blueteamnovel Chapter 20 Sudden Attack
Chapter 20 Sudden Attack
Lor has been having a very difficult time these past few days.
His patron, Wizard Klin, is dead, while his rival, Wizard Pello, has reached level two and has even taken Wizard Hick as his disciple.
Since the death of Wizard Klin and the attainment of Level Two by Wizard Perot, none of Lor's subordinates have contacted him anymore.
He himself was terrified that Hick would retaliate, and lived in constant fear and anxiety.
He feared that one day Hick would lead his men to capture him and use him as a test subject for the wizard Perot.
He also knew about the rumors surrounding Klar, and he knew even more that it was information released by Hick's men.
He felt this was his only chance to gain Hick's forgiveness.
"Kill that little apprentice... Klar!"
A sickly light ignited in Lor's eyes.
"Yes! Kill him! Take his things! That witchcraft artifact must be very important! Extremely important!"
The moment the idea popped into his head, it immediately took over his entire being. It was like a lifeline, the only piece of driftwood he could see before he drowned.
"I can't just wait to die... I can't!"
Lor rushed to a box in the corner and roughly lifted the lid.
Inside were some loose magic crystals, a few bottles of murky potions (mostly low-quality recovery or temporary buff potions), a poisoned dagger, and...
A crumpled, charred scroll.
This was his trump card for survival, a one-time "Blazing Impact" spell with power reaching the level of a third-level apprentice's ultimate spell.
He grabbed the scroll and dagger and stuffed them into his pocket, then poured several bottles of medicine into his mouth.
The bitter liquid slid down my throat, bringing a brief burning sensation and a false sense of power.
He took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and like a ghost disappearing into the shadows, crept toward the place where he had learned that Klar was.
Meanwhile, Clara is going through a period of inner turmoil.
He forced himself to calm down, his mind racing.
To whom should the sacrifice be offered?
The legendary tower master?
It's too far away; what I have is probably not even worth the other side's attention, and I'd easily become a pawn in a higher-level game, dying even faster.
The newly appointed Pelosi? Hick's mentor!
The idea is incredibly tempting, but the risks are also enormous.
What will Hick think?
Would Pelosi suppress her newly accepted, promising disciple for the sake of a complete stranger?
Clara shook her head; the possibility was too low.
Other veteran, top-tier mentors?
For example, "Blackthorn" Valen, who is known for his research on curses and contracts?
Or perhaps Ella, the "Frost Whisperer" who excels in ice magic?
They might be interested in the "Curse of Frost" itself, and are more likely to offer protection for the item.
But similarly, will they treat themselves as a nuisance after they get what they want?
After weighing the pros and cons, Klar ultimately preferred to find a Level 1 mentor who had a relatively less ruthless reputation and was knowledgeable in fire magic.
He decided to first go to "Flame Walker" Chiron to sound him out.
This requires caution; the information must not be leaked in advance, especially Hick's intentions must not be revealed.
"Peron".
Klar's voice returned to its usual coldness, "Come with me, let's go try it out with Flamewalker Kaelon."
Peron's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly replied, "Yes, sir!"
He knew that Clara had made her choice, but could she succeed?
The Wizard's Tower has a complex and intricate structure, with dark corridors resembling the intestines of a giant beast.
As Klara and Belon rounded a corner piled high with discarded experimental equipment, something unexpected happened!
A blazing, violent line of fire suddenly shot out from the shadows behind us without warning!
The target is aimed directly at Krall's back!
"Buzz—"
A pale golden halo, visible to the naked eye and flowing like water, instantly spread out from the bracelet, forming a semi-transparent oval shield that enveloped Krall's entire body!
"Bang!!!"
The blazing impact slammed into the shield! The blinding red and golden light collided and annihilated each other!
The immense impact sent Klar flying like a rag doll, crashing heavily against the cold stone wall. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The runes on the bracelet flickered violently.
"puff!"
On the other side, Lor, who was activating the scroll, was also affected by the shockwave. His face turned ashen, and his body swayed, almost unable to stand.
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. This sneak attack hadn't managed to kill a level one apprentice instantly?!
"Who?!"
Clara was shocked and furious. Despite the excruciating pain, she raised her head and saw the attacker's face clearly.
"Who are you? Why are you attacking me?"
"It's you! Lor, you're insane!" Belon recognized Klin's former adversary.
"Hand over...hand over the stuff!"
Lor, panting heavily with a crazed look in his eyes, raised the elemental spell in his hand and approached Klar.
"Give me what Lord Hick wants!"
Belon, who was behind Klara, was not greatly affected by the shockwave. He just wondered why the attack hadn't killed Klara.
But now it could only stand in front of the injured Klar, and he shouted sternly at Lor:
"Lor! You're asking for death! How dare you attack Lord Klar!"
"Beron. You are a disgrace to a third-level apprentice, actually calling a first-level apprentice 'sir'. You really are..."
"Enough, Lor!"
Peron's voice suddenly rose, carrying a deliberate mockery and a hint of subtle guidance.
"I never imagined that you, who used to dare to challenge Boss Hick, would now willingly become his lackey! How does it feel to wag your tail and beg for mercy?"
"you--!"
Belon's words were like a poisoned thorn, piercing Lor's already fragile nerves, which were on the verge of collapse.
His body trembled violently, and the madness in his eyes was instantly replaced by extreme humiliation and a deeper frenzy!
The already unstable elemental energy in his hand suddenly became extremely violent and distorted with the magic power he frantically poured in, its light dazzling and almost bursting!
At this moment, Klar, leaning against the cold stone wall, finally recovered completely from the violent tremors and excruciating pain.
Cold sweat soaked his back, and his heart was still pounding.
But a hundred times more intense than the physical trauma was the raging fury that exploded from the depths of his soul, almost burning him to ashes!
Lor!
This pale-faced, crazed, third-level apprentice looked like an ant!
He almost...
They almost finished off Karal Layton!
This is a future legend whose name is destined to be etched in the annals of wizarding history and whose fame will resound throughout endless planes!
If it weren't for that precious defensive bracelet... if it weren't for that bracelet's final protection...
A deep-seated sense of humiliation, a mixture of lingering fear, rage, and profound offense, erupted within him like volcanic lava!
Ever since he obtained that ring, he had subconsciously regarded himself as someone superior to these mediocre apprentices.
At this moment, an insect he had never paid any attention to almost dragged him into the abyss of death!
"You...you're...asking for death!"
Krall's voice was like a chilling frost from the depths of hell, every word imbued with a bone-deep killing intent and an uncontrollable tyranny.
His blood-stained fingers gripped the front of his shirt tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his gaze fixed on the crazed Lor.