Warlock of the Magus World


Warlock of the Magus World Chapter 968-969

Desert Tribe

A gruesome massacre unfolded by the lake in the grassy plains.

A group of strangely dressed men on one-humped camels attacked the group of adventurers. They wore the trademark attire of the desert, white, loosely fitted robes with a scarf wrapped thickly around their heads, revealing only a pair of wolf-like eyes.

With a whistle from the leader of these camel riders, his men encircled the adventurers, where some of them had even drawn their bows.

Looking at this turn of events, the expression on those adventurers took a turn for the worse.

They were already lacking in numbers, without even mentioning the high-grade equipment being used against them.

"What are they saying?" The female wizard Allerie asked the assassin after casting a few layers of defensive spells on herself.

"They said that… We have intruded on their land, and must use our blood and lives to wash away our sins…"

The assassin leader face darkened as he hurriedly explained, "We're in deep trouble, these are the desert tribes. The original inhabitants of the western desert, and this is the place they call home. They also possess a strange ability for casting curses."

"Hacaree! Hacaree!"

The desert warriors immediately rushed forwards and released the arrows nocked.

A few bamboo-thin warriors leapt high in the air, brandishing sabres with gems embedded in them as they slice downwards in an beautiful arc.

"Good timing!"

The assassin leader shouted as he struck with the dagger in his hand.

An icy blade flashed past as many of the desert warriors fell of the ground, the sabre in their hands shattered into pieces like dancing butterflies.

"Head! How can you strike first and even deal such a fatal blow!"

The other adventurers looked on in disbelief at the leader.

"We don't have a choice…" The assassin smiled wryly, "'hacaree' means don't leave anyone alive…"

However, they did not have the leisure of conversing moments later. The desert tribe leader hopped off his camel and dashed towards the assassin.


A thick and bulky saber whistled through the air, and the gale force brought upon them made the assassin somewhat apprehensive.


"Howling moon art!" The assassin howled and clashed his dagger against the sabre. A surge of qi dispersed into the surroundings, leaving countless pits on the surface of the desert,

*Shing!* Just when the two blades were about to clash, a blade from the desert leader's body flashed. Another small dagger appeared in his hand and he thrust it directly at the assassin's eye.

"Secret technique — Dual Serpentines!"

"Leader!" The female wizard cried out as she pointed with her index finger which glowed and shouted, "Mage Sword!"

An illusory blade appeared in midair and deflected the fatal blow from the desert leader.

"Damn it! Get lost!"

In this situation of life and death, that assassin too unleashed all his might and roared. The muscles on his body began to bulge and very soon, he had turned into a smaller version of a giant.

The dagger in his hands now exerted a larger force, which sent the desert leader staggering backwards.

That desert leader cried in a high pitched tone and hopped away as nimble as a swallow, her eyes clear as water.

"A woman?"

This assassin felt the back of his neck tingling. His carelessness almost had his eyes gouged by a woman.

"Leader, what now?"

At this moment, the arrows fell like rain, throwing the rest of the party into disarray.

"Gather by Awar's side, we will break from the encirclement. Allerie, concentrate and support if needed!" The assassin gave his orders.

"Hah! Berserk!"

The party member Awar was the group's berserker and meatshield. He produced a low grunt and the muscles on his body bulged.

"Bull's Strength! Bear's Endurance!"

Allerie, on the other side, had also added multiple layers of buffs which glowed.

"Hah! Kill!"

After entering berserk mode, Awar seemed to change into a human tank with the shield in his hands, sending many of the desert warriors flying with blood momentarily.

"Wodarnike! Arberdoniya!"

The female desert leader gave a few commands and directed her men to rows of defense. It seemed as though as she did not want to stop until this group of adventurers were dead.

"Your opponent is me!"

The assassin inhaled deeply, before a layer of battle qi was imbued on his rustic dagger.

In the face of peril, this assassin had shown his most tenacious side. He decided to engage directly with the enemy's leader, buying time for his teammates.


The female desert warrior did not say a word. Instead, she crossed her sabres and unleashed her explosive force.

