strokinit Chapter 109 The Failed Trash and...Desperate Situation!
Chapter 109 The Failed Trash and...Desperate Situation!
Chapter 110 The Failed Trash and...Desperate Situation!
Seeing the black rod hurtling through the air, Brown's mind went blank, and he had no time to react effectively!
This guy's speed—it's insanely fast!!!
In the face of death, he could only rely on his fighting instincts to suddenly turn to the side, while wildly slashing forward with the huge white bone blade in his left hand, trying to block or force Raf back!
BOOM! ...
Tear—!!!
Two completely different voices rang out almost at the same instant!
"Ugh—!!!"
A piercing, distorted scream burst from Brown's throat!
The black stick slammed into his left shoulder with unparalleled force, and the terrifying sound of bones cracking could be clearly heard!
The immense impact not only shattered his shoulder blade but also completely disrupted the attack stance of his left arm bone blade, causing the fatal slash to lose most of its power and accuracy, ultimately only leaving a long, deep, and bloody wound on Raf's chest!
With both arms completely useless, the excruciating pain nearly made Brown faint, and he felt as if his body no longer belonged to him.
His survival instinct drove him to drain the last bit of magic power, causing his bones to grow wildly and crackle, instantly encasing him in a thick, rough, giant bone egg!
This was the last defense he could mount.
Raff, who had been cleaved in the chest by the bone blade, let out a muffled groan as the intense pain and massive blood loss caused his vision to blur.
But he seemed to sense an even greater danger approaching, and dared not linger for a moment. He mustered his strength, turned around without hesitation, and, dragging his battered body, staggered but ran away at an extremely fast speed into the distance!
In the sky, Jona and her two companions, seeing this, were about to urge the eagle-headed bats to give chase, but the bone eggs and scattered bone spikes below became Raf's weapons, unleashing a dense barrage of bone spikes.
Forced to dodge in a sorry state, they were unable to descend and pursue, and could only watch helplessly as the blood-soaked figure disappeared into the distance.
Soon, dozens of black dots flew rapidly from the horizon; they were all Heik's men riding eagle-headed bats!
Upon seeing the reinforcements, Jona quickly went over to them.
The leader, Rabble, piloted a bat to land. He slowly walked to the enormous, cracked bone egg and sneered, "Heh, so this is our mighty Lord Brown, the Bone Blade? Why is he hiding in an egg like a coward?"
None of his men laughed, and Jona and the others who approached were even more terrified.
They could all hear the barely suppressed, icy rage in the words of Lord Hick's confidant.
Upon hearing the sound, the bone egg cracked open with difficulty.
Brown, his face ashen and covered in blood, stood up in utter disarray, staring at Rabble O with a grim expression.
"What the hell are you saying, being so sarcastic?!"
*Snap! Snap!*
Before he could finish speaking, Labour moved with astonishing speed, delivering two heavy slaps to Brown's face, one on the front and one on the back! The sound was crisp and piercing.
"What the hell do you want to do—" Brown was stunned for a moment after being hit, then flew into a rage.
*Snap! Snap!*
Two more slaps, without any mercy! The force was so great that Brown's mouth immediately split open and bled.
"You're asking for it!!!!"
Brown was completely enraged, and the remaining magic surged out of control!
On his right shoulder, which had been crippled but no longer possessed that strange power, white bones began to grow wildly, instantly coalescing into a rough but sharp bone arm that lashed out at Labour with a whoosh of wind!
He and Rabul are evenly matched, how could he tolerate such public humiliation?
"You're pretty arrogant, Brown—"
Just as the bone claw was about to touch Labour, Labour's demeanor suddenly changed drastically!
A chilling, immense, and suffocating pressure spread out.
A strange red light flashed in his eyes, and his voice became deep and filled with unquestionable authority—it was Hick's voice!
"M--Master--I--"
Upon hearing this voice, Brown trembled violently. His raging anger was extinguished as if doused with ice water, and his momentum instantly collapsed and dissipated.
His voice trembled as he tried to explain incoherently.
*Smack!*
A slap, several times heavier than before and imbued with chilling sorcery, landed squarely on Brown's face from a distance!
He was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground. His cheek swelled up at a visible speed, revealing a clear, even black, handprint, and blood streamed from the corner of his mouth.
But Brown seemed oblivious to the pain, scrambling back to his knees before "Rabble," his head bowed low, his body trembling violently with fear.
"You know how important the Moon White Fox is to me, right?" Hick's cold voice drifted over, devoid of any emotion.
"I know—I know—my lord—" Brown's voice was filled with terror and despair.
"Then why—when Labour wanted to share your location—did you just hang up the communication stone?" The voice was calm, yet it pierced Brown's heart like a venomous snake.
"I—I—" Brown's mind went blank, and he was unable to form any words.
"You think you can monopolize the credit just by delaying for a moment? Since you're so confident, why didn't you think of activating the communication stone before you even started?"
Every word Hick said was like a sharp knife, peeling away his despicable thoughts. The anger hidden beneath his calm tone made Brown feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"waste!"
"My lord, spare me! My lord, spare me!!!"
Overwhelmed by immense fear, Brown frantically banged his forehead against the scorched ground, pleading tearfully.
Hick stopped looking at him and turned his gaze to Sean in the crowd: "Did you find it?"
Sean immediately stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and replied, "Found him, sir! The bloodstains and tracks are very clear; he couldn't have gone far!"
"Um.
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Hick then turned his "self-light" back to Brown, who was kneeling and kowtowing incessantly, and said calmly, "Brown, I'm giving you one last chance. If there's a next time—it's time for your bones to find a more obedient master."
