Knight and Wand

Chapter 80 The Mage is Coming!

When he saw that the sound of falling hooves outside the woods did not come from the eagle ridden by the wizard Atias, Corvis felt relieved.

But the two familiar figures chasing him outside also surprised him a little.

Leon dismounted and asked Azerien to help watch over the mount. He then walked quickly into the woods and found the blond boy squatting on the ground, preparing to dig a hole.

"What you call an important matter doesn't mean burying some treasure in the woods by the roadside, right?" Leon asked doubtfully.

"Why did you follow me?" Corvis asked awkwardly.

"Because it seems like there is a fool who wants to sacrifice himself to attract the enemy's pursuit." Leon directly pointed out his guess and teased.

".It's not as noble as you say."

Seeing that his little excuse was exposed, the blond boy smiled helplessly, glanced at the shovel and crystal in his hand, raised his head and said: "It's just that I miscalculated, but that guy is targeting me, and I don't want to involve you in this irrelevant conflict in vain."

"So my guess is correct. The rune on your back can track your location?"

This confirmed his previous association, but Leon couldn't be happy.

Exposing the direction of escape is an extremely tricky problem.

Leon felt it was safe enough to travel such a long distance overnight without sacrificing horsepower.

By the time Falcon's men had tracked down their whereabouts northward, they would have already taken a detour and fled to the border on horseback.

In this age of scarce means, pursuers follow them aimlessly and blindly, without even being able to get any flattery.

But now.
"Who placed the tracking rune on you? Was it Piriano or another wizard? Will that person catch up with us soon?" Leon urgently needed to know the enemy's intelligence.

Corvis glanced behind him, nudged his shoulder with the shovel handle, and speculated: "This positioning magic technique is very concealed, otherwise I would not have never noticed the abnormality in my body, but a spell of this level cannot continue to exist after the caster dies.

Besides Pilieno, the only person who had the opportunity to secretly do something to me in the past was probably his disciple and confidant, a guy named Amon, a regular mage. I remember that he will indeed return to the embassy in the next few days."

After saying that, the blond boy once again tried to dissuade this friend whom he had just met for a short time from leaving: "Amon has a Hippocampus, which is a winged riding beast with an eagle's head and a horse's body. It is slightly larger than a horse. If you ride it, it won't take long for us to catch up.

Go quickly, you still have to escort Lady Elena back to Orland. The personal grudge between Eamon and I has nothing to do with you."

Leon interrupted him and said, "Tell me honestly, do you have the confidence to defeat or even escape from that person by yourself?"

Corvis pursed his lips to stop talking and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He could only be considered half a mage apprentice, and Piriano's purpose in training him was simply to make him a usable external source of magic power.

How can you defeat a real wizard who has been granted the title of a proper wizard if you don't even know some decent combat magic?

"As expected, what can I say about you? You seemed quite smart before, but why did you act so stupid at the critical moment?"

Leon shook his head and sighed: "Do you think that the wizard named Amon will not care about the few of us who are still at large after killing you?
You haven't forgotten who actually killed Pilieno, have you?"

Corvis raised his eyebrows helplessly. The boy knew what the other party was referring to.

However, his chances of dealing with Amon were slim, so how could he care about what would happen after his death?

Leon shook his head: "If we went our separate ways from the beginning and he chased you in different directions, with completely different routes, then it really has nothing to do with us.

But now that Amon has known your location, isn't our escape direction also exposed? It's impossible for him not to tell the Kantardars about our whereabouts.

Besides, you also said that you don't have any offensive spells, but the marks of Isha's Arrows I cast are so obvious.

Even if you are willing to take the blame for killing Pirenno, would the other party be stupid enough to believe that you can cast such an attack magic?
If he wants to avenge his mentor, I will be the next person he looks for."

At this point, the situation is clear and the trouble is big.

Leon said no more, grabbed Corvis' arm and pulled him out of the woods.

"Since you can't beat that guy, wait until Amon kills you and then chase us. Can a few of us horses outrun that 'Hippogriff' flying in the sky?
What's the point of attracting our attention if you can't live with this rune?"

The blond boy was slightly startled, and was staggered by this tough attitude. He had to quickly pick up his bag and run out of the woods.

Leon knew that they had actually fallen into crisis without realizing it.

There was no time to discuss. A light bulb went off in his mind and a possibly feasible idea came to his mind, and he made a decision immediately.