Her body seemed to leave behind an afterimage as she dashed towards the assassin. Her attacks came from all directions, her arms seemingly boneless in their flexibility.

"Hng! Scorching gale blade!"

The assassin shouted coldly. With his eyes blazing, the blade in his hand formed a gale which matched the power of a sandstorm, parrying the attack of the female warrior.

"Ooh… There are actually martial art techniques in this area…"

Leylin leisurely watched on from the air, applying a layer of illusion magic around him.

"That female warrior is nearing the strength of a Legendary, but her technique is at the legendary rank! The desert tribes do have some talents… This group of adventurers are in danger…"

Leylin's estimates were extremely accurate. In a situation where one was in an unfamiliar setting with a smaller number of people, the disadvantage could not be made up by just a sudden burst of strength.

*Thud Thud!* Yellow sand flew in the air. Facing against a berserker like Awar, those desert warriors chose not to engage head on, but to ride their camels, dragging along multiple metal chains behind them.

*Peng! Peng!*

The furious roars of the berserker carried on, yet he was still trapped like a bug in a spiderweb, and could only resist to no avail.

Some time later, the berserker's roars grew softer, and his physique turned back into the original size, looking dispirited.

"Not good, his berserk mode has ended!"

Looking on, Allerie went forward and shove a spiritual force potion down Awar's throat, her face filled with worry.

Even with the resolution of the assassin, he could not help but be demoralised looking at the current circumstances.

"Hmm… If there aren't any reinforcements, then most likely this group of adventurers will perish here…"

Leylin concluded while in midair, "However, their backup has arrived…"

Leylin's face turned solemn as he looked at a direction, pulling his distance away, as if somewhat apprehensive.

While he had used illusory magic to cover his tracks, he was still very likely to be discovered if someone of the same rank was here.


At this moment, in the direction where Leylin was looking at came a very hazy and loud noise. It sounded like the chirps of a thousand birds, and thunder from the sky.


A bright starlike object appeared in broad daylight, with a dazzling afterimage as it shot over with a whizzing noise.

When the object drew closer, it was made out to be a thrown spear. The friction it produced while speeding through the air had turned it a bright red, as if it was going to melt anytime.

This scene could only be made out with Leylin's visual prowess. As for the desert tribe, they could only see a dazzling light shooting towards them, piercing several warriors and camel at the same time, finally landing before the female leader of these desert warriors.


Against such an attack, the desert leader face turned solemn. She withdrew both her hands and crossed them, into a jagged cross symbol.


A loud explosion sounded as steam rose from the ground, followed by the smell of rust.

After the dust and sand had settled, the female desert warrior was no longer there, only broken bits of the sabre were scattered around where she stood.


As if receiving some sort of order, the sand tribe immediately turned their backs and fled, not lingering for one bit.

They retreated quickly and in the span of a few breaths, no one from the sand tribe could be seen, only flurried tracks from the camels remained.

"It's our lord! He's here!"

Allerie squealed, as the assassin and other members heaved a sigh of relief.

"You guys are late!"

A giant, metallic arm reached for the spear as its owner spoke in a booming voice.

He had curly, wine-red hair, and a silvery unibrow. The expression on his face was extremely stern, commanding respect and intimidation.

"Our apologies! Lord Rogero, there were some circumstances on the road…"

The assassin's face turned slightly pale and spoke in a soft voice.

"Also, thank you for saving us, my lord…"

Allerie's eyes held a tinge of adornment, but Rogero did not care the least.

"You bunch of useless creatures! Such a simple matter and you already can't deal with it…Moreover…"

Rogero's gaze seemed dazzling to Allerie, as he looked from her face down to her belly, causing her to turn red.

"You were being followed and no one knew it, you group of fools!"

Rage began to replace the puzzled look on Rogero.

"Hn? Followed? No way, I…"

The female wizard looked blankly at the spear pointed at her, feeling flabbergasted.

Soon after, she was stunned as she looked at her hands.

The original jade white skin now was covered in thick tumors filled with pus. As those tumors erupted, it caused her to wail loudly.


