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Chapter62 Hunting Down
Three days later in the Bramble Forest.
In a booming sound, a ball of fire with extreme heat dashed ahead and broke a green, corrosive beam of energy. After the beam had been scattered, a roaring scream followed. Afterwards, there appeared a crystal wire which disappeared in a flash on the spot and then reappeared tens of meters away. It then scampered off.
"It’s useless. You’re never gonna run out of my control!" Glenn shouted to his enemy after the fire blasted. "You have a unique smell. It’s a torch in the dark, thus you’d have no chance in sneaking attacks! I’ll chase you till you’re a dead man!"
Rancor seethed in Glenn’s mind.
At the same time, Glenn picked up a part of a finger on the ground. Losing it did not put him ill-at-ease. He put the finger on his wound in the palm. Soon, the palm where his finger had been lost sprouted an army of thin, short tendrils, which then reconnected the finger to his palm. A few seconds later, Glenn flexed that finger of his as he sneered, and his hand became intact again!
After Glenn’s hand had recovered, he proceeded with his chase with the End Sound Bone [1] dagger in his hand.
Over the past three days, Glenn and Harry had been engaged in fights for several dozens of times, and with no exceptions, Harry had been losing out to Glenn on every occasion. When Harry was about to lose, he would apply a mysterious wind element sorcery and magically succeeded in fleeing. So Glenn had failed to cause his complete death.
Harry’s escape sorcery would not represent the only nagging problem for Glenn. His three heads and the sorceries each of them owned were causing Glenn real trouble—the triple heads were able to attack with corrosion, flame and strong poison respectively. These sorceries could also be handled by Glenn, who was now basically immune to fire and poisoning, and his mask would not be eroded easily. However, Harry had very sharp nails on his fingers, which he obtained when cultivating Hematology Sorcery. They could pierce through Glenn’s shield and hurt him.
Of course, Harry had incurred injuries from Glenn’s armor made of the Extinguishable Flame! And using the Glenn Dissimilation Sorcery, Glenn’s wounds would be healed readily.
Glenn hummed a tune coldly. Then, using his enhanced sense of smell, he sniffed around, trying to find out the whereabouts of Harry.
Glenn had made his decision. He would track down this detestable student even if he couldn’t accomplish his bigger mission here. For him, this trip was meant for some exercise and thus elevating his stamina, strength and vitality to a level matching his 36 points of constitution! Either way, he would get exercised! Actually, these three properties had been leveled up a little bit due to his constant battles in the past three days, and consequently, the potential of his constitution had been explored partially.
Several hourglasses had slid away.
Glenn had found Harry, who was dealing with his wounds. Glenn yelled in a deafening voice and came to him with vigorous strides. At the same time, he had pulled off his Bat sorcery to get his enemy, after which an explosion and a flame followed. Harry activated his corrosion, flame and poison energy in no time to fight off and meanwhile ran hastily out of the reach of Glenn’s flame attack.
After Harry’s previous contacts with the flame, he had grown conscious of its terrifying power. He simply couldn’t get into contact with it! For one thing, the flame had a high degree of power. Besides, once caught by it, it wouldn’t be quenched. It was a hopeless situation!
"Glenn, you’re overdoing it," Harry said angrily, with his leftmost head panting for air. Meanwhile, the right head, whose eyes were bloodshot, implored: "Glenn, we were wrong about you before. We shouldn’t have…"
"Shut up, you coward! I’m not allowing you to say something like this!" the left head cut in and reproached.
"Who gives you the right to stop me from talking? It was you who were being greedy and insisted on…" the right head roared, showing no signs of giving in.
The two heads kept on brawling, and the head between them glared at Glenn in an indignant yet frightened manner. Its face was blanched, because this head had had excessive loss of blood when it cut its right arm which had caught on Glenn’s flame.
Glenn watched the three heads as they quarreled. As it was circulated, Hematology sorcery cultivation resulted in huge increase in power. However, the newly required capabilities came with flaws! Imagine if Glenn had three heads, he definitely couldn’t do any research now.
