Morland - Blood and Sweat [Ongoing✓]

Chapter 11 : Arise, Arts of the Dragon II

- FAR OUTSKIRTS, QUARIA -

Hielgan burst forth with incredible speed as he quickly recovered the lost ground.

The pursuit had gone on for several minutes, whoever had captured Shaemus must have been a formidable enemy to force him to run for so long. Hielgan followed Shaemus' aura northwards towards the highlands on the outskirts of the kingdom of Quaria.

As he approached Shaemus' location he noticed that the presence he had been going after had stopped moving, and to his surprise, [Presence-Reminder] immediately counted new presences' in the location.

'Why did they suddenly stop?' He wondered.

Hielgan approached the area cautiously wary of any traps that might have been set up beforehand.

'I sense more enemies nearby, this must be their base.'

The enemy base was encamped near a cave slotted within the jagged hills, Hielgan could sense eight enemies with his ability. Shaemus' aura was mixed up with two auras, while the rest of the enemies were in groups of three.

"This might take longer than I thought," Hielgan muttered to himself.

Hielgan saw the individuals and noted the familiar outfits, black hooded robes, a few from the groups carried staves in one of their hands. Hielgan could feel large amounts of aura spewing from the staves and a strange dark aura oozed from their bodies like pus from a rotten wound.

'What are they? sorceresses?' Hielgan wondered.

Hidden behind a large boulder, Hielgan watched from a distance as the pair that had captured Shaemus dragged him to the center of the camp and bound him with rope, it was hard for him to gauge their strength, however, since they had managed to capture Shaemus, they could be as strong as he was.

"You think they followed us?" One of the sorceresses asked another.

"They killed Smud, so I can't tell." The other replied. "Either way, they'd be crazy to follow us down here."

One of the sorceresses let out a wicked cackle as they returned to their posts guarding Shaemus.

'Damn hags, they are a complete opposite matchup for me.' Hielgan analyzed his situation. 'If I make a wrong move, they will overwhelm me with their foul magic.'

Hielgan's father had taught him much about the various enemies that roamed across Morland, sorceresses and witches fought in a similar way, but sorceresses were more powerful since, above the curses they used, they also implored powerful attack spells against enemies.

Having dragon's blood in his veins naturally increased his resistance, but the sorceress had spells capable of reducing an individual's resistance and slowing them down in the process.

Hielgan would have to take down each group without wasting a second, to do that he began to gather a massive amount of aura.

"What is that?"

It did not take long for the sorceress to notice a large mass of aura emanating from an area in the caves, another sorceress appeared from another chamber within the caves she had a gray robe, and instead of a hood, she adorned her hair with a circlet with a black gem at its center.

"Bossie..."

The sorceress scanned the area trying to pinpoint the source of her irritation before screaming out as though she was in pain, she suddenly fell to her knees as one of the sorceresses rushed to help her up.

"Bossie let me help..."

"Leave me!" Bossie exclaimed. "How can you fools not sense the hideous mana filling this cave?!"