White smoke rose from the body of the female wizard, and her blood-curdling screams struck fear into the heart of others. When the smoke had dissipated, the female wizard no longer stood there, but only a puddle of pus left on the sand.


"What…What happened? Allerie…she…" The assassin stared blankly ahead.

"What a venomous spell, is it a curse-type magic or a poison element spell?"

Rogero squatted by the pool of pus, his expression extremely solemn.

"Right after I discovered a trace, it was decisively broken? The killer behind this is extremely cunning and cold-blooded… It'd be a worthy opponent…"

"Allerie! Allerie!"

Only realising what had happened now, the members all cried out in anguish. Especially Awar, who knelt to the ground, and seemed to have suffered a mental breakdown.

Looking on, the assassin sighed. He had long since knew that Awar had feelings for Allerie, but the female wizard had only set her sights on strong people, which left Awar feeling rather dejected.

But now, the two of them will never be together.

"Is this a venomous curse-type magic by the sand tribe?" The assassin asked as he looked at the sand that left no corpse behind, a chill running through his spine.

"It's very likely not the sand tribe, but the person that had followed you before you entered the desert!"

Rogero shook his head, and the spear in his hands whizzed in a whistling sound.

"Let's go! We can't waste any more time on this. The prophesied event is about to happen… We must reach Snowfall Valley before then…"

"Yes, my lord!"

The assassin and the rest did not have any objections, and very soon set off on their journey.

Only the sizzling pile of pus remained, as if reminding someone that it was once the life a high ranked class which had perished.


Leylin walked out from the darkness in the distance. "I've heard of this name before, he is a legendary that specialises in using spears. Having a high reputation amongst the western region, I never thought that he'd be here today…"

"The gathering of weeping crows and the blood moon… It's soon approaching. I wonder how many experts who are blinded with greed will still be coming…"

Leylin raised his head and looked in the sky as he muttered, before vanishing from the spot.

At this point, he no longer needed a guide.

Because Frostfall Valley was in fact the sacred grounds of the sand tribe, which they had protected for generations.

When he appeared again, Leylin had entered the oasis. He looked around at the mess on the ground and picked a sand tribe corpse from it. Very soon his eyes had flashed with various memory fragments.

"So it's there…"

Spells which could retrieve memories were already considered rare, but this skill to do so from a corpse would shake the world.

After getting the information he needed, Leylin formed a giant scorpion with the sand and looked towards a direction.

He then sat on it and with the point of his finger, the sand scorpion began to sprint towards the direction as if it had life within its body.

However, after arriving at Frostfall Valley, the ongoing scene still left Leylin somewhat flabbergasted.

Corpses! Corpses that filled the area for as far as the eye could see! Many of the sand tribe members had numerous injuries on the bodies. Their faces carried rage, and even utter fear.

It seemed like there were traces of a castle, but right now it had been destroyed by a powerful force and reduced to just a rubble.

"This doesn’t seem to be the style of Rogero and his men…"

Leylin stroked his chin, and looked at a pair of corpses that had died while fighting each other. The sand tribe warrior had a malevolent expression, as he gnawed off the throat of his opponent. The other party had plunged a dagger into the sand warrior's skull, and his eyes were still moist, as if he had planned to sacrifice himself to kill his opponent. However, there was one thing that could not escape Leylin's eyes.

"The aura of death… Is this a necromancy-type magic?"

Leylin reached his hand out and grabbed a black gaseous matter above the corpse.

"It seems like a necromancer came here and raised the undead to wipe the forces of the sand tribe here…"

A necromancer! It was a sub-class of wizards, who fervently delved into the research of the physical body and spirit. They dealt with corpses everyday and in the dark, they engaged in the research of souls which was a taboo. Their presence was unwanted second only to arcane wizards, but were still outcasted the same.

However, a truly strong necromancer had prowess much stronger than peers at the same level. Their summons of the undead would be enough to trample and annihilate kingdoms.

"To crush the sand tribe here with an undead army, this necromancer is very likely a Legendary too…"

Leylin inhaled a deep breath and followed the trail of destruction into the valley.

