Chapter 529 - You Two Have Fun (1/2)

Chapter 529: You Two Have Fun

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

In the woods

Eliard, Skinorse, and Irvan hid behind a 15-foot-tall boulder. Eliard cast a water mirror and carefully watched the camp on the other side.

This temporary camp was set in a cave. Through the water mirror, they could see that there were some bedrolls and wooden buckets inside. There were three people, all 20-something youths. One of them seemed injured and was resting in a corner. Another sat on a rock and smoked while keeping guard. The last focused on whittling an arrow. He looked like an archer.

“Judging from the bedrolls and buckets, there should be around 30 robbers,” Skinorse said. “The others probably went out. We can take advantage of this and capture them for interrogation.”

Irvan had already pulled his arrows out. “Then let’s hurry up. I’ll kill one and leave the other two for questioning.”

Eliard nodded. “Okay… wait, something feels wrong.”

His wand was already out and glowing, but he suddenly motioned for them to stop. He canceled the water mirror and pressed against the stone without moving. This scared Skinorse and Irvan. The two went into defensive poses.

“What’s wrong?”

“What happened?”

Eliard’s eyes were fearful. “I don’t know,” he whispered. “But I feel depressed. My heart feels heavy, like something frightening will happen soon.”

“Maybe you’re overthinking.” Irvan looked around but didn’t see anything. The woods looked normal; there was nothing strange.

This showed that he was inexperienced. He hadn’t cooperated with such powerful Magicians before and thought Eliard was just getting paranoid and scaring himself.

Skinorse didn’t think this though. He knew that Magicians had great predictions. Morrigan was only at Level-5, but he often used his gut to lead Skinorse and Moya through the relics, helping them avoid much danger.

Eliard’s power was practically equal to him. Such a powerful Magician wouldn’t feel this depression for no reason. There must be something horrible coming.

“No need to explain,” he said decisively. “Drop the mission and retreat!”

He turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, Eliard grabbed him. “Don’t.”

“What?” Skinorse was confused now. “Since it’s dangerous, we can come back some other time. I didn’t say to completely give up.”

Eliard shook his head, smiling wryly. “It’s not that simple. I don’t think we can leave now.”

“Someone’s watching us?” Skinorse was shocked. “Can you sense him?”

“He must be nearby, watching us, but I can’t sense where he is exactly. He’s more powerful than me.” Eliard had already taken out the runestone Link gave him. He decided that as soon as something went wrong, he would run and contact Link. Things were out of his control now.

Skinorse immediately curled up and swore. “F*ck, if he’s more powerful than you, then he’s Legendary, isn’t he? What the f*ck. How come all the powerful guys are running around? How are people supposed to live?”

Eliard shook his head. “No, there actually aren’t that many Legendary figures. There are more than one billion people in the world, but less than 20 people are over Level-10. We probably run into them because of Link.”

Link had entered the Legendary level so his enemies would send someone at or above that level. Otherwise, it would be useless. However, they were only a few bigger ants between these two powerful figures.

Hearing this, Irvan grew anxious. “Hey, honestly, stop talking and think about what we should do now.”

Eliard and Skinorse exchanged glances; both of their eyes were helpless. They shook their heads.

“I have no solutions. We can use the runestone to ask for help, but I think that we’ll be dead before Link can get here.” Eliard shrugged and smiled bitterly. The repressive feeling was getting worse. He had never felt something so strong before. The runestone could only notify Link but most likely couldn’t save them.

“I guess we’ll have to compete with patience. The enemy is watching us but hasn’t done anything yet. He must have a plan. We’ll just wait and see what he has planned.” Skinorse decided to lean against the boulder and pulled a pipe out of his spatial ring. He knocked it against the boulder, cleared the ashes, and started adding tobacco.

His attitude was: I’m not your match so just do whatever you want.

Irvan hadn’t given up though. He wasn’t like Eliard and Skinorse. He’d heard about Legendary figures but had never experienced their strength. To him, they were just people but stronger. It wasn’t like they could be immortal. If they fought to the death, they might still have a chance.

Thinking of that, he prepared his bow and looked side to side. His expression was serious and cautious; he was ready to put his all in.

Seeing him like this, Skinorse breathed in and exhaled a ring of smoke. “Irvan, do you have a pet?” he asked.

Irvan shook his head. “Who has time to do that?”

“Then do you have kids?” Skinorse continued.

“My wife was killed when she was pregnant.” Irvan shook his head with a bitter expression.

Skinorse patted his shoulder and sighed. “If you’ve raised them before, you’d know that to a Legendary figure, you’re just like his pet or son. If he wants to hit you, you take it. Don’t think about fighting back. Here, copy me and have a smoke. Enjoy your last moments alive.”