Kitten, run!
Havon and Vitru were superior to Amon in both body arts and magic. Moreover, they were more familiar with the situation in the Empire of Eygut. Therefore, they were ahead of Amon. Most importantly, they had correctly guessed Amon's destination.
Vitru didn't use the Shadow-soul Lamp after entering the eastern bank of the Nile River. He didn't want to waste any more of his magic power. He only asked Havon to follow Amon's trail. The distance between them and Amon seemed to have widened.
After three days of walking in the mountains, Amon gradually relaxed. He no longer felt like he was being watched. Schrödinger also slept soundly. It seemed that they had shaken off their pursuers.
It had been a tiring journey, and he was almost forced into a dead end. Now, he could finally heave a sigh of relief. That night, Amon didn't hurry on with his journey. He cooked a delicious meal for Schrodinger and himself. He continued to meditate and practice the basics of magic. After midnight, he lay down and had a good sleep. Before he went to bed, he didn't forget to set up magic formations around him as a warning and a cover.
Just before dawn, Schrödinger suddenly jumped up from the ground and shouted. Amon also woke up with a start. The feeling of being watched came back to him. He was startled. Did the pursuers not give up? Did they find us again? Amon packed up his things and put Schrödinger in his bag. The pursuers were terrifying. He couldn't waste any more time. He had to cross the Nile River as soon as possible.
Amon ran through the forest with his staff in his hand. He had already taken out several scrolls from the bone and put them in his bag. In front of him was an open field. The foot of the mountain was on the left and right sides. In the middle was a valley. Once out of the valley, he would be close to the Nile River. Amon suddenly stopped in his tracks. He shouted coldly, "Who are you? How dare you follow me all the way here? It's time to show yourself! "
There was an ambush ahead, but it was discovered by Amon in time. The stalker who had been stalking him like a maggot had finally appeared. He calmed down and raised his branch-shaped staff with one hand.
Two mages wielding staffs and four warriors wielding bows and arrows walked out from behind the mountain ridges on both sides of the road. The mage on the left stared at Amon and said, "Boy, you can't escape from me after all. Give me the inheritance of my ancestor and I may spare your life."
Amon's pupils contracted. He looked at the mage and said, "So it's you, Obama. No wonder you were chasing me. If I give you the inheritance of Master Nero, will you spare my life? Will you tell me what you have done in the future?"
Obama didn't know what to say. It didn't matter if Amon gave Amon Amon or Scrolls or Amon. now. As long as Amon was still alive, it was the evidence of his evil deeds. In that case, there was nothing to talk about. As long as Amon wasn't an idiot, he wouldn't hand over the inheritance.
Obama's face turned red, "I am the patriarch of the Ramose family. You have stolen my ancestor's inheritance. If you give it back, I will let you die a quick death." As he spoke, he raised his staff. The four warriors beside him had already drawn their bows and aimed their arrows at Amon. At such a close distance, Amon had no way of dodging the crossbows and arrows of the warriors.
Amon was slightly surprised when he saw Obama's staff. It was almost the same as the one he gave to Link. There were seven parangons inlaid in a spiral shape on the staff. It seemed that this was a very expensive standard staff, or perhaps it was made by the same master craftsman as Link's staff. This kind of staff could greatly enhance the power of all kinds of divine spells, and there was no difference in the attributes.
What he didn't know was that the staff in Obama's hand was Nero's personal staff, inherited by the patriarch of the Ramose family. The inheritance that Amon returned was the chief priest's staff of the city's shrine. It was even more precious than Nero's personal staff.
At this time, another mage reminded, "Lord Ramose, be careful. He must have used detection magic to detect our ambush. He is a sorcerer."
Obama was slightly startled, then he grinned, "A sorcerer? Then I won't need to kill him … "
Before he could finish his words, the people around him suddenly let out a cry of alarm. The sound of bowstrings being pulled was heard, and the warriors suddenly released their arrows towards Amon. Another mage waved his staff, casting a sea of fire on the open ground. It turned out that Amon had arched his body without warning and rushed towards Obama like a leopard, brandishing the tree branch in his hand. He never wasted time in a fight.
The arrows shot by warriors were powerful enough to pierce the heart of an elephant. Amon was rushing forward in a straight line. There was no way he could dodge, but he didn't. At the moment when the bowstring vibrated, he reached into his clothes and took out a silver shield out of thin air. The shield was seven feet high and three feet long, blocking the front of his body.
The four arrows hit the shield, and a series of buzzing sounds exploded in the air, like a big hammer hitting a huge drum. The echoes were endless, but there was no sound of metal colliding. When the arrows hit the surface of the shield, a silver light burst out. The traces left by the arrows were like stones falling into a calm lake, creating a series of ripples.
No one saw where Amon took out the shield. It turned out to be a defensive artefact enhanced by magic. Moreover, Amon could also use magic, which greatly enhanced the defensive effect of the shield. It was too late for the warriors to shoot a second arrow. The only thing that could stop Amon was the sea of fire in the open ground.
