Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 36 - Hurry Up
Chapter 36: Chapter 36 Hurry Up
Chapter 36 -36 Hurry Up
“Don’t kill me!!”
The shrill and distorted scream startled a large flock of birds in the forest.
Ronan stood emotionlessly at his original spot.
His longsword was suspended straight in midair, the cold gleaming blade was less than three centimeters away from a face that had been scared bloodless.
But when Ronan got a clear look at who it was, he was slightly taken aback.
“Eugene?!”
This “novice” wizard who was casting spells stealthily from behind the bushes turned out to be the very Eugene with whom he had a conflict at a gathering in the past!
“Don’t kill me…
don’t kill me…”
At this moment, Eugene was thoroughly terrified by Ronan’s sword.
His whole body was shaking, kneeling on the ground, his face full of collapse and horror, unable to utter anything beyond pleas for mercy.
Ronan sized up Eugene’s current state.
He was carrying big and small bags on his body, with bulging items clearly stuffed under his magic robe.
It was evident that he was in the middle of escaping with his belongings.
A little thought made it easy to guess the cause and effect.
On his escape, Eugene had the bad luck of running into himself, with whom he had a past conflict.
Already frightened and nervous, and fearing that the encounter would lead to harm, he thought to hide in the bushes and strike first.
However, it was just so feeble, a zero rank low-level magic spell repeated over a dozen times without managing to be successfully uttered…
Looking at Eugene now fearfully kneeling and begging for mercy, and recalling his arrogant, sinister, and mean demeanor at the gathering,
Ronan suddenly lost all interest in revenge, feeling only a taste of blandness.
“Get lost.”
Ronan sheathed his longsword, cursing under his breath.
Eugene, as if granted amnesty, scrambled away hurriedly, the packages hidden in his magic robe dropping loudly as he went, leaving Ronan speechless.
Suddenly, as if Ronan had thought of something, he called out to stop the frantically fleeing Eugene.
“Wait!”
Eugene’s body instantly froze, slowly turning around with a face filled with despair.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you, just want to ask you a few things.”
Ronan spoke indifferently: “Did you see Old Wells on your way here…”
“Yes, yes!”
Eugene immediately pointed in a direction.
Ronan’s spirit lifted slightly, not expecting an actual lead.
Judging by the forthright manner Eugene blurted out, he probably wasn’t lying.
“Then where did you hear the news about the Black Robed Wizard?
Tell me everything you know.”
“Black Robe?..”
Eugene clearly paused at Ronan’s question, his eyes widening with even greater panic crawling up his cheeks.
“The Black Robed Wizard has already mobilized?!”
Eugene, like a startled rabbit, instinctively looked about, his face full of intense nervousness and fear.
Ronan instead was confused by his reaction.
“If it’s not because of the Black Robe, then why are you running with your belongings?”
“I…
I heard there was a Magic Beast!”
Eugene stammered: “They say that deep in the forest a Magic Beast has come out, eating people everywhere…”
“What?!”
This time, it was Ronan’s turn to be greatly surprised.
Magic Beasts!
So it turns out that it’s not just the Black Robed Wizard causing havoc in the forest, but Magic Beasts rampaging as well!
Ronan’s face turned unsightly in an instant.
He wanted to ask Eugene a few more questions, but upon looking up, he realized that the fellow had already run off into the distance.
He couldn’t be bothered to chase after him, considering Eugene’s cowardice; he probably wouldn’t get anything useful out of him anyway.
Standing still, his eyes flickered rapidly for a moment.
In the end, Ronan still didn’t change his mind about finding someone and rescuing them.
But with the addition of an unknown risk of a Magic Beast, he had to move even faster.
He quickly walked up and opened a few packages that Eugene had dropped in his flight, discovering several vials and jars filled with some unknown powdered Potion.
Ronan slapped his forehead, immediately regretting his oversight.
“Forgot that this guy is a Pharmacist…”
“If I’d known, I should have extorted him thoroughly when I had the chance, taken a few useful Magic Potions…
Alas…”
…
In the forest, Vinicia was supporting Old Wells as they staggered along, with little Cheryl following by their side.
The three of them looked panic-stricken, glancing back from time to time as if something was chasing after them.
“Stop worrying about me…
cough cough cough…”
All of a sudden, Old Wells spoke, coughing violently with specks of blood staining the front of his robe.
“Our little tricks won’t deceive him for long, that Black Robed Wizard will catch up with us soon.
I’ll hold him back; Vinicia, you must quickly take Cheryl and run…”
Old Wells’ complexion was pale, drained of all color, and he looked ten years older all at once, yet his tone was resolutely firm.
Vinicia bit her lip, not uttering a word, her body rooted in place, motionless.
Cheryl, on the other hand, clung tightly to Old Wells’ leg, her eyes brimming with tears as she shook her little head incessantly.
“No!
Don’t!
We can’t leave Grandpa Wells behind!”
Old Wells kept urging them, but the two were as stubborn as boulders, refusing to leave his side no matter what.
Old Wells sighed deeply, shaking his head helplessly, letting the two continue to assist him on their path.
The formal invasion of the Black Witch Land had come a whole half-year earlier than Old Wells had expected.
Even after sensing the approaching crisis and immediately fleeing with Vinicia and Cheryl, they were still targeted by a cunning and evil Black Robed Wizard.
This adversary was a powerful Intermediate Wizard Apprentice, far surpassing Old Wells in strength.
Old Wells had only faced him head-on once and had already been severely injured by his Spell.
If not for living in this forest for decades and knowing every nook and cranny, along with some early laid secret traps, they might have already perished at that previous moment of crisis eruption.
With the ominous enemy possibly catching up at any moment, Old Wells could only hope that someone would see the rescue signal he sent and come in time; that way, the three of them might still stand a chance to survive.
The trio supported each other, moving quickly through the woods with uneven steps.
Suddenly, a chilling voice echoed in the silent jungle.
“Three pitiful insects…
really quite adept at running…”
Old Wells turned sharply to look behind, and indeed, the nightmarish figure of the Black Robed Wizard had reappeared.
Their complexions changed in an instant, and with urgency, they urged Vinicia and Cheryl to run as fast as possible.
Old Wells was injured, and their escape was pitifully slow.
But the Black Robed Wizard pursuing them did not seem in a rush to capture them, simply following at a leisurely pace with an evil and cruel smile on his corpse-like face, as if considering how to make their deaths more entertaining.
In the midst of this cat-and-mouse game…
“Whoosh!”
A figure suddenly burst out from the dense thicket in the direction of Old Wells’ trio’s escape, agile and darting straight towards them.
The three were startled, but upon recognizing the newcomer, they were overjoyed.
But in the next instant, Old Wells seemed to realize something, hurriedly moving forward and shouting anxiously, “Ronan, run!
Don’t come here…
this guy is not something you can handle!”
