Chapter 258 Demon Trail
The awarding ceremony ended here.

Cassius did not hide the news, but made it very public, even fearing that people would not know about it.

Paper leaflets flew like snowflakes, and the event was spread to all parts of Anzeta by the wyverns.

People's reactions to this varied. The nobles in the north were terrified, fearing that the newly awakened red dragon would bring about a disaster that would shake their rule. They were also worried that this incredible system would create a terrible war machine.

But many civilians had other ideas in their minds. They fled to the Burning Kingdom, hoping to seize power and seek the longevity and power of the legendary dragon.

But in any case, Cassius achieved his goal.

He did not care that such actions would lead to advance preparations by the northern countries. What he cared about was sowing the seeds of fire in people's hearts so that the construction of a new order after the war would be faster.

Cassius lay horizontally on the iron throne, slightly stretching his wings. Two rows of white smoke spurted out of the air holes on his neck. The still hot dragon crystal in his chest quickly cooled down and gradually dimmed.

"Three years. Three years have passed."

"There is only one year left before the Great Collapse of Holy Fadran will occur, and 50,000 public beta players will descend on Anzeta."

"By then, I will establish a brand new order in the Anzeta Wasteland and unify the entire North."

Cassius stared off into the distance, muttering to himself.

In the mountains of Anstica.

Alger rode the Dragon Vein Giant Eagle and flew out of the portal at high speed.

It was another routine patrol mission. He had patrolled here many times in the past three years and was familiar with the landscape around the portal.

But the Anstika Mountains were far more vast than he had imagined. Even after spending such a long time, there were still many areas that he had not set foot in, waiting for his exploration.

Alger took out a parchment scroll from the backpack beside the giant eagle. The two ends of the scroll were inlaid with the Burning Emblem. After unfolding it, a map image composed of magic particles appeared on it. Various mountains and rivers were clearly visible, and there were also tiny flashes of spiritual light. The special light spot was where Alger was.

This was a map that the kingdom had specially prepared for Alger to record the areas he had explored, and the map was already mostly filled up.

This map is actually just a trial version. In the future, the Kingdom will officially mass-produce a more complete version, and there will even be a collector's edition inlaid with gems, which will be sold to players at extremely high prices. But that's a story for another time.

"In Area 327, no trace of the demon was found."

Alger tapped the area and a horizontal line automatically appeared on it, indicating the completion of the exploration. He had explored hundreds of areas in the past three years.

"Next is District 328."

"Iger."

Alger patted the giant eagle's neck, and the eagle immediately understood what he meant, folded its wings, and flew across the mountains at an extremely fast speed.

After experiencing the second blood gift, Alger felt that both his and the giant eagle's strength had greatly improved. The giant eagle's beak grew sharp teeth, gradually losing its bird-like appearance and growing a head like a sub-dragon, and he could even spit out a scorching breath of fire.

In just a moment, the giant eagle passed through several mountains and arrived at Area 328 marked on the map.

The mountains in the distance rise and fall like the uneven teeth of a giant dragon.

Barren and desolate.

This was Alger's only view of the Anstica Mountains.

The highest point of this mountain range can reach an altitude of more than 5,000 meters, separating the Anzeta Desert from the south and blocking the cold air currents from the north. Those mountains that stretch for hundreds of miles are covered with thick snow all year round, and only in summer do black rocks occasionally appear.

No one would attempt to cross these mountains. Not even migrating birds would choose to pass through here. Even the strongest and toughest warriors would often enter through the narrow valley passes.

If the giant eagle had not experienced the blessing of the dragon vein, Alger would never dare to rashly enter this forbidden zone of life.

"Whoosh—" The north wind howled, and the biting wind made Alger sneeze with a sulfurous smell.

But his pointed, red, horny ears twitched slightly.

Alger crouched down slightly and whispered:

"Iger, did you hear that?"

“It’s not just the wind. There’s something else.”

Yes, it was not just the sound of the wind, but also mixed with shrill wails and heavy whispers.

He finally found The Devil's Calling.

But this might be something else. During the exploration, Alger had killed many monsters hidden in the mountains, including gnolls in the depths of the mountains, giant evil snowmen sleeping in ice caves, and even polar dragon beasts hiding in the snow.

Alger said nothing more. He used his keen hearing to find the source of the sound and used his body alone to control the direction of the giant eagle's flight.

He found that the "Demon Hunt" scroll on his body was glowing slightly, taking on a bloody glow.

Maybe he really found it.

Alger clamped his legs together and swooped down at the helm of the giant eagle.

Sure enough, several dark shadows appeared in the air in the distance, and Alger immediately chased after them.

You have to fly dozens of meters away to see them clearly - the appearance of those monsters is a mixture of vultures and humanoids, with twisted beast bodies and a pair of broad wings that constantly emit a foul smell, and they make shrill screams like women's wails from their mouths.

Alger looked solemn, his brows slightly furrowed.

"It's a Vrock."

Through the classics within the kingdom, he had learned about some basic races of demons, such as these vulture-like guys who liked to eat humanoid creatures with big mouthfuls and often used deafening screams to intimidate their targets.

The giant eagle was higher up, and the Vrocks, who seemed to be in a hurry, had not yet discovered him.

"Follow them closely."

Alger gave instructions silently.

The giant eagle always maintained a steady speed, flying high in the air and following from a distance.

Finally, the Flo demons entered an extremely large cave.

As the dust-like snowflakes flew, the dragon-veined giant eagle landed in front of the deep cave. Even with the howling of the wind, Alger could still clearly hear the whispers and mournful howls coming from deep in the cave.

"This is it."

Alger drew out the Everburning Greatsword from behind him and held it tightly in his hand.

The blade suddenly caught fire, illuminating the surrounding area, allowing him to just barely see the way ahead.

The demons carry the corruption of the Abyss itself. Their mere existence is enough to make the world worse. The cave is full of pits of all sizes, filled with filthy pus and a lingering stench.

The scroll beside him flashed an increasingly intense light, like a wild dance of blood, but Alger did not feel much joy at having found the target of his mission. He knew very well what a terrifying creature a demon was, and if he was not careful, he might end up dying there.

Even the body of the Dragon Vein Giant Eagle trembled slightly, showing a hint of resistance.

(End of this chapter)