Herag had been tracking the White Deer for eight days, during which ti several other wizards had also joined the pursuit.
Upon seeing Herag’s massive stature and feeling the pressure he exuded, none of them dared to get too close to Herag.
These wizards discovered that Herag always managed to pinpoint the White Deer’s location with precision.
Originally, it had been quite difficult for them to locate the White Deer, but now it was much easier—just follow Herag.
Herag was so large and easy to spot, much more so than the White Deer.
Herag was slightly speechless, as these people kept sticking to him, and there wasn’t much he could do about it.
Since they were rely following and not actually attacking him, Herag had no reason to make enemies without cause.
Another reason was that there were at least a dozen wizards following him.
If they all decided to attack him together, it would be quite troubleso.
Seeing as there was no apparent way to handle the White Deer and he couldn’t just let it get away, all he could do was keep following it.
In the anti, the wizards behind him were also discussing how to capture the White Deer, but no effective thod had yet been devised.
Herag stood on a branch, watching the White Deer leisurely strolling on a adow ahead.
As the voices of the wizards behind him grew louder, the White Deer glanced back and with a leap, vanished from its spot, reappearing in a distant woodland.
Upon seeing this, Herag imdiately chased after where the White Deer reappeared.
Once he moved, the wizards behind him also pursued, sticking to him like glue.
Herag flashed onto a large rock, standing on the rock and looking into the distance at the White Deer.
Based on his observations during this ti, he could almost conclude that the White Deer possessed talent abilities related to spatial rules.
All of them, as Level 1 Wizards, hadn’t yet the ability to contact rule power, making them quite powerless against this White Deer.
"I can only rely on witchcraft artifacts..."
Herag didn’t have any spatial type artifacts on him, but maybe the others did.
Even if others had them, there was no way they’d share them with him, so it had nothing to do with him.
While looking ahead, Herag suddenly sensed sothing and disappeared in a flash.
Imdiately after, a blood-red claw descended from the sky, crashing onto the spot where he had just been standing.
Herag looked up and saw Malcolm riding a Night Steed in the distance.
Malcolm, riding the Night Steed, approached him, looking down from above and said, "This spell on you is interesting. I’ll study it slowly after I’ve dealt with you. Since you haven’t activated the Teleportation Ring yet, it shows you have so confidence. Great, I hope you never activate that ring, or it would be far too boring."
"Malcolm of the Eye of the Storm!" soone among the wizards behind Herag recognized Malcolm and showed a hint of fear on their faces.
Malcolm’s reputation had preceded him; in others’ eyes, he was a powerful madman.
Nobody liked to deal with madn, especially powerful ones.
Looking at Malcolm, Herag laughed, "Before I beca an official wizard, you couldn’t kill . Now, I’m a Crystalization Wizard just like you. Do you still think you have a chance?"
"I admit your progress is fast, but there are still differences between Crystalization Wizards," said Malcolm coldly.
"Indeed, there is a difference." Herag nodded approvingly.
Malcolm extended his hand, revealing a black sphere which he threw downwards.
The black sphere rapidly expanded and instantly absorbed both Herag and Malcolm.
Once it had taken them in, the black sphere rapidly shrank and vanished.
"Spatial type witchcraft artifact..."
The wizards behind whispered to themselves, seeing what happened.
...
When the black sphere appeared, Herag sensed the spatial pull within it, which was similar to teleportation but not quite the sa.
At the ti, he had the option to activate the Teleportation Ring and abort the current hunt, thus avoiding being pulled in by the black sphere.
Herag hesitated for a mont but ultimately chose not to activate the Teleportation Ring.
Because he noticed the black sphere was also drawing Malcolm in, he imdiately realized Malcolm didn’t want him to escape.
After a brief mont of darkness, light returned.
Herag warily looked around and found himself standing on barren land, with the starry sky visible overhead.
"A Level 3 Witchcraft, the Black Space—it’s made from a small plane fragnt. Here, you can’t use your Space Ring. If you had been more decisive and teleported away before being sucked in, you might have survived."
Malcolm’s voice ca from behind, and as Herag turned, he saw Malcolm smiling innocuously at him.
Malcolm smiled and said, "You have nowhere to run now."
Herag sensed his surroundings; it felt like a separate plane but sowhat different, missing sothing.
"Do you rember Baron Buck?" Herag suddenly asked.
"Baron Buck? Never heard of him." Malcolm paused, not recalling anyone of this na.
He wasn’t in a hurry to attack, knowing well that Herag couldn’t escape this place.
"Back when you ca to the Coleson Continent and used the Bloodline Curse to kill Baron Buck’s entire family, I was just an ordinary person not even a wizard apprentice," Herag recounted slowly.
"Coleson Continent... Bloodline Curse..."
Malcolm started piecing together the mories upon hearing these terms.
He wouldn’t normally rember minor matters like the massacre of Baron Buck’s family, viewing it as nothing out of the ordinary.
Initially, nothing Herag said rang a bell with him.
But upon hearing Coleson Continent and Bloodline Curse, Malcolm rembered.
Back then, in order to research the Bloodline Curse spell, he had traveled a great distance to the Coleson Continent, leaving a deep impression.
The Bloodline Curse spell was his own Level 1 Spell creation and one of his finest pieces, so he rembered it clearly.
"You were there at the ti?" Malcolm asked, puzzled, as he had no mory of Herag being present.
Herag nodded and said, "Of course. Baron Buck treated well, and Emil, lissa treated nicely too. Now that I have the opportunity and the power, naturally, I want to settle this account. Your head will be mine, as a tribute for the Baron’s family in the future."
Malcolm chuckled silently, unable to understand where Herag’s confidence ca from, thinking that advancing to crystalization made them equals.
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