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Chapter 146

Chapter 146: Hunted



Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Normally, when a mage’s life was threatened, the mage would release as much magic as possible to save themselves . The fact that Christian could keep calm must have had something to do with his past and his practices . Unfortunately, Anfey had missed Christian’s performance . For him, having Christian next to him in battle was something comfortable, but that was about it .

One of the werewolves couldn't wait any longer . His body crouched down, his powerful legs kicked on the ground and his body shot into the air . The air around his wide open mouth rippled and a transparent wave of energy shot towards Christian . It was a form of attack called sound wave attack that was unique to the werewolves .

The magic shield around Christian quivered and returned to normal . The two sides were far apart in the first place: the carriage’s speed combined with the werewolf’s dives and jump increased the distance even more . The sound wave had to cross seventy feet to reach Christian, and its power had been greatly reduced . It therefore could not penetrate the shield .

Christian wasn’t about to let the werewolf go unscathed . He waved his hand and summoned a big fireball that hit the werewolf in the head . The fireball exploded and obscured the werewolf’s vision . Then a flash lightening struck the werewolf’s mouth like a snake .

After werewolves mutate, their physical abilities would increase significantly . However, they still had some obvious flaws, like their noses, eyes, and ears . Tongues and throats were even more vulnerable . The werewolf growled and fell from the sky .

"Don’t rush! They can’t get away," Barak called .

It was true . The carriages had already turned onto a winding dirty road, and the werewolves found a shortcut through the piles of rocks and boulders . Not only couldn’t the carriages find a shortcut, the dwarves and gnomes all joined the fight as well . The shorter races ran down the hills, chanting war cries . There were a lot of female dwarves and gnomes present . The dwarves and gnomes both lacked fighting powers, and had to mobilize their entire population to ensure their victory . Facing the humans, Barak’s orders were meant for all three races .

A few werewolves jumped across the stones and were less than twenty feet from the carriages . The two in front jumped up and lunged at Christian . For the werewolves, the people in the carriages weren’t enough to post a threat . They needed to take care of the magister first .

Christian didn’t want to fight . He floated away from the carriage . A transparent arrow shot through the air and hit one of the werewolves in the abdomen . Then the arrow exited the werewolf’s body with a boom .

Blinding white combat power shattered the carriage’s ceiling . One of the werewolves had just landed there, and was instantly ripped apart by the white light . A figure jumped out of the carriage and kicked the body of the werewolf .

A senior swordsmaster? Barak and the other werewolves froze . Nearby, Riska was already floating in the air .

"What a waste," he mumbled . Then he shook the magic scroll in his hand . A powerful magical surge ripped through the air, and the world suddenly became very hot . Lava pools appeared on hills and all the grass and bushes were charred in an instant . Flaming bits of plants floated through the air . Hundreds of dwarves and gnomes were charred as well .

The surviving creatures shrieked . Their ranks were broken, and the creatures dashed left and right, trying to escape . Some dwarves and gnomes were pushed into the lava pools by their panicking friends, then those creatures were in turn pushed to the ground .

The lava pools were flowing down the hills . Ground touched by lava was almost as hot as lava itself . It burned the feet of the escaping dwarves and gnomes . With the lava still behind them, the remaining dwarves and gnomes shrieked and cried .



The mages floated into the air . They did not stop, instead they quickly flew over the hill behind Blavi towards Moramatch . Their job was to prevent any enemies from escaping .

The carriages turned and dashed toward another hill . Lava was mindless and could not distinguish between friend and foe . Before the magic wears off, the lava would hurt them as much as it would hurt their enemies .

Anfey climbed out of the carriage, his bow already pulled to the fullest . He glanced at Barak and let the arrow fly .


Barak jumped aside . He realized that the arrow could not harm him, and all it did was brush past him . His fear was unnecessary . Before he could say anything, however, he heard a cry of agony . He looked over and found one of his men fallen to the ground, clutching his chest .

It was all a trap! Barak understood now . The cries of agony from the gnomes and the dwarves distracted him . Barak sighed to calm himself down . Then he asked with a raspy voice, "Why?" These people had made their minds up about killing them from the beginning . He couldn’t imagine how he had wronged them .

"That should be my question," Anfey replied . "I didn’t do anything . You are the ones that are chasing after us . What do you want from us?"

Barak couldn’t find a reply . He turned and looked at his men . It didn’t matter what their morals or ways of life were, but one thing about them was respectable . They were willing to sacrifice themselves .

An emotion that could not be put into words spread among the werewolves . Barak growled loudly and lunged towards Anfey . Before he could reach Anfey, Suzanna appeared in front of him and slashed at him with her sword .



Even a mutated werewolf was no match for a swordsmaster’s blade . Barak had to move away to avoid the sword . He tried to grab Suzanna with his claws, but Suzanna was not slow . She did not jump back . Instead she took a step forward and rendered Barak’s attack meaningless . Her sword thrust out and struck his arm .

The rest of the werewolves all joined the fight . However, only two came to Barak’s aid . The rest all lunged at Anfey .

Anfey understood what the werewolves were planning the moment they jumped at him . He wasn’t planning on seeking help from Christian and his other companions . Countless small fireballs appeared around him . The werewolves thought he was releasing the pointless fireballs again, and did not try to avoid the fireballs . As they were closing in, a large fire sword and a shield appeared in Anfey’s hand, and he dashed forward in a strange pattern .

Anfey’s change was too sudden: The werewolves did not expect he would be so fast and unpredictable .

Anfey’s body began spinning . The fire shield hit one of the werewolves on the head . He took a few steps back to avoid the attack from two other werewolves, then he dashed forward again and caught up to one of the werewolves who could not retreat in time . His longsword struck out and slashed at the werewolf . He wasn’t sure how much damage he had done, but he knew he had at least severed the werewolf’s tail . The werewolf yelped in pain and fell to the ground .

Since he was under attack, Anfey could not stop to examine the werewolf’s wounds . His body ducked and he jumped forward to avoid the claws . Then he blocked a kick from one of the werewolves, which required real skill . He attacked his opponent’s knee, and the leg’s shape changed . He didn’t know whether he had broken the leg or dislocated the knee . Either way, the werewolf fell to the ground and could not fight anymore .

Anfey dashed forward and reached Suzanna . They stood with their backs to each other . Barak was injured with a deep wound on his waist and blood was gushing from it . If he had been any slower, he would have been cut in half by now . Senior swordsmasters weren’t people werewolves could take on, or else he wouldn’t have chosen to fight the Band of Brother mercenaries with gorilla tactics . In this world, one powerful person was all that was needed change the battle .

"Anfey, you alright?" Suzanna asked quietly .

"Of course," Anfey said . He glanced at the werewolves . "If we combine our swords, we are unstoppable . A few beasts cannot touch us . "

"Combining our sword? What?" Suzanna asked . They were already surrounded, but she wanted to figure out what Anfey was trying to say .

"I'm saying as long as you are with me, I am not afraid of anything . " Anfey sighed . The worst jokes were the ones people could not understand .

Suzanna smiled sweetly, which made the other werewolves even more angry .

"Interesting . You're usually cold as ice when you use combat power . "

"You know why? That’s because you saved me . "

"I saved you? How?" Anfey asked curiously . It was his turn to be confused .

The werewolves couldn’t wait any longer . They growled, hissed, and lunged at the two of them . Their attack shattered Anfey’s curiosity .



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