Chapter 1041 - Pursuit
Chapter 1041 Pursuit
The battle between Scarface Gallow and Medium Dante ended after thirteen whole days.
Naturally, the victor of the battle was the more dominant Scarface Gallow.
He instantly learned the results of the other battle from his companions upon teleporting back from Bluesea, still covered in smoke and grime. In all honesty, Gallow wasn’t at all surprised that Greem was the victor. However, the fact that Greem had taken only three days to take down Sanazar, who was second only to himself, was beyond his expectations.
Gallow hurried back to his room and quickly browsed through Greem’s battle while letting the clan’s healers treat his wounds. After watching the entire fight, he fell silent for a long, long time.
His power might be superior to Greem, but this much advantage still wasn’t enough to guarantee his victory. Thus, if he wanted to win the upcoming battle, his only choice was to……
According to the Association’s rules, the time allotted for the first battle was fifteen days.
As such, Gallow only had two days to rest, recuperate, and adjust his equipment. It was barely enough time for him to provide his battered body with a simple treatment.
By the time Gallow charged out of the dust pillar on the Nightmare, Greem and the wind dragon had already turned into an insignificant speck on the horizon.
All the muscles on Gallow’s face were already dead. Otherwise, one could probably see the veins pop beneath his skin as he gritted his teeth in anger.
Run? Where to?
A victor had to be decided between the two of them in this battle.
Did that guy think that he could obtain victory just by running away?
His heart filled with anger, Scarface Gallow had no option but to urge his Nightmare to pursue the enemy’s trail.
This pursuit took ten entire days!
During these ten days, Gallow practically chased after Greem without stop. The two of them met every five hundred kilometers during this time. Initially, Greem would always let Gallow get closer and wave at him. By the time Gallow’s full fury had been provoked, Greem decided to just flee on sight.
He would mount his dragon and run without any hesitation the moment Gallow’s aura appeared within sight. He wouldn’t even give him the chance to say anything.
The ten days of chasing had only stoked the flames of anger within Gallow’s heart. He stubbornly continued the pursuit for ten days and nights without letting the horse stop for a single moment. Only a Nightmare could withstand such torture and torment with its demonic Physique. Any other voodoo beast would have already collapsed.
Ten days later, Gallow finally caught up with Greem once again.
This time, Greem did not flee anymore. Instead, he had started a bonfire on a hill, the wind dragon crouched by his side. He was roasting a wild boar, smiling at Gallow as he approached.
Even though Gallow had fantasized about tearing Greem apart countless times over the past ten days, when Greem finally stopped running, he instead became suspicious and extremely cautious of everything.
An ordinary person would already be lying on the ground in exhaustion after ten ceaseless days of pursuit. However, this was barely a warm-up for Gallow, who had 34 points of Physique.
If Greem was doing this to wear down his stamina, then the plan was as good as worthless.
As someone with an undead’s body, Gallow had already forgotten the very idea of exhaustion!
That said, with how smart and cunning the legendary fire adept was, how could he possibly not know the nature of his body? If he did know, then what was the purpose of leading the both of them on this wild goose chase for ten days and nights?
Scarface Gallow slowly approached the bonfire with countless questions in mind.
Two and a half kilometers…two kilometers…one and a half kilometers.
Even when Gallow came within a kilometer of the camp, Greem still showed no signs of escaping on the wind dragon. Gallow couldn’t help but become even more confused and anxious.
A thousand meters was not a short distance, but it wasn’t large either. For a Third Grade adept like Gallow, crossing such a distance would take no more than ten seconds. Ten seconds wasn’t enough time for Greem to jump onto the wind dragon and escape Gallow’s attack range.
The Nightmare slowly closed in on Greem, the distance growing shorter and shorter.
When Gallow reached within five hundred meters of Greem, he was finally certain that Greem no longer intended to run!
Gallow slowly dismounted from the Nightmare, leaving it behind as he walked towards the camp.
The two adepts locked eyes. Blinding sparks flew into the air.
“Why aren’t you running now? Aren’t you really good at doing that? Run again, why don’t you?” The dead muscles on Gallow’s face squirmed in a strange fashion as he put on a vicious expression.
Greem, who was calmly sitting next to the fire, showed a smile of pity. In an indifferent tone, he said to Scarface Gallow, “The one who should be running today isn’t me, but you.”
Greem’s words had just left his mouth when the sound of ten thousand sprinting beasts came from behind the hill. A plague army swarmed forward like a black flood, charging straight at the lonesome Scarface Adept.