My bloodline is so eager to improve.

As for Otto, he just kept thinking to himself as he ran.

He knew that this matter was far from over, otherwise Maika would not have said such a thing, and there would probably be new attackers!

Chapter 111 The Attack (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

While Otto was pondering this, he had already left the battlefield.

Otto was so fast that he almost became a blurry black shadow.

The wind whistled past his ears, swirling up the withered yellow leaves on the ground and forming a swirling vortex behind him.

In just a few breaths, the deafening shouts, the clanging of metal, and the booming of magical explosions were left far behind, growing fainter and fainter until only the rustling of the wind through the leaves and his own heavy breathing remained.

He dared not linger for a moment, his steps still swift, each step precisely landing on protruding tree roots or hard rocks to avoid making too much noise.

However, although Otto succeeded, the price was that he completely deviated from the original path and plunged into the depths of a forest they had never set foot in before.

This forest is so ancient that it seems to have existed since the beginning of the world.

The towering ancient trees blocked out the sun, their dense branches and leaves intertwining into a pitch-black dome in the dead of night, with only scattered moonlight filtering through the gaps and casting dappled shadows on the ground.

The air was filled with the scent of damp earth, the smell of decaying leaves, and an indescribable, wild aroma of the primeval wilderness.

The ground beneath our feet became increasingly rugged, with vines and thorns coiling around the tree trunks like venomous snakes, posing a constant threat to any unsuspecting pedestrian.

Occasionally, the howls of unknown wild beasts could be heard from afar, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere of the forest.

"Brother Otto, have we... have we gone too far?"

Tessa continued to feign a pitiful appearance, loudly expressing her fears.

She raised her head and looked around timidly, her big eyes filled with unease.

"This place looks scary. Will we be able to find our way back?"

But Otto ignored Tessa's performance.

He slowed his pace, slightly out of breath, and cautiously looked around.

Otto's brows furrowed, and a serious expression appeared on his face.

He could sense that the pursuers behind him had been completely shaken off, but at the same time, they were also in trouble.

The magical environment of this forest is abnormally chaotic, and there is clearly something wrong with it.

Don't worry.

Otto took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm.

"As long as we keep walking in the same direction, we will eventually get out of this forest."

Furthermore, Maika should be able to find us soon, and then we can rejoin the Dragonbreaker Blade team.

But just then, a slight tremor suddenly came from under my feet.

At first, Otto thought it was his imagination, since the ground beneath his feet was somewhat unstable after running so fast.

But soon, the tremors became stronger and stronger, more and more obvious, as if a huge beast was running underground.

The ground began to shake violently, and the ancient trees around it groaned and creaked, with countless leaves falling from the branches like raindrops.

Otto's pupils contracted sharply, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

[The black cat that carries souls suggests you jump to the right!]

Seeing this, Otto did not hesitate at all, and leaped to the side with Tessa in his arms.

Almost at the same instant he jumped away, the spot where he had been standing collapsed violently with a loud bang.

A huge, bottomless crack appeared in the hard ground, and black soil and gravel cascaded down like a waterfall.

Amidst the swirling dust, Otto landed steadily on the trunk of a thick, ancient tree. He shielded Tessa behind him, his right hand already gripping the sword at his waist, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, fixed intently on the collapsed ground ahead.

A new attack has begun.

"Oh?

How could you dodge that?

How did you find out?

A deep, hoarse voice suddenly came from the shadows ahead, carrying a hint of undisguised surprise and amusement.

As the sound rang out, a tall man slowly emerged from behind the tree.

He was nearly two meters tall, and his bronze skin gleamed strangely in the dappled moonlight, covered with crisscrossing, grotesque scars.

Some of these scars were from claws, some from swords, and some from magical burns; each one represents a life-or-death struggle.

He was shirtless, his solid muscles bulging like granite, exuding an explosive sense of power.

His face was painted with a twisted and bizarre barbarian totem in a dark red pigment. The totem looked like a giant mountain split in two, adding an even more sinister touch to his already fierce appearance.

The man held a huge bone staff in his hand, which appeared to be made from the root of an extremely rare iron-hearted elm tree. Its surface was covered with rough textures and exuded an ancient and decaying aura.

The top of the bone staff is inlaid with three human skulls that glow with an eerie light. In the eye sockets of each skull burns a faint green flame, which flickers and emits a chilling aura.

The man narrowed his eyes, looking Otto up and down as he stood on the tree trunk, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

He could sense that although the magical aura emanating from the young man in front of him wasn't particularly strong, his reaction speed was exceptionally fast. If it had been an ordinary superhuman, that sneak attack would probably have caused them to fall into a crevice and be smashed into mincemeat.

"Another attacker."

Otto's heart sank, and he gripped his sword tightly.

He knew that the shaman must have had accomplices, and the man in front of him was clearly one of them.

Damn it!

Otto found it extremely difficult.

The magical aura emanating from the other party surged towards me like a tidal wave. The aura was heavy, wild, and full of savagery, even stronger than when I released it at full power.

Clearly, at least in terms of total magic power, the opponent has the advantage.

This is a powerful shaman who has at least reached the first-tier peak, and may even have touched the threshold of the second-tier grandmaster.

