eagle, as elegant as a phoenix, and as beautiful as a songbird, with a voice so melodious that it sounded almost like music.
Their origin and final destination remained unknown, but they could occasionally be seen throughout the Twin Wing Island archipelago, where they would dance through the sky while proudly displaying their magnificent plumage.