Warlock Apprentice Chapter 731 - Wrong Course

Chapter 731: Wrong Course

“I-I think I hit the wrong guy!”

“Is it you, Eight? Eight! Answer !”

No response.

The other guild mbers felt their confidence earlier breaking down really fast.

“What about you, Twelve? Are you hurt?”

Again, no answer.

“Fool! Don’t make a move before we destroy the illusion nodes!” “Boss” demanded in a loud voice.

“Boss” was the strongest guild mber sent by Centipede Guild, who was said to be an elite apprentice from a major organization. He was expelled for his misbehavior later and beca a rogue. Even so, both his talent and knowledge were way more competent compared to the other people in the group.

“Who’s there? Urgh!” soone grunted.

“Three?! What’s the matter?”

“The b*stard is ambushing . Don’t co, I can manage. Keep your guard up!” “Three” replied in a trembling voice.

The others couldn’t do anything but to wait until the painful screams of “Three” beca weaker and then disappeared.

That was the third one who was either killed or captured in the mist, and none of the guild mbers saw what got them.

“Dirty tricks...” “Boss” grimaced. “Defend yourselves and keep looking for illusion nodes. I’ll do sothing if any of you see him again.”

But the entire illusion area remained quiet for a long ti. No one was attacked.

“Then I should use the chance to break the illusion faster...” “Boss” clenched his fists. “But what the heck is this? I can’t see through it at all!”

In his view, the mist illusion was one of the most basic cantrips studied by amateur illusionists. He could even feel the deadly wind outside still affecting the mist, but he couldn’t find any waymarks or directions no matter how he tried.

He moved around a little and realized that the wind also changed along with his movent, which only further confused him.

“Boss, that guy’s on !” “Seven” called out.

“Boss” imdiately rushed toward the source of the voice to rescue his man, but he failed to find Seven. In fact, he had never seen any of his mbers since they were engulfed by the mist.

“Goddammit. The illusion affects our sense of direction!” “Boss” just noticed why their attacks went to the wrong targets.

He felt his heart sink when he realized that their enemy hadn’t made a move for real yet. The simple illusion was enough to completely trap them.

He declared his following plans, but he received absolute silence.

“Don’t fu*king tell you’re all dead?!”

“I got it! The illusion node! You all attack what I’m pointing at so that we can get the hell out of the illusion!” soone suddenly yelled.

“Good job!”

“After you, boss!”

“Let the a*shole taste the might of our brothers!”

“Boss”‘s face went pale upon hearing that order.

That man’s mimicking my voice!

“DON’T LISTEN TO HIM!!” he called as loudly as could. He was already regretting his reckless decision of confronting Angor without being fully prepared. They should at least maintain their Spirit Bond beforehand!

Once again, no one answered him. Soon, several energy explosions were heard in the illusion, followed by the shrieks of the guild mbers.

“Boss” finally knew why their target seed so chill when facing them, but it was too late.

A man suddenly erged in his view.

“YOU!”

Without a second thought, “Boss” unleashed his strongest poison attack at Angor, who simply remained where he was and watched.

“Boss” saw this and imdiately knew sothing was off again.

When his poison fully covered Angor’s form, he heard his n yelling in pain. As he feared, “Angor” slowly lted away, leaving his twelve brothers behind.

“Crescent Barrage.”

“Boss” did not have a chance to look at who said those words when his body was overwheld by a swarm of wind blades.

He knew “Crescent Barrage” was only a level-1 cantrip, which was enough to finish him off in this situation. It seed their bigger number was pointless against an illusionist who could control their sense or even emotions.

Angor had more than one way to thoroughly destroy them. This mist illusion was only one such thod, which easily maid all thirteen of them.

“This is impossible... I should’ve never accepted this job...”

That was “Boss”‘s final thought before he blacked out.

Angor had canceled his illusion since the guild mbers had done killing each other without his help.

While Toby used gravity power to keep the corpses in the air, Angor checked their bodies and was disappointed to find almost no useful resources. These thugs combined were more broke than him when he joined Brute Cavern as a freshman. He managed to find a one-use space capsule from their “boss”, which didn’t contain any valuables either.

He then tossed the bodies into the sea. While it was possible that so of them would co back as souls, Angor wasn’t going to mind them. Devil’s Water was never short of wandering ghosts anyway.

He didn’t deal the finishing blow to the “boss” yet, who was unconscious due to serious blood loss. He did so because he needed soone to tell him about Centipede Guild.

He was planning to capture more than one guild mber earlier, but the poison attack used by the “boss” was deadlier than he thought. He didn’t have ti to revive anyone.

It was ti for him to get back to The Limpet. Since he could see nothing other than violent seawater being blown into the sky, he closed his eyes to sense the energy waymark he left on the ship earlier.

The bad weather greatly disrupted the “signal”. In the end, he only sensed the general direction of the ship.

“Northwest... and a bit far.”

He carried the “boss” onto Toby’s back and told Toby to head to the direction he sensed. In order not to accidentally dive straight into Sumrdew’s territory, he told Toby to maintain a moderate speed in the wind.

Ten minutes later, Toby ate a Mana Flower to keep up his Griffin Form.

Angor could see the waters around them changing, which suggested a new route. But the hurricane was still blowing over them.

After another five minutes, Angor gazed at the peculiarly dark water beneath them with a confused look.

“Is this Sumrdew Ridge?”

According to Helen’s map, Sumrdew Ridge ca with many scattered reefs and small islands, which he didn’t see yet. Besides, The Limpet should remain at the outer edge of Sumrdew Ridge instead of going inside.

They successfully outran the windy environnt a mont later, but he didn’t feel any better. Instead, another dreadful sensation made his hair stand as if there were blood-sucking worms crawling all over his skin.

Now, it was obvious that this place wasn’t the Sumrdew Ridge The Limpet used to sail across.

“Perhaps sothing bad happened and forced The Limpet to enter the wrong route?”

His best choice right now was to turn back into safer areas. But on second thought, he decided to keep moving and look for The Limpet first. Without a guide, he didn’t know how to travel to Farren Land anyway.

The energy waymark soon helped him locate the ship.

But it didn’t look good. The Limpet was left ashore on a tiny island about a kiloter in width. There were no buildings or mountains on it—only dark, thorny creeping plants that had grabbed The Limpet and pulled it onto dry land.

At this mont, there were many pairs of glowing eyes hidden among the vines glaring at the ship.

Also, Angor felt sothing familiar coming from the horrible gazes.