The Last Adventurer

Chapter 148. The Cold Fields (4)

6.

“There is a Mystic Gate in the Cold Fields that contains Aran’s item!”

The rumor quickly spread across the Elnath Mountains and throughout the Maple World.

“Skadur vouches for it!”

And when the guarantor of the tale was revealed, no one doubted the story.

Instead, they questioned it.

“So which Mystic Gate is this?”

“It’s not some cold, backwoods field, isn’t there more than one Mystic Gate in that vast expanse?”

Which Mystic Gate?

Well, they’ve settled on one thing.

“First of all, Abandoned Mine Adventurer Bebor is a 5th circle adventurer, so he’s most likely a green rank.”

Green.

“The question is, which one is it?”

“Bevor is an adventurer, and in this case, he’s probably the hardest 400-man gate?”

The consensus was that it would be the 400-player Mystic Gate, the highest difficulty level in the Green category.

Of course, it was just a guess.

There were plenty of other infamous Mystic Gates.

In any case, the Elnas Mountains, and especially the Elnas Market, which has the most adventurers, were bustling.

The back market of Elnath Market was no different.

They were even more enthusiastic.

“All these adventurers must be gathering in the cold fields.”

“The money’s coming, the money’s coming!”

For they coveted the adventurers who would come for it more than they coveted Aran’s item.

It’s a cold, cold field, isn’t it?

“If we just stay put and hold our breath, there’ll be plenty of meso to go around!”

A place so full of dead adventurers that it’s not even easy to breathe!

Naturally, the gazes of adventurers operating in the back market turned to the bounty board in the back market.

It was around that time.

“Eh? What is it?”

“The most wanted list has been updated?”

The wanted list changed before their eyes, naturally attracting everyone’s attention.

Now they could see.

“Holy shit! How much is the bounty on El Pampati’s head?”

7.

“Phew!”

As usual, Divo spewed his food over the well-crafted feast.

And, as always, no one blamed her.

“One hundred million mesos?”

I couldn’t help but ask.

“You’ve got a hundred million mesos on the boss’s head?”

In the back market, the bounty on El Palm’s head was beyond comprehension.

And it wasn’t just El Palm’s head.

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“There’s 20 million mesos on your head. I have 30 million mesos on my head.”

Dibo, Miner, Kiri, and Ralph.

Every member of the El Palm Party had a bounty on their heads totaling over 20 million mesos.

If the entire El Palm Party were captured, they could earn close to 200 million mesos.

It was a lot of money.

I couldn’t understand it.

“No, why?”

Who would put that much money on El Pampati’s head, and why?

“Am I cheaper than Miner?”

“Dude, of course you are, you’re a different adventurer!”

Of course, I had other questions, too.

“Wait, Ralph. You’ve been thinking about selling us out in your head, haven’t you?”

“No, no. I’m not thinking about that right now.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I can swear to God.”

“Really?”

“No, I’ve thought about selling it before, but not right now.”

“……, boss, I think we have a problem here.”

But the most important question was.

“There’s no way the bounty is suddenly going up. I think they must have found out we’re here.”

The bounty went up the moment El Palm Party came to the El Nas Mountains.

So the question was.

“Have we been discovered?”

Usually, being found out was not a serious matter when you were using a shapeshifting potion to perfectly conceal your identity.

El Pham, on the other hand, was different.

He didn’t question it much.

“It’s me.”

“Yes, boss, you! You’re the one who’s been messing around…… eh?”

“I revealed my identity.”

All of this was el palm, because that’s what he intended.

“Bo, the boss? Why?”

“The biggest problem with retrieving items from Aran this time is not the retrieval itself. It’s the aftermath.”

“After the retrieval?”

“Because carrying an Aran item is like asking to be killed.”

“Ah!”

Suddenly, everyone understood.

How dangerous it is to carry Aran’s items.

But we couldn’t just give it to someone else or leave it with them.

That’s why.

“So we need someone to take that risk. Preferably us.”

El Pham had deliberately revealed his presence.

“Boss, you didn’t see this coming and create a fake identity?”

Of course, I had this in mind when I created the fake identity.

Once his coworkers realized the big picture that El Fahm had painted, they stopped questioning him.

“Wow, boss, you’re amazing.”

There was only admiration.

