Descent of the God of Magic Chapter 17

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-Chapter 17, DGM-

Glaston city, flower garden district.

A snorting sound could be heard from the warm breath of the earth hound as it sniffed the streets. Behind it was the dark elf magician Holm and a dark elf a.s.sa.s.sin.

The art of pursuit was a careful craft. The earth hound could not be rushed as it could follow the wrong scent toss all their efforts would go down the drain. Naturally, the speed of the pursuit could not be increased. A full hour went by before a group of dark elves finally traced the dock at which Link entered the river from.

After this, a huge incident happened; the trail of scent was broken.

The large earth hound incessantly circled on the docks, letting out low roars. It looked like it was helpless.

"Senior, he definitely used a boat. What should we do?" Terry asked.

"Rubbis.h.!.+" Holm coldly snorted, standing on the edge of the docks. He looked at the water, pondering for a while before the outlines of a plan formed itself in his head. "Follow alongside the river downwards to search for him. It is impossible for him to always be on the river; he must have landed somewhere."

"Senior, what if he swam upstream?" Terry hesitated.

Was this dark elf a r.e.t.a.r.d? Holm shot him a sidewards glance. "Rowing a boat upstream. The amount of magicians unable to do that outnumber the ones able to by a hundred. You tell me, should we search upstream or downstream?"

"Downstream." Terry was thoroughly convinced. Indeed, rowing a boat counterstream required both technique and strength, which even he, as a warrior did not possess. There was no need to mention the scrawny body of a magician.

A group of dark elves landed, scouring along the river. Throughout the entirety of their pa.s.sage, they ignored all the troublemakers scattered about flower garden district. Truth to be told, n.o.body dared to find trouble with them either.1idk if u rmb but there was this bunch of criminals who lived in the slums? They came out when they discovered the absence of city patrol guards

After walking for a solid 20 minutes, the ma.s.sive earth hound suddenly let out a low growl. It quickened its footsteps, lowering its enormous head to sniff the ground.

"Found him!" Holm was delighted as his heart let out a whoop of glee. The pursuit this time was a gamble. Before this, n.o.body could guarantee they would succeed in picking up Link's scent again. Contrary to their expectations, he had succeeded.

Holm could sense the gazes of admiration and respect from the surrounding dark elf a.s.sa.s.sins, and he reveled and bathed in it.

Unconsciously, he stuck out his chest more, his nose raised the highest in the air.

This was the entrance of the business district. Although the streets were bleak and desolate, there were a few stray fleeing figures. The populaion ma.s.s here was economical compared to flower garden district. Scouring Link's scent here was much more manageable. The earth hound begin to pick up the clip of tracking.

After another hour, Holm and his band of dark elf a.s.sa.s.sins found themselves at the entrance of the old city district. The orange hue of the sun was already dawning.

"This is worrying. Don't tell me he traveled to the old coty district to save that female captain from the third miliyary department?" Holm's eyebrows contracted. He knew that one of the main missions involved female captain. She was a cut above ordinary fighters, and they had to capture her alive to boot.

"Step up the pace!" Holm ordered. He had a premonition something bad had occurred.

There were even less people in the old city district. The earth hound's speed picked up again. Within 10 minutes, Hom had reached the vicinity of the plaza fountain.

The situation in the plaza made the jaws of the dark elves drop.

All the buildings lying in the vicinity of the plaza had been reduced to burning crisps and smothered ashes, leaving only detritus and ruins behind. Wisps of black smoke rose from the ruins, showing that a large fire had just been put out.

A dozen grosteque and mangled corpses lay openly in the plaza. Although it was difficult to identify them, it could be inferred that these were dark elves upon closer inspection of their builds and the tattered remnants of their garments.

Holm's sharp eyes spotted the damp condition of the ground. Stretching out his hand, he felt the frigid moisture. There were even some melting slags of ice on the ground.

"This is secondary hailstorm…he was here!" Holm's face contorted, not only because the magician had pa.s.sed here, but also because he understood the strength of the magic spell.

Secondary hailstorm was a level 2 magic spell. This young magician brat was unexpectedly a level 2 magician and not the level 1 he had initially a.s.sumed.

Now that his level was on par with Holm's, this issue had gone slightly out of hand.

However, Holm had unshakeable faith in his own magic ability. 'The opponent is young and lacking in experience. Even if he has learnt this magic spell, he definitely lacks the technique in fighting. If we fight straight, I'll definitely be able to defeat him!'

Holm had immersed himself in magic for years, and had developed his own unique understanding of magic. This was the impetus for his confidence.

Footsteps sounded out from behind him. It was Terry.

Terry approached Holm with another dark elf a.s.sa.s.sin. Holm's astonis.h.i.+ng memory allowed him to recognise this dark elf had not joined the pursuing troops of dark elf a.s.sa.s.sins. This meant that this dark elf had witnessed the fight at the plaza.

"Exactly what happened here?" Holm enquired.

The dread in the a.s.sa.s.sin's voice was palpable as he spoke. "It was sorcery, diabolical sorcery! He summoned a storm of ice and snow, and slayed the captain, escorting Annie Abel away."