Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 388 Pursuit
clatter! clatter!
Almost the instant the two separated, Rishiri and Gerus landed heavily beside Bowers like meteorites, their footsteps leaving tiny cracks in the solid ground.

At the same time, the air currents surged, and Su Ming and Zi Jin's figures also gracefully floated in the air.

"Rishuri, Gerus, Powers!" Violet's gaze swept quickly in the direction the two figures had disappeared, and she commanded rapidly, "The three of you go after that goblin apprentice immediately! You must capture him alive!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the three of them nodded in unison, their figures vanishing instantly. Following the faint scent and traces left by the young goblin thief, they swiftly pursued him in a flanking maneuver.

While the goblin thief was indeed unpredictable and slippery, the three members of the Rishuri gang were no pushovers either. With the three of them working together, it would be virtually impossible for him to escape!
"What about us?" Su Ming withdrew his gaze from the direction they had disappeared and turned to Zi Jin to ask.

“Let’s go after Saxon!” Violet took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the dark alleyway where the sorcerer had disappeared, her tone calm. “Let’s do our best and leave the rest to fate!”

Su Ming immediately understood Zi Jin's tactical intentions. As a master of trickery who had stepped into the threshold of the Saint rank, it was reasonable that Saxon could not defeat them when they joined forces, but capturing this old hand who was proficient in illusion, escape and disguise was almost an impossible task.

Their role at this moment is to actively pursue and apply pressure, distract the sorcerer Saxon, and buy time for Rishuri to successfully capture the goblin apprentice!
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In the instant the conflict suddenly broke out at the port, Powers, Rissori, and Gerus, with their extraordinary perception, had already roughly located the magical fluctuations on the goblin apprentice.

Although it was impossible to pinpoint the location of this slippery target, its general direction and area of ​​escape were as clear as ripples in water.

The three of them instantly and in perfect unison, like three large nets spread out, cutting into the intricate streets and alleys from different angles, trailing behind the goblin.

This young goblin was named Brookka.

In fact, he wasn't young. Brookka had been training with the sorcerer Saxon for a full forty years. It was just that he had a naturally baby face, and humans weren't good at recognizing the age characteristics of goblins, which gave them the false impression that he was "young."

Seeing that he was being relentlessly pursued, Brookka immediately began a dazzling performance. He moved swiftly, frequently using disguises, sometimes hiding in the shadows, sometimes disguising himself as an ordinary goblin laborer passing by, doing his best to confuse his pursuers and slip away from this invisible encirclement.

This bizarre tactic certainly caused considerable trouble for Rishuli and his companions. This was the Greenthorn Harbor district, and as far as the eye could see, there were only dark green goblin figures.

For humans, it's already difficult to distinguish between goblins, let alone identify a specific target from this crowd of "green-skinned" people.

However, each time Brookca changed his identity and blended into the crowd, it took time and magic, so his actual escape speed was far slower than he hoped. If only one person were chasing him at this moment, he might have already escaped successfully.

Unfortunately, he was now surrounded by three experienced and powerful individuals!
The chase quickly turned into a test of endurance. Brookka couldn't completely shake off his pursuers, while Rishiri and his team could only pinpoint his movements within a general area, unable to immediately close in and capture him.

The two sides maneuvered through the crowded streets, and Brookka gradually led the chase towards the darker side of Greenthorn Harbor—the Lower City.

In stark contrast to the relatively clean and orderly scene in the upper district, this was a shantytown built from garbage, filth, and despair. Twisted, rusty, massive pipes, like the intestines of a monster, crisscrossed and connected dilapidated houses constructed of scrap metal and rotten wood, seemingly on the verge of collapse. Underfoot, foul-smelling, greasy sewage flowed freely, converging into filthy streams.

But the three remained inseparable and even began to grow closer.

Brookka's heart sank, and anxiety tightened around him like vines. If this continued, he would eventually be forced out of the city. Once in open terrain, without the cover of the complex landscape, he would have nowhere to hide!

The three men hot on his heels were clearly not merciful. He began to resent his teacher, Saxon—why did he have to provoke these tough guys?

Why not just steal from easy targets and quietly make a fortune?

But since things had come to this, Brookka gritted his teeth and decided to take them to a nearby hideout.

He meandered through the alleys, the route becoming increasingly deep and secluded. The number of goblin figures visible ahead dwindled until only empty, dilapidated alleyways remained.

Finally, Brookka stopped at the end of a dead end filled with huge, dilapidated alchemical wreckage.

He forcefully lifted a heavy metal cover that looked rusted solid, almost blending into the surrounding corroded pipes, revealing an extremely low, narrow, sloping entrance to a passageway that could only accommodate one person at a time. Even a short goblin had to hunch over deeply to squeeze in.

Brookka turned around, his back against the dark entrance of the passage, facing the three figures that were following him like shadows, rushing towards him swiftly. The tension and fear on his face during his escape vanished instantly, replaced by a playful expression that mixed smugness and provocation.

He's absolutely safe here!

"If you're so capable, then try and catch me in!" he silently shouted to the sky in his heart.

Above, a cold glint flashed in Rishiri's eyes, and without any warning, his arm suddenly swung out! The long, narrow bone blade, formed from stark white bones, shot out like a poisoned arrow, accompanied by a piercing sound, aiming straight for Brookka's face!
Brookka was prepared and reacted quickly, taking several steps back and instantly shrinking his entire body into the low, dark passage.

The bone blade followed closely, about to pierce the hole!
Om-!
A powerful energy surged from the cave entrance, and a semi-transparent light shield, shrouded in complex runes, instantly appeared, colliding violently with the incoming bone blade! The goblins' defensive installations at their hideout had been activated!

boom!
Blinding light and violent energy fluctuations clashed and clashed fiercely at the cave entrance, producing a teeth-grinding cutting sound!

(End of this chapter)