The other mage's reaction was obviously not slow. He immediately cast a powerful advanced fire elemental magic. It was simple and effective, burning Amon to a crisp in an instant.
But Amon was not burned. The arrows hit the shield, but he only slowed down a little. With a flick of his wrist, the silver light on the shield extended along the arc of the shield, forming a ball of light that wrapped Amon in the middle. Just like that, he rushed into the sea of fire. Tongues of fire lashed out at the light shield, making a sizzling sound, as if the light shield would crack at any moment. The silver light was instantly dyed red, and Amon was wrapped in blazing heat.
Amon waved the branch in his hand. There seemed to be the sound of waves surging in the air. An icy blue trace spread out in front of him, like a wave rushing out of the sea of fire. This was the advanced water magic – Icebound. Amon did not use it to attack anyone. He just opened a path for himself in the sea of fire and rushed to Obama in the blink of an eye.
When the sea of fire rose, Obama thought that Amon was dead, but he did not expect that the blue light flashed and the fire split. Amon was already in front of him. He held the shield in his left hand and swung the branch in his right.
The position of priest was hereditary. Obama was the patriarch of the Ramose family and had inherited the position of priest of the Shrine of Cape. But he himself had been practicing magic for so many years, but he was only a third-level mage. Naturally, he could not become an oracle like Nero. But a third-level mage could already practice advanced magic, and the staff in his hand was very useful. In a crisis, it played its full potential.
The wind and sand in front of Obama were swirling. In an instant, an earth wall harder than stone rose up and crashed towards Amon. It was an advanced earth magic – Wall Fortifying. It could be used for long-range defense and close-range counterattack. It was quite a good move.
The shield collided with the earth wall, making a muffled sound like a faint thunder. Amon's rushing figure was abruptly stopped. At this moment, Obama saw a white light. It was the "branch" in Amon's hand. Covered with a faint layer of light, it passed through the defense of the earth wall. It was too late for him to react. The "branch" lightly swept across his neck. Obama's head turned at a strange angle and drooped down.
No one expected Amon to take out a magic shield, nor did they expect him to be so skilled in magic. What's more, the inconspicuous "branch" in his hand was not only a staff but also a warrior's weapon. Although the process was complicated, from the moment Amon suddenly rushed forward to the moment Obama was killed on the spot, it only took a few blinks of an eye.
Obama's body fell to the ground, and the Wall Fortifying collapsed. The rest of the people were stunned. The shocked warriors dropped their bows and unsheathed their swords, pouncing on Amon like madmen. They were all Amon's personal servants, but they could only watch as their master was killed. They didn't even have time to protect him.
The other mage was called Gejue, a fourth-level mage and a close friend of Obama. He was invited to help this time, and it was said that he would get a lot of benefits after the success of the mission. Gejue thought it would be easy to deal with a hunter from the countryside, but he did not expect that Obama, the mastermind, would be killed as soon as they met. His eyes were filled with horror, and he frantically waved his staff as he retreated.
Blades of wind danced around Amon, like countless tiny blades slicing at him. At the same time, there were all kinds of flashes of light, making Amon's body feel heavy and his reactions slow. The air became sticky, hindering all his movements so that the warriors could cut him into pieces. This was a reasonable way for mages to cooperate in a battle. Gejue was obviously very experienced.
If the four warriors had formed a battle formation and fought with all their strength, they might have been able to fight Amon. But Amon suddenly rushed in front of Obama. In shock, they threw away their bows and pulled out their swords and rushed at him. In their panic, they attacked at different times. Although the interval between their attacks was short, it was enough for Amon to react separately.
These people were all low-level warriors, two third-level warriors and two second-level warriors. Obama did not know Amon's strength, and he thought that this was like killing a chicken with a butcher's knife.
Amon felt his body become heavy, but he wasn't affected much. The air around him seemed to have become sticky, hindering his movements. But he didn't move at all. The sword of the first warrior slashed at him, and Amon pushed the shield in his hand to meet it. The heavy shield hit the tip of the sword heavily. With another flash of silver light, the slender sword was abruptly broken.
Amon turned his wrist and lifted the shield. The iron rod stretched out from below and hit the chest of the warrior. It seemed to be a light touch, but the light from the tip of the rod sank into the warrior's body. The warrior spat out blood and fell down, twitching. But Amon did not look at him. He turned around and waved his staff, making a sound of metal colliding. He blocked the sword of another warrior and swept the edge of the shield horizontally, like a huge battle axe chopping at the waist of the warrior.
With a miserable cry, the warrior was not cut in two. Instead, his body was folded into a strange shape like a piece of paper and flew out. When he landed on the ground, he had lost his life. The other two warriors had just rushed in front of Amon. Seeing this scene, they were terrified and had lost the courage to fight Amon. But everything happened too fast, and they had no time to react. The swords in their hands were still stabbing at Amon.
