Chapter 296: An Attacking Thicket (1/2)

Chapter 296: An Attacking Thicket

“Evil Dragon Follower!” Ayrin cried out as he immediately recognized the person’s dark purple robes.

“Flaming Evil Eye!”

Without any hesitation, Ayrin shot a Flaming Evil Eye towards the Evil Dragon Follower.

“They’ve opened at least four arcane gates!” Rinloran shouted. His expression slightly changed as arcane particles began to spew out from his body.

The arcane energy fluctuations radiating from this Evil Dragon Follower’s body were incredibly strong. They were undoubtedly stronger than they were.

Boom!

But contrary to Rinloran’s expectations, the incoming Evil Dragon Follower let out a tragic cry as he failed to dodge Ayrin’s Flaming Evil Eye and fell from the sky, crashing into one of the giant black stones.

A trace of light flashed through Rinloran’s eyes as he made a realization and said, “He was already grievously injured.”

Whoosh!

Right as Rinloran spoke, another arcane master appeared in the sky above them. But this one was wearing silvery white robes and had a layer of frosty mist around them.

“Eh?”

This arcane master was clearly from one of the various academies of Eiche as a strange glint passed through their eyes upon seeing Ayrin, Rinloran, and Stingham’s uniforms. But they didn’t ponder over it as they quickly flew to where the Evil Dragon Follower had fallen and plunged their hand into the fallen Evil Dragon Follower’s chest. With a flash, the Evil Dragon Follower abruptly disappeared.

Before Ayrin and Rinloran could react, Stingham abruptly shouted in anger, “This guy is stealing our spoils!”

There was a loud tear as an angry Stingham fiercely clawed his way out of the weeds and vines around him.

Rinloran ignored Stingham as he turned his head and looked at Ayrin.

Having inadvertently fallen into the midst of a battlefield which contained so many strong masters, they only had two choices. To fight their way forward or to try and run away while evading everyone.

“Perhaps Teacher Liszt and the others are here?” Rinloran thought to himself.

As Ayrin looked back at Rinloran, he immediately realized what Rinloran was thinking. He vigorously threw his fist into the air as he shouted, “At moments like this, we must fight! This is why we arcane masters exist, after all!”

“Alright!”

A decisive look flashed through Rinloran’s eyes as his body flickered and began climbing one of the nearby, mountain-sized stones.

“There are so many powerful fellows here! I will finally be able to exhaust this arcane armor and rid myself of it! And there will be so many goodies for us to take as well!”

Stingham quickly clambered to his feet as he shouted, “Wait up!”

As the two looked down from the edge, a chaotic battlefield unfolded before their eyes.

Countless arcane masters swarmed atop the battlefield amidst a symphony of tragic screams and triumphant shouts. More and more of them fell with each passing moment.

“Evil Dragon Followers incoming!”

Ayrin had only just arrived beside Rinloran and Stingham at the top of the stone when he saw two Evil Dragon Followers appear nearby and begin approaching them.

Wings of green light appeared behind one of them as they flew over at a low altitude. As for the other, a cloud of sand enveloped them as they zigzagged their way over like a massive sandworm.

It was apparent that even in a large-scale battle like this one, the law of strength would be obeyed. The strong preyed on the weak. At most, the more conceited and arrogant teams would only go looking for opponents of comparable strength. No one would go searching for those stronger and send themselves to their own deaths.

As a result, only after the majority of arcane masters and Evil Dragon Followers had fallen would it become clear which side held the advantage.

As the arcane energy fluctuations rippling from Ayrin, Rinloran, and Stingham were not particularly strong, their presence was immediately noted by the two nearby Evil Dragon Followers, who assumed they were easy targets to kill.

For the arcane masters and Evil Dragon Followers present, winning the battle was only one side of the equation. The battle was also an opportunity for them to roam around and slaughter and steal weapons and artifacts to increase their own strengths.

“Hell’s Furnace!”

Upon reaching a dozen or so meters away from Ayrin and the others, the Evil Dragon Follower with wings of green light emerging from his back abruptly made his move, invoking a taboo domain skill.

Explosive pops incessantly rang out from under Ayrin, Rinloran, and Stingham’s feet as the black stones they were standing on began to burn like charcoal under the influence of the domain energy and emit an astonishing heat. Fiery red flames and thick black smoke began to emerge all around them as well.

It was as if the ground they stood on and the area around them had been turned into one giant melting pot.

Ayrin’s hair began to burn and he felt an immense pain from the scorching heat around him, yet he laughed as he said, “Not a bad domain!” and took out the Treasured Book of Sealing.

“Holy Gate of Life!”

“Treasured Book of Sealing!”

Bang!

A strange suction force came out from the book within Ayrin’s hands as the Hell’s Furnance domain abruptly disappeared.

“How can this be?!” gasped the Evil Dragon Follower who had invoked the skill.

Whoosh!

As the Evil Dragon Follower fell into a stupor, Rinloran unsheathed the Moon Echo Sabre on his back.

His body began to release a faint blue glow.

The vegetation around him began to quickly wither away, revealing the hard black earth beneath as streams of green air twined around the sabre in his hand.

“Moonlight: Sword of Nature!” Rinloran shouted as he viciously swung the sword through the air.

Rip! Rip! Rip!