Extra’s Path To Demon King

Chapter 537: The Wooden Tavern [1]

Between the boundaries of the three Great Kingdoms and the six Minor Kingdoms of humanity. There was a vast space hundreds of kilometers long.

That vast ground was the bloody and cracked earth that bore witness to the catastrophic clash that occurred till now between the forces of the Great Kingdoms and the forces of the Ghost race.

Enveloping the borders of the Minor Kingdoms was a ginormous black barrier, the height of which almost reached the clouds; none could peer through that or even break it.

After all, even the Strongest Human, King Leonidas, had tried but was unable to do so due to the obstruction of the 6th-phase Death Knight, stationed within the Minor Kingdoms as the highest authority of this war, from the Ghost Empire’s side.

None could pass through that barrier with any teleportation magic, either, and appear inside the Minor Kingdom’s lands.

Before the start of the war, the Minor Kingdoms had constructed a makeshift war town on the edge of that battlefield, marking an area of about 1 kilometer beyond the black barrier, positioned right ahead of the Ravenspire Kingdom.

This whole town was the camp of the Ghost/Affiliated Army. Countless mundane humans, powerful seekers, and even ghost race members wearing complete black hoods that covered them from head to toe ran about their own business in that location.

Numerous taverns, weapon storehouses, food stores, and infirmaries were constructed from earth or wood by magic, and large tents, each for a different purpose, stood throughout the area.

Occasionally, loud cheers could be heard from various structures, celebrating the destruction that was delivered to the Great Kingdom’s forces by the vicious might of the Demon Horned Undead named Osiris.

On the very edge of that camp area, there were multiple taverns made of wet, cheap wood; those taverns were only for the mundane humans who were in charge of the smaller tasks to maintain the entire War camp in operation. At this moment, even many of those people were celebrating.

In fact, most, if not all, of the figures who could be seen celebrating the victory in this last clash were only humans from the Minor Kingdoms; it didn’t matter whether they were normal humans or Seekers, their collective hatred for the Great Kingdoms was unquenchable.

As for the Ghost race members, it didn’t matter much to them. Except for those beyond the third phase, most undead creatures were practically incapable of feeling human emotions.

Not to mention, due to their racial superiority, they looked down on humanity as a whole. So, for them, an eventual victory for the overall war was more than obvious and quite expected, even.

Within one of those taverns made for the mundane humans, sat a middle-aged man at a corner table. He was incredibly average-looking; there was nothing special about him. Wearing clothes that seemed on the dirtier and cheaper side.

There was a large wooden wine mug in his hand, from which he would occasionally take a sip. There was a small smile on his lips. As if savoring each sip of the wine filled him with pleasure.

The middle-aged man took a look around for a moment, and the seat opposite him was empty. Though every other table was filled to the brim.

The sounds of cheers and celebration rocked the whole tavern, making the man’s table shake from time to time. Humid air filled the place due to the large crowd and the tavern’s lack of windows.

The scent of cheap wine of various flavors spread through the air, reaching the middle-aged man’s nose.

But the middle-aged, mundane-looking man remained unbothered by his surroundings, only continuing to sip his red colored wine; often, small chunks of flesh could be seen floating on the wine mug.

No one came close to his table or even noticed him.

Once he finished his wine, someone came and delivered another mug while taking away the empty one. The man resumed drinking his wine, the same as always. Almost as if even if the world collapsed, he would continue to sit there and sip blood-red wine without a change of expression.

After what felt like an eternity of the same repeated motions by the middle-aged man, who had already drunk countless mugs of that red wine, another figure came and took the seat opposite him.

But this person’s appearance was completely opposite to that of the middle-aged, mundane-looking man; this person was quite handsome and young-looking. But there was a grace to him, an air of supreme authority evident in his posture.

For the first time, the middle-aged man’s repeated motions stopped as he looked at the golden pupils of the figure who had sat down, and an observable smile formed on his lips.

But then his motions resumed; eventually, another similarly looking mug, filled with red wine mixed with bits of flesh, was delivered on the table by a waiter whose face could not be seen.

Suddenly, the whole room started to chant one name in the midst of their excitement that had reached its peak,

"OSIRIS!!!!"

