It was a cloudless night, and the cold moon hung high in the sky.
Angor used Cleanse to remove all traces of blood and smell from his body. Then, he carefully moved forward.
It was dark inside the woods, and he could see the moon when he looked up. A few steps later, a flock of black crows began to rise from the trees in the distance.
The woods were not big, and they were downhill. Angor quickly reached the edge of the woods. When he saw the desolate land beyond the mountain, he suddenly stopped.
The wind stopped howling, and the surroundings were completely silent. It was as if no one was paying attention to him. But Angor still felt that something was wrong. A sense of danger made him stop and hide in the dark to observe the situation.
After hiding, Angor activated his supercomputer and began to compile all kinds of data in his mind.
When he entered the supercomputer mode, he noticed all kinds of traces he left behind on his way here. The ground he stepped on, the creases of leaves and branches, and all kinds of objects he touched before he noticed them all pointed to the direction he was going.
Even Angor himself could figure out all these new patterns, let alone Isabella, who was probably much more capable than him.
Whether there was danger ahead or not, Angor made up his mind and decided to change his direction.
If he wanted to avoid being noticed by wizards, he had to make sure he left no traces behind. Otherwise, he would not be able to do anything. Angor activated his supercomputer mode and walked around the edge of the woods even more carefully.
Angor thought he would not leave any traces this time. But sometimes, there was a huge difference between a wizard's vision and an apprentice's.
Angor had not walked for long when he suddenly heard a terrible scream coming from a certain direction in the woods.
Angor's expression turned grim. He recognized the voice. It was Shadow's.
Accompanied by Shadow's miserable shriek, a strange and wild laughter came from afar at the same time. "You dare to run in front of me? Do you really think you can escape with your strength?"
If the two tracks existed at the same time, there was no doubt that it came from Isabella. It sounded like she was talking to Shadow, but also warning Angor with her words.
Not long after that, several more screams came from Shadow's direction. They were loud at first, but they gradually became weaker. In the end, Angor used his supercomputer mode to detect a familiar vibration in the wind.
Both Angor and Shadow knew that Shadow would be discovered soon enough. But Shadow still chose to give it a try. He released Naga to attract attention, hoping that he could take advantage of the time Naga spent to run back to his mentor's wizard tower.
As long as he stayed by his mentor's side, Shadow was confident that Isabella would not dare to act rashly.
However, they did not expect Isabella to deal with the Naga so quickly. The power of a rank 2 wizard was beyond their imagination.
He didn't know how Shadow was doing, and he didn't want to think too much about it. As for what happened to An Ying, other than feeling sorry for him, he also felt a deep sense of guilt.
He forced himself to stay rational and kept walking along the edge of the forest.
He didn't leave the forest rashly because he could tell that the atmosphere outside the forest wasn't right. Combining all the information, he believed that once he left the forest, there would be unpredictable consequences. Moreover, the danger was far greater than in the forest.
Soon, he heard strange noises coming from the direction he came from. Thinking about it, Isabella must have found the place where he had been.
Angor glanced back and saw Isabella hovering in the air. The moon looked like a jade plate in the background. She was holding a human head in one hand, and a tattered figure in the other.
Angor took a deep breath and began to move faster.
As for Isabella, every place she passed by would attract the attention of black crows. She came to the spot where Angor stopped. Angor was right. If Angor could find the traces, there was no way Isabella wouldn't notice them.
However, when Isabella arrived, the trace suddenly disappeared. She was a little surprised, but she quickly smiled again.
"He purposely left a trail for me to see, then used his real Traceless to escape. Look at you, Diablo. Not only are you weaker than a child, but he's also much better at observation and calculation than you. "Isabella smiled at the man holding her left hand.
Shadow's body was covered in wounds, even worse than Angor's. But at least his limbs were still intact, and he was still breathing. Compared to Isabella, who only had Naga's head left, Shadow was in a much better condition.
"Heh!" Shadow only managed to utter one word before blood and broken organs gushed out of his mouth. "Do you know who he is?"
"Oh, by the sound of it, he must have a powerful background." Isabella could already tell that Angor was not an ordinary apprentice based on his behavior. Angor's invisibility spell alone was not something an ordinary apprentice could use.
"Try killing him, and you'll know." Shadow didn't know who Angor's teacher was. He tried to ask Angor many times, but Angor only smiled at him. Shadow only knew that Angor was from Brute Cavern.
