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From the outside, the large hole in his abdomen revealed the pale spine inside, yet he had not died due to some life-saving magic.
However, after about thirty years, this severe injury had not healed, indicating the level of danger he faced during his escape.
"Now he can't even detect my hidden aura's Spell. It seems that not only his body has been harmed, but his mental strength has also suffered a similar blow."
Even so, Freya had no intention of underestimating him.
Taking a light breath, she pulled out a white mask from her waist and put it on her face. Then she took out a transparent Test Tube and applied the liquid inside onto the blade of her Cross Sword.
After completing these actions, she cast a deep glance at Belster, who still hadn't noticed her movements. Her body paused slightly before she vanished from sight.
The white figure appeared directly behind him, followed by a flash of silver.
With a soft sound, the Cross Sword easily pierced through Belster's chest, and a hissing noise emanated from the wound on the blade.
"Eh?"
This unexpected ease made Freya frown slightly.
Although the damage from the two-layered runes was enough to break through an ordinary wizard's defenses, she hadn't expected it to be this simple.
With a swift motion, she pulled out the Cross Sword and watched as the body slowly fell. Just as Freya was considering examining it further, a faint wisp of smoke carrying an extremely dangerous aura came crashing toward her from the side.
Staring at the rabbit as it swallowed all its fur into its stomach, Freya nodded in satisfaction.
She reached out and traced a serpent-shaped rune in the air, softly murmuring an unknown incantation.
A faint blue light gradually illuminated the rune as she chanted, and when the serpent-shaped symbol fully solidified in the air, Freya grasped it with her hand and then pressed it against the rabbit's abdomen.
A hissing sound emerged.
The smell of burning flesh, as if a hot iron had been pressed against skin, immediately wafted from the rabbit's belly, and a wisp of black smoke began to rise.
After a long moment, Freya slowly released her hand from where it was pressed.
At this point, the serpent-shaped rune appeared to be branded onto the rabbit's abdomen, glowing with a faint blue light.
The ordinary rabbit, which had been struggling fiercely, gradually quieted down as the rune settled on its belly, seemingly falling into a faint.
Seeing the now calm rabbit, Freya directly tied it with a rope and concealed it under her white robe at her waist.
After completing these tasks, she continued on her journey.
The Relte Ruins were not very far from Freya's current location.
If she were to ride a horse, it would take about an hour and a half; however, at Freya's pace and conserving her energy, she estimated that she could reach it in about two hours.
On the way, she handled matters at hand while walking.
Two hours later.
In the green forest, a faint glimpse of a white wall and a Watchtower could be seen, with several warriors clad in brown Leather Armor gathering around a fire in the clearing beneath the Watchtower, cooking some creature.
A light scent of meat mixed with the aroma of alcohol wafted from that direction.
On the twisted black-yellow path, in the shadows of the trees, a figure quietly approached.
The figure appeared to be not very tall, estimated to be around one meter seventy, dressed in a loose Robe that concealed their shape. However, their sudden appearance was quite eerie, as they made no sound and moved at a steady pace.
The unexpected figure immediately alerted those who were roasting food, prompting them to quickly grab their weapons in preparation.
One warrior, seemingly the leader, slowly drew an arrow and nocked it on his Longbow, coldly shouting towards the figure.
"Friend, this is the territory of Blackwing Wind. If you have no business here, please take another route. Otherwise, we have the right to consider your actions as an intrusion!"
His voice was loud. However, the figure showed no intention of responding.
Just as the leader was about to shoot an arrow as a warning, the figure stepped out from the shadows of the forest.
It was a striking Blonde Woman dressed in a White Robe. She appeared to be about one meter seventy tall and no older than twenty years. The wide Robe concealed her body, making it impossible to discern what weapons she might be carrying inside.
When the others realized it was a lone woman, they gradually relaxed their grip on their weapons.
However, the leader remained vigilant and shouted again.
"Miss, please stop advancing. State your purpose!"
A young woman appearing alone in this forest would raise suspicions for anyone with a reasonable level of intelligence.
It should be noted that although there are not many large beasts in this forest, its unique geographical environment is not something an ordinary woman can overcome. Therefore, he was certain that this woman was definitely not ordinary.
As Freya approached slowly, she still did not respond but instead looked calmly at the young man gripping the Longbow tightly. Her deep blue eyes began to grow even more profound.