"Azerien! Go back and meet up with Lohak, change the route, and take him and Lady Elena east. We can't go in the same direction anymore."

Letting go of Corvis, Leon walked to his mount and climbed on it. He then urged the blond boy who was still standing there, "Why are you standing there? If you want to survive, get on your horse and follow me. Talk as you run. I have something to ask you."

Perhaps intimidated by the other party's confident attitude, Corvis no longer hesitated, turned around, stuffed the things in his hand back into the bag, and climbed back onto the horse's back by stepping on the stirrups.

If there really was a glimmer of hope and he had finally regained his freedom, why would the young man want to die in vain?

"Separate?" Azerien, who didn't know the situation, was confused when he suddenly learned that they had to act separately.

"Well, our tracks have been exposed. There is a magic mark set by the wizard on Corvis. The enemy will catch up with us soon. Someone must divert the attention of the wizard and the subsequent pursuers.

But that boy Lohak speaks a terrible language, and I am worried about him escorting Lady Elena around Kantardar. You should take him east and find a way back north to Orland."

Pulling the reins to turn the horse around, Leon asked his partner again: "How much money do we have left?"

"There are only about fifty gold coins left."

"Give me half and keep the rest for you."

Leon put away the purse containing the gold coins, turned around and called to Corvis, who was silent behind him, to follow.

"Are you going to go with him to lure away the pursuing wizard? This is too dangerous!"

Azerien frowned as he realized his partner's plan.

Knowing that his companions were unwilling to abandon him and take risks alone, Leon urged his horse to pass by him and patted his shoulder: "This is an emergency, so don't argue. Just take care of Lohak and the others and escape. Don't worry, I have a way to escape. See you in Selva."

Without waiting for any explanation, Leon immediately pulled the reins and rode towards the road with Corvis.

Azerien pulled the horse's head and paced helplessly.

The noble boy looked in the direction where Leon and Corvis left.

He looked again at the path that the other companion and Ms. Irina were walking on.

There was no room for hesitation. Since his companions had decided to split up and lead away the pursuers, it was true that Lohak, who did not speak the language, needed his help more.

"You must come back alive."

Azerien gritted his teeth, turned around and urged his horse to chase after Elena and her brother.

The galloping horses' hooves trampled on the bumpy path, raising a cloud of dust.

Two horses galloped past, one in front and one behind.

"Can you break the tracking magic behind you?" Leon endured his fatigue, turned around on horseback, and asked loudly to the blond boy who was following him.

"It's difficult! It will take me a long time to use magic power to dilute the structure of the mark bit by bit, at least twenty to thirty days." Corvis said, becoming more and more annoyed.

He had not discovered the spell that Amon had quietly left on him. This magic should have only been drawn partially each time, and it was definitely not completed overnight. "It's okay, as long as it can be solved." Leon breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ask, "Are there any other towns nearby?"

"I remember that this road on the map leads to a small village nearby." Corvis answered, recalling the information in the embassy, ​​but the boy became even more confused after he finished speaking.

"Leon, where are you taking me?"

“Once we get into the town, I’ll buy you two more horses. When this horse can’t run any longer, you can immediately replace it with another one. If you come across another settlement on the road, you can buy another one.

You must keep up with my mount at full speed, and we will head north until we enter the Pangloss Forest!"

Leon looked back at the road ahead and told the blond boy his destination.

"Ponros Forest? Ponros, are you talking about the largest spiritual land in Kantadar in the north of the map?" Corvis shouted in astonishment.

"Ah? You also call that a 'quasi-spiritual field'?"

Hearing the boy behind him actually say an ancient word that sounded almost the same as Miss Lola's, Leon turned around in surprise.

The blond boy on horseback shook his head: "It's not me, it's Mage Atias who calls that dangerous area like that. Wait. You want to enter the spirit-like field? Are you crazy?"

"What? Is it dangerous?"

When Leon saw Corvis' reaction, he felt relieved.

"certainly!!"

The blond boy looked at a desperate lunatic: "Without a great magician like the Imperial Ruler leading us, what's the difference between us two ordinary mortals entering the spirit-like field and committing suicide? Don't you have any legends about the cursed land in your Western Continent?"

"Haha, it's good to think it's dangerous. It's right to be dangerous! According to what you said, the guy chasing you will definitely not dare to go in with us. I feel relieved."

