"Go back first. You have no part in the battle here …"
Floating in the pitch-black night sky, Spara dropped these words and plunged into the sky.
The cold night wind brushed past her smooth body, and the short, soft fur on her body danced rapidly. Spara, who had transformed into a vampire bat, made a few turns in the air and disappeared without a trace. Her whereabouts could no longer be found.
Feeling a sudden chill, Vilia hurriedly flapped her wings and flew into the distance.
The battle in the manor was still ongoing.
The ambushing vampires were obviously at a disadvantage and were retreating as they fought. In the dark of the night, their team had been scattered. They were rampaging in the manor and spreading the chaos to every corner of the manor.
Six Magi wearing the insignia of the Randner family were driving their wizard beasts to kill a small group of vampires. When they passed by a tall ancient tree, a white and tender arm stretched out from the darkness and pulled the last Magus behind the ancient tree.
Due to her quick and colorless movements, the other Magi who were focused on chasing their prey did not notice that one of their companions was missing.
In the shadow of the ancient tree, before the captured Magus could understand what was happening, a slender figure pounced on him. Two sharp, hollow vampire fangs pierced into his neck.
After a while, Magus Ralph stopped trembling and regained his balance.
"Go to the three-storey building and bring me to that Aneltor!" Spara ordered softly. She once again transformed into a small vampire bat and pounced on Ralph, drilling into his sleeves with practiced movements.
"Yes, sir!" Ralph replied respectfully.
When he stepped out of the shadow of the ancient tree, he raised his head. With the dim light, one could vaguely see that his eyes were bloodshot and his face was extremely pale.
He flipped the collar of his robe to cover the small wound on his neck. Without hesitation, he turned around and walked towards the three-storey building.
Even in the midst of an intense battle, the security around the building did not relax at all.
A strange team of Magi wearing white armor was guarding the building. There were both men and women, and their ages varied. However, all of them had a strange emblem of Misty Mountain on their left shoulder.
It was a black mountain shrouded in white mist. The design was very strange. Even with Spara's vast experience, she had never seen such an emblem before.
"This is Marilyn? It's the emblem of Lady Monna's Enchanted Garden. They belong to the Magi directly under Lady Monna, but I don't know what kind of strange abilities they have … "Ralph spoke to Spara, who was hiding in his arms, through a special spirit link as he walked towards the Magi guarding the gate.
"Who are you? Why are you here? " A male Magus stood out and blocked Ralph. His vigilant expression did not relax at all even though the other party was' one of his own '.
"I'm Ralph from the 7th Magus team. I have some extremely important information that I need to report to Lord Mona. Please pass on the message!"
"At this time …" The male Magus hesitated for a moment and said, "At this time, Lady Monna must still be in deep meditation and won't meet anyone easily! If you have any information or items, just leave them to us! "
"Our captain asked me to return. This information is very important, I must personally hand it to Lord Meng Na!"
It seemed like Ralf's determination had forced the male wizard to compromise.
He turned around and said, "Yasuna, take him to the guest room on the first floor. If Milord wakes up, inform him immediately! "
"Yes!" A young girl with short brown hair, wearing leather armor and boots, nodded and led Ralph into the small building.
As soon as he entered the building, Ralph could clearly feel that he had just passed through a layer of transparent membrane. There was a completely different aura inside and outside the building.
Facing the door was a wide, old wooden staircase that led straight to the second floor. On the left and right sides were dining rooms and small reception rooms. There were also some small wooden huts for the servants to rest in.
The second and third floors were occupied by Lady Monna, so all the low-ranked wizards could only stay in the servants' quarters on the first floor. None of the wizards dared to complain about this' unfair 'treatment.
"Come with me! You can't take a single step here, or else you might trigger a spell that has been set up beforehand. If you disturb Lady Monna's meditation, you and I will not be able to bear the consequences … "The short-haired girl was rather enthusiastic as she led Ralph to the left side of the first floor.
"Keep this little fellow occupied, I'll go take a look on the second floor!" Spara used the spiritual link to give Ralph a few simple instructions. She then quietly crawled out of his robes and transformed into a strange rat with black fur and red eyes, lightly slipping up the staircase that led to the second floor.
Spara was born in the Faen Plane and was once a young and beautiful elf. She was a druid, a strange profession that excelled in transforming into animals. After being transformed into a blood elf by Mary, she was brought back to the Magus World and slowly grew into a 'shapeshifter'.
