Chapter 487

Chapter 487: Deep in the Dark Marsh

Felhound ran very fast, getting faster and faster, as if its target’s allure outweighed its master’s orders.

The group chased after, running all the way, dragging large and small bags, large and small swords across streams and mud pits, getting more and more exhausted, panting heavily, finally following Felhound to a dark valley covered with muddy trees.

Felhound made a series of "coo coo coo" noises towards the inside, its two tentacles shaking with excitement.

Wallis was puzzled for a moment, incubus Gacresse whispered, "It knows there is Arcane energy inside, this is the sound it makes to inform its master when it finds something good."

"So, that means our goal is inside there," Aubergine asked.

"Shh," Dunn frowned and said, "There seems to be something else up ahead."

"What?" Wallis tried to look inside, but being short, even tiptoeing didn’t help much.

Dunn gestured for everyone to crouch down, then signaled to follow quietly as he shushed the group and motioned towards the Felhound.

Jesse crouched down and followed Dunn, pushing through the bushes step by step. After walking about fifty meters, the hunter moved near some shrubs, leaned against a tree, and carefully glanced into the distance, their eyes widened in surprise.

Dunn lowered his head, looked at the others behind him, and softly asked, "Demon?"

Jesse pointed at themselves, and Dunn stepped aside to let him see. Jesse raised their head and immediately understood why Dunn thought he saw a demon.

It was a huge humanoid creature, covered in dark brown armor. However, the exposed skin beneath the armor shimmered in a bright green, similar to fel magic.

Wait, that’s not a demon. It’s a Wyrmkin, a green-scaled Wyrmkin!

The Wyrmkin’s lower half was half-sunk in the swamp, so only the raised upper half was visible. Dunn, who was not very familiar with Wyrmkin, mistook it for a demon. But the golden-spiked back and lizard-like head proved its identity, Jesse could not be wrong.

The Green Dragon and the black Wyrmkin were not much different, except for their color. According to the library, the Green Dragon was just slightly slimmer.

The black Wyrmkin Jesse encountered before was a female mage, while this Green Dragon was a powerful guard in heavy armor, much larger and stronger than the previous black Wyrmkin Mageweaver.

There shouldn’t be any Wyrmkin so far away. According to the map, this place was nearly a hundred kilometers away from the Pool of Tears. The Black Morass was vast, no less impressive than the northern wetlands. Why did this Wyrmkin happen to appear here?

Indeed, when Jesse carefully looked at the staff in the Wyrmkin’s hand, everything became clear.

The magic wand clearly did not belong to the Wyrmkin, but was crafted in the style of the Eredar. At the top of the staff was a cluster of pale purple shadow crystals, and at that moment, the Wyrmkin was greedily absorbing the Shadow Power from the crystals.

The demon’s body had also attracted Wyrmkin guards from the Pool of Tears, but these green Wyrmkin had already been corrupted by the power of the evil god, their minds lost control. These guards who were originally sent by the queen to disrupt the evil god summoning ritual had now become defenders of the evil god’s ceremony.

Bending down, he whispered into Aubergine’s ear, "The Wyrmkin is holding an Eredar’s magic wand."

Aubergine nodded silently and whispered back, "Then let’s take him down."

Hubert said, "In legends, green dragons are kind creatures that appear in dreams…"

Aubergine said, "I know, but the green Wyrmkin here are definitely mad monsters. A year ago, a mage from the Kirin Tor investigating Orcs here was eaten by a Wyrmkin. No need to go easy on them."

"Dreams and reality always have differences, priest," Dunn said.

"I hope that magic wand can fetch a good price," Erlan whispered. "I didn’t expect to encounter these creatures before coming here."

"Wyrmkin aren’t dragons, they’re not that scary," Wallis said. "There were evil red Wyrmkin attempting to attack Dun Algaz with Orcs before, but in reality, they aren’t much stronger than a tough Orc."

"Let’s go then, swift and decisive," Aubergine said. "Its armor is thick, try to use magic attacks as much as possible. Watch out for us spellcasters. Dunn, you go and get its attention."

Dunn nodded, Jesse signaled for Molofeel to sneak past invisibly, watching her disappear into the shadows with a large sword seemed somewhat out of place. On the other side, Gacresse had already stealthily moved as per Surena’s instructions.

Regardless of how Gacresse behaved, Surena seemed to cooperate with him quite tacitly.

Slowly, the group approached the Wyrmkin crazily absorbing the power of the shadow gem. The Wyrmkin’s attention seemed completely absorbed by the magical power on the wand, oblivious to its surroundings.

Dunn stood up over there, but didn’t catch Wyrmkin’s attention.

"Hey!" Dunn shouted, and only then did Wyrmkin suddenly look over. An arrow whizzed through the dull, moist air and embedded into a gap in Wyrmkin’s armor around the waist.

Wyrmkin held a green long sword in one hand and protected Eredar’s magic wand in the other. He stood up completely, freeing his huge lower body from the mud.

He silently ran towards Dunn, while Surena shouted the Curse of Agony spell. Wyrmkin heard the commotion from this side and turned around, but the Curse of Agony had already taken effect. He screamed in pain, his teeth chattering, and the arm holding the magic wand started to tremble.

Wyrmkin’s throat suddenly swelled, purple venom flowing from his mouth as if he was about to spray it towards the warlocks.

Suddenly, a succubus’s cry came from behind him…only to see a red great sword raised high, with no sight of Molofeel’s figure! The sword struck down, cleaving Wyrmkin in half!

The priest, who was about to use Holy Light magic to protect the warlocks, stood frozen in the swamp, watching as the towering Wyrmkin fell in half in front of them.

The front half of Wyrmkin’s body struggled and thrashed wildly on the ground, while the back half immediately began convulsing irregularly. Molofeel rushed forward again, picked up the sword and chopped off Wyrmkin’s entire upper body, then severed his head with another strike.

With these two strikes, nothing moved anymore.

At this moment, Wyrmkin’s mouth, filled with poisonous liquid, was frozen shut by a blast of frost, and Aubergine had just finished her spell.

"This… fire?" He paused for a moment, looked at the panting Molofeel, then at the Wyrmkin’s body sliced by the red glow of the cursed sword.

"When Drudgemoor introduced Mr. Jurke to me at the tavern earlier, he specifically mentioned Ms. Molofeel," he said as he put down his magic wand. "He thought this succubus alone was worth more than ten gold coins, but I think he was just exaggerating."

"Now, seeing it for myself, he wasn’t exaggerating at all. I hope we have the opportunity to continue working together in the future, Mr. Jurke, Ms. Molofeel."

Jesse looked at the official mage and nodded slowly, a bit dazed, as he had just been planning to cast a Shadow Bolt himself.

"When have I ever deceived you, Aubergine?" Erlan asked, sounding slightly proud.

"Wait, everyone," Dunn said, picking up the Eredarmagic wand left behind by the Wyrmkin. He looked towards the mist-covered deep valley and said, "There’s something going on inside…"