With a soft sound, an invisible wave rapidly spread out from her center.
The vigilant captain suddenly felt a moment of dizziness, and the Longbow in his hand slipped as if he had entered a half-dreaming state. A gentle voice echoed in his ear.
"Look into my eyes, young man, and tell me, where is Belster now?"
The voice was soft and pleasant, causing him to unconsciously reply.
"The captain is investigating the ruins."
"The ruins?" Freya nodded, indicating her understanding.
She glanced at several ordinary people who had become dazed and confused due to mental contamination and lightly waved her hand.
"You all should get some good sleep."
As if receiving an order, they all collapsed simultaneously, and soon loud snoring could be heard.
Listening to their snores, Freya frowned slightly as she took out a map and lightly complained.
"This is really troublesome. If it weren't for the mental traces of the tracking array becoming faint, I wouldn't have to resort to such a cliché method."
After confirming her direction, she paused for a moment before moving forward again, this time toward the red cross marked on the map.
Half an hour later.
After passing through a vast forest, a low and oddly shaped hillside came into view for Freya.
From a distance, some traces of artificial structures could be faintly seen on the hillside, and a subtle energy aura emanated from there.
At the base of this peculiar low hill stood a square stone door, flanked by two tall and muscular men.
Freya, standing at a distance, observed the two men. Their eyes were devoid of emotion, their expressions blank, resembling puppets.
"Have they grown so lazy that even the puppets can't muster a micro-expression in an area far from ordinary people?"
After scanning the stone door and finding no other defenses besides the two Flesh Puppets, Freya slowly drew her Cross Sword and lightly tapped her foot.
A circle of Azure Wind gradually climbed up her legs.
'Swish!'
In the next moment, Freya's figure appeared directly behind the two men, with black blood slowly dripping from the blade of her Cross Sword.
At that moment, a long thin line began to split open at the back of their necks.
With a thud, both men knelt down to the ground, faint Black Smoke quickly evaporating from their bodies.
Without even glancing at the fallen puppets, she touched the cold stone slab, pondered for a moment, then strode inside.
The passageway made of stone slabs was lined with torches flickering with firelight.
Freya walked lightly down the corridor, her footsteps barely making a sound.
This ruin had been investigated by Freya before; it seemed to be a stronghold left behind by a Medium Wizard Organization over five hundred years ago. After its abandonment, it had been thoroughly looted by members of other Wizarding Organizations.
In the following two hundred years, the originally intact buildings were reduced to ruins due to an earthquake, and the mechanisms and runes inside were severely damaged.
However, despite the destruction of the buildings, the chosen location still had a high concentration of Energy Particles. Some special plants and creatures had naturally thrived in this environment.
The corridor was long, and as Freya walked, she noticed several common Magical Plants. Given the environment, their quality was not too bad.
Her gaze calmly fixed on the distance of the corridor, the flickering light and shadows from the torches on either side made her face appear somber.
After about ten minutes of walking and passing several forks in the path, Freya arrived at a vast space.
The flames on either side of the corridor finally came to an end.
This space seemed to be a well-preserved hall of the building. A rich energy aura emanated from within, and through the light from inside, Freya could vaguely see many plants.
Among these plants sat a familiar slender figure with closed eyes, meditating.
It was Belster, wearing only Golden Soft Armor after removing his outer coat.
At that moment, he looked quite different from when Freya saw him in the tavern. His long brown hair fell over his shoulders, but his handsome features appeared unusually distorted here, loose and sagging as if he had detached from his physical form.
A large black hole was present in his abdomen, emitting a faint stench.
Standing still, Freya looked at this half-revealed Necromancer with a sense of inexplicable intrigue.
"Bang!!!"
The barrier of Azure only flickered for a moment, and then Freya was sent flying.
It was as if she had been struck by a speeding car, and with a loud thud, Freya was embedded in the wall on one side, slowly sliding down after a while.
Circles of Azure Wind spun continuously around her, while Freya clutched her shoulder, looking at the figure across from her with a complex expression.
A bare-chested Bald Man had appeared there at some point, now staring at Freya with intense killing intent.
"Young witch, who are you?" His deep and hoarse voice was chillingly cold.
Without answering, Freya slightly tilted her head to glance at Belster behind him, a Pitch-Black Shadow connecting the two.
It was as if this bald man in front of her was Belster's shadow. (To be continued)
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