403 Who Are You Insulting? (2/2)

The Druids that came here belonged to the Hollevin branch of Green Shade.

Heather, as a new member, looked at the trees that had been chopped down and said with grief, ”How dare they… They've ruined such a huge forest after no more than seven days. Whoever initiated this logging project deserves a hundred death sentences.”

All the Druids were wearing long green robes with hoods that covered their faces.

Black Thorn said coldly, ”They're very smart. They seem to have figured out who we are, but there's no point in stopping now… So many trees have been killed. They would think that there are no human Druids in Hollevin if we don't slay the culprits.”

”My men are investigating the initiator of this project. The result will be out soon.”

A dozen more people were silent, their hands hidden in their long sleeves as if they were immobile statues.

As they talked, Heather suddenly frowned. ”Do you feel that a certain maliciousness is taking shape against us?”

”I do.” Black Thorn looked at the poor workers far away and said, ”It's them.”

”The sheep are bold enough to evince hostility to lions.” Heather scoffed. ”How interesting.”

When they talked, they found that the spellcaster who escaped earlier came back to them.

The man stopped in front of the Druids and shouted, ”Good sirs, why have you come to Delpon under disguise? I don't think you're here as visitors, are you?”

Ignoring Vincent, Heather turned back and spoke to Heather, ”This man is clearly one of the culprits. We should kill him first as deterrence.”

”Okay.”

The moment ”okay” was uttered, Vincent threw out a blue Hand of Magic and seized Heather.

In the meantime, he roared, ”You want to kill me? Who do you think you are?”

Smirks burst out from the dark hoods of the Druids at the same time.

For the human Druids, the destroyers of nature were not living creatures but pure demons.

Heather muttered, ”Vines.”

Several green thorny vines extended from the ground like the tentacles of an octopus, tying up the blue hand and freezing it.

Then, Heather pointed at Vincent, and three small tornadoes were formed before him and grew larger.

At this point, Vincent roared, ”Too slow!”

He extended his right hand and made a shooting gesture at Heather, darting a red fireball at the enemy.

But it was blocked by a green shield, although it successfully drove the three tornadoes away.

”You're rather gifted.” Staring at Vincent, Heather said, ”It's a shame you will die here.”

Vincent, however, burst into crazy laughter. ”I will die here? You idiots, did you not do any intelligence work before you came? I will die? Who do you think I am?”

Vincent closed his hands and began to chant a spell. While stepping back, he mumbled, ”XY52Z, 1X56Z45…”

As he chanted the coordinates, the blue light was more and more obvious on his body, until it formed an egg-shaped protective magic shield.

The Druids were all stunned. A long time later, Black Thorn remarked, ”He created a magic shield in no more than two seconds. That's very fast.”

Heather said, ”The spell he chanted was interesting too. I never heard it before.”

Vincent laughed even more delightedly, and his face was even getting twisted. ”You think that was fast? Who are you insulting? I would've been too ashamed to use the spell if I can't cast it instantly, morons.”

The Druids were not pissed. Instead, they looked at each other, and Black Thorn said, ”I think something is not right. Let's take this man alive and retreat first. We'll decide what to do after we learn everything he knows.”