Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1287

Murphy flew towards the Ninth Precipitous Mountain as fast as he could.

He had been agitated and angry ever since his daughter was taken. Darren knew that Murphy was desperate to find her.

Darren chased after Murphy, feeling helpless. The Gambling King had deliberately taken Murphy's daughter with the expectation that Murphy would come after her. Darren feared that Murphy was heading straight into a trap.

But how could any father do anything else in this kind of situation? So Darren flew after Murphy, who was traveling at his fastest speed.

They finally reached the territory of the Ninth Precipitous Mountain.

Even though Darren was thousands of kilometers high, flying through the sky, he could feel the thick fog and miasma rising from the earth beneath him.

He sensed that Murphy had stopped moving.

Darren immediately descended, landing on the ground beside Murphy.

"Master Murphy, we must be careful. They are hoping you will be reckless and impulsive,"

Darren said, trying to reason with Murphy.

Murphy scowled. "Of course I know that. But I don't have a choice. I will fight to get my daughter to safety, regardless of what happens to me," he snapped.

"I understand," Darren replied. "But perhaps there's a way to save her without sacrificing yourself. If we go secretly, maybe we can find some clues as to where Miss Freda is being kept. Marching openly into enemy territory will only allow them to make preparations in advance and hide Miss Freda in a more secret place.

I believe they only took her to get to you, so it's unlikely they'll do anything to her while they're waiting for you to arrive," he added.

It was a fair analysis, and one that Murphy agreed with, so he calmed down slightly. Instead of rushing forward alone, he decided to travel more carefully with Darren.

"Fine. Come with me, then," he said.

The two men ventured further into the Ninth Precipitous Mountain.

The land was densely covered with a purple jungle, full of a variety of strange, poisonous flowers.

"Master Murphy, do you know where the Gambling King is?" Darren asked.

"I do. But we have to move carefully, for this forest is full of many hidden dangers."

Darren nodded, gazing warily around him at the purple foliage.

They were still hundreds of kilometers away from the place where the Gambling King lived. In order to avoid detection, Darren and Murphy decided to travel by land.

The two men ran swiftly and silently through the forest.

Suddenly, there was a snapping sound.

A vine had lashed out and wrapped itself around Murphy's waist.

He was yanked back by the vine, and hundreds more vines began creeping around his body, wrapping themselves around him.

"Master Murphy!" called Darren.

He immediately leapt towards Murphy and began slashing at the vines with his sword.

He only managed to hack off a few vines.

"These are tough," he muttered, amazed at how the vines had resisted his blade.

"Break them!" Murphy shouted. He released powerful sword intent, which slashed through the vines wrapped around him.

"Hurry up, let's get out of here!" he shouted.

Murphy jumped from the tangle of cut vines and started to fly away.

Darren flew after him.

But more thick vines reached up with startling speed, closing around Darren's body.

He struggled, but was unable to escape.

In the span of a few seconds, Darren was completely covered with vines. He felt as though he was suffocating.

Even more uncomfortable than the tight, suffocating sensation was the stinging mucus that clung to his skin. The vine secreted a poisonous substance, although instead of pain, it caused an unbearable itchiness in its victims.

Darren, unable to move, felt a strong itch that grew worse and worse. It felt terrible, as though the itchiness was tearing through his whole body.

"Damn it!" he said, his voice muffled against the vines.