Chapter 1015 - Fabres Defeated
Chapter 1015 Fabres Defeated
In all his time as a Fourth Grade, Declan had honestly never found himself in such a situation where his stamina had been nearly exhausted by the enemy.
He was a body-refining adept, after all!
His trained body of flesh and bone had already been refined into a formidable existence comparable to magical equipment.
Incredibly powerful physical defense and unimaginable regenerative powers made Declan one of the most challenging body-refining adepts in Zhentarim to deal with. How could his stamina be exhausted? Such a suggestion was usually no more than a joke.
However, such a ridiculous thing had happened today!
After finishing all the healing potions he owned, using up all the spells in the healing wands, and exhausting all the magic energy in his body, Declan was finally worn out.
However, the Third Grade fire adept and the Fourth Grade golem dragon he piloted were both still as vigorous as ever. It almost seemed like there was an unending supply of magic energy supporting them in combat.
“If my estimation is not wrong, that fire adept known as Greem has over a forty percent chance to advance to Fourth Grade. A person like this…we should try and recruit and get on our side!” Elder Mirva thought for a moment before replying.
“But Matthew and Alfred…” Freed couldn’t help but brood.
“Hmph! Their opinions mean nothing! I heard that the Crimson Clan’s development in the Northern Lands has not been going well. Even though they have made allies out of the Fate Witches, they are not welcome by the other witch branches. They also broke out into a war with the Coldwinter Witches not long ago; it’s said that the Coldwinter Witches were the ones who lost. It’s truly unbelievable!”
“Oh, there was such a thing?” As the Chairman of the Zhentarim Association, Freed controlled the adept forces in the entirety of the continent’s Central Region. The daily tasks he had to manage had taken up most of his time. Naturally, he could not pay any extra attention to the conflicts between the witch branches of the Northern Lands.
That said, since this matter concerned the Crimson Clan, he had no choice but to find out more.
“Send some people to perform an in-depth investigation of the relation between Greem and the Fate Witches. If he isn’t a spy planted by the Northern Lands in the Central Region, we can consider recruiting him into the Association. Cough. It’s been over two hundred years since we had a new face in the Zhentarim Association, hasn’t it? It’s about time for us to inject some fresh blood into the system.”
As the two higher-ups of the Zhentarim Association left the room, the place once again returned to ghostly silence.
How could the adepts and apprentices of the Fabres Clan possibly know that their fates had already been decided by several Fourth Grade adepts tens of thousands of kilometers away, in a matter of a few sentences?
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When Adept Declan’s stamina reached an incredibly dangerous level, he finally abandoned all his dignity and glory as a Fourth Grade adept. He turned to flee.
The tens of thousands of adepts, apprentices, warriors, and soldiers who witnessed this scene were stunned.
By the time they realized something was wrong, the overjoyed Crimson adepts were already charging over at the lead of their magical machine army.
The same two armies, the same vicious warriors, but when the position of attacker and defender switched about, their mentalities changed entirely.
The Fabres Clan were the ones on the offense earlier, while the Crimson Clan had been on the defense. Now the Crimson Clan were the ones on offense, and the Fabres Caln were the ones on defense!
When the gigantic golem dragon stormed forward with an army of magical machines in tow, the adepts of the Fabres Clan had yet to break free from their utter shock and horror. By the time they understood the situation, a torrent of magic energy fireballs and the energy beams of the golem dragon had already fallen on their position.
Adepts and apprentices alike were blown to bloody bits in the earthshaking tide of magic energy. Pieces of flesh and bone splattered everywhere.
The adept force that had lost their will to resist weakly retaliated with two volleys of attacks before quickly abandoning the formation and fleeing into the distance. The subordinate armies and the worldly soldiers were all left behind to intercept the pursuers from the Crimson Clan.
Thus, a chaotic melee broke out as one party chased after the other, spreading the flames of war to further and further territories.
At the same time, news of the Fabres Clan’s defeat spread in every direction like a plague.