Warlock Apprentice

Angor and Keely spent several days covering a great distance of several dozen kilometers, after which they finally saw their Meraid’s Swords changing direction just a little. After a careful calculation, they believed that they were still halfway toward their final destination.

Apart from monsters, they fought off several groups of apprentices who came after their swords. Even though four out of five teams were led by elites, they still weren’t good enough to defeat Angor and Keely, especially when they worked together.

Almost no one could resist Angor’s nightmare illusions.

In other situations, Angor needed time to prepare his illusions. But since Keely was with him, he just had to unleash his illusions right away while Keely kept the enemies in check using her Inferno embers.

Angor finally understood why people all wanted to find teams when going on explorations or quests. Decent teamwork between two people would do more than doubling their strength.

But he still believed that teams didn’t always mean good things.

Using spirit feelers, he saw Freud sitting on the Soul Floret while hugging his knees to his chest, thinking about something.

“Gaaaank! No!”

Keely frowned and canceled all the frostfire that was torturing Gank’s body.

“This is Shan, an apprentice from Brute Cavern, and my… Let’s just say that we met before,” Angor explained.

“That’s not enough reason for her to bring danger to us.”

“I know.” Angor sighed. Shan wasn’t really his friend. He saved her because the girl seemed to be on good terms with Nausica.

“So are you going to deal with whoever’s chasing her too?” Keely was getting impatient.

Angor was also thinking about this question. What he just did didn’t mean he would keep helping Shan with her own problems.

Shan returned with Gank with a worried look. “Angor, Nausica and Shiliew are in danger! You gotta help them!”

Shan knew she was asking too much but she had no choice right now.

Clearly, Shan didn’t know well about the friendship between Angor and Nausica.

“Where’s Nausica? What happened to her?”

“I don’t know. We got separated when escaping. But Shiliew can tell us! She left her blood on Nausica. That’s how she found us after entering the garden.”

“So where’s Shiliew?”

“Tulip Palace. Shiliew sent me and Nausica away. She was trapped there by two witches.”

Keely humphed while listening to their conversation. She already knew what Angor was going to do now.

Mortal kindness…

She wondered if she should go with him. She certainly didn’t want to, but her professor told her to…

Nah. He can manage on his own.

Angor was still unsure about the situation. “Details, Shan. Tell me what exactly happened.”

“It’s Jebra! Shiliew wounded Jebra, then he somehow hired a bunch of people to attack us—”

Keely rushed in front of Shan and grabbed her collar.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?!”