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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter Three Hundred Eighty-Seven:
‘Boom!!’
The raging Storm Hand flattened the entire Pine Forest.
It was as if a fierce blizzard had appeared out of nowhere, with snowflakes splattering everywhere like stones.
The ground trembled slightly from the impact, and the snow accumulated at the top of the Pine trees suddenly fell down with a swish.
Freya, with a cold expression, casually tossed aside the wolf head in her hand and stood quietly.
This was her strongest strike at Third Peak, and she had no intention of holding back against the White Wolf, who had transformed into a werewolf.
As the dense blizzard dispersed, a deep and massive handprint appeared before Freya.
In the palm lay the White Wolf, who was sprawled on the ground in an extremely disheveled state.
His pure white fur was tattered, with some exposed areas splattered with blood that dripped onto the ground, staining it red.
With his paw deeply embedded in the snow, the White Wolf's Azure eyes stared intently at Freya's calm face.
In that brief moment, he could clearly sense that this witch truly intended to kill him completely.
That raw killing intent felt like a blade gently caressing his throat even now.
"You scoundrel."
His original Azure eyes subtly shifted to a light wine red, a strange aura slowly brewing within him.
"Die for me!!!"
Suddenly, his figure vanished from the spot.
A white Long Scar rushed towards Freya.
Behind Long Scar, a wave of white splashed up, resembling an infinitely extending cold long blade.
The fierce cold wind caused Freya's long hair to swirl behind her as she squinted her eyes.
"Is this the special trait of an ancient family? If that's all there is, then you might as well die!"
Bang!!!
Long Scar suddenly collided with Freya, exploding with a deafening roar.
A visible white air current rapidly spread out, and in the gloomy sky, a white wolf's head could be faintly seen letting out a silent howl towards the ground.
However, this phenomenon lasted only a minute before it seemed to be torn apart, dissipating into two fading fragments.
Amidst a raging snowstorm, Freya's long green hair danced wildly around her.
Her green eyes stared emotionlessly ahead.
In her hand, she held the severed head of the White Wolf, its body hanging limply on the ground, with only faint breaths indicating it was still alive.
The head of the White Wolf was covered in streaks of blood, revealing glimpses of its white skull inside.
Freya casually tossed it aside.
'Thud!'
The body of the White Wolf crashed heavily to the ground, face down.
'Hiss'
With a faint sound, Freya's green hair slowly transformed back to its original golden color, and her eyes returned to a deep blue.
Without even glancing at the motionless White Wolf on the ground, she slightly lifted her head, her gaze seemingly piercing through the depths of the Pine Forest and the gloomy sky, looking far into the distance.
After a pause, she turned and walked back to where she came from.
Not long after Freya left, a young man clad in white armor slowly approached the side of the White Wolf.
He had a stern expression, resembling the White Wolf to some extent, but one of his eyes was covered with a black cloth.
The man coldly stared in the direction Freya had left with his only visible eye.
After a long while, he bent down and lifted the body of the White Wolf onto his shoulder, then turned and disappeared into the Pine Forest.
...
Ten minutes later.
At the stop where two Silver Carriages were stalled, Freya's figure emerged from the Pine Forest.
Calmly, she jumped into the previous carriage.
The comfortable temperature inside eased her murderous intent slightly.
However, even without that faint aura from afar, it was unlikely she would directly kill the White Wolf.
After all, he was still considered a member of the Klyent Family, and killing him outright would greatly affect her future plans.
Moreover, that aura she sensed earlier was indeed somewhat strange.
"It feels somewhat like a Bloodline Sorceress, but much purer, though not as strong as Ancient Inheritance."
But even without the presence of Ancient Inheritance, Freya could still clearly sense the formidable aura of the wizard behind it.
Perhaps she could force him to use his first form.
"If I were to speculate based on levels, the owner of that aura might be a Dawn Level wizard."
