Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 111

Darren was surprised for a split second. He then held Elsa's hand and followed the man in dark.

As they walked further, Darren found that the array which trapped them before was made up of simple threads, not as complicated as he thought at first. He could easily crack the threads if he wanted to. As they went forward, the view on both sides changed. There weren't any gray walls anymore.

At the end of the palace was a door. After they entered the door, they were greeted with a narrow tunnel, with kerosene lamps lit on both sides. The dust over the lamps produced a general air of decrepitude and neglect.

"Look, Darren! Who are they?"

Many people in black robes sat on both sides of the tunnel. Many of them had black iron chains piercing through their chests. And the others had their hands and feet shackled. They were like withered flowers. It seemed that they had been dead for centuries.

"Are they rule cultivators?" Darren guessed.

"Not quite. Witchers! We are all witchers,"

said the elder in front of them, with his hoarse voice.

"Aren't you a rule cultivator, sir? And what makes a witcher different?" Darren asked out of curiosity. The answer the elder offered proved that his former speculations were wrong.

The elder, who walked very slowly, made no answer to Darren's question and kept teetering.

All of a sudden, a strange roar came from the end of the tunnel.

The roar was faint but powerful.

What happened next knocked Darren and Elsa down to the ground in an instant. Green flames blazed in the dead men's eyes, and they all turned their heads towards the end of the tunnel simultaneously.

"They are still alive!"

Darren's jaw dropped after seeing what happened. He had never expected those men in black robes to be alive.

When the faint roar disappeared, the green light in their eyes slowly faded until they completely went out. The tunnel went back to its former state, in absolute silence as if nothing had ever happened.

Elsa held Darren's arm tightly and said in a low voice, "I'm scared, Darren."

Darren made no answer but held her hand tightly to comfort her.

The absolute silence went on for several hours.

"It's human blood!"

Some elders, in the same black robes, walked over to the elder in front of Darren and Elsa. Green flames were burning in their eyes. Their glares exuded hostility towards Darren and Elsa.

Then the elder, who was leading Darren and Elsa, talked to them in their language that Darren didn't understand.

At first, they were whispering. Every now and then, they would look at Darren. Then they had a dispute. But in the end, it seemed that they had reached an agreement.

An elder, who came here later, walked over and looked at Darren with his green eyes. Then he reached out his withered hand and placed it over Darren's head.

After a moment, he spoke hoarsely, "Level three Spirit Power!"

Darren didn't understand what the elder meant. Although he was curious, he dared not to speak out of fear. So he kept quiet and waited.

"Be a witcher! Or die!"

said the elder. He left the choice to Darren without any warning.

"Sir!" Elsa exclaimed out of concern. No matter which one Darren chose, neither would earn him a good result. She bowed to the elder and spoke reverently, "Sir, please forgive him! He is here for saving my life. He hasn't done this on purpose. I have a better idea, sir. Take me instead! Make me a witcher. But please spare Darren's life."

The elder and the others shook their heads when they heard Elsa. One of them said, "We can't afford to send you out of here and frankly, your Spirit Power is not qualified to turn you into a witcher. In other words..."

Darren knew well what they meant. Since Elsa was not qualified to be a witcher, the only choice she had was death.

Darren widened his eyes with shock and interrupted, "Sir! I know we have no choice. But at least, we have the right to know why we have to die."

Obviously, Darren had made his choice. It was to die with Elsa.

After all, they didn't have the power to go against the witchers.

The elders were speechless for a while. Then one of them waved his withered hand. Then a ray of green light shot into Darren's head.

An aggressive headache overwhelmed Darren, as if a powerful explosion was taking place inside his head. Meanwhile, thousands of fragmented images flooded his mind.

Elsa's face grew pale with worries. She burst out her sword intent, targeting the elders, and threatened them, "Let Darren go! Stop that!"

However, her sword intent faded into nothing before it could even approach them. And she was shackled by an unknown force, which rendered her immobile. In an instant, one of the elders waved his hand. The next second, Elsa closed her eyes and passed out.