Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 126 The props in the morgue are really useful.

Saul struggled to keep his breathing steady and slowly sat up with a blank expression.

"Hopefully that big ship hasn't come down," Thor muttered, seemingly just trying to comfort himself.

He didn't know the enemy's exact identity, but they were likely from that large ship.

That three-masted sailing ship was very likely a land-based vessel.

According to the diary, regardless of whether Saul confesses that Bill was the murderer, they will not spare his life.

Thor waited a while, and although he couldn't see it, he was certain that the head with the rapidly elongating neck was hovering in front of him.

If he reaches out, he might touch a cold piece of skin.

But Thor can't stay here forever.

He had been lying there for two hours, and he wasn't sure how much patience the other person had left.

Once the other party realizes that they cannot find his companion through Saul, they may lose patience and simply arrest and interrogate him.

Thor, on the other hand, was clearly unable to escape the clutches of the enemy while they were on guard.

He had to come up with a solution.

You must create distance between yourself and the other party, and then find a way to speed up your escape.

Thor doesn't have much time left.

He couldn't see the head, but the other person must have had a way of seeing in the dark to monitor him.

Saul considered several methods, most of which were rejected by the diary.

"I also have a Spirit Armor scroll. If I cast it and immediately run away, will I be able to escape?"

This time, the diary finally did not contain any death predictions.

"The Spirit Armor spell can temporarily hold off the opponent." Thor maintained his squatting and thinking posture, holding his backpack in his arms, but his brain was working at a rapid pace.

"Should I use the Spirit Armor scroll now?" He gritted his teeth inwardly, but did not act immediately.

"I know almost nothing about this enemy..." He closed his eyes, forcing himself to consider another approach, "What if I use Soul Worm on him?"

The diary entry hints to Thor that, unlike the almost instantaneous scrolling, Thor's spell will be detected by the enemy the moment he begins to cast it, and they will then kill him without hesitation.

"So slow-acting spells and similar methods won't work. How about I just use what I'm best at—an instant-cast attack on the undead?"

This diary entry suggests to Thor that attacking the undead is almost ineffective against them, since while the enemies have long necks, they are not long-necked monsters.

"Although the other party looks like a ghost, it does not have the weaknesses of a ghost."

Thor leaned back, his head gently bumping against the earthen wall behind him, as if relaxing after being tense.

Another idea flashed through his mind.

There was no change in the diary.

Thor's eyes flickered.

……

"Lord Hermann, that young apprentice hasn't made a move yet."

While Thor was still figuring out how to get rid of the long-necked man's surveillance, a dozen or so people were busy on the ground.

One of them reported his observations to a third-level wizard apprentice named Herman.

Herman wore a silver wizard's robe that shimmered in the sunlight.

Although he and the people around him were all third-level apprentices, everyone clearly respected him or feared him.

"Are you sure he sent a distress signal?"

Hermann was looking down and fiddling with several instruments he had pulled out of the cave.

"Yes. The communication method is twins, but the specific content of the message is still uncertain."

"How long has it been?"

Another apprentice took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. "It's almost two hours."

"It seems his companions don't really care about him."

At this moment, another wizard apprentice who had been searching nearby walked over, his expression somewhat grim.

"Lord Herman, these people may be apprentices from the Wizard Tower."

The moment the words "Wizard's Tower" were uttered, the busy people around paused. They looked over quietly, seeking Herman's opinion.

Hermann's face flashed with anger as he saw his men's reaction. "Look at you all! What's wrong with the Wizard Tower? If you're scared of this, you might as well get off the ship and go back to being ordinary people!"

Hermann's rebuke silenced the surroundings.

Suddenly, the apprentice who had initially been in charge of reporting on Saul's situation spoke up in surprise, "Lord Herman, the boy we were monitoring has gone missing."

"Huh?" Herman looked up at the question, grabbed the other man by the collar, and said, "You mean a second-level apprentice, or maybe even a first-level one, killed your eight slaves?"

The apprentice was being dragged along, trembling all over, but he could only nod obediently.

Hermann suddenly released him, a smile of interest appearing on his face. "Interesting. I'll go and meet him myself."

After he finished speaking, Herman's silver robe suddenly tightened, transforming from a loose garment into a tight-fitting suit.

Even the hood of the robe was automatically placed on Hermann's head.

Now he was completely covered in silver from head to toe, revealing the powerful physique that had been hidden by the wide wizard's robes.

"Lord Herman, what about us?"

Herman was now standing at the entrance to the cave where Thor was hiding. He pointed at his men, "Kill everyone who appears here. Whether they're from the Wizard's Tower or not!"

After saying that, he jumped into the hole.

Just minutes earlier, Thor was leaning against the wall of the cave below, one hand reaching into his backpack and grabbing something, using his body as cover.

Looking at Saul's head, all you can see is this thin boy curled up on the ground, his hands tightly clutching his backpack.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the depths of the tunnel, along with calls.

"Sol? Are you here?"

The head suddenly turned and peered over, but he didn't even notice anyone approaching!

"Looks like you're in trouble, Thor." A soft laugh rang in the head's ear.

But no matter how much the man stretched his neck, he couldn't find any enemy in the direction the sound came from.

A flicker of fear flashed in the head's eyes.

Just as the head was about to retreat, several sharp spikes suddenly flew out from the surrounding walls and pierced through the neck connected to the back of the head.

The head, screaming in pain, stretched out again, desperately tearing at the source of the sound.

He believed that even if the attacker could become invisible and conceal their presence, they would still be hit by his attack.

But he only managed to bite empty air; there was nothing on the other side.

The spikes softened immediately after piercing the long neck of the human head, and then, as the head tried to attack forward, they wrapped around the neck in circles before driving the spikes deep into the ground.

The head of the person who was about to launch a second attack was instantly ripped to the ground.

The attacks continued to come from all around, not from the front.

Suddenly, it dawned on him: there was no one in front of him at all!

He was played!

The head tried to extend again, but found itself pinned to the ground by five or six tentacles.

The human head revealed a ferocious smile, and with a powerful struggle, it instantly ripped the two tentacles off the ground.

However, because those tentacles were wrapped around his neck more than a dozen times, he was unable to break off all the tentacles that were pulling him.

But he was no longer afraid. The enemy was that skinny boy, and the tentacles on the ground couldn't bind him for long.

"roar!"

Just as the head was about to pull all the tentacles off the ground again, he suddenly felt a hand pressing on his neck, which was still bound by the tentacles.

Then, intense pain accompanied by the sound of bones being chopped came!

As the crowd shifted, Thor pounced and used all his strength to press down on the long neck of the little algae that was still on the ground trying to break free from its restraints.

The diary had already told him that even a small algae could not hold a person's head for more than a few seconds.

But a few seconds is enough.

Thor raised his right hand high, gripping a boning knife tightly, and brought it down hard!

(End of this chapter)