In a moment of realization, Freya discovered that even in the face of a powerful Dawn Wizard, she felt no fear at all deep inside. It was as if it were completely ordinary.
"This feeling," she said, looking down at her fair hands, her eyes revealing a hint of understanding. "Have I really grown to this extent?"
Having condensed her first form until now, Freya had not yet fought with all her strength.
Aside from the slight threat posed by the special weapon developed in the Blood Eagle Territory, even the firstborn of the Seventh Abyss lord did not instill any sense of danger in her.
Unknowingly, Freya realized that she seemed to have reached an exceptionally high position.
Exhaling lightly, Freya gazed at the Light Band with a sense of emotion; at this level, she had already left most wizards behind.
However, even so, there was still a faint sense of crisis deep within her heart. It was an inexplicable feeling, seemingly connected to the King Cobra Legacy.
These ancient behemoths could be an external manifestation of the World Rule, inherently shrouded in mystery.
"Perhaps finding out the true circumstances of that war could help me Understand something," Freya mused with a slight frown.
The scattered memories left behind in the King Cobra, the deepest memories etched in the legacy.
The air tore open with black gashes, and a strange aura permeated the world, filled with countless massive purple-black creatures.
These fragments deeply unsettled Freya.
As she quietly contemplated all possibilities, several Barbarian Sorcerers dressed in animal skins emerged from the wooden cabin.
Each of these sorcerers bore shallow scars to varying degrees, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.
Shirley, clad in a black robe and wearing black silk gloves, slowly walked out of the cabin.
A faint black aura swirled around her, exuding a chilling coldness.
Two Cross Black Swallows flew rapidly above her head, resembling two black ribbons.
After a pause, Shirley turned and instructed the Barbarian Sorcerers a few times before heading straight toward the carriage.
However, just as she reached the carriage, she suddenly turned her head to look at the nearby Pine Forest, a hint of confusion washing over her.
"What is that scent? Has something fought nearby? A Snow Beast?"
The lingering energy in the air was mixed with a faint smell of blood, suggesting that whatever had happened was not far from here.
She thought for a moment and opened the car door.
"Wow—"
Lost in thought, Freya slightly raised her head and glanced at the dark red bloodstains left on Shirley.
"Are you done? Was it smooth?"
"Not bad." Shirley nodded lightly, glancing behind her. "Did you notice anyone fighting nearby while you were in the car?"
"Did I?" Freya feigned confusion as she looked outside. "I took a lap earlier and then stayed in the car thinking about some things; I didn't notice anything unusual."
"Is that so?" Hearing Freya's words, Shirley pondered for a moment before shaking her head. "Forget it, anyway, it's already taken care of. Even if there was a fight, it doesn't concern us much. Let's head to the family now."
"Okay."
Freya nodded, watching Shirley get into the car, then lightly closed her eyes to begin recovering the mental energy she had expended earlier.
After Shirley entered, the carriage slowly started moving in the predetermined direction.
For an organization like the Wizarding Organization, with her third-tier strength, dealing with those Barbarian Sorcerers would have been quite easy if not for external interference.
Moreover, the order in the City of Illusions is much worse than in Sky City. Such organizations can form or collapse at any moment without significantly affecting the stability of the City of Illusions.
The carriage sped along the black road, showing no intention of returning to the manor.
After merging onto a main road, it continued at a rapid pace.
The wheels and galloping hooves kicked up large clumps of snow and mud, splattering on both sides of the road.
As time passed, the dim sky began to snow again, with the frigid wind mixing with the heavy snowfall striking the carriage, creating a crackling sound.
It gradually darkened in the blizzard.
Two bright yellow lights illuminated the darkening road ahead of the carriage.
Sitting by the window, Freya noticed that the other Silver Carriage, which had been following them, had vanished; it seemed to have turned off in another direction not long ago.
The icy cold wind outside contrasted sharply with the warmth inside the carriage. In front of the carriage, two White Steeds ran tirelessly, as if they were unaware of fatigue.
