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In the dense forest, Garen's tall figure slowly approached.
Layton and Lanya looked at Volikov with puzzled expressions, while Yasthia quietly breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing that the enemy was not a vampire.
Volikov finally regained his senses and quickly grabbed Dostodoro, retreating backward.
"Don't come any closer! One more step and I'll kill him!"
Volikov felt an inexplicable dread towards Garen, yet he still revealed a ruthless side.
"Are you surprised?" Garen said coldly without advancing. "Then your letter seems to be meaningless."
"Letter?" Volikov was taken aback.
"That means there is someone else involved," Garen observed Volikov's expression and paused for a moment.
The suspicion in Volikov's eyes deepened, but he knew very well that this was not the time to clarify things. The moment Garen's voice reached him, the situation had changed; it was he who was cornered.
Although the situation was of Volikov's own making and he held Dostodoro in his grasp, giving the appearance of an advantage, Volikov understood that the current circumstances were extremely unfavorable for him—almost to the point of desperation. The reason was simple: he could not defeat Garen!
That warrior was too strong!
In fact, Volikov believed that if it weren't for Dostodoro being in his hands, he might already be dead by now.
"No matter what you're saying, you must understand... Dostodoro is in my hands. He is the mayor's grandson. Even if I fail, as long as anything happens to him, you won't have it easy either!" Volikov threatened coldly.
"So?" Garen remained calm.
"So... you must listen to me!"
Volikov's expression was fierce. When he saw Garen take a half step forward, he was startled and immediately pulled a dagger from his pocket, pressing it against Dostodoro's neck.
Dostodoro's face turned extremely pale as he felt the coldness of the dagger. A sense of helplessness rose within him; he had never experienced this feeling before in his life. In that moment, he instinctively looked towards Garen, as if he could find a glimmer of stability in that person...
"Go heal Rody," Garen instructed Yasthia.
Yasthia and the two Novices immediately ran over.
Garen turned back to Volikov. "So what do you want us to do?"
"Of course, stay away! Get out of my sight! No, go even further!" Volikov said. "Only when I am safe can Dostodoro live!"
Garen narrowed his eyes.
"You can rest assured, as long as you do as I say, Dostodoro will not be harmed!" Volikov quickly added.
"Alright."
"You agreed?" Volikov was taken aback, not expecting Garen to be so straightforward.
"No need to waste time," Garen explained.
However, a wave of bitterness surged within Dostodoro. Among these people, no one knew Volikov better than he did... He was well aware that Volikov was a madman, a complete scoundrel, and his words could not be easily trusted.
Sure enough, Volikov made another demand.
"Throw down your sword too!" With Garen's initial concession, Volikov felt much more confident. "Sorry, you're just too strong. I can't trust you with a weapon in hand!"
"Alright." Garen agreed readily.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and drop it!"
Volikov was overjoyed and suddenly wondered if he had been too cautious. This warrior, while powerful, didn't seem all that clever... Various thoughts crossed Volikov's mind as he began to plot his next move.
That's how people are; as soon as they see a glimmer of hope to escape a crisis, they immediately start considering the benefits afterward, completely forgetting that they are still in danger.
Garen tossed Stormblade forward.
All of Volikov's attention was on the sword. Just then, he felt a sudden jolt as something collided with his waist!
Layton had somehow circled behind him and now charged with all his might! Although this impact was nothing significant to Volikov, it was enough to slightly distract him.
Volikov's face twisted in anger, but before he could react, a burst of golden light erupted ahead!
Stormblade hung momentarily in the air, and as it began to fall, Garen lunged forward to grasp the hilt. In that instant, blinding golden light exploded forth, and a golden beam shot through the air with a whoosh!
Volikov felt a chill at his neck as a torrent of blood gushed from his throat!
"Thud!" With pain and unwillingness, Volikov fell to the ground.
At the same time, Dostodoro slumped down, warm blood splattered all over him. He trembled, his eyes filled with terror and confusion. For a child not yet ten years old, facing death up close was far too cruel.
"Well done," Garen smiled at Layton.
"Yeah..." Layton looked at Volikov in the pool of blood, his expression complex, not much better than Dostodoro's.
The Newbies each wore a dazed look; even Yasthia seemed somewhat unsettled. Only two people present felt no emotion regarding Volikov's death.
Garen and Rody.
Rody's injuries were not severe. Under Yasthia's healing, he regained his ability to move in just a moment. However, two broken ribs would take several days to heal properly.
While waiting for Rody, everyone sat quietly to the side.
"So, the instructor this morning was disguised as Volikov?"
"So, Lesser Magic Vine was a trap set by Volikov on purpose?"
Layton and Lanya showed expressions of anger. Upon learning the truth, they felt no complexity towards the deceased Volikov; instead, they experienced a sense of relief.
"How despicable! He actually led us into the dangerous Beast Mountain Range... What if we encountered magical beasts?"
"Fortunately, we had Instructor Garen with us. Hmph, Volikov was truly vile... When we get back, I will definitely expose his misdeeds!"
As Layton and Lanya whispered to each other, Yasthia suddenly let out a gasp!
Facing the crowd to treat Rody, Yasthia was looking behind them, her eyes filled with terror…
Garen turned around and was taken aback.
There, in the pool of blood, Volikov's corpse twitched slightly. That already cold arm suddenly propped itself up! In that moment, the hollow eyes flickered with life, and as it turned its head, it locked eyes with Garen.
But wasn’t he already dead?
Layton and the others exclaimed in shock, murmuring about seeing ghosts.
Garen, however, was decisive. He raised Stormblade and walked over, ready to deliver two more strikes to the "deceased" Volikov.
“Wait, wait!” Volikov exclaimed in panic, waving his hands. “Don’t do that… I-I know I was wrong. Give me another chance!”
Garen’s movements didn’t falter; his gaze spoke volumes.
Yes.
If it were just a moment ago, giving you another chance would have been no problem at all.
But now, you are dead!
Garen could not believe in the miracle of resurrection.
The Stormblade howled down, poised to pierce Volikov's chest!
At that moment, Volikov suddenly shouted.
"Don't you want to know the truth of resurrection?!" Volikov noticed Garen's Greatsword hesitating slightly and quickly continued, "Yes, resurrection! Rebirth!"
"If you grasp this secret, you will have the chance to reclaim your lost loved ones and friends!"
"So please, don't kill me... at least give me a chance to convince you!"
Garen narrowed his eyes.
Although he did not believe in resurrection, it was undeniable that Volikov's words were tempting. After all, who wouldn't want to understand the true meaning of life? Even Garen, thinking of the martyrs of Demacia being able to come back, couldn't help but waver.
Just then, Yasthia's voice suddenly rang out.
"He is a fake!"
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