Chapter 678
“How long do you intend to hide before you move?”
Uzzah stopped Alice in the dark underground corridor and complained with dissatisfaction in her voice.
“That flying ship has already been repaired for a long time now, yet we are not taking the chance to move. Instead, we are hiding on this godforsaken island. How long are we supposed to hide?”
One could easily tell that the twenty days of idle activity upon the isolated island had left the Third Grade dark witch anxious and frustrated.
All the witches carried on their shoulders the mission of their clans and the hopes of their people when they came to this other world. It had been almost two months since the activation of the planar gate. That meant that this trip to Faen was already a third of the way over. Yet, the progress of their mission was still minimal.
The mission of abducting a small-scale tribe of elves was practically finished for Uzzah. All she needed to do from now on was to visit a few more scattered villages, and she would be done.
However, the other mission of robbing the pegasus magic springs was still shrouded in mystery. No clues or plans were yet in sight.
Before she came to Garan, Uzzah had intended to rely on the power of the Pale Witches to snatch the pegasus magic spring from the hands of the elves. However, when she arrived at Garan, she had been disappointed to find that the elves had complete control and dominance over Garan. They had put together an Anti-Evil Alliance formed purely of Fourth Grade fighters and god messengers that were keeping the Pale Witches utterly locked out of the continent.
The pursuit and slaughter in the woods were still ongoing.
Both sides were giving it their all, but the battle still seemed bloody and worrisome.
Squads of elves leaped through the dense trees of Fantasy Forest as if they were flying, weaving between the top of the ancient trees as agile as monkeys and apes. Several blade dancers with long sabers and naked upper bodies fully covered in elven combat tattoos ran beneath them, sprinting past the bushes below like flashes of lightning.
They were giving chase, and they were fighting.
The targets of their pursuit were those flocks of crimson bats flying and swerving between the trees at extreme speeds.
These bats were blood red, be it their bodies or their hair.
A single look at these creatures would fill people with a strange, sinister feeling of dread!
These odd bats were not creatures commonly found in Fantasy Forest. Every one of them seemed to have extreme intelligence, occasionally splitting up and escaping while also gathering together to retaliate. Every one of their movements and attacks was so surgical and trained that it was impressive.
The pursuing elves knew very well that these bats were not forest creatures or magical beasts. Instead, they were a sort of unique witch creation that had never before appeared in Faen Plane.
Indeed, they were not natural magical creatures, but magical creations produced by those evil witches through the use of their fearsome magic.
Their name was…vampire!
Each crimson bat was a vampire of its own.
They had two completely different forms, one being their current bat state that allowed them to easily fly, escape, and hide. The other was their human form.
Their human forms were so ordinary that most elves had trouble picking up on their abnormalities, at least until they revealed their bloody fangs and crimson eyes.
Much like ordinary humans, they did not have scaled skin and very rarely wore metal armor. That caused their physical defense to be extraordinarily low, so much so that they were incapable of defending against any physical or magical damage. Yet the strange and terrifying thing about them was their ability to regenerate through sucking blood.
It didn’t matter how severe the wound was. All sorts of injuries would heal completely in a matter of seconds as long as they could get a few mouthfuls of blood. Even those vampires that had been reduced to ashes would be able to revive in a surge of brilliant crimson light as long as there were vampires wildly ingesting blood nearby.
It was these two racial traits that allowed the weak vampires that lacked any ranged spells to be able to hold their own against the pursuing elven army. It was more than enough to illustrate the terror of vampires!
Even more horrifying was the fact that a group of Second Grades hid amidst these vampires.
These Second Grade vampires were like the rulers and controllers of the flock. They hid in the shadows, commanding the vampires to strike and retreat as they played a game of guerrilla warfare in the vast Fantasy Forest.
As an elven army sent out by Skywater City, these elves were not weaklings either.
Be it the melee warriors that were the blade dancers, or the long-ranged attackers that were the elven archers, the elves came in numbers of hundreds and thousands. There were plenty of specialized professions like druids, casters, and tamers within their ranks as well.
With all these advantages on their side, the elven army kept a close pursuit on these accidentally exposed vampires, playing a game of cat and mouse in the boundless and complicated Fantasy Forest.