Chapter 279 - The Snow chase (1/2)
In the middle of a snowy night, a girl could be seen running down a thick snowy path surrounded by trees. Each step would be imprinted on the ground as she ran with the best of her abilities.
Long ashy blue hair, braided along the back with sharp sweet violet eyes. She wore a winter cloak on top of a robe, indicating that she was a magician.
Every few seconds, she would turn back as if making sure that whatever she was running for, wouldn't catch up.
The temperature was freezing, and she could barely breathe. She felt like stopping. Her legs felt like they could shatter at any second. Yet she kept going.
Her bones were filled with dread, and with each passing step, they began to succ.u.mb to the cold. She was slowing down.
”There she is!!”
”Get her!!!”
Voices of men resonated throughout the forest as it indicated that they were following her. Upon seeing this, the girl began wondering about her next move.
'Do I fight them...? No... It's too risky... Should I go for an ambush...?' She asked herself
But that too wouldn't work. The number was most definitely high. Why was she being chased? How strong were they? What will happen to me if I get caught? Such questions flew past the girl's mind as she quickly began to look around. Searching for a clue on how to beat them.
'My legs can't handle anymore... How the hell can they chase someone for nearly an hour...?! I should have stayed home today...'
As she began to contemplate on her decision of choosing to do a quest instead of resting. Her eyes caught a glimpse of something. Something which could save her.
Suddenly, her legs got caught on themselves and she went diving down, sliding her face across the snow as she did so.
It hurt, but she held it in. There were stones and sharp pebbles on the ground, but luckily she had only slightly bruised her leg.
The sounds of those who were chasing her, got closer and closer. As she noticed this, she tightly clenched her fist.
Her hands began to tremble, not only due to fear but due to how cold the snow itself was. But she hadn't lost hope.
”Looks like I have no choice but to fight...” She muttered as she took in a deep breath.
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”You said she was around here, didn't you?” One of the guy asked as he looked around.
Snow and trees, that was all he could see. No sounds except for the howling winds which resembled whispers of the dead.
”This is where the trail ends.” Said another as he looked down at the tracks.
The snowstorm's rampage was still strong so the footprints were fresh. The strange part of it was how it just suddenly ended, there weren't any attempts to hide it. It was as if the girl had suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
”Did we lose her?” Asked the third guy as he looked around.
”No... She's here.” Said the second guy who was looking down at the tracks.
”How can you be sure? We don't have time to waste!” Replied the third guy
”Quiet.” Said the guy who stood in between them all.
As he said this, they all shut their mouth. It was easy to tell, from the way they were acting that he, was the leader.
Big and tall. They all wore snow robes covering their body and their head, making it harder to tell them apart. But in terms of size and bloodl.u.s.t. The one in the middle stood out.
The leader carried a big, heavy long sword which had mana flowing out of it. Any magician would be able to tell just by looking, that it was a magic sword. Bald with an intense glare being emitted from his brown eyes.
He was a magic swordsman and a strong one at it, this was obvious as he was leading the group of all those strong men.
”That guy... He's Laurence. Laurence the tracker.” Said the leader
The mood around them quickly shifted to a positive one as they all turned to the tracker. He was neither tall nor short, yet he had the calmest and most confident eyes out of all of them.
Short brown hair which was trimmed down on the sides. A sharp gaze and a seemingly sturdy frame, which seemed strong despite there being a winter robe covering it.
”Laurence, will you be able to find her?” Asked the leader with great expectation.