"What do you want?" asked the middle head of Harry.
"What do I want? Hum..." Still with his mask on, Glenn seemed that he wasn’t going to give them a chance for negotiation. He seemed to have made up his mind to destroy them!
Glenn made another maneuver and charged towards the breathless Harry. In Glenn’s hand was his weapon of the Inextinguishable Flame.
A moment later, Harry once again turned into a crystal wire and shot himself to dozens of meters away, and then he shouted back towards Glenn, "Glenn, I’m not gonna be killed by you so easily!"
"Then I’ll keep doing the good work until that moment come!"
Glenn stopped and screamed back. The next second, he accelerated and ran after Harry.
Another day went by.
Glenn had been led by Harry to a stretch of field blossoming with purple flowers.
Glenn scorned: "Trying to rub out the strength of my hunting nose by using pollen’s pungent smell? How naive are you!"
Harry didn’t have the slightest idea that Glenn had used his mask’s ultrasonic-positioning feature, and had located him, who was like a stray dog licking his wound miserably.
In a gully where weeds had run rampant appeared that same, cold, sneering face. Harry couldn’t help but panic with despair, exclaiming: "That’s not possible. You’re just a new guy! You’re not one of these three well-known students! How come you have such a strong power? It’s so impossible! Even if you’re one of them, you shouldn’t be this strong!"
Glenn had no intention of making small talk. He ‘welcomed’ Harry with the same move—the Fire Bat sorcery!
A big fire formed after an explosive noise. Immediately, energies of these same three properties burst out, and afterwards, Harry tried to use that mysterious wind element sorcery to escape again! However, this time, his face darkened. His feet had been tied up by a damn vine!
Harry just took a moment to break free of the vine. But what followed the vine attack was a strange tendril penetrating the fire to reach him, and it was holding a dagger.
In a whoosh sound, Harry’s right head came off clean.
The fallen head kept shouting "no" because it had caught on fire. The screaming stopped suddenly and as its owner Harry again transformed into a crystal wire and fled away in a flash.
Glenn emerged slowly from behind the fire and took a glance at the head on the ground, which was still burning wildly.
"Having lost a head, let’s see how you’re gonna escape now!"
This being said, Glenn kicked that head of Harry's to the side and then he sniffed around for the traces left by Harry and went on his hunting .
Glenn had chased him for two consecutive days The expansive Bramble Forest presented many barriers for the hunting. But Glenn could see that this was the final-ditch struggle made by Harry, who did not have many resources left at his disposal after having lost a head and an arm. Therefore, Glenn didn’t hasten any longer. He was just letting Harry run in his desperation while at the same time taking some exercises himself.
Out of the blue, two persons got in the way.
Glenn pulled up, looking at them. One was Harry. One of his remaining head had recoiled into his cloak, and the other was almost in a mental collapse. Its eye sockets were even more dented, and his pale skin reeked of a decayed odor.
The one with Harry was a female student. Glenn hadn’t seen her before, though he had a feeling that this student was stronger than Harry.
The female lo
oked just the same as normal humans. So she seemed to have not cultivated Hematology sorcery.
"Glenn, I’m Lumen. You may don’t know me, but I guess you might have heard of my partner. His name is Gade."
The female was skinny. She had a fair skin, short green hair and a pair of black-framed glasses. When she smiled, her squinted eyes were like a crescent moon. She seemed very nice.
"Thunder Axe Gade, Captain of the Ivory Hunting Team. Yeah, I know him!" There was a minor change in Glenn’s facial expressions yet his voice was calm. It still carried no feelings.
The female student was pleased at Glenn’s response.
"To tell you the truth, Harry is a member of our team—the Ivory Hunting Team. I’d like to speak for the captain himself and reimburse you to your satisfaction for what Harry has done."
