Chapter 209
Chapter 209 Intimidation
Countless shadows were running through the woods under the dark curtain of the night.
The witcher-knights, who were once the rulers of this plane, had now become frightened birds fleeing from a bloodthirsty hunter.
They took off their heavy armor, tossed aside their iron knee pads, and threw away their helmets. Some knights even let go of their runic bows, only keeping the single runic sword and slim shield with them.
They panicked like dogs without a home, running quickly through the night’s thick and enigmatic mist. Some knights tripped on thick tree roots, while others fell off cliffs of four or five meters.
Three radiant knights led the charge in front, while the other four led a group of spellbreaker knights to cover the rear. The army retreated as they fought, forcefully opening a path of blood and flesh through the forest, breaking through the heavily surrounded hill.
Initially, all the witcher-knights were still able to follow behind that radiant flame longsword. However, as the howls in the forest around them started to become more and more frequent, and closer and closer, everyone started to panic.
Some knights were completely exhausted, while others were heavily injured. Most of them were hanging on by sheer will. They leaned on and encouraged each other as they desperately ran along with the crowd. Of course, there were also some frightened witcher-knights that chose to leave the main force. In just a few seconds, they would disappear into the dark forest.
Behind him, countless clay golems and wind critters formed a strict blockade, allowing him to constantly monitor every change within two and a half kilometers around him.
Just as he was quickly sprinting through the forest, a wind critter on the outer rim suddenly sent an odd image back.
Greem thought for a moment before halting the Alligator Hunter’s advance. He took out his Fire Lord’s Scepter and waited silently.
Very soon, thunderous crackling rang out, and a man engulfed in tens of thousands of lightning arcs appeared in the skies above.
Blue armor and a refreshingly bald head, with numerous strange runes carved densely in his scalp. From the looks of it, he was a forty-year old middle-aged man.
Greem recognized him. He was a combat adept from their base who was skilled at manipulating lightning, nicknamed Thunderbird.
In all honesty, even though they were all from the same adepts’ base, most of them wore thick and heavy robes or veils, even hiding their faces with spells. Thus, this was the first time Greem had seen Thunderbird’s true face.
“You are Greem, aren’t you?” Thunderbird asked coldly, “Go to Spider Valley five kilometers away for a meeting. Boss Hyde invites you to work together to deal with that radiant knight. I’ve already brought the message to you. Whether you go or not is your business!”
Having finished speaking, Thunderbird did not even linger. With a flash of lightning, he disappeared from the spot.
Greem raised his head and looked at the lightning scorch marks that lingered in the night sky, somewhat stunned, “A meeting?”
Almost immediately it seemed as if he understood something, and coldly spat out, “Hmph! It seems there’s finally someone that can no longer stand the arrogance of the Second Grade knights! A meeting? It seems they are planning some kind of action! It wouldn’t hurt to check it out.”
Then the Alligator Hunter turned and sprinted towards the Spider Valley in the distance.
Spider Valley.
As its name implied, Spider Valley was a terrifying place that was home to many spiders!
The moment one entered this valley, one would see the dense white spider webs throughout the dim woods, along with terrifying spiders crawling about the branches.
Oddly enough, even though the species and colors of the spiders were extremely varied, the largest of the spiders here were only the size of a fist. One would not be able to see any of the Huntsmen Spiders or the Deinopidae, or Ghostface Spiders, that were typically as large as a calf.
Of course, Greem knew why this was the case.
That was because he was the one who personally swept through Spider Valley. Any large spiders that had even a little value had already been sent back to the adepts’ base by him. Thus, the Spider Valley was now not exactly true to its name!
The gathering spot was set not far from the entrance of the valley. When Greem hurried over, there were already four people silently waiting there.
Marionette, Acteon, Phantom and Boss Hyde.
Greem naturally already knew who Marionette and Acteon were. Most of his attention was on the other two.
In all honesty, this person was not a simple person at all. He was able to have an adept, who usually only respected knowledge and prowess, acknowledge and call him ‘Boss’!