Chapter 70: Killing (Part 2)

When the invisibility dust on his body lost its effect, Momon had already appeared outside the encirclement of the Wolf Pack. However, this Wizard’s current state was quite bad; not only was his robe tattered, but his hair bun was also extremely messy. Clearly, the previous spell, even with the casting materials, was a spell that exceeded Momon’s scope of strength.

Hah, hah…

After panting rapidly several times, Momon began to fumble towards the direction where the scroll fell in his memory—because the duration of the spell had passed, he had to be even more careful.

Of course, Momon was full of gratitude towards Skold, who had attracted the vast majority of the Wolf Pack’s attention.

Although the other party would die because of this, he would definitely shape the other party into a Hero in front of Prince Fendel, in order to express his gratitude for the other party saving his life.

As for the burden in his heart?

For Momon, such a burden absolutely did not exist.

After all, his relationship with the other party was more of a competitive relationship most of the time.

No matter when, both he and the other party wanted to suppress each other—although Prince Fendel was generous, resources were limited after all, and within these limited resources, if they wanted to obtain more, they had to compete with each other; the successful ones obtained more resources and went further, while the failed ones marked time until they disappeared from everyone’s sight.

No one wanted to become the latter.

Momon was no exception.

Therefore, regarding Skold’s death, he harbored a secret delight.

And this secret delight, after that scroll appeared before his eyes, instantly became even more perfect—the value of this scroll, no one knew more clearly than Momon.

Being able to command the creatures that had left a Mark on it, just this point alone was enough to make those Wizards known as Legends take notice.

In fact, the reason why he took such a big risk to come this time.

Aside from wanting to perform in front of Prince Fendel, and the fact that this trip really needed a Wizard, the scroll before his eyes was also one of the biggest temptations.

Thinking of the scene where the wolves charged earlier, Momon could not help but tremble with excitement all over.

Of course, he did not forget the scene in the last moment—

“The proof of the Bloodline cannot be wrong, those Wolf Packs were indeed bound, but that Alpha Wolf was not affected…” After leaving a considerable distance and confirming that the Wolf Pack could not catch up in a short time, Momon stopped his steps, panting heavily while thinking carefully—for a Wizard, after over-casting, the body itself had already entered a state of overload, and in such a state of overload, to then carry out a long-distance run, was clearly not a good choice.

At least, if possible, no Wizard would do this.

Because, after being exhausted, not only did it affect the success rate of their spells, but it would also greatly reduce their strength for a period of time.

And this, at any time, was something most Wizards could not accept.

However, encountering an extremely critical situation was an exception, not to mention Momon had already confirmed that he had temporarily escaped danger.

After all, near this rocky ground, apart from those Wolf Packs, only he remained, right?

Therefore, when three arrows broke through the air and attacked, Momon was completely stunned on the spot—

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The first and second arrows were blocked by the spell [Protection from Arrows] blessed on his lining, but when facing the third arrow, the [Protection from Arrows] spell was clearly insufficient, shattering silently like that, allowing the arrow to pierce into his chest without any hindrance.

“Who?!”

Momon shouted like this, and at the same time, a mouthful of Blood spurted out, imprinting right on his chest, making the already Blood-soaked clothes even more vivid.

However, Momon still struggled to keep himself from falling to the ground, his gaze looking around, expecting to find the person who ambushed him.

But, even in the daytime, this Wizard’s gaze could not find that ambusher in the layers of the Dense Forest; everywhere that met his eyes was the green jungle and occasional strange rocks sticking out.

As for the ambusher?

This Wizard did not discover him at all.

Pfft!

Another mouthful of Blood spurted out, clearly, the Wizard’s action had once again aggravated his injuries, and the standing position he struggled to maintain by gritting his teeth could no longer persist with the spewing of this mouthful of Blood.

Thump!

The Wizard fell to the ground, but his slightly rising and falling back indicated that the other party was still alive.

A low chanting sound rose again.

Although he had already over-cast before, facing a matter of life and death, Momon would absolutely not sit and wait for death, even if doing so would reduce his strength by one level afterwards.

