Chapter 115 (1/2)

Chapter 115: Big Rewards!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

In the Necromancer’s Mage Tower.

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Bale was dragged out of the dark green pool with the Magician’s Hand, and the condition of his body was revolting!

The Magician’s robe he wore had been completely corroded by the water of the pool, so he was now stark naked. Folds of eroded gray skin were riddled with holes, and in places even the bones and internal organs were visible. From inside his body in between the internal organs, a foul-smelling dark green mucus oozed out.

He was oblivious to what was happening to him and seemed to be in a deep sleep. His eyes had been eroded away, leaving only two black holes where his eye sockets were. But what was most disturbing was the sight of that eerie smile he wore on his grotesque goblin-like face.

Link took a glance at Bale and understood right away what was going on.

“He’s turning into a Lich!” said Link, “The transformation is almost complete. He’ll wake up soon.”

Herrera took a deep breath. Her eyes betrayed shock and disgust, and she turned silent for half a minute. Then she pointed her wand toward Bale and said, “Mana Lock!”

Mana Lock

No Spell Level

No Mana Consumption.

Effects: Seals the Mana in the spell target’s body for a certain period of time, blocking the opponent’s ability to cast any magic spells.

(Note: The spell’s effect is very powerful, but it must be cast when the target is in a state where they cannot resist the spell.)

Bale was currently unconscious, so naturally he was not able to resist. Once the Mana Lock was successfully cast, Bale would no longer pose any threats to them even when he woke up later.

The Necromancer Shade was severely wounded—he’d just been hit by a powerful backfire of the spell and his Flame of the Soul was almost extinguished, so he was now completely incapacitated. It was impossible for him to ever cast spells again; he was lucky enough to still be alive. Only then could Link and Herrera catch their breaths and feel that they were truly safe.

They both looked at each other and noticed how serious the other’s injuries were. Especially Link, who seemed to have one foot already in the grave.

There was a deep slashed wound on his leg, his face had a deathly pallor, his nose and his mouth were bleeding, and his hands and feet were trembling wildly from the toxin poisoning of the Mana potion.

Now that everything was over, he stopped straining himself and slumped to the ground. Then he realized that he was so weak that he couldn’t even sit up, so he let himself lie down. The toxin in the Mana potion turned out to be much more powerful than he imagined.

Herrera was much better than Link, she was only weakened because she’d used the secret soul spell on Link earlier. Once she saw Link collapsing, she rushed towards him then took out a bottle of pale green potion and gave it to him.

“I’m giving you mid-level detoxification potion,” Herrera explained as she was helping Link to drink the potion, “It will save your life now, but you’ll need to rest for at least 10 days to fully recover. You must not use magic at all in this period of time, otherwise there will be permanent residual effects from the toxins.” As she spoke, she started cleaning Link’s wounds.

The wound was caused by the claws of the undead army, so not only was it an external injury, Link was also infected with toxins from the undead. This was the reason why even though Link was injured not more than five minutes ago, it had already started to fester and become swollen and dark green pus had even started to ooze out from it.

If the wound was not promptly dealt with, judging by Link’s thin and quite frail physique, it might even become life-threatening.

Seeing the gruesome wound on Link’s leg, Herrera’s eyes began to tear up. She sat on the floor and held Link up in her arms and then took out a white crystal bottle.

Link looked over and saw the crystal bottle filled with translucent gel-like liquid; the liquid inside exuded a sacred and holy aura.

“Is that holy water?” asked Link softly.

“Yes, it is,” answered Herrera, “I brought it with me to deal with any black magic forces and now it really is coming in handy. Brace yourself, it’s going to hurt a little.”

She then pulled open the cork and dribbled the holy water slowly onto the wound on Link’s leg. There was a soft sizzle where the holy water touched the wound. Link saw a glaring white light emerging where from the wound and a green gas spewed out from it as well. A foul stench then spread to his nose, and at the same time he started to feel an incredible pain!

It felt as if someone had stabbed his leg with a knife then turned it around and kept pushing it down deeper into his flesh. Even while his whole body was numb by the toxin poisoning, the pain had managed to pierce through and dominate his whole senses. His body was trembling uncontrollably now, and he was about to let out a scream.

It really did hurt like hell!

But Link still managed to hold in his screams because the excruciating pain was greatly alleviated by Herrera, who was holding him gently in her bosom and was constantly caressing him to soothe his pain.