Leon said happily in the front: "Speed ​​up, as long as you escape into the Pangloss Forest, I will take you across the cursed land!"

"What!?"

Corvis opened his golden eyes wide, listening to the other party's fantastic words, not knowing how to react.
Hurry up and move forward.

Sure enough, not long after turning north onto the main road, Leon saw the small town of Kantadal ahead.

He found the market and without bargaining, asked Corvis, who was fluent in Uriah, to buy a spare horse.

Although the inner thighs of both of them were sore from the long journey, they did not dare to stop to rest and embarked on the journey of fleeing north again.

It took several hours of desperate running along the way.

As dusk approached, Leon could hardly feel the skin on the inside of his legs.

If Corvis hadn't come forward halfway through the journey and cast healing magic on him to boost his spirits, Leon would have almost fallen off his horse due to exhaustion.

During the journey, Corvis had changed his mount several times.

The fine horse Uriah, which was bought at a high price from Western Port, was also abandoned because it was exhausted and could not move.

Three ordinary horses purchased in different towns along the way were paralyzed by running out of steam one after another.

Even the powerful noble warhorse under Leon was now panting, and it was visibly exhausted and could hardly move its hooves.

Even if this powerful dark horse is lucky enough to return to Selva alive, it will not be able to recover the lost fat and hidden injuries in its body without more than two or three months of recuperation.

After finding a water source, the two men stopped in the wilderness and let their horses rest.

Leon asked Corvis, who also looked tired, about the landmarks he noticed along the way.

After a rough calculation, after this journey, from last night to now, the two have been away from Western Port for nearly 400 kilometers, and should be not far from the range of Pangloss Forest.

When Leon figured this out, he couldn't help but look at the top-notch warhorse lying on the ground gasping for breath, and exclaimed in his heart, "Wow, that's a great guy."

This horsepower is almost as strong as the Red Hare in the novel of the previous life, right?

If you run a little more, you will really achieve the achievement of traveling a thousand miles a day.

No wonder the price is so outrageous.

If we can return safely this time, let’s give it a name, Red Hare or Black Hare?

No, Black Rabbit is too annoying, so let’s just call it Black Horse.

Sitting on the ground and thinking about something, Leon took the food and water bag handed to him by the blond boy.

"Would you like to rest here for a night?" Corvis asked as he sat next to him.

"No, we just keep leading the horse and can't stop." Leon shook his head. How could he dare to rest without taking him into the spirit-like field.

After the two had eaten and drunk their fill, Leon patiently fed the horses with fine feed after their rest. Then he coaxed and pulled the stubborn and disobedient mount up from the ground.

They continued to move towards the great forest in the north before night fell.

Leon took out the torch in advance and prepared to light it after nightfall.

He led the horse and walked in the rugged wilderness, taking one step forward and one step back.

“——Tsk!”

Suddenly, Leon heard Corvis screaming in pain behind him, and he quickly turned around.

The young man was seen reaching his shoulder, as if enduring the sudden pain.

"what happened?"

"The runes on my back are burning painfully and the magic in my body is reacting. Oh no, Amon might be nearby! Get on the horse quickly!" Cold sweat broke out on Corvis' smooth forehead.

Of course he didn't dare to be careless. Leon immediately stepped on the stirrup and climbed onto the horse's back. As soon as he sat firmly, he glanced to the side and saw that the blond boy also climbed onto the mount despite the pain. Then he forcefully called the horse to gallop away.

"Uh-huh!"

Leon shouted loudly to urge the tired warhorse to speed up.

Behind him, Corvis was also waving his whip desperately.

The sound of the wind was faintly audible. Leon looked up to find the source of the sound in the sky, and finally saw a pair of wings flying across the fiery red clouds.

His good eyesight enabled him to discern a man with a black robe fluttering in the wind, sitting on the back of a flying mount that looked like a miniature griffin, and holding up a magic wand that was glowing red.

(Lorelite) ".Snake that devours the body, scorching fire! Capture my enemy!!"

The eagle swooped down from the sky under the control of its master.

Amon's eyes were filled with surging and fiery light.

He waved his staff, and the gem on the top suddenly seemed to spew out circles of magma.

The molten ring formed by magma spiraled out, and the solid flaming snake head shot towards Corvis who was locked in the spell!

(End of this chapter)