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Chapter 149 Chasing Troops

Since four of the five apprentices in the landwalker were tied up by the angry Wright, the difficulty of watching over them was drastically reduced, so Nick also participated in the rotation.

After Nick took over Byron, Wright pulled Byron aside again halfway through the shift and took out an IOU to show him with a smug look on his face.

"Saul has forgiven me."

"Huh?"

"One hundred credits and the previous debt is canceled." Wright patted his chest, "Now I'll finally be able to get a good night's sleep when I return to the tower. Ever since I found out that Saul was a student of the tower master, I've been thinking every day about the way I'll die when I go back ..."

"I made that up."

Wright was unsure, "Huh?"

"Saying that Saul was a student of the Tower Master was just to make his identity sound more important, hoping that the evil spirits would leave Saul's body of their own accord, but unfortunately, the evil spirits weren't even willing to leave him alone at that time."

"Ah! Ahhhh!" Wright exclaimed, staring incredulously at Byron, "You're so cunning!"

He suddenly tore the note in his hand in half with one hand and wailed, "Damn it, Saul even took the opportunity to blackmail me as well! If I had known that he wasn't a student of the Tower Master, I would have given him twenty credits at most!"

Just as Wright ran onto the deck and tried to find Saul to ask for the IOU back, a huge spiritual pressure descended from the sky.

Wright and Byron, who had just walked onto the deck, instantly felt a huge mountain pressing down on them.

The two didn't even support them for a few breaths before they were pressed to the ground one after another.

The two third level apprentices couldn't resist at all, and the others were naturally no better.

The sailboat that was traveling fast suddenly shuddered from side to side, and then slammed into the woods, skidding on the ground for a long distance before it was stopped by a big, thick tree.

Only Saul, who was sitting on the deck, was not much affected, and he was even able to raise his head to see who actually launched an attack on them.

Fortunately, when the ship came to a stop, that mental pressure withdrew as well.

Byron and Wright rushed to Saul's side with ugly faces.

"The pressure just now was definitely a formal wizard!"

"This is close to the wizard tower, could it be that the mentor saw the land traveling ship and thought it was an enemy?" Wright said nervously.

Sol, however, shook his head, "That spiritual force came from the rear. If it's Mentor, in order to prevent us from launching an attack, he shouldn't have withdrawn the spiritual pressure even if the boat stopped."

The two were surprised that Saul was able to distinguish the source of the mental force attack, but now was not the moment to pursue the cause.

Byron said in a deep voice, "Abandon ship and run."

Saul shook his head once again, "It's too late."

Sure enough, behind where Saul was watching, a figure flying rapidly gradually appeared.

That person was dressed in black robes and a purple cloak, and in the rapid flight, the clothes were close to the body, and it was possible to see his strong upper body, as well as ... legs that seemed to be somewhat deformed.

"A full-fledged sorcerer of the Landwalker." Wright, who had seen more, said with a hard look on his face, "He dares to go deep into the boundaries of the Sorcerer's Tower?"

It was definitely too late to escape, the other party's spiritual power had already locked onto theirs long ago.

And a true sorcerer was not something that could be compared to Morton, whose consciousness was confused and whose strength was greatly reduced.

Byron immediately took out a signal and fired it into the sky.

But before the black fireworks could rise into the air, they were directly erased by an invisible force.

The faces of all the people became ugly.

At this time, the other party had already arrived in the air above the ship.

He looked at the three apprentices on the deck as if he was looking at three dead people.

"Apprentices of the Sorcerer's Tower ...," he spoke like a leak, as if a hole had been broken in his throat, "How dare you rob the wind sailing ship of our land traveling boat. There are others on this ship, call them all out to me."

Wright had no choice but to go down and call up Nick, who was shivering in the cabin, and the captive who was in charge of the boat.

At the same time, he also woke up the four unconscious apprentices of the land rowing boat and brought them on deck.

"Yesterday they were captives, today I am going to become a captive. Ai!" Wright had begun to mourn for himself.

When Wright returned to the deck with his captives, he realized that Byron and Nick and the others were already on the ground.

Saul was the only one left still barely sitting in his chair.

The wizard's eyes dripped, "You little guy, your mental power is already so strong."

He looked at Saul, not knowing what came to his mind, and surprisingly let go of his suppression of Nick and Byron. Only then did the two men climb up with great difficulty.

Wright, who was watching this scene, had an ugly face, but he could only walk over to them.

"My lord, this is all the people on the ship now."

But when that official wizard's eyes swept over the five land traveling apprentices, he frowned, "Where's Herman?"

The five apprentices all kneeled on the ground with a "plop", completely lacking the joy of a slave turning into a master.

They looked even more fearful than when they were captured.

No one immediately answered the wizard, who narrowed his eyes and stared at the five.

"No ears?"

Finally one of the apprentices couldn't bear the pressure and flopped to the ground at once, his voice trembling as he said, "Lord Bedi! Herman was killed by an evil spirit in the Valley of the Drooping Hand."

After that apprentice finished speaking, he stole a glance at Sol and lowered his head again in fear.

"The Valley of the Dying Hand? How did he get into the Valley of the Draped Hand?" Bedi wasn't really concerned about Herman's trip, "What about the stuff he was transporting?"

"No, gone. Herman broke into the Valley of the Drooping Hand precisely to track it down."

"Hmph! Rubbish!" Beddie looked a little angry, but strangely not so angry.

In short the look was unusually complex.

He flew in the air and seemed to be thinking about something.

And while he was thinking, no one else dared to move or speak.

Saul looked at several of Byron's people and saw that uneasiness was written all over almost every one of their faces.

But Saul was less nervous.

It was all because the diary didn't give a death warning.

But Saul started to worry about the others again, just because he wasn't going to die didn't mean the others wouldn't.

And Saul was also worried about whether or not he would be taken away by this Bedi wizard? Whether he was taken back as an experiment or a captive, it wasn't what Saul wanted.

Who knew that after a few moments of agonizing, that Bedi sorcerer actually raised a hand to the crowd.

"Forget it, can't leave you guys behind."

A gray misty mass converged in his palm.

"It's just a shame about this little guy." With a regretful glance at Sol, Bedi was ready to wield his sorcery.

The people who were targeted by Bedi felt a powerful fluctuation of magic power the moment the gray fog mass appeared.

Did he even intend to wipe out the apprentices of his own forces together?

Almost everyone showed expressions of despair, and even the apprentices of the landwalkers had already closed their eyes with trembling bodies, waiting to die.

"The diary hasn't prompted yet." Even Saul tensed up, "The attack of a full-fledged sorcerer should not be underestimated, there is almost no resistance for an apprentice."

"Am I the only one who can survive in the end." Saul's anxious gaze swept over Byron and the others.

Just then, Saul suddenly sensed something and jerked his head up.

And the crowd, already enveloped in despair, suddenly heard a gentle voice.

"What are you doing?"

They followed the source of the voice.

Only to see that on the tallest mast of the sailing ship stood a person whose entire body was wrapped in a brownish-red cloak.

Although a gust of wind whipped through the high sky from time to time, it couldn't move the hem of his coat.

No one could get a good look at him, and only a pink chin was vaguely visible between the hood and the collar.

The Bedi wizard dropped his hands shakily, his face flushed as if he had been boiled in boiling water.

"Lord Golzatha."

I'll be sure to add more tomorrow!

(End of chapter)