Chapter 472 - Trouble Ahead (1/2)

Chapter 472: Trouble Ahead

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

The Assassin was getting closer behind them. Six hundred feet, 500 feet, 400 feet—the distance between them began to shrink.

He had taken severe damage to his abdomen from the enemy, who was also a Level-9 Warrior like him. Only death awaited both him and Princess Annie if he were to go up against such an adversary head-on.

He ran through the woods, looking left and right frantically for a safe place to hide themselves.

Huge globs of fresh blood flowed out from the open wound and spattered on the ground. Kanorse felt himself growing weaker by the minute. Suddenly, he heard Annie’s weak voice from his arms.

“Kanorse, leave me… I… can’t go on. Take… the letter, go north, give it to Link.”

Annie’s hand was dripping with fresh blood, which had also stained the letter itself. Her face was deathly pale at this point, and her eyes were noticeably dilated. Kanorse began to panic at the sight of this.

“Hold on, Your Highness! Hold on!” Kanorse gnashed his teeth and exerted the last of his strength to widen the distance even more between themselves and the Assassin.

He was a Warrior, and he would be damned if he were to let Princess Annie die here with him!

But as determined as he was, there was no point in resisting the inevitable.

Kanorse’s burst of speed did not last long. Three minutes later, exhaustion finally caught up to him. Due to the intense exertion, the wound on his waist had opened up even more. Half of his body had gone numb, and both his legs had turned to lead. At this point, it was like wading through knee-deep mud.

In his arms, Princess Annie had gone silent. She seemed to have passed out, though she clutched tightly still Link’s letter, which was now crumpled into a ball and soaked in her blood.

There was still nothing but the forest in front of them, which began to grow denser as he ventured deeper into it. His senses sluggish, he had lost all sense of direction and now ran in whatever direction the path in front of him took.

Before long, his vision began to blur. He laughed somewhat bitterly to himself, “Is this it for me?”

A few seconds later, something incredible happened.

Kanorse saw his body running on ahead of him. Like an observer from the outside, he was now looking on as his own body bolted straight on without him.

This was too unreal.

He looked down at himself, and saw that his limbs had become transparent, along with Princess Annie. It was like holding air in his arms.

Kanorse stopped running. “Am I a spirit? Am I dead now?”

As he stopped to wonder at his current state, a voice called to him from behind a tree, “Don’t just stand there, come over here!”

Kanorse turned to wherever the voice came from, but could not see anything. He realized then that this must be the act of a Magician.

He walked over to the tree, and saw to his surprise three people squatting behind it.

He instantly recognized Skinorse among them. The other two were a young woman with wavy hair and a middle-aged man wearing a grey wide-brimmed hat. Judging from his appearance, Kanorse reckoned that the latter must be a Magician.

He opened his mouth to speak, but then Skinorse pressed a finger on his lips. “Shh, not a word.”

Skinorse then took out Annie’s spatial bracelet from her wrist and brought out her crossbow from the bracelet.

“This is good stuff!” whispered Skinorse in admiration, and then from the spatial bracelet he took out the crossbow’s quiver. He turned to his companions and spoke, “Alright now, the Assassin’s approaching. Make sure she doesn’t see us.”

Kanorse held his breath, one hand gripping tightly on his sword.

A while later, the Assassin ran past the tree without even noticing them behind it, as she intently pursued the magical illusion still running up ahead.

Looking at this, Skinorse gave the Magician a thumbs-up, and mouthed out his words noiselessly, “Morrigan, your spell worked like a charm!”

The Magician grinned back at him, apparently pleased at this as well.

The Assassin had now disappeared off into the depths of the woods in pursuit of the magical illusion.

Skinorse stood up and said, “It’s not safe here, we’d best get a move on. Give me the princess, Kanorse.”

Now extremely weakened from the loss of blood, Kanorse handed Annie over to him.

Giving the princess a glance, Skinorse frowned and said to the young woman beside him in an urgent tone, “She’s badly injured. I can barely feel her heartbeat. Moya, quick, she’s in need of an emergency divine spell!”

The young woman did not need to be told twice. Her hand was already holding a white globe of light, which she pressed against Annie’s chest. Kanorse could see clearly that Annie had begun breathing even more deeply.

It was definitely a good thing they had a priestess in their midst.

Skinorse then waved a hand at them. “Alright, let’s go. The Naga may be back for us soon.”

Saying this, he began leading the way through the woods. He seemed to be the most familiar with this stretch of the woods. After walking along a narrow pathway through the woods, the sound of running water finally reached their ears from up ahead. After a while, in front of them appeared a cliff, which was a hundred feet drop to the ground. A waterfall thundered down along the cliff face.