Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 79: Sliv’s Misery

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The disturbance on the cloud whale ended as the rupture disappeared. However, another incident far away had just begun.

At the plane fusion spot dozens of thousands of kilometers away, Sliv stood on Brigitte with a grim expression. He had not removed the waterfalls but Sunders and Flora who were trapped here were gone.

Sliv complained about the imperfect plan and tried to find a way to avoid the consequences.

The other organizations outside also made their moves.

An explosion indicated that the waterfalls were sliced open.

Before Sliv could react, the waterfalls around him shattered. Three agile figures flipped around in the air and landed on Brigitte in a triangle formation, surrounding Sliv inside.

Sliv looked at the three people in shock. They dared to use their spells in this situation? They were not afraid of getting dragged into the world’s consciousness?

Upon closer look, Sliv realized they were all beautiful ladies with really nice bodies. They had different hairstyles, but they all shared the same blond hair color and blue eyes as well as three identical long swords which were almost as high as their body height.

While Sliv was trying to figure out who they were, someone already exclaimed out their names.

With the waterfalls broken, people could see the situation again. Of course, they saw Sliv being trapped by someone.

“Those are… Bogula’s beauty puppets!” Someone pointed to the three ladies standing on Brigitte.

The next second, the ladies moved. Their swords created an air-piercing sound in a blink of an eye. Sliv quickly jumped up to avoid the deadly triangle slash.

An intense close-quarter fight started in front of everyone.

People were unsure of what had happened. Everything began too fast. Sliv created those waterfalls which were quickly broken down by three ladies, who then suddenly attacked Sliv… They were still thinking about what Sliv was up to. Now things really went out of control.

When getting attacked by the beautiful women, Sliv finally understood why they could move. They were not using any mana at all. They fought with their raw muscle strength, so the world’s consciousness would not be provoked.

Sliv also heard people talking about the puppets.

He could clearly see the different details on their stunningly pretty faces. Even the beauty spots on their cheeks seemed so real. However, their eyes gave out their secret. All of their eyeballs were black, with blood-red pupils in the middle. Also, Sliv could not find any human emotions in those eyes.

Cold machines.

“So they are puppets!” Sliv dodged another sword slash. Panic showed up on his face.

Sliv was a Summoner. At the plane fusion spot, he did not dare to use his summoning spells. He could not ask Crow to save him either. Sunders and Flora were the only ones that knew Crow’s existence, so Sliv could still manage the situation. If Crow was exposed to the public, he could no longer control what would happen next.

When dodging another two mighty slashes, Sliv considered himself lucky that he injected the bloodline of “Mist Feline” into himself. Due to his talent restriction, he never focused on training his Bloodline Art. He only spent 30 years on it and developed its power for about ten percent. Still, a Mist Feline could bestow a wizard an agility boost – that was why he could avoid all of the attacks.

He slipped away from their circle using another tactical dog-roll. He realized that he did not survive because of his talent. Rather, the three ladies were giving him chances to evade each attack and he must use all kinds of awkward moves to use those chances.

They were fooling him around!

“Hey, Bogula, let’s talk! No need for the pointy stuff!” Sliv was furious, but he had to bear with it.

“Jajaja…” Bogula tilted his head. He was not looking at Sliv at all. Instead, he was admiring his creations dancing around in the fight. He was licking his lips with that snake-like tongue to vent out his uncontrollable desire.

Sliv gnashed his teeth in anger. He jumped away from another attack with his butts high in the air. He always maintained his image as an elegant handsome, but now he felt his face burning in embarrassment.

“Goddammit. Level-2 Wizards weren’t pushovers,” His plan was easily defused by Sunders when he thought it was perfect. Now, Bogula’s puppets slapped his face again by fighting him head-on when Sliv thought no one would dare to make a move when trapped in his waterfalls.

The wizards around also realized Sliv’s situation.

Looking at how Sliv struggled around the combination attacks using different clownish moves, Danae shook her head as she said, “Considering Sliv, he would rather die than being insulted like this.”

An elder in a white robe who was holding a walking cane agreed, “They are doing a perfect job in preventing Sliv from channeling mana, so the world’s consciousness won’t mind us.”

The old man appeared as someone extremely aged with many wrinkles on his face. His clear green eyes and those pure white eyebrows and hair gave him a gentle look.

Danae looked at the old man in shock, “Master Gandolf! You came as well!”

“Master Gandolf!?”

Danae did not hide her voice, so many people also notice the old man. They all regarded the well-respected elder with their own politeness.

Gandolf was only a Level-1 Wizard, but he owned good fame in the southern region because of his morality. He majored in Alchemy, and earned himself the title of “The Light Walker”. He had a gentle and generous nature. People only needed to bring their own materials, and he would help them brew potions of superior quality. The prices of potions in the southern region were insanely high because of the lack of alchemists, and Gandolf was like a living destiny to the other wizards. The only problem was that Gandolf liked to travel around, so it was always hard to find him.

Due to his generous personality, even some non-academism black wizards were willing to address him as “master”.

When Danae was trying to break through into Level-2, she asked Gandolf for potions to help her. As an academism wizard herself, Danae was fully willing to express her friendliness to this old gentleman.

Gandolf nodded towards Lady Danae with a smile. He then greeted everyone around as he said, “I came to see if I can find a plane with magical plant resources. Looks like I’m in luck.”

His answer was expected. Plane expeditions could yield a large number of resources but to academism wizards, expeditions into an unknown plane were dangerous, so they usually chose to station themselves after the plane had been explored. On the other hand, this also meant that most resources were already taken.

A plane fusion, however, was something else. The dominating plane would cleanse the other plane of most high-level life forms. Once the two-way tunnel became stable, wizards could plunder resources without worrying about being attacked. Besides, the planes were usually big, and they could scatter around everywhere without fighting over their loot.

Gandolf preferred not to become the center of attention, so he diverted the topic. He said, “Mister Stoak’s puppets are always blond ladies with blue eyes. I see your taste never changed.”

He had addressed Bogula by his family name, Stoak.

“Yup, Bogula’s love was always loyal,” joked someone. That same person continued, “Although I prefer the look of Miss Flora. Too bad her hair was pinkish brown. Hey wait, where is Miss Flora?”

His words reminded everyone. Flora, as well as one of the three Level-2 Wizards on the scene, Phantom Master Sunders, were no longer here.

Lady Danae was the only one who did not question the matter, for she knew that Flora deployed a spell array with teleportation effect. However, she was wondering why Sunders suddenly left.

Sliv assaulted him maybe?

That could not be. Was Sliv even strong enough to force Sunders away at all?