The further in he walked, the more he could see traces of a bitter battle. Occasionally, there were a piece of bone lying on the floor, seemingly from a broken undead skeleton.

After entering the middle section, Leylin saw several figures.

In the middle section of the valley was a huge field, as if the core of the sand tribe. It was now a mountain of corpses.

Several figures stood facing each other, seemingly in a confrontation.

Rogero and his men were inside. Leylin even saw that Legendary monk that he felt apprehensive about!

The monk shifted a corpse into the ditch. The corpse had a soft body and eyes clear like water. Her eyes spoke of the desire to live. It was the female desert leader from earlier, but now all signs of life was not found.

"Someone else is here!"

Leylin's arrival roused the attention of others. They observed him with wariness in their eyes.

Naturally, Leylin did not reveal his true features, but to use the image of Kukulkan. He wore a mask and dressed in black robes. His appearance was the manifest of evil.

A faintly discernible trace of divine force surrounded the area, preventing all sorts of detections and probings.

"What an intense demonic aura!"

Rogero gripped the spear in his hands tightly, as faint sparks of lightning flashed at its tip.

As for the monk, he put down the task he was doing and looked at Leylin in a hostile manner.

"Haha… I never thought that it'd be someone from our camp!"

Although there were several groups of people standing on the field, it was distinctly divided into two sides.

The monk, Rogero, and a few paladins drew close to each other, which was evident that they had formed a camp together.

As for the other side, they were a few powerful people who were alone. Most of them chose to mask their appearance like Leylin, and exuded an aura of evil as well.

However, on the contrary of the opposing camp, the good alignment, these people did not trust each other as much and maintained their distance from one another.

The person who spoke was a purple haired woman who carried a snake headed whip with nine falls. Behind her stood several powerful people who too took up a very large headcount.

"I'm Evida, and I welcome you my friend. I wonder who you are…"

The purple haired woman's eyes were filled with doubt. After all, the number of Legendaries were limited, and she should have recognised him. However, the vibe that Leylin gave off to her was extremely foreign, and dangerous!

This piqued the curiosity of the woman.

"If I'm able to bring this Legendary stranger to our camp, our divine god will definitely give me a handsome reward…"

As she thought of this, her eyes were only more coquettish, and even her words sounded as if they were honey-coated, intoxicating and tantalising.

However, Leylin did not bother with her at all. Instead, he chose to walk to a corner and give off an unfriendly vibe.

"Damn it, is he blind?"

Evida could only curse him, and doubted her beautiful appearance.

"Well… Now that we are opposing each other, there are simply no benefits to be gotten!"

Evida stared furiously at Leylin and stood out to speak to the good alignment camp. "That skeleton demon has already entered the deeper parts. Do we have to fight here and let it take all of the benefits?"

Evidently, the evil faction still held the upper hand with numbers despite their lack of trust in one another.

"We're here to capture the skeleton demon Illyrio. The floating city is not our concern!"

The leader of the paladins was a middle aged man wearing shining armour. He made his declaration in a low voice.

Even paladins had to learn to compromise. If they, at this moment, begin to shout things like 'eliminate all evil', the only outcome would be them being grinded to a pulp by the evil alignment.

"Cough… We want a certain item from the floating city!" Rogero said.

"Very well! Although there are certain conflicts of interest, but it doesn’t mean that we cannot mediate! Why don't we enter the floating city, and obtain the items we want to our own capabilities?"

Evida suggested.

It was apparent that none of these people here wanted to take action with the absence of a tangible benefit.

When two parties have close to equal strength, coming to an agreement was a common matter.

Even though the opposing camp had not mentioned a word, the legendary monk quietly made his way to the deeper parts of the valley after burying the corpse.


Evida snorted cutely with a satisfied expression, as she brought her men deeper in. The two parties too began to make their way in.

Leylin followed casually behind the group and continued his thoughts, "Skeleton demon? Eeriole? That powerful Legendary? I never thought that he would be here too. It seems like the castle earlier which had been reduced to a rubble was his doing…"