Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Chapter 622 World 80

No matter how vast the Valley of Ruins may be, it will eventually come to an end.

At the highest point of the valley, Stella and her companions discovered a temple that resembled those of the elves.

Pushing open the heavy doors, even after tens of thousands of years, the temple remained spotless.

The altar was shrouded in layers of curtains, obscuring the appearance of the deities enshrined inside.

Stella wanted to go and see, but after taking a few steps, she found that the path, which was not long at first, seemed to have no end.

“Your Majesty,” Stella cried out, “are the gods displeased with me?”

The Elf King didn't understand her meaning at first, but after he followed her for a few steps and couldn't get through either, he said, "Perhaps you should add me too."

Stella glanced up at the curtain in front of her: "Has the King seen this statue before?"

“No,” the Elf King pondered for a moment, “what used to be placed here was the throne of the God of Light.”

Stella seemed thoughtful, but said, "Shall we just leave like this? But this curtain is so tightly drawn, who knows if the idols inside have been replaced?"

"What if an evil god takes over our place and we don't notice? Will the gods blame us later?"

The Elf King glanced at the curtains and stopped Stella's restless heart.

"No one would dare to act recklessly in the place of the God of Light, especially since the element of light inside the veil is so dense. The God of Light himself descended to earth, and that's all there is to it. No one could be faking it."

“Alright,” Stella said, having received no support, she had no choice but to suppress her thoughts for the time being and consider when she could come back again.

The statue of the God of Light among the elves looks familiar, but it has too many totems on its face. I wonder what the one in the Ruins Valley is like.

If it was left behind by the God of Light himself, it wouldn't be so fancy, would it?

While Stella was still considering, the Elf King had already gone out and quickly prepared all the offerings.

The ingredients were sourced right here in the mountains, and the prepared food was neatly arranged on a large table.

Stella looked curiously at the slightly reddish, curled meat arranged in the corner, glossy and seemingly crisp. She wondered what it was, as she hadn't eaten any meat like this in the past few days.

After being led by the Elf King to pay their respects and then stepping back, Stella couldn't wait to ask the question.

"Your Majesty, is that made of tree root worms?"

"Yes," the Elf King hesitated for a moment, "would you like to try it?"

“No, I was just asking,” Stella said, though it didn’t look very appealing. She really wanted to try it.

Especially when the processed meat is so unrecognizable and beautifully plated, it becomes even more tempting.

However, with the Elf King right in front of her, Stella didn't tell the truth.

After all, the Elf King disliked the dish so much that he didn't even want to serve it himself, but instead used magic to quietly place it in the corner.

Stella has to admit, this kind of Elf King is kind of cute.

Compared to the Elf King of the past, who stood before the elves and fairies and could withstand any storm, Stella also liked this kind of king very much.

After their exploration of the Ruins Valley, Stella and the Elf King stopped by the path at the foot of the mountain.

Having been away from the Elven race for so many days, the Elven King must return.

Stella was a little reluctant to part, but she still smiled and said, "Your Majesty, see you next time."

"See you next time," the Elf King replied, but didn't move.

A gust of wind blew by, and the leaves in the dense forest not far away rustled down.

In the end, Stella turned and left first, at the Elf King's behest.

As Stella turned the corner, she couldn't help but look back, and the Elf King was still standing there.

Once she left the path and reached the entrance to the valley, Stella no longer sensed the Elf King's presence, so she knew he was gone.

Stella wasn't in a good mood and was about to leave when she suddenly heard voices. She stopped, concealed her presence, and hid.

A male voice asked, "Are you saying that the person I mentioned a few days ago saw enter the Valley of Death?"

“That’s right, sir,” a fawning voice replied, “I happened to be nearby at the time and saw it clearly.”

The male voice said, "Are you sure she hasn't come out?"

“Definitely not,” the fawning voice now carried a greater degree of certainty. “The Valley of Death is named that way because no one has ever come out of it alive.”

"If it happens, it will be big news in our village, and the whole village will know about it."

"Sir, you must believe me. My great-grandfather said that many people came here to explore many years ago."

"Among those explorers were many other races. Not only did the last one not come out, but even those who went to rescue him perished."

"Later we found out that going in here meant certain death, so gradually no one came here anymore, and that's how it ended up like it is now."

After a moment, the male voice said, "I understand. You can leave now."

“Yes, sir,” the obsequious voice paused, then continued, “Sir, look how I led the way for you, and how I answered all your questions without reservation, isn’t that right…”

"This guy's got guts," Stella thought to herself. "He's clearly not going to pay for the information, and you still dare to ask for it."

Sure enough, a few slapping sounds came, followed only by fawning cries of pain.

"It's an honor that I need you, now get out!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure walked in fearlessly from the entrance of the valley.

Fortunately, Stella hid well, and the man didn't see her at all, and walked up the path.

"Pah!" the sycophant couldn't help but mutter a few curses under his breath. "I'd rather die than take this job again. I thought I could get some reward money."

"Forget it, forget it. He's a stubborn dead man who won't listen to reason and is just delaying my work."

Stella only emerged from her hiding place after listening to his rambling on and on as he walked away.

She thought for a moment, then carefully went back up the mountain. By sheer coincidence, she saw the man heading straight into the dense forest.

The man was alert, but he only paid attention to his surroundings and not to his feet. He tripped over a tree root and almost fell. He kicked the tree root in annoyance and cursed a few more times before continuing on his way.

He didn't notice that after he left, the bulging tree roots disappeared silently.

Then, a tree root burst from the ground beneath his feet, which he narrowly avoided, and his hood fell off.

Seeing those distinctive fangs, Stella understood why he was so bold.

Vampires have extremely strong regenerative abilities, and under normal circumstances, they can only be killed by silverware.

Or it might not necessarily be a killing; if his level is high enough, it could just be suppression.

He will be weak for a while after the silverware is taken away, but he will eventually recover.

Judging from his previous self-proclaimed status, he must have some standing, but it's unclear what level he was at.

Stella thought for a moment and first ruled out the princes and dukes, as those were the two highest ranks.

After all, vampires of these two levels wouldn't be as tasteless and reckless as this one in front of them.

Of course, the lowest-ranking baron can also be excluded.

He dared to track down Stella, a fairy, all by himself; he really needed some resources.