Chapter 412 (1/2)

Chapter 412: Sneaking into the Fallen Dragon Ridge

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

The entire world was gloomy, from the sky to the land and sea.

Although the south central area of the Kingdom of Graycastle wasn’t covered by endless snow, the impact of the Months of Demons was inevitable—the sun was hidden by an expanse of gray clouds which filled the whole sky. A pale fog rose from the earth, shrouding the land, rocks, and jungles. All that was revealed was the black and gray mountain peaks above the clouds, which stretched towards the southern end of the continent, and acted as the visual guide for Nightingale and her companions.

While flying in the sky on Maggie’s back, Nightingale intensely experienced just how terrible the cold wind was in the open air. Even with a set of customized windproof clothes on, which were given to her by His Highness before they left, she could still feel the cold penetrating her body from her scarf and cuffs. In particular, her ears and fingers would soon get numb due to hypothermia. They often had to stop and rest for a while, making the normally half-day journey eventually extend to the next day—even flying at full speed.

“Here we are.” Lightning approached her.

Nightingale peered out and realized the ridge had become much lower, as if it was sinking into the ground. A city built on the hillside emerged faintly from the fog, which should be their exact target—Fallen Dragon Ridge.

“Let’s land.” She patted Maggie’s back. “Be careful and don’t let anyone see us.”

“Awh!” Maggie nodded, folding her wings as she glided down. The Mist soon enveloped the three of them as they landed. Nightingale found that the visibility around them was so low that she couldn’t see clearly what was only 50 steps in front of them, let alone over a great distance.

This was a good sign for the witches—at least they wouldn’t be easily noticed.

After entering into the Mist, the true colors of the world would be revealed, but she wasn’t worried about running into the church’s Judgement Army due to the thick white fog.

“You just wait here, this shouldn’t take long,” said Nightingale.

“His Highness asked me to keep a lookout from the air.” Lightning shook her head.

“And he asked me to be the emergency contact in case you kidnapped the target. Coo!” Maggie transformed into a fat pigeon, crouching on the top of the little girl’s head.

“His Highness gave some meaningless commands,” Nightingale thought. “In that case, let’s go.”

Suddenly, the world became black and white—the fog disappeared, or transformed into something else, which no longer hindered her vision. All of a sudden, the view became clear. The dark city wall was 200 meters away, extending out of the mountain side, and linked the city and the mountain like a dome. The stone wall was much shorter compared to the outer wall of Longsong Stronghold, and there were no sentry guards on it.

Nightingale went to the side of the wall and found the entrance through the curved lines. She stepped forward and realized that she was already on the other side of the city wall.

The city was half the size of Stronghold, and it was more like a small town in this area just outside of the mountain cliffs. But Fallen Dragon Ridge was located within the rocky mountains, and the Lord’s castle built on the hillside could be seen from far away.