To those colleagues, El-Fahm said.

“There’s more to come.”

“What? Still?”

“Dibo, how much do you think you’d pay for information on a wanted man worth 100 million mesos?”

“Boss, what?”

I said.

8.

A cold field.

There was a reason this was a no-go area for adventurers in the Elnas Mountains.

“In the Cold Fields lives the Witch of the Snow Mountain, and she has monsters as her servants.”

Once there, monsters of all kinds appeared.

From Hector and the White Fang to Pepe and the Yeti.

Of course, that alone didn’t make it a dangerous area.

There was no place in the El Nas Mountains that didn’t have monsters, and none of them were dangerous.

“But what’s more frightening is that the Cold Fields are the coldest part of the Elnas Mountains.”

The most frightening thing was the temperature of the Cold Fields.

It was cold basically everywhere in the El Nasr Mountains.

Even the most trained and prepared adventurer could freeze to death if they made the wrong move.

But the cold was different in the cold fields.

“Because of the curse of the Snow Mountain Witch.”

The cold was so intense that if you stood still, you would die in an instant.

It was the coldest place in the Elnas Mountains, and therefore the coldest field.

A place no adventurer would even look at.

“Whoa.”

There was a group of adventurers traveling there now.

There were 31 of them.

“Whoa.”

The appearance of those 31 people was miserable in many ways.

With each breath, the ice around their mouths increased.

It was worse when they inhaled.

Some of their faces crumpled.

The air was so cold it stung their lungs.

“Damn.”

A bitter word escaped the mouth of the party’s leader, the adventurer warrior Isfar.

“I never thought it would be this bad.”

Ispa, a very famous name.

At least in the marketplace of Elnath, there was no one who didn’t recognize the name.

Outlaw hunters, that was her nickname.

As the expression went, she and her party hunted outlaws who operated in the Elnas Mountains.

And she had hunted over a hundred outlaws, earning her the nickname Outlaw Hunter.

In other words, the Isfah party had never ventured into dangerous territory.

They weren’t risk-takers.

“You’re sure your information is correct, that El Palm Party is here?”

Nevertheless, they had come to this dangerous place for one reason: to hunt El Pham.

El Palm, of course, was no outlaw.

He was a great adventurer, not an outlaw.

And the Isfah party knew it.

“A hundred million?”

But when he saw the bounty on his head, it didn’t matter whether he was an adventurer or an outlaw.

Besides, Isfah Fatih had a chance.

“The information must be good.”

He had information on El Pampati.

“It must be sure. I paid five million mesos for it.”

Five million mesos!

That was a lot of money for information.

Even if it was information about the location of a neck worth 100 million mesos, five million mesos?

Isfah knew.

“Mr. Isfah.”

“Yes, I’m watching.”

Still, he was willing to pay for the information for two reasons.

“It was worth 5 million mesos. The information is authentic.”

One is that the person selling the information is very trustworthy.

“Okay, from now on, track him. Don’t ever attack him.”

Of course, the biggest reason was the second.

“Because he’s on his way to where Aran’s items are.”

The El Palm Party was on the move, searching for Aran’s item that was currently shaking the Elnas Mountains.

This was the real trick.

El Palm Party’s reputation was known in the Elnas Mountains.

The exploits of the El Palm Party in the Nihal Desert were bound to resonate among adventurers.

So it was said.

“If it’s him, we’ll find him.”

Five million mesos was a willing price to pay.

“Where Aran’s item is.”

After all he had done, El Palm Fatih would surely find Aran’s item.

That’s why the Isfah Party chased El Palm Party with bated breath.

Their tracking skills were amazing.

And it had to be.

When hunting outlaws, the most important thing was to follow them without being seen by them.

Without the ability to track, they wouldn’t have earned the nickname outlaw hunters.

Of course, it wasn’t easy.

The cold of the open plains didn’t make it easy to breathe.

“Ispah-sama.”

Still, they persevered, and soon they could see.

“Yes, it’s the Mystic Gate, golden.”

“And?”

“The Mystic Gate of the Four Hundred.”

The El Palm Party stood in front of a golden Mystic Gate with a green portal, a 400-man Mystic Gate, the highest difficulty of the Green tier.

“You finally found it.”

Isfah Fatih’s heart leaps at that moment.