"OSIRIS!!!!"

"OSIRIS!!!!"

The celebrating human voices echoed in the wooden tavern one after another...

"Haha, I told you we would show those great kingdoms’ bastards, who’re the real deal."

"Did you see the face of that bitch called the Valkyrie, when she clashed with Sir Osiris in a punch, her face was scrunched up like a dog...."

"Divine Valkyrie, my foot....though she did take down those two powerful beasts, but sir Osiris was just glorious..."

"That’s right, how sir Osiris froze the entire battlefield with his demonic energy alone the moment he entered, hehe, the Valkyrie didn’t seem much compared to that."

"Even I felt a chill down my spine seeing how countless third phase seekers on the enemy side were frozen in terror in mid motion, afraid to even run away...."

But the two unknown entities in the corner remained unbothered by the crowd’s discussion. The handsome man did not take a single sip of that red wine, nor did he speak a single word; he only continued to stare coldly at the drinking middle-aged man.

Eventually, the mundane-looking man sighed; a tired breath escaped his lips, mixed with the smell of his wine. That breath hit the other mug, which the handsome man did not touch, and the mug and the wine disintegrated, turning into a cloud of smoke.

But not a single muscle on the handsome man’s body moved, as if he were a statue, his emotionless gaze only lingering on the middle-aged man.

After a minute, another mug of wine was delivered to the table, different than the red wine, which radiated a sweet fragrance; it was a mix of blue and purple.

Only then did the handsome man move, taking the mug into his hand. He took a whiff of the wine, swirled it, and eventually took a small sip.

A look of utter disgust crossed his face, and he spat out the wine immediately; the wine and the mug both turned to dust in his anger. Wiping his lips, he spoke with abhorrence, "Cheap revolting thing..."

A sigh mixed with amusement came out from the middle-aged man’s lips when he saw the other person’s reaction.

He put his mug down and let out a hearty laugh, "I first gave you a priceless wine to taste, but you did not even look at it."

"And now that I give you the most pricey wine this tavern could provide, you call it cheap? Don’t you think you have too high a standard? Leonidas..." added the middle-aged man with a friendly smile.

The handsome man did not respond to the snarky remark; he went silent once more.

Seeing his silence, the middle-aged man sighed in defeat, "So? To what do I owe the pleasure, Leonidas?"

Leonidas stated with no hint of emotion, "There is something you have to do on my behalf in the next and final clash of the war."

The middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed. Leonidas added, "You will have to kill the Valkyrie with your minions before the war ends...Zeledin."

Zeledin remained silent, his eyes flickering in dark light, a bit surprised by the request, but it was not completely unexpected, as he knew of the Suncrest royal family’s history.

His smile widened, "And why should I?"

Leonidas replied calmly, "Because you have no choice..."

Zeledin put on a thoughtful expression, but the carefree look on his face remained. He requested with a mocking tone, "Please elaborate."

Leonidas smiled too, and he revealed, "While I may not know whatever precious material you have found in those dry lands of the Minor kingdoms, but it’s not too difficult to guess what you are trying to accomplish with this war...!!!"

Leonidas chuckled, "You never intended to win this war....you’re simply trying to buy time with whatever method possible. Then the Ghost race will leave after losing."

Zeledin continued to sip his wine, unbothered by Leonidas’s analysis.

Yet, at this moment, a vicious smile appeared on the lip of Leonidas, "But what happens if we willingly lose...?"

For the first time since the start of their conversation, Zeledin froze; his expression changed, and the smile on his lips vanished, replaced by a dark, dreary look.

His face was dark, for powerhouses of their level, just a few words were enough to convey a lot.

Countless years ago, it was the Titan Ogre Tribe and the Elven Empire who worked together to seal the Ghost race within Ghost Island.

It was only because that seal had weakened somewhat over the thousands of years due to the efforts of the Ghost Emperor that some of the forces of the Ghost Island could venture out for a limited period of time through certain loopholes the Emperor could exploit.

One did not need to think too much about what would happen if the Titan Ogre Tribe found out that the seal of the Ghost Island had weakened.

That race of vicious monsters would not hesitate to launch an all-out attack and try to mend the weakness of the Ghost Island’s seal.