Chapter 90
Laying Traps
The bloodbath situation was forced on Abyssal Bone Forest Academy, which meant that the acolytes of the Abyssal Bone Forest Academy were in a disadvantageous situation.
And the acolytes belonging to the two enemy camps would certainly chase them as if they were hunting and killing their prey.
“Anyway, even if it was an astute hunter, if he left behind a single prey, then it is possible for the situation to be reversed – where the hunter becomes the hunted!”
Leylin licked his chapped lips, exposing a malevolent grin.
Now, the three academies’ acolytes were scattered within the secret plane and the two enemy groups’ acolytes had also not gathered. This was certainly a fortunate timing for Leylin to gather sufficient contribution points!
Once the enemy group gathered, then Leylin would not have any more chances.
“Let’s do this! Today, I must defeat and kill as many of the enemy’s acolytes as possible and scrape together enough of contribution points. After that, depending on AI Chip’s guidance, I will stand aside and avoid the majority of the enemy…”
After deciding on his strategy, Leylin hurriedly looted the magic crystals and resources on the acolyte’s body, leaving the scene.
Two hours later after Leylin left, another acolyte came to the scene.
“It’s Greg!” After seeing the corpse on the floor, the acolyte’s pupils shrank.
He came from the same academy as Greg. Seeing his comrade lying on the ground, this acolyte’s expression turned pale white, as if wanting to puke.
He muttered, “Too dangerous! This mission is too dangerous. Greg and I are only level 2 acolytes, we have come to this secret plane purely to die! If I knew earlier, I wouldn’t have taken up this mission!”
Regrets filled the face of this acolyte.
“Looking at this wound, it should be a heavy physical attack with an Earth element spell. The caster should be a level 3 acolyte! To deal with a level 2 acolyte, he actually used such a despicable method. What a low-life….”
It was not scary if the enemy was strong, but what was scary is if the enemy was strong and shameless!
After understanding this reasoning the acolyte felt his scalp tingle. He felt as if a pair of bloodthirsty and greedy eyes was eyeing him from the shrubbery, locking down on its prey.
“No way, I have to leave now!”
He then bowed towards the corpse on the floor, “I’m sorry. Although we used to be good friends, I am unable to give you a proper burial…. Or it may be that the destiny of magicians was to die along the path to the pursuit of truth!”
The acolyte made a prayer for his friend and prepared to leave.
“Je je! What a cold-blooded person, not even caring about his comrade’s corpse!”
A female voice sounded from the air above.
“Who. . . who is that?” The acolyte jumped back several metres like a rabbit, and in his hands, there was a black scroll tightly gripped.
“Haha! Look at him, like a pathetic bunny that has nowhere to escape in front of a predator!”
The girl’s voice sounded again. The crown of a nearby treetop shuddered, and a grey robed girl appeared in front of the acolyte.
This female acolyte wore the uniform of Whitewoods Castle, and the acolyte who was prepared to fight for his life heaved a sigh of relief.
“Hng! Trash!”
Another male voice appeared from the surrounding, and a young man walked out from the shadows. He wore the insignia from Sage Gotham’s Hut, and his right hand was silver in colour throughout. It radiated a mellow yet suave colour and reflected the shadows of the nearby shrubbery.
“This appearance?”