Chapter 280 - Fuse Divine Gear? Sure (2/2)

Ping! Ping! Ping! There were three more arrows, and the Frost Crystal Shield cracked just like that. It had only survived for around one second, and Lawndale had only floated out around 30 feet. More arrows came, but Lawndale discovered he had no time to cast spells.

How can the human crossbows be so powerful? He was totally shocked, but thankfully, he had a third trick. He had a very strong Defensive Magic Tool with him.

Buzz. With a soft noise, a light green halo appeared. This was the Level-5 defensive spell Advanced Arrow Defense.

Puff, puff, puff, puff. The arrows rained down like a thunderstorm. After three seconds, the Level-5 spell was defeated too, but Lawndale’s group had only floated out around 130 feet. They were still within range of the arrows.

“Shoot! Kill them all!” the lead scout roared.

Boom, boom, boom! Nearly 30 scouts stood in a row and released a flurry of arrows at Lawndale. After the Frost Crystal Shield was broken, Lawndale had run out of tricks!

Are we really going to die? Lawndale didn’t expect he would end up like this. He couldn’t help but think of how Link had brought some scouts into the Skeletal Fort and left unharmed. Now, he only faced a few scouts but had become so pathetic. He was forced into a dead end by a dog.

Are we really that far apart? Lawndale was depressed.

At the last moment, Walter, who had been quiet the whole time, suddenly jumping before Lawndale.

Pop, pop, pop. Nine arrows shot into Walter at once. All of his vitals were stuck with Sacred Silver arrows, but he still didn’t die. Blood trickling from his mouth, he said, “Lawndale, when you return to the Black Forest, tell…tell Wasia…I died on the battlefield—”

Before he could finish, an arrow shot through his head.

Lawndale was shaken. Using Walter’s block, he completed another defensive spell, but it was too late. Walter was dead.

Pop, pop, pop. Arrows continued to bury into Walter’s body, practically turning him into a training target. Using this opportunity, Lawndale finally floated more than 250 feet; they were out of the range of the humans’ continuous crossbows. They were temporarily safe.

Plop. Lawndale let go of Walter’s body, letting it disappear into the water.

“Don’t worry,” he said quietly. “I’ll tell Wasia that you’re a hero!”

Wasia, the royal princess, was Walter’s aunt. Ten years apart, they were aunt and nephew, as well as lovers. This was common in royal families.

Wasia was also a genius Magician. She was 46 years old and was already a Level-7 Magician. She followed the royal family’s low-key style, but everyone in the Dark Elf Magician world knew that she had a powerful Warrior talent. She also had a staunch temperament.

Lawndale could already imagine Wasia’s reaction after learning about Walter’s demise. She would definitely go onto the battlefield to take revenge personally.

After that, Lawndale and Aymons were both silent. They floated toward the other riverbank without a word.

…

The other side.

The scouts looked at the rapid current powerlessly. The leader’s expression darkened. He turned back and said, “Did anyone bring the mail carrier crows? Send this news to Orida Fortress. Tell them to barricade the front.”

For them, this was the most embarrassing solution and had low a chance of success, because the enemy was a powerful Magician. He had a thousand ways of passing through the kingdom’s Iron Wall Defense Line.

“Yes,” a subordinate answered.

After a while, a few crows flew up. They flapped their wings, heading toward the Orida Fortress.

Lawndale discovered this too. He knew that within a short period of time, there would be many human scouts and Magicians on the road to stop him. His only solution in the Norton Kingdom would be to hurry up.

“Lawndale, you shouldn’t have rescued me!” Aymons said again.

“Actually, this wasn’t only my idea. Chancellor Romand supported me too,” Lawndale said.

“Romand? Ah, he only cares about his spells. Since when would he care about other things?” Aymons didn’t understand this. Romand, chancellor of the Silver Moon Mage Council and the only Level-8 Master Magician of the Black Forest, was obsessed with magic. All he thought about was studying spells and rarely took part in the government affairs of the Black Forest.

“The fusion of the Dark Serpent failed. This is the biggest event in history. Of course, the chancellor will pay attention. In reality, he already knew about your situation. His idea was, if you agree, you can fuse the Divine Gear.”

“Me? But I’m disabled now. If I can do, I definitely will, but I don’t have the Silver Moon blood. How do I fuse it?”

The fusing of Divine Gear had always been limited to the Silver Moon royal tribe.

“This is not a problem. We can perform a sacrifice to the Lady of Darkness. I believe she will agree for you to handle her weapon,” Lawndale said.

The Divine Gear would not care that Aymons was disabled because it could easily recover his power. It just needed Aymons’ head.

This way, Aymons would only have half a year left in existence. After half a year, the Divine Gear would return to the void, and his soul would be torn to pieces.

He agreed without hesitation. “Let’s do it!”