Chapter 79: Making an Enemy
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Frostveil City Teleportation Array
As a small, suddenly glowing hexagram array flared to life, an archer with blood streaming from his throat appeared out of thin air just above the array, barely skimming the ground.
Bang!
Returning to the city, Warwolf—his body tilted at a strange angle as if frozen mid-motion—finally lost control, crashing hard onto the slick surface of the teleportation platform. He lay there for a long moment, unable to rise, looking as wretched as one could possibly be.
Gritting his teeth against the stabbing pain in his throat, Warwolf quickly gulped down two healing potions. Only then did the deathly pallor fade from his face, his complexion slowly returning to normal.
Several seconds later, Warwolf finally calmed down, the panic of his near-death escape ebbing away. As he recalled his ordeal in Blackwind Forest—the humiliating scene of fleeing for his life from a mere first-tier archer—his eyes immediately reddened with rage:
He was a third-tier expert of the Supreme Mercenary Corps! When had he ever suffered such disgrace? He’d almost been killed by a rookie, and if not for the town portal scroll, he might be dead now!
The thought that he’d had to rely on a town portal scroll to escape in such a sorry state filled Warwolf with an unprecedented sense of shame and fury. He clenched his jaw so tightly a grinding sound could be heard.
In the next moment, a voice filled with icy hatred escaped his lips, each word enunciated with venom:
“Scavenger Qilin! I’ll make you regret ever entering Magic Era!”
“You will regret this!!”
Warwolf’s curses, spat through gritted teeth, finally erupted in a hysterical roar. Yet out in the bustling square of Frostveil City, his voice was quickly drowned in the noisy tide of players, not causing any stir at all.
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A minute later, I was already far away from where I’d fought Warwolf, having retreated deep into the heart of Blackwind Forest.
The forest was as silent and still as ever—not a single direwolf in sight, and no trace of any players grinding levels. I found a random patch of shrubbery, sat down, and began to recover my mana.
Once calm, the events that had just transpired replayed swiftly in my mind. I couldn’t help but sigh in frustration:
Damn Dragonwolf Knights, those bastards… This time, I nearly took Warwolf out. No matter what his reputation was in the Supreme Mercenary Corps, their pride was definitely bruised. Add in the town portal scroll, and I’d well and truly made enemies of the Supreme Mercenary Corps…
After all, that scroll cost two hundred gold—worth over three thousand credit points—and Warwolf hardly seemed the generous type.
“Phew…”
The thought gave me a splitting headache.
To be targeted by a top mercenary corps—especially one full of enemies two tiers above me—would make anyone uneasy.
But that wasn’t my biggest concern…
The territory of the Knight’s Empire is the largest in Magic Era, and a metropolis the size of Frostveil City covers an immense region. If I lay low in some corner, with the Supreme Mercenary Corps boasting just over two thousand members—even if they doubled their numbers—they couldn’t possibly track me down.
What truly made me feel unsafe was my own level!
At level 15, I was a walking target—impossible to keep a low profile. If anyone happened to catch sight of me leaving the city, I’d be done for.
After all, this was Frostveil City—the Supreme Mercenary Corps’ home turf! The penalties for a red-named player meant nothing to them here.
I shivered at the thought of how ruthless and brazen those mercenaries could be.
Next time, they wouldn’t be foolish enough to let an archer like me get close… If it were a warrior or mage, a single area skill or spell could wipe me out in an instant!
I sighed inwardly. No matter what, I couldn’t stay in Frostveil City any longer…
It was simply too dangerous!
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Thankfully, the Knight’s Empire is vast.
With hundreds of thousands of cities—over a hundred as large as Frostveil City—the Supreme Mercenary Corps couldn’t possibly hunt me to the ends of the earth, no matter how much they resented me.
At this moment, regret stabbed at me.
I shouldn’t have held back when dealing with Warwolf… Since the grudge was already set, I should have gone all out and finished him off!
Had I done that, not only would Warwolf have lost a level, I might even have scored a piece of silver equipment—players who attack others maliciously have a high chance of dropping gear if killed in retaliation.
Thinking of this, I sighed again: for Warwolf to have used a town portal scroll, he must be rolling in wealth. His gear couldn’t be bad, either!
As I pondered this, a system notification flashed: Whisper from White Valentine.
Perfect timing—I could ask Brother White which city would be best for an archer-warrior…
But before I could ask, White Valentine’s anxious voice exploded in my ear:
“Xiao Lin, don’t tell me you’re still in Blackwind Forest with those rookies?!”
I froze. Earlier, I had mentioned to White Valentine that I was grinding in Blackwind Forest with a team, but I hadn’t told him we’d long since disbanded.
But now didn’t seem the time to explain. White Valentine sounded frantic, as if something terrible had happened.
My heart tightened, and I immediately abandoned my question, asking, “What’s wrong? What happened?”
At once, a regretful sigh came through the channel: “Damn! It’s all my fault!” Then his voice grew even more urgent:
“Forget it, there’s no time! Get out of there! Take your people and head toward the Whitecloud Mines! Leave Blackwind Forest as fast as you can!!” White Valentine’s tone allowed no argument, making my breath catch as I sprang to my feet:
“What on earth happened?”
“Get out of there now! The Gale Direwolf King and its pack have returned to Blackwind Forest!”