Wizard Earl

Chapter 687 The Magic Array Traps the Enemy

Of course, the Ferguson bomb's formidable power was not only due to Connor's skill, but also greatly related to the materials used to forge it. Even with Connor's considerable wealth, he racked his brains and could only manage to create a mere six Ferguson bombs. From the day he mastered the Ferguson bomb, Connor treasured it greatly and was reluctant to use it, wanting to save it for a life-saving moment. Now, with his life at stake, Connor finally put it to use, throwing them all out to stop old Victor from chasing him.

Although his Ferguson bomb was incredibly powerful, Connor was still very clear that while it would cause trouble for old Victor, it wouldn't kill him, and even severely injuring him would be difficult. So he needed to run away. With the lightness spell of his black magic robe, Connor ran a full two kilometers in one go. Just when Connor could no longer sense old Victor's presence and thought he had shaken him off, he relaxed a little and prepared to change his appearance and head to his safe house to recuperate.

Connor suddenly felt a cold gaze fixed on him from behind. He stiffened instantly, turned around, and saw old Victor, disheveled and leaning on a cane, standing a hundred meters away, staring intently at him! Compared to his initial composure, old Victor now looked utterly disheveled!

"Young Master Connor, I must admit, I underestimated you. Your strength is greater than I imagined," old Victor said solemnly, looking at Connor.

After recovering from the shock of Old Victor's sudden appearance, Connor didn't speak, but just shook his head helplessly. Old Victor was really like a stubborn mule; he had tried almost every trick in the book, but unfortunately, he still couldn't get rid of this old man.

"The professor told me long ago that this day would come sooner or later, and now it seems it has indeed come true..." Old Victor said with his head down, making a seemingly random remark.

"Butler Victor, Martina is dead at your hands too. What exactly do you want?" Hearing old Victor's lament, Connor sensed something amiss and, becoming wary, asked:

"What did Martina tell you?" Without answering Connor's question, old Victor looked at Connor and asked him in return:

After a moment's thought, Connor decided not to hide anything and frankly said, "My mentor's background, his full name Reyes Ferguson, and the fact that he's doing something big in the capital, Bernabéu, and won't be returning to Loen anytime soon."

Upon hearing the name Reyes Ferguson, a mocking smile appeared on old Victor's lips. He then looked at Connor and said, "Didn't Martina tell you some lie, like the professor is some Stefano Ferguson's illegitimate son?"

Sensing the implication in old Victor's words, Connor's heart skipped a beat. However, just as Connor was about to test old Victor's words, old Victor spoke again, saying, "Young Master Connor, the professor is indeed of the same clan as you, and his name is indeed Reyes Ferguson, but he is definitely not Stefano Ferguson's illegitimate son, as they speculate!"

"And young master Connor, if you want to know more, such as why the professor devoted so much effort to cultivating you, even going so far as to impart 'Reyes Alchemy' and 'Abyssal Arcane Arts' to you, what exactly was his purpose?"

"Old Victor, I can answer all these questions! But first, young master Connor, you must defeat me. If you can't do that, then I, Victor, won't hesitate to take your life!" Old Victor said coldly, looking at Connor.

After carefully listening to old Victor's information-packed words, Connor took a deep breath. He steeled himself. Although he was very interested in the answers to the questions old Victor had asked, it was clear that Connor's primary goal was not to get the answers from old Victor, but to escape his pursuit and survive.

The situation is now very clear. He definitely can't outrun old Victor. Although the Ferguson bomb made old Victor look disheveled, it didn't achieve the actual effect Connor wanted: to stop old Victor from chasing him. So, he can't outrun him, and he can't get rid of him either. The only option left for Connor is to confront old Victor head-on!

Thinking of this, Connor's gaze sharpened, and without any further thoughts, he took out the Castia Staff from his spatial ring again and charged directly at Old Victor, who was a hundred meters away. His stance made it seem as if he was going to engage in close combat with Old Victor.

Seeing Connor rushing over, old Victor raised his cane without hesitation and swung it at Connor. Several golden light slashes immediately shot out from the cane and enveloped Connor. Facing the incoming golden light slashes, a cold light flashed in Connor's eyes. Instead of passively defending as before, he raised his right hand, and an abyss chain shot out from his palm, clashing with the golden light slashes.

Perhaps due to the fierce battle with Connor, old Victor's magical power had declined. In addition, he was hit by Martina's green arrow and was also injured. In the clash with Connor's Abyss Chains, old Victor's golden light slash did not gain any advantage. It only managed to destroy some of the black flames wrapped around the Abyss Chains before dissipating!

Under the cover of his Abyss Chains, Connor had successfully broken through from a hundred meters away to within about ten meters of old Victor. Sensing that he had entered the distance he wanted, a glint flashed in Connor's eyes. He then stopped and slammed the Castilian Staff in his hand heavily on the ground!

"Bang!"

The moment Castia's staff touched the ground, it made a loud thud, and with that thud, a blue-black six-pointed star magic circle appeared beneath Old Victor's feet, ten meters away from Connor.

Sensing the Castilian magic circle floating beneath his feet, Old Victor's eyes widened in surprise. However, despite his surprise, Old Victor reacted swiftly, unleashing a protective golden light that prevented the Castilian magic circle from solidifying beneath his feet. Under the suppression of Old Victor's golden light, the rapidly forming Castilian magic circle beneath his feet came to a standstill.

(End of this chapter)