Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 381 - 184 "Umbrella," Long Time No See, Grace._3

After the decision of the four-person group was made, the silver-haired witch and another Level 3 male wizard immediately retreated to protect the little witch.

Young Wizard Donny turned around with a calm expression, gently tore open the scroll in his hand, and in a flash, a dazzling white light burst forth, transforming into a pure white flame in the void and forming a huge white flame ring that rapidly spread outwards.

Any metal element swept by the flame ring would silently melt and vanish, instantly clearing a path through the congested battle group.

Seizing the opportunity, the silver-haired witch and her two companions broke out from the weakest point of the encirclement.

Just as they were about to completely leave the battle, a large clump of black clouds suddenly burst forth from the collapsed metal ruins below.

They were a horde of bizarre puppets, resembling hornets and crows, half the size of a person, each flowing with a black metallic luster and silver-white rune light paths.

Each puppet emitted an energy fluctuation comparable to a Third Rank Magical Beast.

As they gathered, the terror they released magnified, like a hurricane teeming with death and destruction, rapidly hurtling toward the three.

The silver-haired witch’s color drained as she felt the crisis descending; without saying a word, she and the other wizard immediately stepped forward.

Intense white light burst forth from both, forming a vast white light wall in the void, advancing to block the strange puppet swarm.

The little witch covered by the pair retreated cautiously like a wary rabbit, then spotted a relatively safe direction and dashed out quickly.

She was well aware of what those around her were fighting for.

As long as she was safe, those in charge of guarding her could withdraw with peace of mind, using their means and strength.

"Huff——"

Having rushed a good distance away from the battle, the little witch stopped, patting her chest and released a long breath of relief.

There was danger but no threat of a rampaging monster targeting her.

A trace of joy surfaced between her pretty brows; she then raised her hand, ready to signal her companions to retreat.

However, at that moment, an urgent and cold shout rang out beside her.

"Princess, be careful!"

The little witch’s hand, meant for waving, stopped mid-air. Seeing the silver-haired witch who was struggling to fend off the puppet swarm and retreating, shouting at her with a tense expression, she abandoned her other companion and dashed towards her without concern for herself.

The little witch’s heart trembled inexplicably, and she turned back discreetly, only to see seven or eight winged, bizarre metallic blade discs rotating at high speed flying straight towards her.

The metallic blade discs cut through the air, emitting an incredibly sharp whistling, their terrifying sharpness warping the void, raising a whirlwind that blew the locks of hair in front of the little witch’s forehead and involuntarily narrowed her eyes.

Even a Level 3 wizard proficient in battle would be thrown into chaos by this situation, let alone her, a homebody witch keen on academic research and knowledge acquisition, with combat skills and experience that were sadly lacking.

Watching the terrifying metallic blade discs screech as they closed in, the little witch’s brain went blank.

She didn’t know what to do.

She only felt an intense coldness sweeping over her body like a tide, and all sounds quickly receding from her ears.

She was like a person who had fallen into an icy lake, helplessly watching herself being slowly engulfed by something...

Then.

A silver-white light flashed rapidly before her eyes.

Then it seemed a pair of strong, slender arms suddenly grasped her tightly.

A turn.

Silver-white light spread, solidifying into an umbrella-like shape, firmly protecting her in front.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—ding ding ding—"

The little witch heard the sound of high-speed rotation of the blade discs cutting through metal, and the clear sound of metal colliding and being repelled...

All the perilous assaults were blocked outside the "umbrella."

It was only then that an unprecedented tremor and fear belatedly swept over the little witch’s body.

"Bang bang! Bang bang!"

The little witch, her face pale, pressed her chest, feeling her pounding heartbeat.

But she couldn’t help raising her head quickly, wanting to see who had pulled her from the depths of the icy suffocating lake.

In her pretty and crystal-clear eyes, shortly reflected an unforgettable image—

The center of the "umbrella," silvery-white metal, flowed apart like mercury.

A chestnut-haired, blue-eyed, handsome and spirited young man quietly emerged.

Standing in front of the little witch, barely a meter away.

The young man extended his hand, gently straightening the crystal glasses that had slipped down her nose, and then smiled at her: "Long time no see, Grace."

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