But, it was better than welcoming death, wasn’t it?

However, Momon had clearly underestimated the power of that arrow.

His spell could no longer continue when it was halfway through; because, an intense sense of paralysis had already appeared in his lungs, making his originally heavily injured lungs completely paralyzed—although the pain reduced due to the paralysis, this was absolutely not a good phenomenon.

Because, the paralysis of the lungs not only interrupted his spell, but also made him unable to breathe.

The following two minutes, Momon spent in extremely painful suffering, and finally, died of suffocation.

When a white light sphere the size of an egg emerged from the other party’s Corpse, Dean walked out from the dark place where he had been hiding—

[XP+120]

An XP value corresponding to the other party’s identity as a High Wizard appeared on Dean’s character panel.

According to past experience, Wizards were different from Knights; a High Wizard was an existence higher than a Grand Knight and close to a Silver Knight, and its XP value under normal circumstances should exceed two hundred, or even three hundred; however, clearly, the System’s calculation started from when both parties officially came into contact—calculated after Momon’s strength decreased from over-casting.

Therefore, it only gave an XP value of a Grand Knight at peak.

However, Dean had no complaints about this.

In fact, being able to obtain such XP was already a pleasant surprise for Dean at this moment; not to mention, he had other gains—that scroll, the casting material bag left by Momon after death, and some personal items; the value of the former was naturally self-evident, and the latter was equally considerable.

After all, that was the property of a High Wizard.

Having crossed the poorest Wizard Apprentice and the relatively poor Wizard, a High Wizard had already begun to truly step into the circle of Wizards.

And as everyone knew, there were no poor people among Wizards.

“Coral Flower, Sleep Grass, Gem Core…”

After Dean simply looked at the casting material bag left by Momon, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up; the casting materials worth a full thousand Gold Pulton were no different from a sudden fortune for Dean at this moment.

Of course, if compared with the Magic Ring held in his hand, it paled in comparison.

This was a Fireball Ring.

Two thin lines contained within the Ruby proved that it could still shoot two Fireballs—

[Crimson Ring]

[Type: Ring]

[Weight: 5g]

[Size: Normal Human Range]

[Special Effect: Fireball (Remaining: 2)]

[Fireball: Use a spell to trigger a Fireball full of explosive energy, causing 1d6 points of damage within a radius of 20 feet (each point of damage is regarded as a full-strength strike from a Knight).]

[Description: A spell in evocation Magic known to ordinary people, with characteristics such as scorching heat and explosion; it is one of the favorite spells of Wizards who specialize or dabble in evocation Magic.]

[Note: Wizards always habitually leave some instant Magic Items for themselves; however, most of the time, it proves that such Magic Items will become the enemy’s trophy.]

Clearly, this was different from that [Fireball Ring] which had already used up its spells; this [Crimson Ring] storing multiple Fireballs was a Magic Item that could be used as a trump card, especially when Dean was about to enter the Conqueror King’s tomb, the appearance of this Ring was no different from giving him an extra point of safety.

As for the triggering spell?

For Dean, who had once proficiently used various small and medium-sized Magic Items, the spell of this Magic Ring was undoubtedly not difficult for Dean.

Of course, there were some other gains that were necessary—

The next moment, Dean’s gaze looked towards the Corpse of that Wizard Momon.

The beating of the [Demon Blood Dagger], that sulfur scent, was triggered again.

However, Dean did not immediately take out the [Demon Blood Dagger], but lifted Momon’s Corpse and quickly ran towards the distance.

At this stage, he had already used the [Flesh Absorption] of the [Demon Blood Dagger] twice; if he performed [Flesh Absorption] again, he would inevitably have to undergo the judgment of [Devil’s Will].

Although he had never truly undergone the judgment of [Devil’s Will], according to past experience, things related to the word ‘Devil’ would absolutely not be anything good.

Therefore, Dean believed that he must act carefully.

So, after running out about twenty kilometers, Dean specially chose a tall tree as a place to stay.

Then, the twisted blade of the [Demon Blood Dagger] pierced into Momon’s Corpse.