Lumen seemed confident, smiling like a spring flower in its blossom. She then said softly, "Respectable Glenn, would you like to make an accommodation and consider it as a favor to our team?"
The plea was a relief to Harry, who then displayed a terrified look after he looked up and met Glenn’s eyes.
‘He’s a monster!’ Harry thought.
Glenn didn’t reply to Lumen’s question. Instead, he observed her silently. Seeming a little bit tired, Glenn was still thinking.
Lumen’s face beamed. She was ensured that Glenn had yielded to her requirement on facing her stick and carrot. She did some more thinking, and then she fished and pulled out a high-grade magical stone worth 100,000 regular magical stones.
"If you let Harry go for our team and for Gade himself, this senior magical stone will be your compensation. What do you say?"
Lumen’s voice was tender. It was as pleasant as the gentle breeze of spring brushing past, melting the heart of the one who experienced it. Her eyes were somewhat imploring, arousing Glenn’s sympathetic emotions.
All of a sudden, Glenn’s body trembled slightly at Lumen’s remarks. At a point, he thought he was feeling for Lumen and came to terms with Harry. That girl had influenced Glenn’s mind. Glenn was both in shock and in admiration of her because of this.
However, in the next second, Glenn’s face fell again, although the other two in front of him couldn’t see the change.
"Sorry." A dry voice flew from that mask.
Lumen’s face changed on hearing this reply, but she returned in the same gentle manner. "Glenn, what did you say?"
She seemed rather pathetic, as if another word from Glenn, if it was not said in her favor, would break her heart.
"Hum," Glenn snorted coldly, "I said ‘sorry’."
That said, Glenn shifted his gaze to Lumen and threatened emotionlessly, "If you kept getting in my way, you will be my enemy, too!"
A fire ball formed on Glenn’s hand in a crackling sound.
The fireball caught Harry with a start, whose face then darkened. Almost instantly, he pulled off that escape sorcery reflexively and became a crystal wire, which jumped dozens of meters away. He then scuttled off like a desperate prey.
Glenn ran past Lumen, who had been riveted to the spot, and continued with his chase, without paying attention to her.
The muscles on Lumen’s face tightened as she watched the two merging into the thickness of the Bramble forest. After a struggle, she gnashed her teeth and headed for the Black Isotta.
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FOOTNOTES:
The End Sound Bone dagger was a gift from Varro, who also studied under Glenn’s mentor Norris.
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Chapter63 Stray Knights
"Ah!!!"
Harry had been caught in a flame and was bawling miserably in abject pain, which was akin to the howling of the demons from the abyss.. Yet his agonized screaming was not working in reducing the spread of the Inextinguishable Flame launched by Glenn. In the blink of an eye, Harry had been totally drowned in that flame. Instinctively, he fell onto the ground and kept on rolling. The image was reminiscent of an ugly toad struggling in the slime.
"The Ivory Hunting Team will get you for this! Thunder Axe Gade will avenge me!"
Hatred filled Harry’s eyes, and he glared down upon Glenn grimly.
But Glenn was not moved by Harry’s response at all.
"Why so garrulous?" Glen raised his hand and produced another fire ball, which then whooshed towards Harry.
A violent explosion followed. Afterwards, the whole world turned deadly silent. The raging fire had burned Harry to ashes.
Glenn sneered. Then he got out of the spot in big strides after determining the rough directions using the sun.
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Another seven days had passed. Trekking in this forest for over ten days had benefitted Glenn greatly, especially during the past few days when pursuing Harry; he felt as if his body had a huge potential now, and that potential was being explored by the minute. He felt that each and every cell of his body was frolicking as if to lose their excessive, spare energy.
Glen sighed with an affirmative—sorcerers did need to get some field exercise!
Continuing on his road, Glenn soon found himself at a stretch of farmland. It signaled that he had moved out of the bounds of the Bramble Forest, which was under the stewardship of the Black Isotta. In other words, he had now landed in human settlements.
In this case, this travel might require a re-arrangement.
