Chapter 21
Disheveled, dirty hair; pitch-black, crooked claws; extremely sharp fangs. All of these were typical features of a Ghost Nanny.
On land, their fighting ability was weaker than that of Ghouls, but when they were in muddy swamp water, their combat strength doubled, and they were able to fight on par with those Giant Alligators. Also, within certain, larger Ghost Nanny populations, which had survived for a long time, there might even be a leader, who had mastered the certain Elementium abilities. These unique Ghost Nannies actually had an advanced intelligent that was on par with that of Apprentice Adepts.
Put it this way: If human Adepts were willing to give these Ghost Nanny Leaders leeway, it was possible for them to give birth to a couple of Ghost Nanny Adepts.
Too bad for them, this was an Adept world where human Adepts had seized the dominating position. Thus, the evolution and development of all other species had been stamped down into nothingness. So, no matter how clever or how wise a Ghost Nanny Leader became, when faced with an Adept who held the superior position, they were just a precious experimental target or a source of materials that could be recklessly slaughtered.
Today, the peace of this Ghost Nanny’s habitat had broken by two outsiders.
A young man and a girl had intruded on the swampy area, one after the other one.
The young man who came first was obviously an Apprentice Adept of the Adept Tower. Ignoring his striking Apprentice cloak, he also carried with him the distinct magical ripple of the talisman, which could only be owned by Apprentices of the Tower. However, this foul minion of the Adepts was really an unlucky guy, as he was being chased by someone today. With his weight being reduced by Wind Elementium, he stumbled his way through the muddy water, yelling out something recklessly while running for his life.
“Sinbad! … You pitiful creature who only dares to hide in the mud… come out here quickly… Sinbad… you’re a pathetic slug… a squishy monster…”
Her fair, delicate palm gently clenched, crushing the lifeless and rotten heart. As old black blood dripped from her hand, she stared at the Ghost Nanny Leader with indifferent, cruel looking eyes, and then spoke softly with a threatening tone of voice.
“Give me that Apprentice Adept, or else…” Alice paused, then continued, saying, “Next time, it will be your brain that gets crushed!”