Warlock Apprentice

Angor felt as if his limbs were made of stone. Every bone on him appeared to be bound by hard strings, so he could hardly move at all, let alone walking like normal.

When he tried to move his neck earlier, his head snapped back to an insane extent and almost exposing his face to the public.

Now, Angor kept his head lowered and tried to limp down the stage slowly.

Toby slowly landed on his shoulder and looked at Angor anxiously.

When Toby just reached Angor shoulder, Angor suddenly fell down on one knee, panting heavily.

Toby was not heavy. As usual, the bird put no pressure to Angor at all. At this moment though, Angor was trying his best to keep himself together. Any extra bit of burden meant the last straw.

Angor’s sudden reaction startled both Toby and the angry audience.

Melantha frowned. “Mister Baroque, we must obey the regulations of the tower and protect the participants. Maybe Angor is… I mean, we should still obey the rules.”

Melantha omitted Angor’s information because there were workers around.

Baroque chuckled. “Rules? I know them. They prevent a fighter from being pursued by his opponent after a match. But it only restricts fighters, not the spectators, so we’re not really breaking the rules.”

“But still…” Melantha glanced at the worker nearby and sent a message to Baroque using a spell. “You know Angor’s current condition. He’s not going to repel all the mobs.”

“He got that monster bird. Some scratches on the flesh, at best,” Baroque replied.

“But…”

“Stop it. Killing Bouy doesn’t mean I have anything personal against him. I ask you to end the match just because I want to see if Sunders would show up here,” Baroque spoke.

Sunders’ reaction to this matter would help them determine Angor’s value in the gentleman’s eyes and to what extent they could interfere with the boy in the future.

Melantha thought it over and spoke to the worker, “Announce the result.”

…

Those around the stage already lost their sanity. Rather than getting revenge for Parasite Queen, they only wanted to vent out their discontent on Baron Milk.

“When the array gets lifted, let’s go together and deal with Baron Milk once and for all!”

“How dare he hurt my queen! I’ll tear him apart!”

“Kill him! Kill him!!”

Either intentionally or not, the atmosphere grew more intense by the second under the leadership of someone.

Such an emotion implanted an idea inside the minds of the weak apprentices which was that as long as they worked together, they could get rid of an elite fighter in the Three Levels of Death.

As the air around the arena grew more and more “flammable”, the screen suddenly showed something:

[Winner: Baron Milk!]

The magic array protecting the stage slowly vanished.

“It’s gone! Let’s go, people! Let’s fight for Parasite Queen! Kill Baron Milk, now!”

Someone took the lead, and he was followed by a human wave.

Angor already sensed the approaching danger, but he could not move a finger now. The green pollens inside his body all went crazy when they lost their commander. They triggered continuous agony inside Angor like a giant tornado on the sea which brought raging torrents into the air. The great pain only grew stronger and stronger, nullifying Angor’s attempt to move and think clearly.

Toby realized what those people around them wanted to do.

As the crowds rushed onto the stage, the bird began to repel them without hesitating.

Toby kept kicking people away, but there were too many people to deal with, and they came rushing from all directions. Without Angor’s order, Toby did not dare to slaughter people at its free will, so it could not attack the intruders fast enough.

A frenzied apprentice managed to sneak toward beside Angor. He aimed a foot at Angor’s head and stomped.