Chapter 553

Chapter 553: Vyletongue

"Let’s go this way," Greed said. "This Satyr is obviously going to inform somebody. The direction it’s heading might be where their leader is!"

The others nodded in agreement, all thinking the same.

Molofeel walked invisibly at the front, with the rest following her lead. Along the way, they saw various broken and fallen Tree Men, as well as Satyrs with torn bodies, removed heads, and opened chests lying on the ground.

There weren’t many more forked paths ahead. They followed the Shadowfire basin onwards, and near a distant high platform, they saw a Tree Man frantically fighting with another Tree Man, in a fierce battle that could only be described as crazy.

One Tree Man had already had an arm torn off, clinging tightly to the other Tree Man like a wild animal, refusing to let go. The two wrestled from one side of the road to the other, twisting and turning. One of them had almost no more shadow in his eyes, while the other’s eyes seemed to be burning like Shadowflame.

Not all Tree Men had been awakened from the demon’s enslavement; they remained loyal to the Satyr leader here and followed orders to eliminate all Tree Men affected by Mosa.

They slipped past the walls below and descended a long staircase, suddenly seeing a bright and clear path in front of them.

They quickly found a stone railing to hide behind. Jesse looked up and saw that they were in a temple-like place. Jesse found it hard to believe that this temple was built by the Centaur who were driven out of Maraudon.

The stairs, with intricate stone handrails, crossed each other and led up. Despite the now stinky pool below, it was clear that this had once been a garden-like place.

The main temple at the top was ancient and solemn, completely in the style of the Night Elves. However, the presence of Shadowfire braziers all around, emitting purple magical light, added a touch of evil to the temple’s beauty.

Jesse believed that either the Satyrs had built this place, or it was definitely an ancient Night Elf temple.

They had come to the temple from the high side. To enter the temple from the front, they had to pass by the pool below. At that moment, a Tree Man covered in wounds staggered into the pool from the front, roaring loudly with its hollow voice. Then, a black arrow shot from above struck it squarely. Where the black arrow hit, a dreadful shadowy decay spread, and the Tree Man quickly decayed into a pile of black, rotten debris that collapsed into the water.

The Satyr who shot the arrow was taller than the others by two heads. His black horns curved backward on his head, and his mane was a bright purple unlike the faded dark yellow, deep brown, or black-purple seen on other Satyrs. Not only was his build more muscular, but he also bore runes imbued with demonic power all over his body.

As soon as the Tree Man fell, a group of hopping imps rushed in, running up the steps toward the Satyrs on the temple. They reported the situation outside in their demonic tongue.

Jesse remembered that in Ashenvale and other places where the Night Elves lived, there were indeed forest spirits that looked like imps. The Night Elves called them Felstalkers, and they had close ties with the Satyrs. These were probably the imps without horns.

"Watch out, master!"

"Master! Vyletongue master… master’s palace…"

"Soon we will return to normal, yay!"

"The masterminds have been killed by the powerful Satyr masters, they are truly mighty!"

"Won’t disturb the princess’s peace…"

"Absolutely not!"

"Fool, intruders are getting closer." The bow-wielding Satyr Lord shouted in a deep voice, the sound echoing in the temple.

"Incompetent fools, can’t you feel the magical aura of the intruders? Get out! Keep searching!"

"Yes, master!"

"We will do our best…"

The imps were chatting while running down the stairs, crossing a shallow pool, leaving the temple. The archer Satyr, Vyletongue, should be the leader of the Maraudon Satyrs.

"I think it’s another Quel’dorai Arcane master, Vyletongue’s master." Another Satyr said, "Or, it’s a dream slave eager to show loyalty to Rendolos who came here seeking death."

Vyletongue didn’t speak, whether ignoring or agreeing with him was unknown. However, it was clear from the imps that the chaos caused by the Tree Man outside wouldn’t last long, and the problem here needed a quick solution.

The temple hall was eerily quiet. Jesse worried that even a slight whisper would be heard by the Satyrs outside. He sketched a simple palace map on the wet mud piled in the corner of the wall, marking Vyletongue’s position in the middle of the temple.

Pointing at Greed, then himself, Jesse then tapped the water pool on the mud map. Vereesa directly pressed down on Vyletongue with her finger and then pointed at herself.

Jesse nodded and pointed at Molofeel, indicating they should work together.

He believed that in a one-on-one fight, Vyletongue wouldn’t stand a chance against Vereesa. But considering the possibility of hidden Satyr demon assassins, Succubus must assist as much as possible.

Vereesa glanced at Molofeel but didn’t object. In the earlier pool, she had witnessed how threatening the Satyrs’ shadow powers were.

Next, Jesse, Greed, and Mosa were responsible for the frontal attack to distract the other Satyrs.

Jesse pointed at Mosa and patted Greed’s shoulder, telling him to protect the dwarf. Mosa immediately nodded.

Greed took off Mosa’s helmet and put it on his head, looked at Jesse for approval, then picked up his hammer.

The dwarf glanced towards Vyletongue, his war hammer crackling with electricity in his hand.

After spending too long in the dark cave, the only light was from the dark power. The group had adapted to the dim environment, but the sudden burst of electricity made Jesse momentarily blinded.

The powerful burst of electricity instantly caught the attention of all Satyrs in the temple. Without delay, the war hammer was thrown straight at Vyletongue. The bright light swept across the pool and dark walls, illuminating the huge chamber as if it were daytime. Before the demons could react, the railing and stone walls in front were joyfully destroyed by the electricity, sending the nearest Satyr flying. The nearby Satyrs were also staggered by the explosion of elemental energy.

"What is this… What is this?! This is simply absurd!" Vyletongue coughed and bellowed in Demonic, "Coming straight into my temple like this? Disturbing the peace of Princess Theradras so blatantly, coming before me like this, challenging my rule?"