Warlock Apprentice

Angel thought this was surely where he would meet his end, but, to his surprise, the expected attack did not hit him.

From the chunk of ice containing a white dragon scale in his arms, milky white glows emerged, enveloping Angel in layer after layer.

It was like a transparent spherical shield wall, on which a distinct “snowflake” pattern could be clearly seen.

The attack of the Dark Gold Gargoyle hit the shield wall and was deflected at a ninety-degree angle. The purple star curtain was reflected onto the ground, kicking up dust and creating a gigantic pit on the spot.

“This is…” Angel looked at the spherical shield wall around him, his eyes flickering with surprise and doubt. The shield was so strong that it reflected the Dark Gold Gargoyle’s attack without any ripples. This indicated how solid the shield wall was.

Moreover, Angel noticed that while inside the shield wall, he could faintly sense the drifting aura of frost, which made him even more pensive.

“Perhaps, this frozen white dragon scale comes from an Abyssal Frost Dragon?”

This thought only circled in Angel’s mind for a moment, he didn’t dwell on it, for escaping from here was of greater importance now.

Taking advantage of the dark gold Gargoyle’s momentary daze, Angel twirled and dashed into the “Bone Crow black cloud.” Now with the spherical shield wall for defense, he was not worried about the Bone Crows’ attack, and he simply barged through!

The way was extremely smooth, smoother than Angel could have imagined.

Neither the Bone Crows nor the dark gold Gargoyle made a move to stop him; as he rushed into the flock of Bone Crows, he actually gave them a fright. Scattering like mice who had seen a cat, they abandoned their previously strict formations and fled in all directions.

Angel glanced over his shoulder with his peripheral vision and saw that not only the Bone Crows but also the dark gold Gargoyle that had been pursuing him retreated as if they had seen a natural predator. Then, under Angel’s watchful eye, it fled back to its own cliffside cave and disappeared from sight.

In less than two minutes, the entire sky, once filled with the pursuing army, was devoid of them, leaving only a baffled Angel, still hovering in mid-air.

Angel looked down at the ice-sealed dragon scale in his hand. Surely a passive shield wall shouldn’t be terrifying enough to scare them this much? He guessed to himself, could it be the aura of this dragon scale that had shaken those cowards?

So Fafnir had left this trump card for him? No wonder she hadn’t been worried about him before.

Angel murmured to himself in his heart, then turned around, preparing to head for Ice Valley.

But as Angel turned his head, his heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

—Startled.

A gigantic dragon, with terrifying red flames erupting all over its body, abruptly appeared not far behind Angel, emitting no aura, and even its flames bore no heat.

Mist swirled around its fierce dragon head, its cold vertical pupils silently observing Angel.

To be precise, it was eyeing the ice-sealed dragon scale in Angel’s hand.

For a moment, there were no words between them.

This silent gaze lasted only a few seconds, yet to Angel, it felt as if thousands of years had passed. Swallowing hard, Angel was almost certain that the Abyssal Flame Dragon before him must be Odeclass.

In Fafnir’s words, it was a kin of hers, and a predecessor she respected.

But in the Wizards’ Realm, the Abyssal Dragon of Ice Valley was known as a creature with an unpredictable temper and a chaotic allegiance.

Angel could feel that Odeclass was looking at the ice-sealed dragon scale in his hand with an emotional gaze, one that carried reminiscence, solemnity, and a deep sense of longing that seemed too thick to dissolve.

The fact that so much information could be conveyed through its vertical pupils indicated that Odeclass’s level of concern for this white dragon scale was beyond imagination.

Whose dragon scale could this white one possibly be?

After an unknown length of time, when Odeclass’s flames had evaporated the high atmosphere into a foggy haze, a grand and dignified spiritual will descended upon Angel’s mind.

“Why do you possess the scale of Binaqionse?”

“Esteemed Lord Odeclass, I am not aware of to whom this dragon scale belongs. It was Fafnir who asked me to bring it to You,” Angel replied respectfully.

“Fafnir.” Odeclass suddenly snorted coldly, with what seemed like a flash of concealed anger in the sanguine vertical pupils.