Chapter 783 (1/2)

Chapter 783: Where I Belong

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Her words shocked everyone.

“Sister, no… what are you talking about?” Rohan was the first one to recover from the shock. “You want to leave the oasis? What will our clan do without you? How will we deal with the holy duels in the future? Where do you plan to go?”

Lorgar gave no answer. Instead, she looked at her father quietly.

A rueful smile came over Guelz’s face. He exhaled a long breath and waved to the others. “Leave us alone.”

“Father…” Rohan opened his mouth, trying to say something, but swallowed the words.

The guards were as surprised as Rohan, but respecting the family’s privacy, they obeyed the command and left in bewilderment.

Soon Lorgar and Guelz were alone in the room.

“You want to go to the north?” Guelz asked straightforwardly.

“Yes,” Lorgar answered honestly without hiding anything. “I’ll go to the Southern Territory of Graycastle to find Ashes, and then travel to Neverwinter with her.”

“What about the Wildflame clan?”

“Go to the Southern Territory. You can find fresh oases there, without having to fight for food or water.” She paused for a moment. “I’ll bet that you had already made that decision long ago. That’s why you didn’t accept the challenge from the Wildwave clan.”

Guelz raised his eyebrows, but denied nothing.

Lorgar continued. “It doesn’t mean that you’re afraid of them. Wildflame has been the strongest clan for decades, even before I turned into a Divine Lady. You would never spare them without making them pay an unforgettable price for their insolence, even if they did surpass us after taking Blackwater. It’s this kind of spirit that we have always relied on to hold our ground in the biggest Stone Castles of Iron Sand City.”

“The only reason that you wouldn’t accept the challenge would be if the holy duel to determine the rank of the clans in Iron Sand City had already become meaningless. Our clansmen may fight and bleed to secure the future of the clan, but you would never let them fight a meaningless battle and die in vain. Am I right, Father?”

Guelz stared at her with a poker face for a long time before curling his lips into a smile. He shook his head and said, “I don’t know whether you were born a genius or you have the nose of a wolf. Or maybe both? In fact, I kept putting off the discussion of this matter because I wanted to seek your counsel on our relocation after you woke up.”

“I don’t think I truly understand. Besides, I have neither the intelligence nor the wolf’s nose you just mentioned. I just have trust in my fists.” Lorgar shook her ears.

“Fists?”

“Yeah, I can figure out what kind of a person someone is once we’ve had a fight. You taught me to fight from a young age, and I’ve tasted both your punches and your weapons. It’s only natural that I can perceive your true intentions.”

“I’m so glad to hear that.” Guelz laughed. “What about Ashes? Can we trust her?”

“For me, she’s as unapproachable as a mountain… but a mountain is always silent and doesn’t care enough to lie. She also gave me a feeling of a strength and safety,” Lorgar said slowly. “Those under her wings must feel very warm and comfortable.”

“I’m relieved to hear you say that.” Guelz seemed to have made up his mind. “Since we’re all going to the Southern Territory anyway, why don’t you wait a few more days and join us?”

“I don’t want to wait anymore, Father… I feel my heart beat fiercely when facing the north,” Lorgar said, pressing her chest with her hands. “It’s urging me to set out as soon as possible. If I get there earlier, I can see whether they really intend to keep their word to offer every civilian of the Sand Nation an oasis just as they’ve promised.”