Legend of the Embroiderer

The night wind blew gently like a veil, bringing a hint of coolness, and also brought bursts of wolf howling from afar. The sound spread across the empty wilderness, making people feel creepy.

At the same time, the nearby leaves were caressed by the wind, making a slight rustling sound, as if the night elves were whispering.

These sounds intertwined together, adding a sense of mystery and tension to the already quiet scene.

In the silence, their footsteps were particularly clear, and every step was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart.

Their steps were slow and steady, and they moved forward cautiously. It seemed that even their breathing became extremely light, for fear of breaking the tranquility and peace of the night.

Su Mengyao, who was walking in front, had her heartbeat getting faster and faster as she got closer to the mysterious building.

Wu Chen sensed that the source of the magic fluctuations was not far away, and that powerful and mysterious force was attracting him closer step by step.

At this moment, his heart was filled with anticipation for the surprises that would be brought about by the upcoming new discoveries, but at the same time, he couldn't suppress the deep fear of the various dangers that might be lurking there.

He unconsciously muttered an ancient and obscure spell, his hands trembling slightly, ready to cast magic to deal with any sudden crisis.

Li Zhao, who was following behind, was also concentrating, not daring to slack off for even a moment. His right hand tightly gripped the hilt of his sword, the sharp longsword already half unsheathed, flashing with a cold light.

His eyes were sharp and alert, and he would not miss any movement around him. As long as there was something unusual, he would draw his sword without hesitation to fight against the enemy who might suddenly appear.

Their movements were swift yet cautious, like cheetahs in the night, silent yet imbued with endless power. Every step they took was filled with awe of the unknown world and a strong desire for this thrilling adventure.

They knew very well that this adventure was like a double-edged sword. It might completely change the trajectory of their future lives, or it might reveal a shocking secret that would shock the world.

Under the watery moonlight, three figures moved slowly and silently across this desolate and barren land like elusive ghosts.

The destination they were longing for was the ancient building that exuded an irresistible mysterious atmosphere from afar.

However, just when they were only a few steps away from the mysterious building, without any warning, a cold and biting wind blew past, and the wind seemed to carry some ominous omen and gloomy atmosphere.

In an instant, a group of guards belonging to the Netherworld Cult suddenly emerged from the thick shadows around them like ghosts.

Each of these guards held an extremely sharp weapon in their hands, their eyes were cold and ruthless, flashing with a hint of chill. In the blink of an eye, they had surrounded the three people tightly.

The leading guard shouted sternly, "Stop right there! This is the forbidden area of ​​the Netherworld Cult. No one is allowed to trespass here!"

His voice was like a cold ice blade in winter, instantly piercing the originally silent night sky, echoing in the empty wilderness, making people shudder.

Li Zhao, who was standing at the front, subconsciously gripped the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand. His eyes were firm and calm, without any fear.

Despite facing the provocative rebuke from the guard leader, he did not retreat a single step and remained standing firmly on the spot.

He raised his head slightly and said in a clear voice, "We are just passers-by who happened to pass by here. We have absolutely no ill intentions."

Although his tone was calm and composed, every word he spoke seemed to carry a heavy weight, revealing an unshakable firmness and courage.

Upon hearing this, the guard leader's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sneer of disdain. The long sword he held tightly in his hand suddenly flashed a chilling light in the cold moonlight.

"A passerby? Humph! I think you're more like spies with ill intentions, trying to spy on the secrets of my religion!"

His hawk-like sharp eyes were fixed on the two people in front of him. His tone was not only filled with deep suspicion, but also revealed strong hostility without any concealment.

Su Mengyao, who was standing aside, felt that her heart was beating rapidly as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

She could clearly feel the strong murderous aura emanating from the guards, rushing towards her like a physical entity.

At this moment, she knew very well that this seemingly simple confrontation could escalate at any moment and turn into a bloody and brutal fight.

So, she lowered her voice so that only Li Zhao beside her could hear, and said, "We must be extremely careful. The strength of these people should not be underestimated."

After hearing this, Li Zhao nodded solemnly, indicating that he agreed with Su Mengyao's opinion.

A flicker of determination flashed in his eyes. He replied in a low voice, "I understand, but we cannot retreat even a single step at this moment." Although his voice was as low as thunder, the power it contained was undeniable.

At this moment, a suffocating atmosphere of tension began to spread between the two sides, like an invisible net that tightly enveloped everyone.

The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and the situation was tense. It seemed that an extremely fierce battle would break out in the next second.

Li Zhao slowly drew out the sword from his waist. Half of the sword was exposed, flashing with a cold light.

His whole body leaned forward slightly, as if ready to strike, and he was obviously prepared to face the enemy's fierce attack at any time.

