Eight more days passed like this, and the Forest Patrol continuously discovered two more identical mummified corpses in the outer circle of the forest.
Aynak Town became increasingly chaotic during this period, and the Academy gradually lost control over the Town.
The entire Town was filled with intense unease, exaggerated prices, and an anxious, tense atmosphere.
More and more news about the Dark Blood Council was leaked.
More and more men in the Town were conscripted into the army to serve on the front lines as expendables, meant to drain the mental energy of the Dark Blood Council's Black Robe Wizards.
Many who had exhausted their savings and wandered in despair became desperate, starting to engage in robbery and murder.
In the wealthy district of the Town, with Academy Wizards stationed there, order was barely maintained.
However, in the shantytowns and outskirts of the Town, the situation was very bad, with robberies and murders being common occurrences.
A few days ago, Viser appeared at the Treehouse Stronghold in the morning, covered in blood, which startled everyone, but they understood after he cleaned himself.
On his way to the Treehouse Stronghold, a group of short-sighted bandits attacked him, and Viser killed them all, getting blood all over himself.
Because of this, the Forest Patrol also became famous in the vicinity, and the bandits lurking in the outskirts of the Town dared not touch them.
However, the Patrol soon discovered that almost all the Wizards in the entire forest had fled, leaving only them still active.
At 8:50 AM, at the Treehouse Stronghold, damp mist permeated among the ancient trees, along with the scent of decaying leaves and moss.
The Forest Patrol members had already finished breakfast, put on their gear, and were chatting and laughing while waiting for Viser to arrive from the Academy.
Before long, Viser, in a magnificent long robe, arrived at the Stronghold.
Following the usual group assignments for Forest Patrols, everyone was already quite in sync.
However, it was regrettable that no new members had joined, leaving Dago’s group still with only two people.
“All groups, two hundred meters apart, depart,” Dago commanded, leading the way.
The current Dago was like a completely different person compared to before, with a slender physique and handsome appearance.
Long black hair fell over his shoulders, a deep blue halo shimmered in his light blue eyes, and an undeniable sharpness was hidden in his gaze.
Following behind him was Serena, a little fangirl who would steal glances at him from time to time.
Dago unfolded the parchment map, looked at it, and chose a route that had been patrolled before, which was relatively safe.
He walked on the familiar dirt path, continuously using Detection Art to scan hidden points around him.
After walking for more than half an hour, a Chi Deer, running in a panic, leaped into his line of sight.
With a whoosh, it disappeared into another thicket, and he stopped, immediately becoming vigilant.
He scanned with Detection Art and, seeing nothing unusual, breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he thought nothing was wrong, a desperate shout from Ian came from afar: “Dark Blood Council~~~!”
Dago’s pupils contracted, knowing that Viser’s group had encountered members of the Dark Blood Council, and he rushed towards Viser’s group to his right.
.........
In a clearing in the nearby forest, Viser stared intently at the Black Robe Wizard in front of him, tightly gripping his sapphire-inlaid oak wand and pointing it at him.
“Look what I’ve found, Moluo Ke, three fresh and delicious blood drinks,” the Black Robe Wizard Moluo Ke said, his voice like gravel rubbing together.
After hearing the panicked shout from Ian next to Viser, his expression changed, and he immediately drew his spine wand.
He quickly chanted a spell, and a dark red blood mist surged from the spine wand, coiling around him.
Seeing this, Viser also quickly chanted a spell, and a faintly glowing shield instantly enveloped a two-meter radius around him.
Moluo Ke waved his wand forward, and ten blood-red spears burst out from the blood mist in the air, shooting towards the three of them like poisonous snakes baring their fangs and claws.
With a series of sharp whistles, like suddenly taut bowstrings snapping, the blood spears ripped through the air in the forest.
Then came the muffled thuds of “thump,” “thump,” “thump” as they plunged into the grass ahead.
Several blood spears had fallen in front of Viser, while behind him stood Ian, whose legs were so weak he couldn’t stand.
But Gavin was pinned to the ground by three or four blood spears piercing his body, a large amount of fresh blood flowing from his mouth...
His eyes unfocused, he murmured, “Mom, save me,” then his head tilted, and he died.
Viser watched this scene with a grim expression; the protective light screen in front of him had dimmed to almost transparent.
He waved his wand again, chanting a spell, and a one-meter-long, scimitar-shaped wind blade formed after more than ten seconds, firing directly at Moluo Ke.
