Warlock of the Magus World (Chapter 901-Chapter 1050)

“Hng! Scorching gale blade!”


The assassin shouted coldly. With his eyes blazing, the blade in his hand formed a gale which matched the power of a sandstorm, parrying the attack of the female warrior.

“Ooh… There are actually martial art techniques in this area…”

Leylin leisurely watched on from the air, applying a layer of illusion magic around him.

“That female warrior is nearing the strength of a Legendary, but her technique is at the legendary rank! The desert tribes do have some talents… This group of adventurers are in danger…”

Leylin’s estimates were extremely accurate. In a situation where one was in an unfamiliar setting with a smaller number of people, the disadvantage could not be made up by just a sudden burst of strength.

Thud Thud! Yellow sand flew in the air. Facing against a berserker like Awar, those desert warriors chose not to engage head on, but to ride their camels, dragging along multiple metal chains behind them.

Peng! Peng!

The furious roars of the berserker carried on, yet he was still trapped like a bug in a spiderweb, and could only resist to no avail.

Some time later, the berserker’s roars grew softer, and his physique turned back into the original size, looking dispirited.

“Not good, his berserk mode has ended!”

Looking on, Allerie went forward and shove a spiritual force potion down Awar’s throat, her face filled with worry.

Even with the resolution of the assassin, he could not help but be demoralised looking at the current circumstances.

“Hmm… If there aren’t any reinforcements, then most likely this group of adventurers will perish here…”

Leylin concluded while in midair, “However, their backup has arrived…”

Leylin’s face turned solemn as he looked at a direction, pulling his distance away, as if somewhat apprehensive.

While he had used illusory magic to cover his tracks, he was still very likely to be discovered if someone of the same rank was here.

Zoom!

At this moment, in the direction where Leylin was looking at came a very hazy and loud noise. It sounded like the chirps of a thousand birds, and thunder from the sky.

Boom!

A bright starlike object appeared in broad daylight, with a dazzling afterimage as it shot over with a whizzing noise.

When the object drew closer, it was made out to be a thrown spear. The friction it produced while speeding through the air had turned it a bright red, as if it was going to melt anytime.

This scene could only be made out with Leylin’s visual prowess. As for the desert tribe, they could only see a dazzling light shooting towards them, piercing several warriors and camel at the same time, finally landing before the female leader of these desert warriors.

Clink!

Against such an attack, the desert leader face turned solemn. She withdrew both her hands and crossed them, into a jagged cross symbol.

Bang!

A loud explosion sounded as steam rose from the ground, followed by the smell of rust.

After the dust and sand had settled, the female desert warrior was no longer there, only broken bits of the sabre were scattered around where she stood.

“Uwuuu~~”

As if receiving some sort of order, the sand tribe immediately turned their backs and fled, not lingering for one bit.

They retreated quickly and in the span of a few breaths, no one from the sand tribe could be seen, only flurried tracks from the camels remained.

“It’s our lord! He’s here!”

Allerie squealed, as the assassin and other members heaved a sigh of relief.

“You guys are late!”

A giant, metallic arm reached for the spear as its owner spoke in a booming voice.

He had curly, wine-red hair, and a silvery unibrow. The expression on his face was extremely stern, commanding respect and intimidation.

“Our apologies! Lord Rogero, there were some circumstances on the road…”

The assassin’s face turned slightly pale and spoke in a soft voice.

“Also, thank you for saving us, my lord…”

Allerie’s eyes held a tinge of adornment, but Rogero did not care the least.

“You bunch of useless creatures! Such a simple matter and you already can’t deal with it…Moreover…”

Rogero’s gaze seemed dazzling to Allerie, as he looked from her face down to her belly, causing her to turn red.

“You were being followed and no one knew it, you group of fools!”

Rage began to replace the puzzled look on Rogero.

“Hn? Followed? No way, I…”

The female wizard looked blankly at the spear pointed at her, feeling flabbergasted.

Soon after, she was stunned as she looked at her hands.

The original jade white skin now was covered in thick tumors filled with pus. As those tumors erupted, it caused her to wail loudly.

Sssii!

White smoke rose from the body of the female wizard, and her blood-curdling screams struck fear into the heart of others. When the smoke had dissipated, the female wizard no longer stood there, but only a puddle of pus left on the sand.





Chapter 969 – Frostfall


Frostfall

“What…What happened? Allerie…she…” The assassin stared blankly ahead.

“What a venomous spell, is it a curse-type magic or a poison element spell?”

Rogero squatted by the pool of pus, his expression extremely solemn.

“Right after I discovered a trace, it was decisively broken? The killer behind this is extremely cunning and cold-blooded… It’d be a worthy opponent…”

“Allerie! Allerie!”

Only realising what had happened now, the members all cried out in anguish. Especially Awar, who knelt to the ground, and seemed to have suffered a mental breakdown.

Looking on, the assassin sighed. He had long since knew that Awar had feelings for Allerie, but the female wizard had only set her sights on strong people, which left Awar feeling rather dejected.

But now, the two of them will never be together.

“Is this a venomous curse-type magic by the sand tribe?” The assassin asked as he looked at the sand that left no corpse behind, a chill running through his spine.

“It’s very likely not the sand tribe, but the person that had followed you before you entered the desert!”

Rogero shook his head, and the spear in his hands whizzed in a whistling sound.

“Let’s go! We can’t waste any more time on this. The prophesied event is about to happen… We must reach Snowfall Valley before then…”

“Yes, my lord!”

The assassin and the rest did not have any objections, and very soon set off on their journey.

Only the sizzling pile of pus remained, as if reminding someone that it was once the life a high ranked class which had perished.

……

“Rogero?”

Leylin walked out from the darkness in the distance. “I’ve heard of this name before, he is a legendary that specialises in using spears. Having a high reputation amongst the western region, I never thought that he’d be here today…”

“The gathering of weeping crows and the blood moon… It’s soon approaching. I wonder how many experts who are blinded with greed will still be coming…”

Leylin raised his head and looked in the sky as he muttered, before vanishing from the spot.

At this point, he no longer needed a guide.

Because Frostfall Valley was in fact the sacred grounds of the sand tribe, which they had protected for generations.

When he appeared again, Leylin had entered the oasis. He looked around at the mess on the ground and picked a sand tribe corpse from it. Very soon his eyes had flashed with various memory fragments.

“So it’s there…”

Spells which could retrieve memories were already considered rare, but this skill to do so from a corpse would shake the world.

After getting the information he needed, Leylin formed a giant scorpion with the sand and looked towards a direction.

He then sat on it and with the point of his finger, the sand scorpion began to sprint towards the direction as if it had life within its body.



……

However, after arriving at Frostfall Valley, the ongoing scene still left Leylin somewhat flabbergasted.

Corpses! Corpses that filled the area for as far as the eye could see! Many of the sand tribe members had numerous injuries on the bodies. Their faces carried rage, and even utter fear.

It seemed like there were traces of a castle, but right now it had been destroyed by a powerful force and reduced to just a rubble.

“This doesn’t seem to be the style of Rogero and his men…”

Leylin stroked his chin, and looked at a pair of corpses that had died while fighting each other. The sand tribe warrior had a malevolent expression, as he gnawed off the throat of his opponent. The other party had plunged a dagger into the sand warrior’s skull, and his eyes were still moist, as if he had planned to sacrifice himself to kill his opponent. However, there was one thing that could not escape Leylin’s eyes.

“The aura of death… Is this a necromancy-type magic?”