"
"Thank you, sir! Thank you for sparing my life!!" Brown was overjoyed, kowtowing repeatedly, tears streaming down his face.
After kowtowing for a while, feeling that the terrifying pressure seemed to have dissipated, Brown dared to cautiously raise his head slightly to check the situation.
"Kneel down!!!" A furious shout suddenly rang out!
Brown was terrified and immediately began to kowtow and beg for mercy again: "My lord, have mercy—"
The words had barely left his mouth when he suddenly realized something was wrong—that voice—
"Hahaha!!!"
Uncontrollable laughter erupted from all around.
Brown's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red; he realized he'd been tricked!
Lord Hick's will has long since departed; it was Rabble who was merely using his power to deliberately humiliate him!
"Follow me, everyone! We must get the Moon Fox!"
Rabble sneered, ignoring the humiliated and indignant Brown, and loudly gave the order.
Brown clenched his hard-won bone fist so tightly that his nails (if he had any) almost dug into his palm.
In the end, he could only suppress all the humiliation and anger, and with his head covered in dust, he followed Labour as he leaped onto the eagle-headed bat and chased after Laf in the direction he had fled!
"Why are there so many people?!"
As Ralph ran desperately, he breathed heavily, the intense pain in his chest almost suffocating him.
His hastily treated wound started bleeding again during the bumpy ride, staining his tattered clothes red.
The past few days have felt like a nightmare, so unreal.
Those powerful "wizards" appeared one after another, and the greed and madness in their eyes when they saw Xiaobai were exactly the same.
Now, a whole pack has come! They're like hyenas that have smelled blood, relentlessly pursuing us.
"Little White—what exactly are you?"
He turned his head to look at the pair of pure, innocent blue eyes on his shoulder, his heart filled with immense confusion.
But this slight confusion was instantly replaced by an even stronger determination to protect it. No matter what, he would never hand it over to those people!
He squeezed out the last bit of that mysterious power within him, dragging his battered body forward recklessly.
His lungs felt like they were on fire, and his legs felt like they were filled with lead, but he dared not stop.
The palpable, chilling killing intent behind him, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake, constantly licked his back, warning him that stopping meant death.
However, fate seemed to play a cruel joke on him. As he struggled to break through a thicket, his steps abruptly halted.
Before us lay a steep cliff, its bottom shrouded in mist and clouds.
A dead end.
"Running? Why did you stop running?"
A cold voice came from above.
Lav looked up, his heart sinking to the bottom.
A dozen or so figures stood silently at different points on the edge of the cliff, like vultures that had been waiting for a long time, completely blocking all his possibilities of moving forward.
The magic emanating from them merged into one, forming an invisible net.
And behind—
"Raff, I want you dead!!!!"
Brown's roar, filled with overwhelming resentment and humiliation, echoed from the woods, his voice distorted to almost inhuman.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of dense footsteps and the flapping of wings of eagle-headed bats rapidly approached, completely blocking their retreat.
A true dead end.
Ralph looked around, his face locked onto by a series of expressions—some indifferent, some grinning, some greedy. Strangely, he calmed down.
Extreme exhaustion and despair washed away the last trace of fear.
He stopped running and simply collapsed onto the ground, leaning against a cold rock, panting heavily, sweat mixed with blood sliding down his forehead.
"pull----"
Brown rushed out of the woods and saw Ralph in his desperate state, his one eye swollen from being beaten and unable to heal.
He immediately felt a surge of bloodlust and was about to rush forward and tear the boy who had humiliated him to pieces with his own hands.
pity-
"Shut up!"
Rabble's cold voice, like an icicle, instantly pierced Brown's fervor.
He had arrived sometime earlier, standing not far away like a shadow, his sharp eyes sweeping over Brown.
Brown's face contorted and twitched with extreme anger and humiliation, his teeth grinding together.
But when he thought of Lord Hick's warning and the authority that Rabble represented at that moment, he ultimately swallowed back all his roars and murderous intent, like a wild beast being choked.
She just stared at Laf with bloodshot eyes, wishing she could tear him apart with her gaze.
Having stopped the impulsive Brown, Rabble then turned his gaze to Raff, who was sitting on the ground and seemed to have given up resisting.
His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable ultimatum: "Raff, the game is over. You know your fate. Now, hand over that little thing."
I swear in Lord Hick's name, we will not harm it. It is a burden to you, but a precious treasure to you, sir.
He tried to achieve his goal in the simplest and most effective way.
"Hehe—hahaha—"
Laf raised his head, his face covered in blood and dust, but he grinned and let out a hoarse, mocking laugh.
"Won't hurt it? The way you're staring at Little White is no different from how hungry wolves stare at lambs! Do you think I'm some clueless country bumpkin?! If you want it, you'll have to step over my dead body!"
Rabble's eyes turned completely cold.
He had lost his last bit of patience; it was pointless to waste words on a dying man.
He didn't say anything more, but simply waved his hand lightly with a blank expression.
With this gesture, the eyes of all the wizard apprentices surrounding Raff instantly became dangerous and unified.
They slowly tightened their encirclement, and the magical fluctuations in the air suddenly became more intense!
hiss hiss hiss—
Various elemental energies began to rapidly converge, compress, and glow dangerously at the tips of their staffs in their hands—fierce fireballs, sharp ice shards, corrosive acid, buzzing and vibrating air blasts, and even invisible tentacles emerging from the shadows—
Countless deadly spells were poised to be unleashed, their target the boy who sat slumped on the ground in the center of the circle, seemingly powerless to resist.
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