Moluo Ke naturally wouldn’t watch Viser chant a spell and do nothing, waiting for him to release his Wizardry.
During this time, he also unleashed a Wizardry towards Viser and Ian...
A misty vengeful spirit flew out from his spine wand, directly pouncing on Viser and Ian.
When the scimitar-shaped wind blade flew rapidly to within one meter of Moluo Ke, the blood mist in the air transformed into a large bloody hand, directly smashing the scimitar-shaped wind blade.
The misty vengeful spirit released by Moluo Ke was blocked by Viser’s shield in front of him...
But then, the misty vengeful spirit continuously struck the shield, and with each impact, the shield grew dimmer and dimmer.
Watching the continuously striking misty vengeful spirit and the shield that was about to disappear, Viser gritted his teeth and directly lifted Ian, holding him in front of him.
Ian, lifted by Viser, also froze, his body limp as he stared at the terrifying and grotesque misty vengeful spirit, then he fainted from fright.
Just a second before Viser’s shield was about to disappear, Old Marico, accompanied by The Evans, arrived first.
Old Marico’s hand emitted a soft silver glow, surging like a tide towards the misty vengeful spirit, instantly knocking it away.
Seeing the vengeful spirit knocked away, Viser released Ian, trembling all over with fear.
The Evans each threw a small fireball directly at Moluo Ke, but they were scattered by two blood spears flying out from the blood mist.
“Look at you two weaklings, wouldn’t it be better to just become my blood food?” Moluo Ke said hoarsely, with a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.
Just as Moluo Ke finished his boastful remark, a violent whooshing sound suddenly came from afar...
It rapidly approached, accompanied by an intensely strong fluctuation of ice element energy.
Moluo Ke abruptly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound and fluctuation.
The next second, his pupils constricted!
He saw a dark blue, ink-like Ice Crystal Cannonball, the size of a rugby ball, whistling along the ground.
The Ice Crystal Cannonball spun violently, carrying a powerful frosty wake, leaving a white trail in the air...
Like a meteor hurled by a god, yet hotter and more violent than starlight.
The Black Robe Wizard Moluo Ke instantly transformed the blood mist into a large blood-red hand, firmly protecting himself.
“Boom,” the Ice Crystal Cannonball collided with the large blood-red hand, and the moment the roar tore through the air...
The space in front of Moluo Ke turned pure white, and the airwave, like an invisible giant hand, lifted sand, gravel, and turf within a ten-meter radius into the air.
The next second, the ice crystal shattered into thousands of sharp ice blades, these ice blades, imbued with bone-chilling cold, shot out in all directions like driven jackdaws.
A huge ice cone altar formed at the center of the explosion, with sharp ice shards extending towards the sky in eerie curves, and layers of frost flowers congealed on the ground.
Residual ice mist churned in the air, shrouding the area in a frozen hell.
Moluo Ke, who had been blown away, wiped the melted blood and ice water from the ice blades that had splattered on his face, a deep tremor and look of horror flashing in his eyes.
The surviving Moluo Ke’s teeth chattered, his limbs stiff, and even the courage to flee was frozen in place by the biting cold.
Moluo Ke propped up the thin, almost vanishing blood mist, his expression ferocious, and shouted through gritted teeth: “You, a high-level Level 3 Apprentice Wizard, still resort to sneak attacks, aren’t you too shameless?”
What greeted him was a fist-sized compressed Air Bullet.
That death-rattle-like whooshing sound rang out again, and Moluo Ke had no time to make any dodging moves.
“Boom~”
The Air Bullet hit Moluo Ke squarely, and the blood mist, thin as paper, couldn’t stop it at all.
The Air Bullet exploded, creating a large pit directly in the soft grass.
Moluo Ke was violently thrown away by the impact of the explosion, like a kite with a broken string.
He tumbled several times on the ground, his black robe tattered, and his body covered in wounds.
Large gushes of blood overflowed from Moluo Ke’s mouth and nose; his internal organs were almost completely shattered.
Moluo Ke held on with his last breath, struggling to crawl on the ground.
At this moment, the remaining four people on the field were all in a daze, having originally launched an attack on Moluo Ke with a determination to die.
However, the situation turned around so quickly that they hadn’t even reacted.
One second, the evil and powerful Black Robe Wizard of the Dark Blood Council was boasting, and the next, he was half-dead from a Wizardry, utterly without any ability to resist.
Under Moluo Ke’s strong, unwilling humiliation and the expectant gazes of the Patrol members, a figure rushed out from the forest.