The guards on the opposite side did not dare to slack off at all. They gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes wide open, staring at the two uninvited guests in front of them, waiting for the order to launch a thunderous attack immediately.

In this eerie and terrifying night, the three of them were like prey caught in a trap, tightly surrounded in the center by the guards of the Netherworld Cult who surged in like a tide.

All of these guards were wearing thick armor that was as black as ink and emitted bursts of coldness. Each of them held a sharp weapon in his hand that shone with cold light and was terrifying.

This group of guards was not only numerous, but also incredibly powerful. They were like a group of ghosts that emerged quietly from the endless night. Without making any sound, they had already trapped the three people tightly.

"Oh no, we are surrounded!" Li Zhao said anxiously in a low voice.

His eyes, which were already extremely sharp, were now like eagle eyes. He quickly and vigilantly scanned the guards around him who were eyeing him hungrily, trying to find even the slightest flaw or gap that could help him break through the siege.

Wu Chen on the side frowned, and in the depths of his eyes, which were as bright as stars, a glimmer of wisdom flashed from time to time.

Obviously, with his intelligence, he had already realized that in such a situation where we were outnumbered and the enemy was so powerful, choosing to fight the enemy head-on was not the best strategy.

Then, she whispered, "Don't worry. I'll cast some magic to create some illusions to confuse their sight and distract their attention. Then, the two of you will seize the opportunity and quickly break out."

Although her voice sounded very soft, the determination contained in it was clearly audible.

However, Li Zhao suddenly clenched the long sword in his hand that was shining with a cold light, and the burning fighting spirit in his heart seemed to be about to burst out in an instant.

Then he roared, "No! How can we shrink back like this? We must rely on our own powerful strength and fearless courage to break through the numerous obstacles before us! Fighting our way out is the right way!"

He spoke these words with firmness and force, and every word was like a sledgehammer hitting the ground, fully demonstrating his inner tenacious fighting spirit of never giving in and fighting to the end.

Wu Chen clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles turned slightly white due to excessive force. His sharp eyes kept moving back and forth between Su Mengyao and Li Zhao.

His heart was full of contradictions and entanglements. On the one hand, he firmly believed that the powerful magic mastered by Su Mengyao would be able to turn the tide; on the other hand, he sincerely admired Li Zhao's fearless courage.

The tension between the three of them seemed to materialize, permeating the small space. They exchanged glances, each seeing a resolute determination in the other's eyes—they clearly understood that the action they were about to take would directly determine their future destiny.

At this moment, Wu Chen took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and began to chant. As his low, rhythmic incantation rang out, his previously empty hands suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and then, at a dizzying speed, he sketched intricate talisman patterns in the air.

Li Zhao on the side was not idle either. He tried hard to calm his rapid breathing and concentrated on adjusting his physical condition so that he could deliver a fatal blow at the critical moment.

However, their actions did not escape the eyes of the vigilant guards around them. These guards keenly sensed the strange aura emanating from the three people and began to move closer, quickly tightening the already impenetrable encirclement.

There was a crisp sound, and all the guards drew out their long swords with cold gleaming light from their waists almost at the same time. Sharp arrows were already on the bowstrings, ready to be shot.

The atmosphere of the entire scene was extremely tense, like a bowstring that had been pulled to the fullest. Any slight disturbance could become the fuse that triggered this fierce conflict.

"Get ready!" With Wu Chen's light shout, his mysterious magic was finally completed.

In an instant, countless bizarre visions suddenly erupted among the guards like a tide. Some were hideous and terrifying, others magnificent and beautiful, but without exception, they left the guards stunned and completely lost their judgment. Taking advantage of this perfect opportunity, the guards' previously impenetrable defense began to show signs of weakening...

"Now!" With this roar, Li Zhao rushed towards the weakest point of the defense with the force of thunder and lightning, like a tiger descending from the mountain. His body was nimble and his steps were like the wind. In the blink of an eye, he was close.

At this moment, Li Zhao was holding a long sword, and his sword skills were extremely sharp. Every time he swung the sword, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, as if it was going to tear the air apart.

The gleaming sword flashed like lightning across the night sky, chilling the very air. The guards, unable to withstand such a ferocious attack, retreated repeatedly, attempting to avoid the deadly edge.

The night is as dark as ink, so thick that it is almost impossible to dissolve.

And in this darkness, Wu Chen stood quietly between Li Zhao and another companion. His eyes were extremely firm, without the slightest trace of fear.

His hands danced rapidly in the air, his fingers flying, drawing mysterious and complex spell tracks. At the same time, he muttered something, and the low and rapid sound of the spell echoed in the silent night.

As the last syllable fell, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from his fingertips, instantly illuminating the surroundings.

Then, the light transformed into all kinds of strange scenes, like a dream, making it difficult to distinguish the truth from the false.