Warlock Apprentice Chapter 1886: Section 1887 Little Curly Hair

Chapter 1886: Section 1887 Little Curly Hair

Although they didn’t see the assud “beast stampede” within the green mist, the brows of the crowd furrowed deeper.

Without the stampeding beasts, where did this green mist co from? Most importantly, will it harm the residents of Originheart City?

The Sin Hunting Group is the strongest extermination team when facing an enemy, but the enemy here is a locked target; what should they do if the enemy is a misty veil? They can’t just punch at mist, can they?

Amidst the crowd’s suspicions, half of Sir Sabel’s face suddenly transford into a twisted anomaly, with the left eye radiating a bright glow.

This was Sabel using the ability of the Demonic Fiend to stimulate the sight in his left eye. As his sight expanded, Sabel was the first to spot sothing amiss.

He vaguely saw many rising and falling shadows behind the green mist.

These shadows looked like so kind of plant individually, but once connected, they resembled… a forest?

Previously, he saw an expanse of barren land, so why did the green mist turn that into a forest? Is the green mist capable of transforming wasteland into fertile ground?

As Sabel was bewildered, the green mist rapidly charged toward the city!

By now, not only did the mbers of the Sin Hunting Group see the green mist, but the entire populace of Originheart City noticed a streak of green erging from the sky!

“What is this?” Amidst confusion, the streak of green instantly filled the sky, surging into the city from all directions beyond the walls.

In a re instant, the green mist perated throughout Originheart City.

So cried out in alarm, so shouted in bewildernt, while others quickly hurried ho in an attempt to isolate themselves from the green mist.

For a mont, chaos erupted all over Originheart City. Cries echoed everywhere, shouts resounded everywhere.

anwhile, atop the Sky Tower, the City Lord Monroe watched the chaos unfolding in the city, a hint of worry flickering in her eyes.

“These green mists, are they harmless?” After much deliberation, Monroe inquired softly to Frode at her side.

Frode shook his head: “There’s no need to worry about the green mist; the green mist poses no problem. In fact, it might even benefit Originheart City.”

Upon hearing this, Monroe breathed a sigh of relief, but Frode then shifted his tone: “Although the green mist itself isn’t problematic, there’s sothing within the mist…”

Frode paused midway, suddenly looking towards Angel: “Lord, have those Dream Plant Fairies already entered the city?”

Due to the thick mist obscuring his view, Frode couldn’t see the situation within the city, so he turned to Angel for assistance.

Frode’s question startled Monroe, catching the implication that the Alien Clan was accompanying the green mist or perhaps even entering the city. Monroe couldn’t help but look around, worried that the aliens might appear nearby.

Monroe’s actions didn’t attract Frode’s attention; he continued to quietly gaze at Angel, waiting for an answer.

Angel didn’t respond imdiately but instead used God’s Eye to observe for a mont, and under Frode’s expectant gaze, Angel suddenly laughed: “A few little ones have already sneaked in, and as for the others…”

Angel looked toward the direction of the lookout tower.

Frode and Monroe followed his gaze, but saw nothing—only the vague silhouette of the lookout tower.

“Are the Sin Hunting Group already confronting the Dream Plant Fairies?” Frode frowned: “Lord, have they not clashed yet?”

Angel: “Do you have so little faith in the Sin Hunting Group?”

“I’m just a bit worried,” Frode responded softly.

“Rest assured, they haven’t clashed yet, but sothing curious has unfolded…”

Returning to a minute prior:

When Originheart City fell into chaos due to the encircling green mist, Sabel was not affected by the panic behind him; on the contrary, he beca more vigilant and solemn.

He even increased the fusion degree with the Demonic Fiend slightly.

As his body emitted “bang bang bang” sounds, Sabel’s physique grew larger, and his sight similarly improved.

Previously, his visibility within the green mist was at most ten to twenty ters, whereas now it should reach around fifty ters.

This extended sight also allowed Sabel to witness so scenes outside the city. His previous guesses were correct—wherever the green mist covered, signs of lush greenery appeared. Similarly, just beyond Originheart City’s Moat, what was once barren now blossod into a verdant forest.

While Sabel was bewildered by this dramatic change, sothing even more shocking occurred—beyond the Moat, behind a newly grown large tree, soared a baby.

This baby had green curly hair, a chubby physique, and a beautifully adorable face. However, sprouting from his back were four pairs of dark thorns—each pair perfectly matched; eight thorns danced wildly in the air, resembling a clawing spider.

The sudden appearance of this peculiar creature startled Sabel, but he quickly composed himself.

This odd baby was undoubtedly an alien arriving with the green mist.

Previously, young master Tyson had inford them that the nature of aliens, whether good or bad, remained unknown. It’s ideal to coexist peacefully, but should peaceful coexistence fail, one must ensure not to appear flustered or cowardly, to avoid being underestimated.

Thinking of this, regardless of his internal astonishnt, Sabel maintained an air of calmness—even to the point of coldness.

Sabel’s cool deanor, typically perceived as sowhat stern, now ford a unique aura alongside his fearso appearance, even astonishing the little green-haired being across from him.

The little green-haired creature had never seen humans, but their King communicated certain human information through the mother tree via plants. Thus, he learned that humans also inhabited this wasteland.

This realization initially sparked contempt within the little green-haired creature towards humans.

Although this continent was barren, it was still their ho, so why should they share it with humans? Concerning the idea that humans initially appeared here, while they were newcors, such thoughts never crossed the little green-haired one’s limited mind. Even if they did, he wouldn’t care. In his understanding, the concept of first-co-first-serve held no sway.

However, one principle firmly entrenched in the little green-haired mind was: strength above all.

According to information relayed by their King, humans couldn’t control earth forces, couldn’t wield elents, nor restore nature—making them weak in the little green-haired one’s eyes.

The weak have no right to share the continent with them.

Thus, seeing human city walls erge in the distance, the little green-haired creature had prepared to attack.

As for the mother tree’s notion of “balance,” he didn’t care; first using power to crush these weaklings, then discussing balance—a balance born out of favor would truly benefit the Dream Plant Fairy.

However, what frustrated him was that none among the Dream Plant Fairies joining him supported launching an attack on humans right now.

Thus, the little green-haired creature decided to act alone.