Chapter 113: Bait, cloak and dagger (1/2)

Chapter 113: Bait, cloak and dagger

“Follow me. Doesn’t matter if you’re a little slower, just don’t make too much noise,” Ayrin immediately told Moss.

“What do you mean, doesn’t matter if I’m slow, just don’t make too much noise?!” Depressed, Moss made a face, but then he opened his eyes wide the next second.

Ayrin immediately transformed into a faint blur in his eyes, even flowing like the wind inside the forest, not even breaking a single branch.

Only then did Moss realize that Ayrin really had the qualification to look down on him.

Because, not even mentioning not making noise, even if he charged forward like a mad bull and made as much noise as he pleased, it seemed he still would be far from Ayrin’s dazzling speed.

“What drug did this guy eat, why does it seem like he suddenly became even faster than Wilde!”

Doing his utmost, Moss proceeded to move fast yet carefully, such a thought filling his mind.

After running maybe ten minutes on the hillside toward the entrance of the canyon, Moss started again to curse Ayrin loudly in his mind: “Are we buddies or not? Can’t you slow down a bit and wait for me!”

Not only he couldn’t see Ayrin running in front of him anymore. He couldn’t even see Ciaran behind him either.

He knew full well that Ayrin was surely nearby, and that Ciaran was surely observing them from the shadows. Yet, this was a real fight, so he couldn’t hold back his fear and anxiety.

“Psst, psst…”

He heard a small voice all of a sudden.

“…” He saw Ayrin in some underbrush not even twenty meters away from him as soon as he turned his head around. The latter signaled him with his eyes.

Moss rushed beside Ayrin, forcing down the urge to throttle him. Gnashing his teeth, he said against his ear, “What are you doing!”

“It should be right in this patch of woods in front of us.” Ayrin didn’t even notice Moss’ expression. He merely nodded quietly at the dense patch of woods in front of them. “Next, you walk in front and be the bait, I’ll secretly follow behind.”

“Why am I the bait!” Moss almost passed out from anger. “Ayrin, I never thought you were so quick to betray your friends. Why don’t you act the bait instead?”

“Because I’m much faster than you right now. I’ll be harder to find when I act under cover. Also, I can use Evil Flaming Eye and sneak on him even from somewhat far away. You only know some close-combat skills right now, right?”

“I won’t let you off if you screw up!” Helpless, Moss readied himself to find a path forward and act like the bait.

Ayrin smiled at him. “You be careful. Many dwarves died here, maybe there’ll be departed spirits everywhere inside. Don’t let the ghosts grasp your feet, and don’t step on a pile of skulls.”

“You idiot. You’re still in the mood to joke and scare me even at a time like this!” Moss’ hair stood on end when he heard Ayrin. His vision went black from anger.

“Look at you acting so nervous, I’m just enlivening the mood. Do your best, brave warrior.” With a wide grin, Ayrin gestured at him to forge on bravely.

“This…where is he?”

Moss very soon came to a clearing inside the woods.

There was a bonfire on the ground. Small bones had been tossed into the almost-extinguished fire.

At first glance, they should be hare bones.

However, there weren’t any footprints around the bonfire.

Moss stood where he was, looking in every direction around him, his mind on high alert, at a little loss what to do.

Right at this moment, an arcane master wearing a skintight arcane master uniform the color of dead leaves was watching him, not far away behind his back.

This was a young man with sparse, disheveled, light-yellow hair. His chin was very pointy, his eyes a little triangular. One couldn’t help but associate him with a viper at the very first glance.

His eyes were extremely cold and sinister while he observed Moss. It seemed he almost couldn’t resist the urge to act against Moss, but after a little hesitation, he still slowly retreated backward, trying to leave immediately without a trace or sound.

Just at this time, he suddenly felt a scorching aura behind his back!

A bait!

Damn it!

This arcane master’s expression changed all of a sudden. He faintly moved the little finger on his left hand. The clothes on his back suddenly split open, ejecting four thin ice-like blades half a meter long, forming a flower of blades fiercely shooting out.

At the same time, arcane particles sprayed and flowed below his feet. White flashes of lightning enveloped the lower half of his body. He shot forward at alarming speed.

A “Pa” exploded in the forest.

A soft Eh escaped Ayrin’s lips after his surprise attack.

The bloom of blades cut off the Evil Flaming Eye he’d released into many parts.

These four thin blades clearly didn’t come from a materialization skill, but were made from genuine metal. And the only reason his opponent had time to launch an arcane skill and make his escape was because he managed to fire these four blades via some unknown method and blocked his Evil Flaming Eye.

“He already attacked?! There’s really someone hiding about?”

Moss jumped violently a step forward when he heard the vibrations born from the clash between the Evil Flaming Eye and the blades. He turned around, appalled.

“Evil Flaming Eye?”

That arcane master had already catapulted more than twenty meters away. Right now, his face became extremely pale.

White flashes of lightning appeared under his feet. Countless small bolts of lightning wrapped half his body. His body shot out more than twenty meters away, once again.