Their white manes rippled like waves in the blowing snow and wind, and their strong bodies exhaled wisps of white steam.
With the help of the two lights extending from the carriage, Freya saw that this main road seemed to lead into a mountain range.
Surrounded by endless High Mountain Shadows, she could occasionally see a faint White Light Tower flickering at the mountain's peak, seemingly transmitting some kind of signal.
Freya glanced at Shirley, who was still meditating with her eyes closed. It seemed that this fellow had thought of something before taking action, which was why they were rushing so desperately.
Until the night was not spared.
Perhaps sensing Freya's gaze, Shirley's eyelids fluttered before slowly opening her eyes.
She glanced at the endless black shadows of the snow-capped mountains outside the car window and calmly said, "We are almost entering the Northern Snowfield now; we will reach the family soon."
"Mm." Freya nodded in understanding, then with a snap, she closed the car window and smiled.
"By the way, after such a long time, you haven't introduced your family to me. I have yet to encounter an ancient family, and I'm very curious about how it differs from an ordinary Wizard Organization."
"Huh? Isn't there an ancient family that has been passed down in your Blood Eagle Territory?" Shirley looked at Freya in confusion. However, she quickly remembered that Blood Eagle Territory had only risen as a Wizard Organization in recent years, and there seemed to be no notable families around.
"Sorry, since that's the case, let me give you a brief introduction." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Actually, these families that have survived from Ancient Inheritance until now are not much different from some large wizards in terms of inheritance and bloodline; they might even be divided into many factions."
"Oh? Factions? Is it similar to divisions in academies?" Hearing Shirley's introduction, Freya asked curiously.
"Mm, more or less, but it's even more rigorous than that." It seemed she thought of something else and added, "And the nature is even more severe."
Freya fell silent, recalling Shirley's curse and the wizard known as White Wolf. It appeared that Klyent's family was more complicated than she had initially thought.
According to her speculation, Klyent's habit of lingering around various ancient ruins might also stem from a dislike for internal competition in such a lifestyle.
"Our family is actually better off compared to some other chaotic families. There are only three branches: Snow Fox Fortress, Silver Crown, and Ashen Tower. The adults represent Ashen Tower, located in the southern region of the Northern Snowfield."
Listening quietly to Shirley's introduction, Freya began to understand the general structure of the Klyent Family.
Although the three branches belong to the same family, the competition among them has always been intense due to inherited beliefs passed down through generations.
To promote healthy competition, every ten years, three of the most capable young members from the family are selected to receive some very generous rewards.
Shirley did not elaborate on these rewards, but from various hints, she could tell their preciousness.
After all, Klyent had once inadvertently revealed that his family possesses a vast heritage that includes a Spring of Life.
However, this healthy competition, although only involving the younger generation, does not prevent conflicts among the three branches.
Due to family rules, there have not been any major bloodshed incidents.
Even if there are some skirmishes, they do not result in fatalities; however, Freya does not think much of this.
Once, while studying in Byron's Baron library, she had read about various dark histories among nobles, filled with bloodshed and unimaginable cruelty.
There are even terrifying examples where members of the same bloodline have killed each other for certain reasons.
In this regard, it may be even more inhumane than the uncivilized barbarian tribes.
The three major branches of Klyent may not seem significant on the surface, but what happens behind the scenes is anyone's guess.
The night passed in simple conversation.
On the second morning, bright sunlight dispelled the empty clouds.
The continuous snowfall gradually came to a stop.
The two white horses, which had been running nonstop throughout the night, finally got a bit of rest. Even though their bodies had been magically altered, they could not withstand the strain of continuous running.
With a whoosh, Freya opened the carriage door and jumped down, discovering that they were now surrounded by mountains.
In the distance, on the highest peak, faint wisps of black smoke rose, and the scent of sulfur wafted from that direction. (To be continued.)
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