A white fox with three tails flew lazily over a vast landscape of scorched land. Sitting on top of it, Liam cautiously looked at the fort in the distance. Was nothing really going to pop out of that fort and attack them?
He looked at the undead wyvern flying next to them for an answer. "Master, perhaps because of my presence, my brothers and sisters are not attacking you?"
"Hmmm…" Liam nodded. The truth was that unless they went there and checked it out, they wouldn't know the answer to this question. There was no point in playing the guessing game now.
The group soon arrived at the fort, which looked eerily quiet from the outside.
"So this is the place that is supposed to be full of treasures?" Liam bitterly smiled. Only a truly brain-dead idiot or a naive child would fall for such a blatant trap.
However, he was here. So he had to step inside and check it out. If one did not take risks, there wouldn't be any rewards.
