Chapter Thirty-Seven: Back to Thunder Cliff

  Three days later, on a clear morning, Mo Yan and Jones stood in front of the gate of Lei Feng Ya. From the outside, there seemed to be no major changes in Lei Feng Ya. The demons were still guarding the city gate, and the Salter people who came to trade were coming and going. The newly opened shops were also open for business, with customers occasionally visiting, and nothing had changed since Mo Yan left.

  Mo Yan, who left Thunder Ridge, why did he come back at such a slow speed? He could have let Jones fly him back directly. Mo Yan's consideration was that since he had already left Thunder Ridge, it would be better to walk back slowly and take in the scenery along the way. At the same time, he could also check on Lirien and Vivian to see how they handled things during his absence.

  In Mo Yan's mind, Lilith and Vivian are two clever people. For Mo Yan's sudden departure, they should not have done anything out of the ordinary immediately. So seeing Leifeng Cliff intact, Mo Yan did not feel any surprise, after all, this was within his expectations. If something unexpected happened, that would be what Mo Yan had not expected.

  "You're back." After Mo Yan entered his own villa, Lilith Vivian smiled and came up to greet him, as if he had only been away for a short while.

  "Hmm, I'm back." Mo Yan directly hugged the two and laughed: "Was there anything special that happened when I was away?"

  "Everything will be fine, we'll take care of the Thunderhorn Clan just fine." Lilith said: "It's just that someone misses you. Rayford has been acting a bit restless lately, seems like he wants to leave the Thunderhorn Clan."

  "Hehe." Mo Yan heard Lilith's words and said, "That's also an unavoidable thing, I understand his worries." What Rafela was worried about was that after Mo Yan was killed by the Black Dragon, the branding that bound the demons would disappear. Originally, these ferocious demons were obedient to Mo Yan's commands and branding in peacetime, but once Mo Yan died, things would be different.

  The remaining Salt people in the city are not enough to resist the monster legion. If this situation happens, it will cause immeasurable losses for the Salt people. That's why Refora is so anxious, and just a while ago, he was searching outside, but found nothing except some battle marks.

  However, the traces of these battles discovered made Raphaella put down some of her worries. After all, it seems that Mo Yan is not incapable of fighting against the Black Dragon.

  "I heard you're back." At this time, Leifengla walked in with two Salter warriors and said to Moyan, who was sitting intact on the long bench: "What about the Black Dragon? How did you escape?" Leifengla obeyed Moyan because of his oath, but had no respect for him.

  "It's a long story." Mo Yan shrugged and said, "But the result is right in front of your eyes. This is Jones, who will be my mount after this, that black dragon that came that day."

  Lei Fuluo heard Mo Yan's words and only then noticed that there was a girl he had never seen before in front of him. After carefully sizing up this somewhat shy girl, Lei Fuluo said with some disbelief: "Is this the dragon? This is not at all like what I imagined, even if it were a female dragon it wouldn't be so weak."

  "That, uh... I'm a boy." Jones said with some embarrassment in response to Raleigh's words.

  "Hmm..." Rofla's eyes twitched at the corners, and he looked again, but no matter how he looked, it was still a girl's Jones. In the end, Rofla couldn't tell them apart and said helplessly: "Okay, let's not deal with this for now. I came to discuss something more important with you. This time, I discovered many problems."

  "Yes." Mo Yan nodded and said, "I have also found many problems. Our air defense is too weak. Once a dragon tribe like Jones invades, as long as he doesn't land on the ground, we don't even have any means of resistance. So the production of anti-aircraft weapons needs to be put on the agenda now."

  "No, not just that." Reforra shook his head and said: "Although the defense in the air is also important, what I want to say is about the demon army. This time you, who control the demons, disappeared, making me very uneasy. Once you die, these demons will have no one to control them, we need an existence that can control the demons when you leave. Or you won't suddenly disappear like this again."

  "Things in life are unpredictable." Mo Yan stroked his chin and thought for a moment before saying, "I won't disappear without reason, although I'd like to guarantee that, but I think it's something that can't be done."

  "So, someone who can control those demons even when you're not around should appear." Reforra said: "Otherwise, this would be a huge hidden danger. This time they behaved well, but I couldn't stay with a group of demons that might go crazy at any moment."

  "Lilith." Mo Yan turned his head to ask Lilith in his arms, "Is there a way to grant control over the seal to someone else? In order to put our commander at ease, I think it's necessary to give him control."

  "Some." Lirien nodded and said: "However, the magic that is bestowed requires the controller's blood. I don't seem to have a way to break through the master's skin, so I also can't implement this demon."

  "Blood isn't the problem." Mo Yan smiled, placing his hand on the cow horn on his head and pressing down forcefully. Fresh red blood flowed out from Mo Yan's hand as he said, "I discovered this when I was fighting with Jones. It seems my horns can tear through my skin, so blood isn't a problem."

  "Ah, we have to bandage the wound quickly." Vivian looked at Mo Yan's bleeding palm and hastily took out a handkerchief to press against his wound.

  "It's okay." Mo Yan wiped his palm with a handkerchief and waved it, saying: "Although it can be cut open, it will recover quickly."

  "It would still hurt a lot, wouldn't it?" Lirien gazed at Mo Yan's palm with a pained expression and put away Vivian's handkerchief.

  "It's okay." Mo Yan looked at Lilith and smiled, saying: "To be honest, I haven't seen you guys for a few days, and I really miss you. Let's have a long-overdue one!" As he spoke, Mo Yan put his arms around Lilith and Vivian, heading towards the bedroom upstairs.

  "What about the demon thing?" Leifola looked at Mo Yan who was about to leave and asked: "When will the magic be implemented?"

  "Don't be in a hurry." Mo Yan turned back and said, "Wait until I'm done, it will start then. You can come again tomorrow at noon, by that time it should be over."

  "Alright." Lefuola nodded somewhat helplessly. And whether it was an illusion or not, for a moment, a look of envy flashed across his face.

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  At this time, on the border of Yelan, an old man with a snow-white beard and hair was walking towards Leiting Cliff with a wooden stick. The old man looked very old, but he carried a large backpack. On the mainland, such an old man should be at home enjoying his old age, no matter where he is.

  But for some reason, he appeared in the dangerous Elan, and the old man was even spotted by a group of wolfmen shortly after entering Elan. They had been following the old man for a distance, occasionally letting out howls to announce their presence, which was their way of intimidating prey. However, the old man did not mind these at all, but just walked with his head down on his own path.

  "Aooo!" The werewolf, who had been observing for half a day, could no longer bear the desire to attack. It jumped out of the thicket and pounced on the old man. The wooden staff heavily slammed onto the ground, releasing a chilling aura that froze the hunters in mid-air, shattering them into pieces as they fell to the ground.

  The old man continued on his way, occasionally emitting cold air or flames from the wooden staff in his hand, turning one by one of the wolfmen who pounced on him into ice sculptures or charred flesh. The remaining wolfmen understood the old man's identity and left with a roar, unwilling to give up, leaving only the old man continuing on his way.

  A great master is not an existence that can be defeated by them, it's better to go find other prey that are easier to hunt rather than continuing to waste their life.

  There is nothing remarkable about the ruins in Eran, nor any particularly powerful magical artifacts. Human mages would not come to Eran because there was nothing here worth a mage's attention. Yet now a great mage has appeared here, somewhere he should not be.

  "Hmm..." The monk coughed twice, took out the map from his waist and looked at it, muttering to himself: "Is this place called Leiting Cliff? What a strange name indeed."

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