Worse still, due to the great distance, the Magical Ape was unable to discern the other party's true intentions. He could only rely on his experience and intuition to carefully search for a way out.

But at that moment, the surrounding ground changed again.

Countless dark green vines burst forth from the ground like venomous snakes, writhing and coiling, hissing as they frantically lunged at Otto and Tessa.

The tips of these vines were covered with sharp thorns that shimmered with a ghostly blue light, clearly indicating that they were coated with a deadly poison.

Otto's eyes sharpened, and he was about to swing his sword to cut the vines that were rushing towards him, but at that moment, a soft sigh suddenly came from beside him.

The sigh was soft, yet exceptionally clear, as if it were ringing right next to my ear.

Chapter 112 The Spirit of the Withered Tree (Third Update, Please Subscribe)

Otto was startled and turned his head sharply to look.

Suddenly, a rabbit plush toy the size of a palm climbed onto his shoulder.

The doll looked ordinary, with slightly messy white fur, two long, drooping ears, and a pair of red eyes that shone like rubies.

But at this moment, this seemingly ordinary rabbit doll was emanating an extremely powerful magical energy.

With the surge of magic, the vines that were about to pounce on the two suddenly froze in mid-air, as if they had been frozen in place.

Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The golden color gradually appeared all over the vines like a tide, spreading from the roots to the top.

The once dark green, vibrant vines had turned completely golden at this moment.

The moonlight shone on these golden vines, reflecting a dazzling light that made the entire forest seem to be coated with a layer of golden radiance.

This change filled the man standing opposite with unprecedented anger.

"You coward hiding behind your toys, come out and face your death!"

The harsh roar exploded through the forest like thunder, shaking the surrounding leaves and even causing the withered leaves on the treetops to flutter down.

The man slammed the bone cane he was holding heavily on the ground.

Boom!

A dull thud resounded, as if striking everyone's heart.

The ground trembled violently again, and a visible black ripple spread outwards from the bone staff.

"In the name of Grak!"

The man's voice became incredibly solemn and majestic. He held his bone staff high, chanting ancient and obscure incantations.

As the incantation began, the ground shook even more violently.

Countless black roots burst forth from the ground like giant pythons, twisting, coiling, and merging wildly, rapidly coalescing behind the man.

Thick tree trunks, sharp thorns, eerie vines, and countless animal and human skeletons scattered throughout the forest were all coiled up by these black roots and tendrils, gradually merging into a terrifying giant spirit that stood four meters tall.

This is the wild spirit, the withered tree spirit, which Glock has nurtured over many years with the help of the souls of past sages and the barbarian god Grak.

The body of the withered spirit is made of the hardest ironwood, and its surface is covered with a layer of bark as thick as armor, covered with deep grooves and twisted patterns.

Not only that, but the withered spirit's arms were covered with sharp barbs, each barb gleaming with a cold light.

Its head had no face in the true sense, only a huge, empty eye socket with two blazing green flames burning inside.

With each breath, its chest exhales a chilling, putrid aura. The surrounding vegetation withers, turns black, and turns to ash the moment it comes into contact with this chilling aura.

Glock's withered spirit had previously fused with the power of dozens of carnivorous vines.

Now its aura has reached a new level, and even ordinary mages would probably find it difficult to contend with it.

Thinking of this, Glock's lips curled into an even more cruel smile.

He looked at the rabbit doll standing on Otto's shoulder with disdain and contempt in his eyes.

"I've heard that there's an alchemist in Oak Town who never shows his face."

But does a piece of trash hiding behind a toy deserve to call himself a master like me?

In Glock's view, such a sorcerer who relies on external objects to carry his will is nothing more than an opportunistic coward.

If the doll is destroyed, her soul will vanish into thin air like a rootless duckweed.

"Go, withered spirit."

Crush that toy, drag her soul out and devour it!

Glock grinned and waved the bone staff in his hand.

The withered tree spirit let out a muffled roar, a sound as piercing as an old tree snapping, causing the surrounding air to buzz.

It swung its wooden fist, as big as a millstone, with a whooshing sound, and smashed it hard at Otto, who was sitting on the rabbit doll.

Wherever the fist passed, the air was compressed into a visible shockwave, producing a crackling sound.

The trees along the way were smashed to pieces the moment they came into contact with the shockwave, as if they were made of paper, with wood chips flying everywhere.

Amidst the swirling wood chips, Otto darted away like lightning.

He held Tessa and nimbly weaved through the dense tree trunks, narrowly dodging the powerful punch from the withered spirit.

Boom!

The withered spirit's fist slammed heavily into the ground, instantly cracking countless fissures and creating a huge crater where Otto had been standing.

Otto landed on a relatively slender tree trunk, panting heavily, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

That was really close. If he had been even half a beat slower, he and Tessa would probably be turned into mincemeat.

He looked at the rabbit plush toy on his shoulder, a helpless expression on his face.

"I said, use whatever means you have, I can't hold out for much longer."

Otto was on the verge of tears.

When attacked, the rabbit plush toy jumped onto his shoulder, using him as a mobile artillery platform.

Now, they have no choice but to bite the bullet and fight back.