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The Ancient Sorcerer walked back to the center of the eighteen Scarecrows, stopping to take a deep breath before slowly exhaling. After a few repetitions, he quickly adjusted his breathing.
"Swish!"
Suddenly lifting his foot, the Ancient Sorcerer stepped forward and stomped down hard, sending a cloud of sand flying into the air. His right foot sank deeply into the sand, nearly half a meter down.
Looking at the eighteen Scarecrows surrounding him, a cruel smile appeared on the Ancient Sorcerer's face, while a cold light emanated from his eyes. At that moment, he seemed to return to the state he had been in during his years in the special forces, taking lives.
However, this time it was not about killing; it was about saving!
The torch in his left hand blazed brighter, its flames clearly visible in the darkness. Beneath the firelight, the expression on the Ancient Sorcerer's face grew increasingly serious.
"Someone! There really is someone! And they are watching me!"
He had sensed this earlier, but now the Ancient Sorcerer was even more certain of his feelings—there was indeed someone in the darkness watching him!
Having survived many life-and-death situations over the years had cultivated a strong intuition about life and death. Not to mention that after inheriting sorcery, the Ancient Sorcerer's senses had become even sharper.
Slowly turning around, the Ancient Sorcerer stared into the darkness with hollow eyes. After a while, he suddenly smiled without making a sound and raised his right hand holding the Machete, slashing forward into thin air!
Under the firelight, the Machete glinted coldly as it swung forward, as if it intended to cleave someone in two.
The Ancient Sorcerer knew that his opponent was at a certain distance from him and likely could not see his movements. However, he believed that the other person could certainly feel it, just as he could sense the chill they brought upon him!
The Ancient Sorcerer was correct; there was indeed someone in the darkness watching him.
His body involuntarily swayed as he fixed his gaze on a small point of firelight in the distance. He knew that this person was attempting to break his curse and that they were quite powerful. Even from such a distance, he could feel waves of coldness emanating from them.
"This village is mine!"
The old man's withered lips slowly moved, his voice deep and rumbling like the roar of a beast seemingly rising from the depths of the earth. At the same time, his bony right hand pressed down on the Azure Blue Skull.
"Uh... phew..."
A series of incomprehensible incantations began to resonate, and as the old man sat cross-legged, his body trembled with each chant. His eyes bulged wide like lanterns, yet they were completely devoid of color, resembling the lifeless white of a dead fish's belly.
"Sssss~~~~ sssss~~~~ huff~~~~ huff~~~~"
The wind began to pick up, starting softly before gradually intensifying. Soon, the old man's disheveled white hair was blown about. Even more bizarrely, the eye sockets of the Azure Blue Skull before him glowed faintly blood-red, and the hue grew increasingly intense.
The Ancient Sorcerer's eyes gradually narrowed to a slit as he felt the chill around him deepen, slowly piercing through him like needles.
"It seems tonight will reveal the truth!"
From the chilling sensation, the Ancient Sorcerer understood that his opponent was declaring war, meaning tonight would be a fight to the death.
For this, the Ancient Sorcerer felt no fear; in fact, there was a hint of anticipation within him. It had been some time since he received the inheritance of sorcery, and he had healed many with his magic. However, tonight would be his first direct "duel" with another sorcerer.
He lifted his head slightly and looked at the Scarecrow hanging from a branch. At that moment, the dark red glow in the Scarecrow's eyes had grown significantly; this was a sign that his opponent was beginning to cast curses.
The key lay with this Scarecrow. The Ancient Sorcerer understood that if he could just cut down this Scarecrow, everything would be resolved.
With a flick of his left hand, the torch emitted a crackling sound in the night sky. Riding on the wind, the flames on the torch grew larger as if they were magically intensifying.
"Whoosh!"
The torch in the hands of the Ancient Sorcerer quickly spun around, and the eighteen scarecrows that had been stuck in the ground immediately ignited as the torch swept past them. When he made these scarecrows, he specifically chose extremely dry straw, and after they were assembled, he poured oil over them, so they caught fire instantly. The sight of all eighteen scarecrows burning was quite astonishing.
The fire grew larger!
The Ancient Sorcerer stood within the circle of flames, his face illuminated with a golden hue under the firelight, but at this moment, his eyes were tightly closed.
Sweat began to pour out the moment the flames erupted, and it increased rapidly, soon resembling yellow beans. Additionally, veins on the Ancient Sorcerer's face bulged out like thick earthworms, twisted and grotesque.
Before long, his breathing became heavy, like that of an injured beast!
"Huff huff!"
The Ancient Sorcerer struggled to lift his right foot; he wanted to take a step forward but found himself unable to do so.
Lowering his head, the Ancient Sorcerer looked at his right foot and discovered it was entwined with layers of black mist. Gradually, the black mist gathered and coalesced into a small snake. Once formed, this little snake suddenly opened its mouth wide and bit down onto his foot!
"Hmph!"
With a swift motion of his right hand, the massive machete accurately struck the snake's head. "Bang!" The black mist exploded like a balloon and then vanished into the night.
Although he did not yet know how his opponent had done this, the Ancient Sorcerer believed that this black snake must have been conjured by that wizard. If he had been bitten by that black snake just now, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
He raised the knife and drew it across the back of his left hand holding the torch. A stream of blood surged forth and smeared onto the blade. Without waiting for the blood to dry, the Ancient Sorcerer brought the knife towards the flames. When he withdrew it from the fire, an eerie dark red color appeared on the blade!
What was even more astonishing was that this eerie dark red seemed to ignite slightly and began to burn slowly. After a while, a row of flames appeared along one side of the machete's blade!
The machete made of steel was now actually on fire!
Suddenly, his eyes widened, and the Ancient Sorcerer shouted loudly as he raised the torch in his left hand high, directing it towards the Scarecrow hanging from the tree.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Each time the flame on the torch approached the Scarecrow, it would immediately pull back, as if afraid of accidentally igniting it.
Once, twice, and then again, the Ancient Sorcerer swung his left hand mechanically, slowly enveloping the entire Scarecrow in the light of the torch...
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