Chapter 502

Chapter 502: A Perfect Match

"Felhound?" Greed said, "Are you sure…?"

"Okay," said Jesse as he reluctantly took the Soul Shard handed to him by the imp, raised Gorefiend’s magic wand, focused his mind, and began the summoning ritual. Purplish shadows intertwined to form runes naturally under his feet, and the ritual proceeded smoothly within the shroud of shadows in Deadwind Pass.

Then, the imp suddenly pointed behind Jesse and said, "Hey, chubby, I sense that mage over there, to the east, east! He’s coming this way! Protect my master!"

Greed looked to the east and saw a shadow raising a hand, casting a luminous frost magic. He lifted his warhammer and released a lightning strike directly at the shadow, causing it to explode into smithereens. However, the imp looked puzzled and said, "Well, that… that was just an illusion."

Suddenly, a shadow crevice opened next to the dwarf, and a large Felhound emerged from within. This cow-like sized creature had four long tentacles, its black fur bristling like spikes. As soon as it landed on the ground, its claws dug deep into the earth, emitting a rough, low growl.

Felhound turned to lock eyes with Jesse, not even showing any hostility yet, when a naming incantation in Annihilan language was already recited.

"Just call me Dazhalm."

Jesse didn’t hesitate; this was the first one on the Annihilan Felhound naming list Mor’zul had given him then.

Greed, holding his axe halfway, stared at the Felhound, unsure whether to treat it as an enemy or go after the mage. In his bewilderment, Jesse spoke in Demonic, "Uncover the undead Arcane master, Dazhalm, see through the illusion, find the truth!"

His Demonic was fluent with a hint of demonic flair, as it was personally taught to him by two demons. However, Greed felt uncomfortable all over after hearing it.

"You’re becoming more like an Eredar, Jesse."

"No way," Jesse said. "The harder the enemy, the harder I need to become… the harder for others to accept."

Greed nodded and said, "That’s true."

Upon receiving Jesse’s Demonic command, Dazhalm immediately dashed into the forest to the south, resembling an angry wild boar, emitting low growls as he ran.

On the road!

At that moment, another ghostly figure appeared in the nearby woods, but the Felhound paid no attention, running in one direction. Before the ghost could cast an ice frost spell, Jesse obliterated it with a simple Scorch Curse.

This guy can indeed distinguish the real form of a mage!

The Felhound ran extremely fast, luckily both individuals were in good physical shape and could barely keep up. However, the undead mage was on a whole different level.

After being hit by the Curse of Weakness, the mage could only rely on seizing opportunities to use Blink Spell for quick movements, then hide in the shadows of the forest and Deadwind Pass. If caught by the Felhound now, there would be almost no escape.

After a short chase, Jesse spotted the limping figure ahead. He quickly aimed his magic wand in that direction and cast a spell called Shadow Bolt. A twisted black mass shot out consciously, weaving through trees and bushes, and directly targeting the struggling figure ahead!

The mage sensed the darkness creeping behind him, he chanted another spell, and a faint glow surrounded him… But then, the Felhound let out a sharp howl, making Jesse furrow his brow in discomfort.

Its tentacles shimmered with a colorful arcane energy, the mage ahead seemed to disappear into the shadows, but was quickly pushed out with a shout, stumbling and falling to the ground.

His Blink Spell… was countered?!

Jesse never imagined that even a magical Blink Spell could be countered by a Felhound!

Without hesitation, Dazhalm charged forward. The undead mage, even though on the ground, continued yelling and casting spells. Sharp Arcane Missiles flew towards them, but the Felhound devoured them one by one.

The desperate mage howled and drew a dagger from his waist, raising it with twig-like arms as if ready for a final battle. But the Felhound pounced, tearing off his head, clawing open his chest and skull, greedily consuming the last remaining drop of arcane energy within the Undead Mage…

Jesse took a deep breath, feeling drained after the battle and summoning the Felhound, even in such a shadowy place.

Watching this scene, he remembered the time at The Black Morass when he fought alongside the elven huntress against a group of Felhounds.

If you don’t practice fighting skills regularly, you might end up in this situation.

"Why did he come back to life as a zombie?" Greed asked, looking at the body.

"The dark power of The Tower of Karazhan has resurrected all the bodies in Raven Hill, Greed," Jesse said, picking up the rotting Kirin Tor robe, "There are ghosts everywhere… probably a lot of undead too."

"Master! Master! This machine is reacting!" Saenor pointed at the box that Greed was carrying, containing the Essence of Undeath collector. Jesse looked and saw a stronger arcane energy shining from the seams.

Can it gather the death power of this mage?

Greed immediately took out the machine and placed it on the ground. Jesse stuffed an empty bottle on the outlet, and the imp began shaking it. Greed thought he was shaking too gently, so he joined in vigorously. Before long, a light purple mist sprayed out of the outlet, much more than the lonely soul before!

Jesse watched as the Felhound tore into the body, quickly decaying it. What was once pale skin now looked as shriveled as a mummy.

I wonder how much Essence of Undeath the residual ghost of this Undead Mage can extract…

Setting aside the tattered robe, he discovered that the mage was carrying a cloth bundle.

After opening the cloth bag, there were several books inside. One of them was probably a mage’s journal, but it had been contaminated by the putrid corpse fluids that seeped in, making it filthy and hard to make out the messy writing on it.

There was another book that was blank, probably used to record things with something to write with on the go.

The remaining book was different. Even though it had been soaked in corpse water, it remained unpolluted. The paper inside seemed to be protected by some kind of magical barrier or made from special materials, appearing completely intact.

In short, it was clearly distinct from the other books.