Chapter 801 - Skirmish in the Camp
Chapter 801 Skirmish in the Camp
There was a small camping spot near the trading road.
The trees and bushes in a three hundred meter area had been cleared away, while a small river flowed nearby. It was the best place for travelers and merchants to camp.
The place was filled with people even though the sun had only just set.
The larger merchant groups took up a corner of the camp, using their heavy carriages and carts to mark out an area as their own. Traveling merchants would often gather to light a campfire and enjoy dinner together.
The fragrance of vegetable broth and the bubbling of cooking meat was enough to make the hungry travelers gulp and lick their lips.
Meanwhile, the women that came along would go to the nearby river and wash before dinner. It was a rare chance to let loose after an entire day sitting inside a carriage. Their laughs and giggles rang out from a distance like silver bells, causing some men to look in their direction.
The entire camp had a casual and relaxed atmosphere to it!
Elementium damage and wounds could be seen all over their bodies despite their leather armor and chainmail. Even a magical breath of cold air could freeze a warrior and kill him, let alone the frost blades and knives.
The swords and shields of the clan warriors were practically useless against the might of elementium magic.
Their only purpose on the battlefield was to attract the enemy’s attention and firepower, even becoming a human shield when necessary.
The battle only lasted a mere fifteen minutes before ending!
The victorious was naturally the more powerful Crimson pseudo-adept.
A one-sided slaughter was the most common sight when there were no opponents among the enemy who could match his power.
The apprentice-adepts had been sliced up by terrifying whirlwinds and lay in puddles of their own blood on the ground, hanging by a thread. Even the body-refining adept had been cut in half at the waist, spilling his guts all over the place.
Only the golden-haired man still kneeled upon the bloody battlefield, breathing heavily and with much difficulty. Fine cuts covered his body, hands, and face. Any slight movement would cause blood to trickle from his wounds.
He panted heavily and ignored the thin wounds on his faces, choosing instead to glare wickedly at the Crimson pseudo-adept who was treating himself to the side.
He couldn’t have defeated seven ferocious apprentices unharmed either.
His black robes had been burned all over the place, and a fist-sized wound was visible on the left side of his waist along with an acid wound on the right shoulder. Signs of elementium frost and lightning showed on the rest of his body.
This crimson pseudo-adept was a young man with a sinister and savage look on his face. He had taken out a bubbling purple-red potion and pulled out the cork. The man hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and pouring the medicine over the hole created by the acid arrow.
The wound sizzled as white smoke rose from the flesh. The young pseudo-adept let out a short cry as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
The intense pain finally subsided after he used some purification potion to clear out the rest of the acid in his wound. The pseudo-adept finally relaxed after using some ointments and healing potions to deal with the rest of his injuries.
Even as beaten up and exhausted as he was, the ferocity and terror that radiated from within him intimidated the people hiding and watching from a distance. This man might not be an adept yet, but his impressive power that allowed him to crush the enemy and decide their fates turned him into a conqueror that stood above all else.
He was like a kingly lion standing upon a cliff with immense satisfaction and pride that came from looking upon its land and subjects!
If one were to call the merchants and bodyguards in the camp livestock, then he was a magnificent wolf watching over them! Moreover, he was a bloodied lone wolf who was even more ferocious because of it!
No matter how severe his wounds, no livestock would dare come close as long as he was still standing!
After quickly treating his wounds and waiting for them to cease being an issue, the young Crimson pseudo-adept walked toward the battered enemy corpses and started a thorough search for a special item.
Unfortunately, even after a complete search that included sifting through the bloody scraps, he still didn’t find the objective of his mission.
The face of the pseudo-adept turned dark, and he set his sights on the last surviving advanced apprentice.
“Talk. Where did you place the storage ring you secretly snuck out with you? Hand it over and I can let you live. Or else…”
The pseudo-adept stepped forward and waved his hand. A green blade of wind gathered between his palms.
“Ptoo!” The golden-haired man knew he was destined for death and instead became exceedingly tight-lipped, “You scum of the Crimson Clan. I wouldn’t tell you anything, even if you killed me.”
Before he could finish, a flash of green light whizzed past the golden-haired man. The right arm he had been using to support himself was severed at the elbow, and blood soaked the ground below.
Aaaaaah!
The man’s screams sounded especially tragic and dismal in the dark night!