Chapter 995 - The Pitiful Witches
Chapter 995 The Pitiful Witches
One had to admit that Greem’s perception of time appeared to have become different from an ordinary person’s since becoming an adept.
The last time he met Catherine, she had only been an ordinary trainee knight that he had spared. She had to use all her strength to be able to stand up straight before him.
Yet now, she had become an Iron Knight respected and admired by all!
It was this fact that caused Greem to realize that five years had passed in the blink of an eye.
For Greem, these five years had been nothing but a slightly drawn-out fight between him and the hunter adepts. However, for other people, five years was enough for them to experience the significant milestones of their lives.
Regardless of how quickly Catherine’s power could have grown, she couldn’t possibly have sensed the fire rune that Greem had subtly inserted in her body.
Over the past five years, the fire rune had been transmitting countless bits of fragmented information back to Greem. However, he had ignored the information of his own accord. He had been busy fighting the hunter adepts. He couldn’t possibly have had the time to examine the developmental journey of a mere trainee knight.
She had been slashed by a Fourth Grade Holy Knight while she was escaping, destroying more than half of her chest. If it weren’t for the high-grade potions that she carried with her, she would have already died.
However, the past few years of constant hiding and running left her no time to search for suitable ingredients or potions to treat her wounds. Consequently, though Tess Xinnaya had survived the attack, she had also been left with severe side-effects. As she currently was, she could only fight at the level of an intermediate Second Grade.
If she unleashed power beyond the limit that this broken body could bear, the life system that was barely being maintained would collapse in an instant. Given their current lack of medications, it would spell her death.
As such, Tess Xinnaya’s heart became filled with sorrow and panic upon hearing this string of bad news.
She finally managed to take hold of her emotions after a long pause. She then opened her mouth to ask, “And Tower Master Italil?”
She might not be able to live up to her rank as a Third Grade now, but Witch Italil, who had been sent to reinforce them, was still a true Third Grade witch. Italil had met up with them while they were on the run.
However, they resented her failure to save them. The loss of the magical array repair materials was the main reason for the fall of the witch’s tower. As such, the stationed witches became dissatisfied with Witch Italil and refused to listen to her orders.
Upon hearing Witch Tess’ question, the other witches looked at each other. It seemed like none of them had any clue about the whereabouts of Witch Italil.
Only the white-haired witch hesitated for a moment before speaking, “Adept Italil seemed to have received a magical message yesterday. She only explained that she was going to meet a friend before leaving in a hurry. She did not relay her specific destination.”
The faces of the witches immediately turned.
“Ilya, have you gone senile? Italil couldn’t possibly have any friends here!” The one-armed witch said furiously, concern and worry written all over her face.
The white-haired witch was surprised for a moment but immediately understood the situation, “Are you are worried that she will betray us? That’s not possible, is it? She is a witch! Those natives will never let her go.”
“Hmph! Look at where we are now, and yet, you are still so childish. If she really intended to save us, she would never have left those crucial materials with that bitch Rena!”
The words of the one-armed witch instantly drew the agreement of the other witches. They couldn’t help but start cursing angrily.
“Lady Tess, we cannot hesitate any longer. Let us move now! Otherwise…”
Just as they were talking amongst themselves, the witches’ expressions changed as they all turned to look at the entrance of the cave.
The defensive arrays they had placed outside Witherwood Valley had been triggered by someone. Judging from how quickly the person had passed through the arrays, it could only be Witch Italil, who held the same authority over the arrays as the rest of them.
They might not be concerned if Italil was the only one returning. More importantly, the feedback from the arrays revealed that a stranger had followed Italil into Witherwood Valley.
A stranger? In this accursed plane where only pursuers and hostiles roamed the land, strangers only meant enemies and enemies meant fighting and sacrifice. How many sisters had they sacrificed in Henvic Plane over all these years?
All the witches couldn’t help but get nervous when they sensed a familiar life aura heading straight for the cave.
Who was it that Italil had brought with her? Was it a friend or a foe?