Back in the blood prison of Dark Castle, Greya warned Felicia that Angor's teacher was no ordinary student.
Shadow already had a few candidates in mind. Since even a truth-finder wizard like Greya admitted that Angor's teacher must be a truth-finder as well. There were only a few truth-finders in Brute Cavern, so Shadow decided to go for the top-level wizards.
Silencer, Phantom Master, World Whisperer, Thunderwolf … Shadow preferred Phantom Master since both Angor and Phantom Master were illusionists. But he couldn't be sure.
Isabella pulled Shadow closer and laughed like a maniac. "Your body tells me that you're just bluffing. But I don't really care who's behind him. Take you for example. Even if Bogula is in Silent Hill right now, he won't be able to stop me from killing you. "
Shadow remained silent. His only hope of survival was to wait for Bogula to show up.
Bogula's personality was a bit extreme, but Shadow knew that Bogula was one of the most simple-minded wizards in the world. Besides, Shadow also knew that Bogula was quite protective of his students.
However, Shadow had never offended an official wizard before, so he wasn't sure if Bogula would stand up for him this time.
Shadow really wanted to say something to Isabella. "Just try and kill me."
But he didn't want to bet that his teacher wouldn't show up, so he chose to remain silent.
Angor walked around the edge of the forest and arrived at the main path. In other words, he had returned to the main road where he had been stopped by Isabella.
At the end of the path, he could see Talos, the Two-Faced Sprite.
If he kept walking around the edge of the forest, he would enter the forest on the other side. Would it be safer if he left through the main path?
Based on the information he gathered, Angor began to calculate the possibility of leaving through the main path.
A moment later, he came up with a conclusion. Compared to going through the edge of the forest, it was safer to leave through the main path.
He found it hard to believe, but this was the result of combining all kinds of information and some unknown feedback in his mind.
Should he really go through the main path?
Angor's mind was starting to feel tired. His body was already in a bad condition, and he had to use the supercomputer again. If he kept doing this, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
In other words, he couldn't use the supercomputer to enter the forest on the other side to find a safe exit.
With that in mind, he made up his mind.
…
Isabella wasn't worried about Angor running away at all.
If Angor had hidden himself and parted ways with Shadow when escaping from the market, she might have missed him. Now that she had seen Angor, she had already memorized the information she sensed from him.
Even if Angor ran to the end of the world, she could still locate him using the information she got from him. She could even collect Angor's blood and use a secret spell to curse him from afar.
Isabella didn't care about Angor's movements at all. Instead, she simply let the "little mouse" run away like a cat playing with a mouse.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Naga's head, which was still in Isabella's left hand, suddenly woke up and started coughing up blood.
Naga was a puppet. Her body was a vehicle, and her brain was the core of her body. So Isabella didn't really kill Naga by cutting off her head.
"Master, I failed." Naga's low voice reached Shadow's ears.
Shadow didn't dare to look at Naga because he was the one who caused her condition. He didn't know whether it was out of impulse or out of desperation, but he chose Angor at the most critical moment.
Now, Naga woke up and was talking to him. Shadow had no choice but to look at Naga.
He knew how terrible Naga's condition was.
Her head wasn't the only thing left. One of Naga's eyeballs fell out, and half of her face was destroyed.
However, Shadow didn't feel scared at all. Instead, he felt even more guilty. "I … I'm sorry."
"It's my … ahem … responsibility."
"Diablo, I didn't expect you to learn from your mentor and talk about feelings with a marionette." Isabella sneered. "I'm not interested in watching the two of you lovey-dovey."
As she spoke, a blood-red ball appeared in Isabella's hand. She wrapped Naga's head inside and slowly solidified it.
Within the blood sphere, a golden-haired woman's eyes were wide open. She had a look of astonishment on her face as she said goodbye.
It looked like a piece of art made of wax.
However, it now had a blood-red outer shell.
"Look, what a beautiful expression." Isabella chuckled. "This is probably the most interesting thing I've collected recently."
"You!" Shadow witnessed this scene with hatred. He closed his eyes and suppressed his anger.
However, Shadow was still young. His experience had helped him become a mainstream wizard, but time hadn't smoothed out his stubbornness.
Being hot-blooded and impulsive had yet to become a byword of the past. Sometimes, it was difficult for reason to overcome emotion.
Shadow tried his best to suppress his anger. Tears of blood began to roll down his cheeks. In the end, he couldn't hold it in any longer and uttered in a hoarse voice, "Old … witch!"
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