This wizard only wishes to be a teacher-Chapter 70 - 66 Traces Curse

Chapter 70: Chapter 66 Traces, Curse

Chapter 70 -66 Traces, Curse

Lilia glanced at the vine arrow that Lucien had passed to her, and then shifted her attention back to the dense fog that enveloped the vast forest around them.

Crack, crack, crack…

With a wave of her hand, Lilia sprinkled clusters of cold, icy air. When this icy air encountered the thick fog nearby, it quickly froze the moisture within the fog, turning it into tiny hailstones that fell to the ground, and in doing so, cleared a small “safe area” where the fog was relatively thin.

“It’s no use, the fog is too thick,” Lilia said as she watched the fog continue to pour in from all sides. Reluctantly, she waved her hand again, but after a few attempts, Lilia gave up this behavior that needlessly consumed spiritual power.

It was then that several more arrows were shot their way. However, Lucien and his team were prepared this time, with several Wizard Apprentices joining forces to unleash defensive witchcraft and block the incoming vine arrows.

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Without hesitation, Lilia launched a counterattack.

She waved her hand and instantly several thin ice needles appeared, shooting towards the direction from which the arrows had come at high speed.

Lucien closed his eyes and under the effect of witchcraft, his head began to rapidly transform. As his head changed, his perception of the insects he had released also increased exponentially.

However, the vision of those insects was also severely hindered by the thick fog, and as a result, in Lucien’s perception, their field of view was mostly a white expanse.

“Hm?” Lucien suddenly noticed something unusual in one insect’s perspective. Without caring about revealing his methods, he stimulated his spiritual power and remotely controlled the mosquito to move in a certain direction as fast as possible.

Of course, the insect, acting abnormally due to Lucien’s control and emanating a faint aura of witchcraft, was quickly exposed, and the perspective it provided disappeared abruptly.

“To the southwest, there are only three people! And judging by the aura, they appear to be only Second-level Wizard Apprentices. Someone just got injured by your ice needles,” Lucien opened his eyes and then looked towards Lilia.

“Can you determine their location?” Lilia asked, relieved upon hearing the strength of their opponents. After all, it was quite troublesome to fight an equal-level opponent in an environment unfavorable to their own side, but if the enemy was only on the level of a Second-level Wizard Apprentice, they would at most cause some minor inconveniences.

Lucien shook his head. He had spotted the true bodies of the enemies through detection witchcraft, but that group of half-forest elves was too agile in the jungle. Perhaps he could catch up if he fully unleashed his witchcraft and used Shadow Stealth, but he might also get lost in this Fog Tide, a risk not worth taking.

“Have those fairies gone mad?!” Lilia muttered a curse under her breath. She couldn’t understand why three fairies would risk their lives to obstruct her and Lucien.

It wasn’t like a fight for treasures or resources but more like a wild beast’s desperate attempt to survive!

“Let’s move forward,” Lucien said, having thought of something. He called out and then led the team toward the location where he had spotted those three half-fairies through the insect’s perspective.

“Did you find anything?” Once Lucien and his party reached the place where the group of half-fairies had ambushed them, Lilia checked the traces around them, including ice needles embedded in the nearby trees and some man-made marks.

Lucien, on the other hand, crouched down and carefully dug out a clump of mud stained with blood from the ground, then showed it to Lilia for examination.

Lilia’s eyes brightened.

“Leave it to me,” she said, and from her waist, she took out a somewhat crudely made cloth doll.

The voodoo doll was made quite carelessly, one eye was a button and the other a small stone, the mouth was simply drawn on with charcoal pencil, overall it looked like a child’s scribble.

“Kill him for me, Adeline,” Lilia said, extracting the blood that had dripped into the soil through witchcraft and smearing it on the mouth of the voodoo doll.

“Adeline… help… friend…” The voodoo doll’s mouth moved slowly, and the eyes made from a button and a stone were now emitting a red glow.

…

Meanwhile, two figures were racing through the mountains.

They looked a lot like humans but had a pair of beast ears and from the thighs down they possessed slender beast hooves, akin to enlarged deer legs.

And it was precisely because of their beast hooves that they ran through the rough mountain forest with ease, even unconsciously forming special natural witchcraft that accelerated their speed even further.

“Amu, put me down…” said one of the male half-elves, who was at that time carrying a companion on his back.

However, she was pale, and at her abdomen, there was a visible wound.

“Tao, don’t talk nonsense, I won’t give up on you,” said the half-elf called Amu, tears welling up in his eyes. His companion holding the equipment was also constantly comforting the injured Tao.

The Tao on his back was not only his childhood sweetheart with whom he had grown up, but also the wife of his dreams, the best woman in the world!

“Amu…” Tao tried to say something, but suddenly her body shook violently, as if her throat was seized by something, making breathing extremely difficult, let alone speaking.

“Tao… Tao?!” Amu noticed the anomaly with Tao, he stopped in his tracks, trying to help Tao out of her predicament, but found he was utterly incapable of dispelling the sudden curse on her.

“…mu… escape, escape…” Tao’s cheeks were already turning slightly purple from lack of oxygen, yet she still opened her eyes wide, opened her mouth and struggled to mouth the words.

Then, the light in her eyes completely disappeared.

“Aaaah!” Amu, the half-elf, holding Tao who had stopped breathing, had an indelible sorrow in his eyes.

“Amu, let’s go!” The nearby half-elf, though heartbroken, took hold of Amu’s hand.

“Uncle, Tao is dead! Tao is dead!” Amu now looked toward the other half-elf, his eyes reddening.

“If we fail this time, neither you, nor I, nor Xiao Qian will survive! Tao is not the first, nor will she be the last, let’s move!”

The companion urged, occasionally glancing back, those emerald eyes seemed to see through the layers of fog, spying Lucien and his group approaching from afar.