Chapter 690 - Trap (2/2)
It was a waste of manpower and troublesome.
Most importantly, Roland believed that a triangle relationship was the most stable.
At that time, the Magic Tower, the mayor’s residence, and the minor nobles united would form a peaceful relationship.
This way, he, and the Tower of Magic could focus entirely on magic research and teaching apprentices.
Leaving Delpon, Roland came to the hill where John Senior was buried, and soon found John Senior’s tomb.
The tomb was damaged, and the headstone was overturned and thrown to the side. The decaying coffin had also been pulled out, the lid fallen not far from the yellow earth of the tomb. Roland covered himself with a Magic Shield to completely isolate the smell around him before walking over to it.
There was nothing left of the coffin except some blackened pieces.
John Senior was a professional, a Warrior, and his body didn’t decay that easily.
It might have even become a mummy. Roland looked around and didn’t see any footprints. He then spread his mental threads, and soon a faint dark magic power manifested under the mental threads.
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Roland followed this magic power and walked slowly forward through the mountains. He soon came to a cave covered in weeds.
When he got there, the smell of dark magic was stronger, and even without the use of mental power, he could feel it. It seemed to be trying to lure him in.
Roland summoned three almost completely transparent magic spiders, then stepped back and used Stone to Mud to sink into the ground before sealing the hole above.
Once that was done, two magic spiders headed for the cave entrance. The third climbed a nearby tree and scoped out the surroundings.
Roland felt that something was wrong, so he burrowed into the ground, intending to scout the cave and see if he could counter-ambush.
The cavern was dark, but the magic spiders had Night Vision at their cores, and although the magic array of Night Vision was small and not very effective due to their size and magic power, they could see things at a distance of about five meters around them.
The magic spiders crawled on the walls of the cave, moving forward slowly
After crawling for about ten minutes, they saw something special and transmitted the image back to Roland.
In Roland’s mind, he could see the walls of the cave, lined with skeletons.
And in the innermost part, a pair of blue eyes
-but too far away to see clearly. One of the spiders moved over slowly, and it didn’t take long to see that the pair of eyes belonged to a man with a dark greenish face, who sat wide open at the end of the cave, blue flames glowing in his eyes.
Roland recognized this man.
John Senior.
He resurrected as expected… Just as Roland thought so, the sitting John Senior suddenly stood up, and swung heavily with his left hand against the wall, slapping the magic spider into the magic residue.
Undead creatures were very sensitive to magic power.
The moment the magic spider dissipated, Roland could see that the other party’s blue eyes were burning with a strong hatred.
He recognizes my magic power?
Roland froze for a moment, and it dawned on him: This is a trap.
Without saying a word, he sunk himself deeper into the ground using Stone to Mud.
He stopped only when he sank roughly below a hundred meters.
Just as he finished doing this, John Senior moved, charging forward two more steps and slapping the other magic spider to pieces.
Now, Roland was left with only the magic spider above his head.
But that was enough.
Soon, this magic spider sent over pictures.
Six people cloaked in gray robes and wearing white wolf masks surrounded the vicinity of the cave.
They seemed to be looking around for Roland.
Not long after, John Senior rushed out of the cave, clad in armor and running like a light tank.
After rushing out of the cave, he crashed through a small tree, then looked around, only to let out an angry growl.
As he growled, yellow fluids dripped from his mouth, and a tooth fell out with them.
“Roland got away,” one of the gray-robed men said. “Where did we give ourselves away?”
The other said, “I don’t know. It was so hard to set up a trap.”
At this point, John Senior let out another angry, piercing growl.
“Mind your corpse and pacify him.”
A gray-robed man made a few hand gestures, and John Senior immediately quieted down. Roland hadn’t seen this magic gesture before… This was normal, as he had little knowledge of the dark spells. “Wait, don’t talk!”
A gray-robed man suddenly reached out, his eyes looking around for a moment before finally landing on the magic spider.
Then he raised his hand and a throwing knife hit the magic spider squarely. All of Roland’s “eyes” had disappeared. “He’s still around watching us, search and find him!”
They immediately scattered.
Roland cast Secondary Stealth on himself, his form fading. Then he smiled and snapped his fingers, his entire body disappearing into this underground cave.