Amon swept his shield horizontally like a heavy iron door, continuously bouncing off the attacks of the two swords. He raised the staff in his left hand and waved it in the air. Two wind blades flew out in succession and cut the necks of the two warriors. The wind blades looked like soft kisses. In an instant, deep wounds appeared on the necks of the two warriors, and blood gushed out.
The rain of blood did not fall on Amon, but was blocked by the light emitted by the shield. The two warriors also twitched and fell to the ground. Their bodies trembled violently like prawns suddenly thrown into a pot of boiling oil. Soon, they became motionless.
The other person died even faster than the two warriors. Just as they fell to the ground, Amon suddenly threw the shield in his hand with all his might. The heavy shield spun like a Frisbee, striking at the retreating mage with a sharp gust of wind. This was a precious weapon blessed by magic. It was obviously Amon's self-defense. No one expected him to suddenly throw it away in the middle of a battle.
At the same time as he threw the shield, Amon raised his staff and a white light sprinkled down, eliminating the negative effects on his body.
No matter how fast Amon retreated, he was not as fast as the shield. He was standing too close to Amon and could not retreat to a safe distance in a short time. He was only a fourth-level mage, and Amon's magic was much better than his. At the same time, he was also a fifth-level warrior. In a hurry, Amon only had time to raise his staff forward and cast an invisible shield out of thin air.
The shield encountered an invisible barrier in the air, and a cracking sound came from an unknown place. Obviously, Amon was standing in the same place and did not touch anything. But as if he was hit by a sledgehammer, he flew out with a scream. After he landed, he knelt on the ground. Then he felt a heat between his eyebrows and the whole world disappeared in his eyes.
It turned out that Amon had turned the branch and a flame flew out of the tip of his staff and hit Amon's forehead. The flame only left a scorch mark.
Although Ge Jue's body seemed to be intact, the scorching heat had already penetrated his brain and instantly killed him.
Before they could finish a cup of wine, Obama and the others were dead, while Amon was unharmed. He did not use the scroll. For one thing, it was unnecessary. For another, he did not want to use the scroll left by Nero to kill Nero's family. A gust of wind blew, rustling the grass and trees in the mountains and blowing the clothes of the corpses. The bodies of the six people who were alive a moment ago gradually became cold.
There was a sad look in Amon's eyes. He sighed softly, like the wind blowing through the treetops. He straightened his clothes and walked over to pick up the shield. But just after he took two steps, he suddenly stopped. He slightly bent one leg to maintain his forward posture. Then he slowly straightened his body. His face was tense and dignified, as if he was facing a great enemy. His hair was almost standing on end.
Applause came from the wilderness. Someone said in a sarcastic tone: "Wonderful, wonderful. What an eye-opener. Amon, you accepted Nero's gift but killed the patriarch of the Ramose family. Do you still want to escape today? Lord Julien's vision is really good. He has long seen that you have an unspeakable secret. It turns out that you are a magician. Can you tell me, how can an advanced warrior use advanced magic? I am really curious. Maybe I can use this secret in exchange for your life. "
Looking up, there were five people coming out of the forest. Obviously, their momentum was completely different from the six people just now. Amon actually recognized one of them, and the rest looked somewhat familiar as well. He had seen Julien's follower, Vitru, in the Temple of Isis. He had also seen Lord Julien's bodyguards when he left the Temple that day.
Vitru was in the middle with a staff in his hand. Havon was in the front with a shield in one hand and a dagger in the other. Two warriors were on either side of him with shields and longswords in their hands. Julien's nephew, Shute, was behind Vitru with a battle-axe in his hand. They stood a few dozen paces away from Vitru. This distance was enough for warriors to charge, and also within the range of throwing weapons such as spears. It was also the best distance for mages to coordinate their attacks.
Amon wanted to launch a surprise attack like he did with Obama and the others, but he didn't have the chance. Moreover, these people were emitting a strong aura. Amon was obviously not their match. Vitru looked at Amon like a cat looking at a mouse that it could toy with.
No one could guess what a mouse's first reaction would be when it was stared at by a cat. Amon patted his leather bag and shouted, "Schrödinger, run!"
Amon knew that he was in trouble. He might not be able to protect Schrödinger any longer. He had to let the cat escape no matter what. He stood still with the staff in his hand. Suddenly, a cat jumped out of his bag and ran towards the entrance of the valley. It ran faster than a panicked cheetah.
Schrodinger's claws fell on the grass without even making a sound. It disappeared in the blink of an eye — it was so loyal that it did not hesitate to run away.
Vitru and the others weren't surprised. They already knew that Amon had a cat with him. They just stood there and didn't move. Amon didn't move either. They were here to catch a man, not a cat. Vitru laughed, "Amon, you're really in the mood to care about a cat at a time like this. Think about yourself. What do you think of my proposal?"
Havon also shouted, "Please don't move, and don't try to pick up that shield. We can take your life at any time. No matter how good that shield is, it doesn't make any difference. You don't stand a chance anymore. Don't even think about how to escape. We know your whereabouts from Cape to here. You'd better think about how to cooperate with us, lest you suffer more."
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