As the thinking was done, Glenn stepped towards a farmer nearest to him.
This farmer bore incredible semblance to Old Sam in his appearance. And when Glenn asked him about the routes, he seemed very flattered to be talking to a sorcerer. He gestured quite a long time to point the way Glenn wanted to go on, and eventually, he offered to lead the way himself. But Glenn didn’t let him.
Forging ahead on a dirty road by himself, Glenn’s mind was still preoccupied by this mission’s priority.
As his mentor Norris had indicated, Glenn’s priority in this mission was to build his constitution. There had been students stronger than him dedicated in this mission, so it was not really his place to pioneer this. Besides, all the current work was being conducted for the Demon-Hunting Sorcerers qualification in 15 years.
However, Glenn decided that since this was still an assigned mission, he should at least go to the Town to have a look. It would not be suitable to simply skip this.
After having made this decision, he put some more thought into working out a plan of action.
To figure out an action plan, one might be tempted to know what constituted a Black Sorcerer. There were three types of behaviors that could confirm a sorcerer as a Black one.
First, decimation of ordinary humans in the Sorcerer World to do experiments for evil purposes.
Second, forcibly taking sorcerer students as their Soul Slave.
Third, violation of the fundamental principles governing the interests in the Sorcerer World. And there had been several such sorcerers in history.
Contacting and probing into a Black Sorcerer was dangerous. Hunting one would make it much worse. Although plentiful information had been gathered by his mentor that suggested it was just a sorcerer student who had gone bad, but no one was certainly sure of this.
If the target was a sorcerer, then raiding him rashly would be tantamount to seeking one’s death!
Therefore, it was necessary for Glenn to come up with a way of dealing with the situation, and he already had one in his mind— disguising as a stray knight.
Glenn had grown up as a common citizen, and he was familiar with certain rules while living in the city. So after getting familiar with the current roads, he masqueraded himself as a knight. He put on an armor, circled the End Sound dagger around his waist, and then hid away his mask, and his Magical Tools—his earring and necklace etc.
Glenn surveyed himself and concluded that he didn’t look fierce enough as a knight. Then he created a scar on his face. By using the Glenn Dissimilation Sorcery, h
e scarred the left part of his forehead, and the scar extended right down to the downside of his left eye.
After the camouflage was done, Glenn went to a blacksmith who also made weapons.
"I want a large sword, the largest one in your shop. I need it to be very heavy and strong."
Desiring a large and heavy sword was not for killing, though. It was just that Glenn craved his 36 points of constitution to be fully explored, and carrying weight for a long time was good for building his strength, stamina and vitality.
The air was filled with a pungent smell, and the blacksmith was also reeking of a sour decay of sweat. The stubble on his cheeks was sallow and drops of sweat were dripping from them.
The blacksmith took a glance at Glenn. He did not seem to be good with words. He ripped off the blue, oily apron tied in front of him, exposing his large shoulder and his muscular arm. He then headed off to a back room of the shop and came back with a broad sword, around 1.5 meters long. The sword was dragged by the blacksmith to Glenn, scraping the ground while making a creaking sound.
Glenn took the sword and swished it in the air. The weight felt about right. He was not particular about swords since he was not a martial artist. So he said, satisfied: "That’s the one. How much is it?"
Noticing Glenn’s ease in sporting such a large sword, the blacksmith was benumbed and his pupils contracted uncontrollably.
"This knight is strong, much stronger than the ones bullying around in the taverns. He’ll land a good job working for the nobles, and he might likely become a legend knight someday." These were the blacksmith’s thoughts on Glenn.
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Regional cities were usually divided into two parts: the area inhabited by the nobles and the commercial area. The area where nobles lived was all about pompous luxury and high-grade elegance, to splash out their money ripped off from servants, slaves and commoners, to show their hefty status, and to slake their growing yanking for more worldly possessions and consumption.
The commercial area was profit-driven and was fraught with violence, disorder and cheap sex.
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