Chapter 190 (1/2)
Chapter 190: The Story of an Upright Tiger（Part II）
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Forest, Rocky Creek.
The Wind Tiger gasped for breath while he spoke spitefully, “Andrew, I recognize you bastard. Heh, you are clever enough to bring two other helpers. If you had arrived alone, I would have absolutely defeated you!”
“Idiot!” The Necromancer named Andrew sneered and diverted his focus back to demonizing the tiger.
The Wind Tiger had given all hope. He merely said, “Andrew, don’t be too complacent. Don’t think that joining the Syndicate will make you invincible. You are a prisoner of the academy and will be caught by them soon enough! I don’t believe that you can defend against a Level-9 spell!”
Andrew merely mumbled coldly, “The academy is in the North. We are currently in the South; they wouldn’t give chase all the way here.”
The incident at the East Cove Higher Magic Academy was indeed shocking. He was almost certain that the academy would be destroyed when Tarviss appeared. However, the final results of that battle almost threw him off his feet.
It seemed like a genius who possessed the qualities of a savior had appeared in that damned academy and defeated a Level-8 demon single-handedly. Andrew had originally planned to loot the remaining treasures from the academy after the destruction. However, upon hearing the news, he immediately ran southwards without hesitation.
From his knowledge, he was not the only one who had done so. After the terrifying news got around, all the prisoners who managed to escape from the Tower of Azula went as far as they could away from the Norton Kingdom. A good handful of them went towards the Dark Forest, while a majority of them decided to head southwards where the pursuing hands of the academy could not reach.
This was something to be expected. The Magician was rumored to possess Level-9 strength, suggesting that he was only one step from being promoted to a Legend. Furthermore, he was able to defeat a demon, a race that was known for their natural talent in combat.
As much as the prisoners had faith in their skills and battle experience, this power was not something to be trifled with.
The Wind Tiger could feel that the dark forces had begun to corrode his internal organs. While he was already disheartened, he still would not admit defeat and give Andrew the satisfaction.
“If the Syndicate were to extend their influence to help Morpheus attain the rank of a god, you would have to travel northwards. You will then meet him once again.”
“Shut your mouth!” Andrew shouted, looking visibly irritated as he increased the rate of his demonization spell.
“What can you do? What more can you do to me?” The Wind Tiger rebutted. Since he was going to lose consciousness, he was not about to give Andrew an easy time.
A Shield Warrior beside Andrew then whispered, “My lord, do you need me to cut off his tongue?”
Andrew nodded. It was not required for a warbeast to speak. He might as well take away this ability now and save himself the frustration.
The Shield Warrior marched forward with his sword. As he reached the Wind Tiger, he smashed his shield mercilessly onto the tiger’s jaw. Under the full impact of the force, the weakened tiger could only scream in pain, causing his mouth to be wide open. Making use of this chance, the shield warrior then pushed his shield into the open jaw, forcing it to stay open. The scene was extremely brutal.
“I’ll remember you now. You are dead! You hear me?” The Wind Tiger screamed with a muffled voice. Although he still sounded harsh, his eyes were glued to the sword in the Warrior’s hand, his eyes showing a hint of fear.
He had never imagined that a mighty Wind Tiger could suffer such a cruel fate.
“What a sad life I’ve lead! After being imprisoned for 200 years, I returned home only to find my wife and children either missing or dead. Now, I am even going to lose my consciousness and freedom! Why…”
The thought of his miserable fate caused tears to roll down his cheeks. Although his cries sounded weird from the shield keeping his mouth open, the tears were real and visible. The Shield Warrior ignored those cries and stuck his sword deep into the tiger’s throat, prepared to sever the tongue.
At that moment, something happened!
A scream could be heard in the direction behind him. It was the voice of the Necromancer who just joined the team! The Warrior then heard a warning cry.
“Ambush!”
Ambush?
Before he could react, a huge fist had appeared from the side of the stream and was charging towards him at high speed. It was barely visible to the naked eye and was covered in incandescent flames.
As his shield was stuck in between the tiger’s mouth, he was unable to retract in time to defend himself. His sword was also naturally unable to withstand such an attack. At the last moment, the Warrior threw his sword away decisively and crossed his hands in front of his chest while squatting in a stable position. This was the defensive position a Warrior took when they were preparing to release their Battle Aura.
Furthermore, as a pivotal Level-6 Warrior of the organization, he had defensive magic wrist guards on both his left and right arms. He could activate them for a total of three times to defend himself from surprise attacks.
The moment his hands crossed, the magic on the wrist guards was activated. A light tinkering sound could be heard, and a Level-4 circular light elemental shield emerged in between his body and the incoming giant fist.
He had assumed that his Battle Aura coupled with his Level-4 defensive spell and his anti-magic armor would be enough to withstand the collision with the spell.
However, he was wrong.
At the moment when he completed his defensive preparations, the hand changed its form. The spell changed from a charging fist to that of a hand trying to grasp its target. The offensive flames of the hand had also been transferred to the center of the palm.
This hand then gripped the Warrior tightly in its fiery embrace.
The Warrior’s light elemental shield could only defend against single directional attacks. Under such immense pressure from all directions, the protection it offered to the Warrior was close to zero. This had rendered much of the preparations the Warrior had done ineffective. He was totally at a loss when the hand managed to get a grip on him.
In an instant, he could feel his Battle Aura being consumed rapidly by the violent assault of flames. Although his armor had anti-magic properties, it was not strong enough to withstand a Level-6 fire elemental spell. The temperature of the armor rose rapidly and soon glowed with a crimson hue.
As the Warrior thought he was about to meet his doom, the hand released him from its deathly grip and went in the other direction. Along the way, it once again changed form back into a charging fist and collided with a spiral spike spell cast by Andrew.
Spiral Spikes