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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter 211:
"What?!"
The speed was so fast that there was no time for mental locking to react. Rocis felt a chilling sensation at the back of his neck, a strong sharp aura pressing against his nerves.
"Dang!!!"
A wave of azure transparent ripples howled past, and the chaotic downpour exploded in an instant.
Rocis's tall and slender figure slid across the black deck, leaving a long mark behind.
Beneath his feet, two clear wood chips mixed with faint traces of blood were quickly washed away by the falling rain.
He tightly covered his neck with his right hand, looking at the witch in front of him with fear in his eyes.
In that last attack, the talisman at his waist had been torn apart.
It was at this moment that he clearly felt the gap between them.
This was not a matter of levels but rather about the realm of combat.
It should be noted that most ordinary wizards belong to the Erudite category, obsessed with exploring the truth. In his memory, even a Dark Wizard focused on combat could not possess such an overwhelming awareness.
"Where do you come from?!" The fear in his heart slowly suppressed, he spoke coldly.
Satisfaction gleamed in Freya's eyes as she quietly stood in the rain curtain.
"You don't need to know that. So, do you still want to interfere with this? Although I don't want to kill anyone on the Elk, as long as I handle it cleanly, I can just disembark at the next port. They probably won't pursue it too much."
"You."
The blatant threat left him at a loss for words.
This was the absolute suppression of power; if he possessed such formidable strength, he likely wouldn't engage in any negotiations.
After a long moment, he released his grip on his neck, staring intently at Freya as his form began to gradually fade away.
Using some unknown method, he soon vanished completely.
One minute later.
With no traps detected through his mental sensing, Freya finally sheathed her Cross Sword and strode towards the two individuals lying on the ground.
The two on the ground had already turned pale from the rain's relentless assault, and Freya looked particularly tragic.
Glancing over the ordinary apprentice Freya, she reached out and grabbed Del by the collar, hoisting him over her shoulder as if he were cargo and heading towards the cabin.
Elk's ship had black-robed patrols that roamed at intervals, so it wouldn't be long before Freya was discovered.
An important figure from the Black Forest Family. Her status was not much different from that of an ordinary wizard. It was likely that once discovered, the Elk Family would not stand idly by.
As for Rocis's background-less Old Wizard, he posed no threat to Freya whatsoever.
This type of ordinary wizard, focused solely on research, would not stand a chance against her even if Liquefaction was two levels higher than her.
Her current combat power had been accumulated through various battles and her own research and understanding over time.
After all, unless there was an overwhelming difference in mental strength, there was essentially no distinction among those of equal rank.
Graduating from Elgreen Academy, Freya was among the top in the Black Wizard Organization.
Returning to her cabin, Freya casually tossed Del onto the floor. She removed her white robe and changed into more comfortable clothing.
Lani on the bed showed no signs of waking up. After brewing herself a cup of fragrant tea, she turned her attention to the Rost Tribe boy lying on the ground.
At this moment, Del had completely returned to human form. Aside from being soaked, he bore no injuries at all.
This intrigued Freya.
To understand, Rocis's red lightning spell would typically require a significant cost to break unless Freya happened to know one of the methods to counter it. If an ordinary person were struck by this spell, they could instantly turn to ash.
However, this guy had only suffered a physical blow and nothing more.
"This is just the spell resistance of a juvenile Tros. If it were an adult Tros, they could likely be transformed into a special wizard hunter. Truly remarkable."
With a curious gaze, Freya crouched down and took out a Black Dagger to pry open the collar of his shirt.
On the back of his neck was a distinct maple leaf-shaped mark.
The patterns above are somewhat complex, naturally formed. Even if violently scraped off, they will regrow after the skin heals.
Freya once obtained a serpent-shaped mark with a natural fear force field from the ruins of Saradin. However, due to her own skills, it still lies in her waist pouch.
Each of these naturally formed marks possesses special abilities comparable to those of a wizard, and only certain powerful races have them.
According to Freya, the bloodline ability of the Tros Clan is primarily focused on strong hidden capabilities related to plant energy and the decomposition of mental power models.
Combined with Tros's own beast form, it earned him the title of "Forest Hunter."
As she quietly observed the special patterns on the mark, Freya frowned.
"To completely strip away this bloodline ability is still far beyond my current capabilities. Even if I were to succeed by chance, without a special experimental environment, it would be unlikely for me to utilize it fully. It seems I can only try to extract one of its powers."
She was not particularly interested in young boys; capturing this one was merely for experimentation.
However, due to various factors, she could only do what was within her reach.
Although she had left the academy, some of her previous prophecies regarding Lani and Rand would still have some implications.
Even though her prophetic skills were quite rough, she still had some accuracy regarding major trends.
Since they were not on the ship now, it was likely that she would encounter them upon reaching their destination.
Thus, she could only try her best to protect the unconscious Lani while establishing contact with her informant.
Perhaps seeing Freya's serious demeanor made time pass slowly; Del's fingers gently moved as he lay in a coma.
He slowly opened his eyes, and what met his gaze was a dazzling light and a warm environment, a handsome face gradually magnifying in his vision.
"Mom."
As the whisper just escaped his lips, his sight fell back into darkness.
Freya retracted her right hand, which was entwined with green light, and coldly looked at the boy she had knocked down.
"Although there are no external injuries, his consciousness is still in a blurred state. Let's try the blood Extraction Experiment and see if that method from Hegel's Grimoire works."
...
While Freya contemplated the experiment, beside Freyja, who had been lying in the heavy rain for a long time, a tall man in a black trench coat stood there.
In the darkness, the man's eyes were silver, and his gaze towards Freyja was filled with complex emotions. (To be continued...)
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