Enoch was very good at illusions. Logically, it should have been easy for him to escape, but for some reason, every time he was about to get away, he would be discovered by the members of the Northern Wind Divine Cult.
Now, his magic power was completely depleted. Alone and without any assistance, he was soon cornered by numerous Northern Wind Knights and black - clad stewards in a corner.
Without his illusions, he didn't even have the ability to defeat the black - clad stewards, who were also first - rank professionals. Even a newly - enlisted Northern Wind Knight could easily overpower his small frame with sheer muscle strength.
However, surrounded by the members of the Northern Wind Divine Cult, Enoch showed a proud expression.
Although he was about to face death, among the countless wild witches on the Ceylon Continent, how many could kill a first - rank priest?
He, Enoch, had killed a black - clad steward. In the future, more wild witches might have the ability to kill first - rank priests. By then, would wild witches still be hunted down as they were now?
Perhaps in a thousand years or more, the history books would write about Enoch Harley, the great pioneer who rebelled against the tyranny of the gods!
This was enough to make Enoch proud.
"Which demon's wizard are you? There aren't many demons good at illusions. Is it the mirage demon, the illusion demon, or the dream demon?" A gentle and curious male voice came.
The members of the Northern Wind Divine Cult surrounding Enoch made way, and a man in his thirties, wearing a white steward's uniform, strolled over. "Who said we were going to catch a wild witch? Are you all blind? What kind of wild witch can achieve this?"
"I'm not a wizard," Enoch glared at the man. He would never be a wizard who sold his soul. Even if he had to die, he would die as a wild witch.
"Come to think of it, there's no annoying magical energy aura of a wizard on you. Could you really be a wild witch?" The man stared at Enoch with shining eyes, as if he had seen something amazing.
"So what if I am? Can't your grandpa here be a wild witch?" Enoch was furious. This guy spoke in such a sarcastic way. He was really a jerk.
"Really a wild witch? Hahaha, a wild witch who can kill a first - rank steward is a rare thing. Let me introduce myself. I'm Reeves, the white - clad steward of the Northern Wind God." The man burst into laughter. A wild witch who could kill a black - clad steward was a rare sight. Maybe it was as precious as a divine magician above the eighth rank?
"Arrest him and let the high priest have a look at this rarity. Then send him to the central square and burn him tomorrow."
Even though Enoch was a rare wild witch species, Reeves had no intention of sparing his life. A wild witch, no matter how powerful, was still a low - born!
And low - borns,
had no value in living in the world!
Two Northern Wind Knights stepped forward, grabbed Enoch, and were about to tie him up with thick chains. Then they would escort him to prison and let this despicable guy spend his last night alive.
Just as they were about to tie him up, suddenly, water vapor rose and a thick fog appeared out of nowhere, covering the space in this corner.
This was the second - ring magic, Water Mist Technique.
Reeves snorted coldly. Did someone want to snatch the person from his hands?
He activated his divine power, and a howling gale blew from his body. In just a few moments, it dispersed the pitch - black fog.
He looked at the place where Enoch had been. The two knights who had gone to tie up Enoch were lying on the ground, rolling their eyes and foaming at the mouth, with their legs twitching occasionally.
Seeing that the prey was about to escape, Reeves was not panicked.
He spread his hands, and a green cyclone rose from his feet, forming an updraft. Then he actually flew up!
This was one of the blessings of the Northern Wind God, the third - ring wind - type divine magic, Wings of the Northern Wind!
Reeves was carried by the gale and floated in the air, looking out from a high position.
The higher he flew, the farther he could see.
He looked around, and in just a short while, he found his target. A man in a black robe was running away with Enoch!
Reeves let out an angry snort, leaned forward, and chased in the direction they were escaping.
Horn had been using all his mental power to sense the surrounding movements. The moment Reeves flew towards them, Horn suddenly stopped.
Enoch looked at Horn in confusion, and Horn just waved his hand, telling Enoch to leave first.
He took out a brand - new walnut wood staff, murmured a few words, and a burning fireball the size of a human head condensed at the tip of the staff.
This was the third - ring fire - type magic, Fireball Technique!
Horn flicked his hand, and the fireball howled towards Reeves in the air. Without even touching it, Reeves knew that the energy contained in this fireball was very dangerous and he couldn't take it head - on!
However, as the white - clad steward of the Northern Wind God, in an emergency, he controlled the gale to change his direction and avoided Horn's fireball.
After throwing the first fireball, Horn changed his staff and continued to chant. In a short breath, another fireball flew towards Reeves. But this time, in front of the prepared Reeves, it didn't even have the qualification to make him a little embarrassed. Reeves easily dodged Horn's Fireball Technique.
Surrounded by the cyclone, Reeves was very fast. The time he spent in the air was only enough for Horn to cast two Fireball Techniques. Before Horn could finish chanting his third spell, Reeves was already close to him.
Reeves put his hand on Horn's shoulder, and a divine power light flashed on his body. A powerful wind pressure suddenly appeared, suppressing Horn so that he couldn't even move his fingers.
According to Reeves' experience, in this state of being unable to move, an ordinary wizard couldn't cast spells.
He reached out and pushed aside the hood of Horn's robe, wanting to see Horn's true face, but under the robe was only a terrifying face!
It was a face wrapped in strips of cloth of various colors and materials!
Reeves was greatly shocked! What kind of vicious curse could turn a person's face like this!
Well, it was very dark and the visibility was poor. Horn, with his face wrapped in all kinds of ragged cloth strips, did look a bit scary.
Moreover, no one would have thought that a third - rank wizard would wrap his face in rags. Reeves thought it was some kind of vicious curse!
...
The tallest building in the Black Street was the residence of a gang. At this moment, on the rooftop of this building, a figure in a gray wizard's robe was sitting on the edge of the building, looking in the direction of the battle.
Behind him, a dozen corpses of gang members were lying in a mess on the rooftop.
The faint chewing sound was very harsh in the quiet night, but apart from the gray - robed man and these corpses, there were no other living beings.
Because the chewing sound,
was coming from inside the corpses!
He found it very interesting. He hadn't seen such an interesting thing for a long time. The power of that wild witch boy's illusions was unexpectedly strong. He had the intention of capturing the boy for research, but then he thought he might as well see what this boy could achieve.
So when the boy was about to escape, he subtly tipped off those stupid black - clad stewards.
That was why Enoch couldn't escape!
And now, a wizard who mastered both thunder and fire elements had intervened. He couldn't just stand by and watch anymore. What if this little guy was snatched away by other wizards?
He was still a rather precious sacrifice.
The gray - robed man stood up and found that a figure in a black robe was standing behind him!
"The spells of that black - robed kid are quite good, right? He's my disciple, a very motivated young man."
The shadow said so.
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