Taking the Mafia to the Magic World-Chapter 1020 Back to Light Cay

Days had passed since Vicente had conquered his 14th pentagram.

His group had finally left the territory of Fallsor Bluff behind, heading towards the sighting area of the men of the Black Raven Crew.

The Black Raven Crew was a group of outlaws who mainly operated in the island's south, being only a few days' journey from Fallsor Bluff.

The road to the area was relatively quiet. Vicente and his companions knew well where to go and what to avoid, so as not to have to face powerful Grand Magus.

After only a week's journey, they were now leaving a small town in the region, where they had got tips on regarding the group they wanted to hunt.

As they left the town and found themselves back in the forest, the group had smiling looks on their faces, eager to confirm what they had achieved the previous afternoon.

The Black Raven Crew was not a powerful group like some beasts they had faced in the last month of travel. As far as they knew, there was no Grand Magus in the group. Their prey's average strength was definitely superior to that of their group, but with only high level Magus in their command, the Black Raven Crew was not an uncontested enemy, even more so for them, who had Vicente on their side.

This mission that they wanted to do in the near future was now Vicente's reward to them for helping him on this important journey for his magical growth.

But Vicente himself wanted to bring down the Black Raven Crew for the benefit of his faction. With the resources that a small group of 7th stage bandits should have, his faction could grow in number and strength of its members quickly. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

He guided his people this morning, soon arriving at a critical point in the forest near the town they had set off from. There, the expert in charge of the group's navigation checked the surroundings, matching the information they had.

"We're close," said the group's Tracker as he looked at his allies. "Get ready."

Everyone in the group tightened their grip on their attack and defense items, with Rex showing his desire to fight. Unfortunately, he hadn't been very useful to his master during the previous hunt. But now he wanted to prove his worth and at least kill some high-level 7th stage magicians.

With his teeth more evident in his mouth, the golden beast made his way ahead of the group, leading them in the direction indicated by the Tracker.

Rex couldn't deny how convenient he was to walk among magicians. They always had useful devices to improve their group's chances, skills of different kinds and advanced knowledge. They really weren't that strong—with the exception of his master—but they had their skills that caught the eye.

Vicente followed right behind his beast, leaving him in front to exploit the strength of the enemy's group. If anything unusual was waiting for them, he would interfere.

As soon as he saw Rex stop after passing a rock, Vicente saw his answer was waiting just ahead.

Those less skilled in combat stayed behind and soon Larissa was on Vicente's right, seeing the camp that awaited them on the other side of the rock in their path.

There was a large camp there. With at least 30 tents or huts, 12 guards monitoring the surroundings, this was the temporary home, or maybe not, of a group of over 50 men.

Defensive and warning devices were activated here and there, while some unusual beasts were sitting or lying down at different points in that area surrounded by rocks and tall trees.

If it hadn't been for the shadows that the group was using to their advantage at the moment, they would surely have already been noticed by some of those individuals with eyes nearby.

'12 high-level Magus, 28 medium-level and 33 low-level.' Vicente counted the number of enemies, speaking to his companions through their mental communication channel.

'There are also six beasts, one of high-level, two of low-level and three of medium-level, all of them of the 7th stage.' Larissa counted the other opponents they would certainly have to fight.

'I see eight individuals in bars. If we release them, it's possible that they'll cause some chaos and favor us in battle,' said the Formation Master, looking at a large rectangular cage in the opposite corner of the camp they were facing.

'The problem is their formations, boss. I can read three of them that will give us some trouble. They can prevent even a newly promoted Grand Magus. If we don't disable them, we'll have a group of enemies aware of our action by the time we reach them. Then the battle won't be pretty.'

This man would clearly prefer to infiltrate the enemy camp and kill the strongest and the standing guards before the enemies realized what was happening!

Vicente had talked to them about assassination and invasion strategies before, and no one there would choose a direct battle straight away.

'One of the most complicated formations is the monitoring formation. It will create an alarm sound as soon as we cross this threshold.' The man used a stick to make a line four meters in front of them. 'If we don't take it down, they'll all fight bravely for their lives.

But after it is the defensive formation, which will basically create a shield around the camp as soon as the emergency alarm sounds.'

As he listened to the experts in his group speak, Minos saw tree leaves falling from outside the protected space ahead within the area where the formations worked.

'It seems that ordinary items with no mana are not sensed by the formations.'

Several structurally identical leaf-shaped blades formed in his hands, each of them without any mana in them.

'Where are the cores of these formations?' Vicente asked as he looked at his team's Formation Master.

The man hesitated as he wondered whether what his leader wanted to do would work, but there really weren't many alternatives. He trusted Vicente and indicated the location of the formation cores.

Once he had a target, Vicente moved the leaf-shaped metals and let them fall out of the air into the protected area.

But these weren't just any leaves. With a special component that would make them change shape within seconds of leaving their creator's magical control, they entered the space of that camp as if they were ordinary leaves and soon gained a special consciousness, flying as they absorbed mana and approached the cores of the formations.

The group's Formation Master saw this and his eyes widened as he realized Vicente's ingenuity.

The next moment, he felt the formations stop working, the signal for them to move!