Wizard's Journey

Chapter 672 Secret Follow (Part 2)

Now, after a month's journey from Anmu Zengsha to the Skomoilo Mountains, and another month spent in this Bluefly camp, two months have passed, yet Green still has zero points, ranking last on the Seven Rings Holy Tower leaderboard.

After spending a full month in the Bluefly camp, Green finally made some progress.

Another Red Fly has secretly arrived at the Blue Fly camp!

This was just an ordinary Redfly who had come to transport corrosive agents and other bulk supplies. Although he had not yet reached the first-level biological standard, it made Green secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

It's finally here...

As the ordinary Red Fly left the camp, Green silently followed closely behind, leaving the Blue Fly camp where he had waited for a full month, and heading towards a new target.

……

three days later.

It's also a hidden skeletal complex, but unlike others, it's inhabited entirely by Red Fly people—a Red Fly tribe.

This time, Green lurked at this gathering point for another half a month, but still did not choose to make a move, suppressing his desire to fight for points and kill.

This Red Fly tribe has large workshops that produce smuggled goods similar to corrosive agents, professional large-scale livestock farms, large nurseries that can raise dozens of maggots at a time, and even a prison for temporarily holding Green Fly captives.

There were no fewer than a thousand red fly people coming and going, and even two level-two red fly people.

If Green were to summon Little Eight, Thousand-Eyed Crab, and Mysterious Thousand-Headed Bird to wipe out this Red Fly tribe, the gains would likely be no less than five hundred, thus propelling him to become one of the top figures on the Seven Rings Holy Tower Ranking.

But Green did not choose that path. He remained silent, exploring the situation at this gathering point of shadowy red veils, waiting for a better target and opportunity.

However, Green has indeed gained some unexpected benefits in the past two weeks.

Green discovered that although there were two Level 2 Redflies in the tribe, in reality only one Level 2 Redfly managed the tribe's operations and held power, while the other Level 2 Redfly followed behind a Level 1 Redfly as if he were a follower.

This Level 1 Red Fly man demonstrated extremely high combat skills and a good mental attitude. His potential was also amazing, as he constantly honed his skills and made positive progress.

This discovery led Green to focus all his attention on this Level One Red Fly, uncovering its secrets.

It turns out that this Level 1 Red Fly was actually a descendant of a Level 3 Red Fly elder from the Shadow Red Veil cult!

Two weeks later, Green finally got a new opportunity.

Several demon hunters discovered information about the Red Fly tribe and launched a swift attack, intending to annihilate the entire tribe. In addition, a large number of Green Flies appeared, coming to exterminate the Red Fly tribe.

Several enormous elemental giants, each over ten meters tall, surrounded the tribe from all sides, destroying the Red Fly people's skeletal structures and facilities. Some Red Fly people who attempted to defend themselves or resist were easily slapped to death by these elemental giants or killed by elemental power.

Howls, roars, cries, and cries of despair filled the air with a chaotic cacophony.

Several level-two wizards were slaughtering people, vying for the "points" in the camp. The green fly people who had been temporarily dispatched by these wizards seemed to be shocked by the wizards' brutal killings and showed expressions of horror.

"Bikdan, run!"

Two Level 2 Redflies and several Level 1 Redflies were desperately trying to stop the indescribably powerful and terrifying wizard. The power they possessed was incredible, ever-changing, and unpredictable, and they also had a numerical advantage. This tribe had no hope left.

In this moment of despair, the Level 2 Red Fly who had been protecting Bikdan unleashed that eerie, blood-red aura of slaughter, greatly increasing his combat power. He roared at Bikdan, who was terrified and injured.

"what……"

Bikdan, unwilling to accept defeat, shouted frantically and, without further hesitation, turned and fled for his life.

None of the level-two wizards were willing to give up the opportunity to gain a hundred points by chasing after Bikdan, who had only earned ten points. In their view, a level-one Red Fly was worth ten points, a level-two Red Fly was worth a hundred points, and Bikdan was a descendant of a level-three Red Fly...

call out!

However, the wizards did not give chase, but a green fly-man did, wielding a bone spike a meter long, getting closer and closer to Bickdan.

Beside Bickdan, Grimm, beneath the robes of appearance, watched the level one green fly man who had come chasing after him. His eyes narrowed slightly beneath the mask of truth. Should he deduct a few points and quietly kill this troublesome guy?

Just as Green hesitated, the fleeing Bickdan suddenly turned around. A blood-red killing aura, not belonging to his own power, flashed by. Several bone needles pierced through the body of the pursuing green flyman with incredible speed. After a sharp scream, the green flyman fell from the sky.

Uh……

Green was slightly taken aback, realizing he had overthought things; ordinary level one creatures were no match for this Bikdan.

In this Redfly tribe, neither the Level Two Redflies nor the ordinary Redflies had a chance to escape. Only a few Level One Redflies managed to slip through the net and escape from the clutches of several witch hunters. Bikdan was one of them.

Beneath the mask of truth, a sinister sneer appeared. Green silently followed behind Bick, feeling that he was getting closer and closer to his goal.

……

It flew at full speed for a full day and night.

The weakened Bikdan landed beside a seemingly bare and unremarkable stone wall. Panting, he leaned against the wall and wandered through the pile of rocks until he found a very secluded cave with a relatively clean room inside.

For the fly-men, meat that has not rotted is as unpalatable as raw meat for ordinary humans.

But as the future elite force among the Red Fly, Bikdan didn't care about anything else. His sucker-like mouth kept sweeping over the raw meat, absorbing the energy he needed to alleviate his injuries.

"Are those the wizards worshipped by the Green Fly People? It's terrifying, these demons..."

After muttering something to himself, the weary and exhausted Bikdan slowly fell asleep.

Beneath the robes of appearance, Green glanced at him indifferently before floating to a corner of the cave, where he and Bickdan waited quietly for something.

After only about five hourglasses, several energy ripples appeared.

"Wake up! Bikdan, are you alright?"

The Level 3 Red Fly Man pulled Bikdan up and shook him repeatedly. The weak Bikdan gradually regained consciousness and weakly said, "Father."

Overjoyed and excited, the Level 3 Red Fly handed Bikdan over to several Level 2 Red Fly men behind him for support. After a sigh of resentment and anxiety, the Red Fly men left the cave.

(End of this chapter)