She was also the only druid that did not lose her original profession's abilities after being transformed by a blood elf. However, the druid's wild transformation was not very compatible with the blood elf's vampiric ability, so it was especially difficult for her to increase her battle power.
Spara, who had transformed into a red-eyed rat, quickly climbed up the stairs, avoiding the places where there was a slight magic aura, as well as the strange witchcraft runes. Soon, he arrived at the entrance of the second floor.
Without hesitation, Spara turned into the corridor on the right and crawled along the red-painted wooden floor towards the end of the corridor. As it crawled, its fur also mimicked the colors of a chameleon. Coupled with its tiny body size, the chances of enemies discovering it was extremely low.
There were five rooms scattered along the corridor on the right. An exceptionally large multi-eyed monster was crouching at the door of one of the rooms, guarding it meticulously.
The multi-eyed monster was a type of wizard beast that the wizards had created using the beholder as a blueprint. It had a short and fat body, with more than ten tentacles as thick as a child's arm extending from its body. At the end of the tentacles, there were strange eyes.
Like the beholder, they could also shoot out multi-attribute magic rays and strange cursed auras from more than a dozen of their eye stalks. Moreover, the surface of their eye stalks was covered with a layer of fine scales, which were tough but flexible, more than enough to act as long whips in close combat.
The only drawback of this kind of wizard beast was probably that its legs and feet were too short, and its speed of movement was appallingly slow. Therefore, most wizards used them as fixed watchdogs.
At this moment, the multi-eyed monster was lying on the floor and resting out of boredom. Only three of the twelve eye stalks on its upper body were raised high, constantly scanning the entire corridor. The rest were drooping, looking listless.
Behind the wooden door behind it, two faint auras of life could be vaguely sensed. One of them was an ordinary person, and the other seemed to be a low-grade wizard with faint elemental fluctuations.
After all, this was not a wizard tower, and the wooden door was just an ordinary wooden door that did not have the function of isolating the outside world. Otherwise, Spara would not have been able to perceive the information in the room so easily.
This was probably the place where Antoine was being held!
Spara did not dare to approach the multi-eyed monster.
She knew very well that the eyeballs at the end of the multi-eyed monster's eye stalks also had the ability to see through invisibility and elemental perception. Fortunately, she used Shapeshifting and Color Mimicry, which did not produce additional magical fluctuations. Otherwise, the monster would have probably sensed her the moment she stepped into the corridor.
Spara curled up on the protrusion of the stone wall in the corner of the corridor. Using the shadows to cover his body, he began to carefully emit a special aura.
Ambition Call!
This was an animal summoning ability unique to Druids.
However, most Druids used it to summon animal companions, and Spara was the only one who used it to lure small animals.
A moment later, a strange rustling sound suddenly came from another dark corner of the corridor.
A small mouse with a pointed beard poked its nose out of the darkness and gently sniffed the air. Its appearance naturally attracted the Multi-eyed Monster's attention.
Spara could use Shapeshifting and Color Mimicry to hide her body and eliminate her aura, but this ordinary mouse did not have such an ability. And no matter how small its movements were, in front of the multi-eyed monster with grade 2 strength, it was as dazzling as the sun in the dark night.
The eye stalks hanging at the side of the body couldn't help but slowly rise, and the originally towering eye stalks turned around, staring unwaveringly at the little fellow that was hesitating between light and darkness.
Although it smelled the strange summoning that made it unusually restless, the gray mouse could also sense the dangerous aura outside the darkness that made it extremely fearful.
Ever since a group of strange humans entered this small building, all the gray mice had been hiding in their nests in fear, not daring to come out to forage for food or to come out to move around. This pain had lasted for as long as seven days, and they were all hungry, but still did not dare to step out of their nests.
They could sense that the outside was filled with a terrible aura of death, and the strong sense of danger suppressed their instinctive impulses, which allowed them to survive until now.
But now, when the strange summoning power appeared, the gray mouse finally could not hold it in anymore. It quietly left the nest and came to this space that was once incomparably familiar to it. As long as it took one more step forward, it would leave the shroud of darkness and enter the range of the dim candlelight.
And at this moment, it hesitated, it hesitated …
One step meant life, one step meant death. With its low intelligence, it obviously could not think of such a complicated feeling.
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