Chapter 160: A Passerby in a Western Fantasy Adventure 9
Under the moonlight, a black shadow was running fast along the sand. Far behind it were several other black shadows. The distance between them was shrinking as time passed.
The wolf's claws tightly grasped the obsidian wrapped in animal skin. The night wind in the desolate land was particularly cold. Hearing the movement getting closer and closer behind him, a trace of despair emerged in his pupils. If he continued like this, would he be able to complete the task assigned by the leader?
Suddenly, the hair on his back stood up, and with the intuition honed from life-and-death struggles, he threw himself diagonally forward. A sharp arrow with a cold glow grazed the long hair beside his ear.
Wolf Claw's breathing stagnated, and he didn't dare to stop for a moment. He rolled in the sand and continued to run towards his destination.
At this time, inside the newly built cottage.
Abner looked at the curious Cathy and said, "Look, the magic pattern on the obsidian in my hand is glowing, which means that the allies of the Magic Association's Wild Land Branch are in danger nearby."
Cathy dug out the memory about obsidian from her mind. Yes, every magic club has an obsidian engraved with a unique magic pattern as the key to activate the club's defense formation, and opposite this key there are many small obsidians as simple copies.
These small obsidians are also engraved with the unique magic patterns of the corresponding magic associations. Once an individual or organization lends a helping hand and makes a significant contribution when the association is in danger, the president of the association will award them a small obsidian as a token of trust, and register it and upload it to the headquarters of the magic association.
If the holder of Obsidian encounters danger in the future, he can take this token to any magic branch to seek help. After the receptionist verifies his identity, he will do his best to help him.
Therefore, although the Magic Association has experienced some ups and downs over the years, it has still stood firm on the Lanka continent for 500 years.
Cathy was silent. It seemed that the founder of the Magic Association was very good at grasping people's hearts and was well aware of the saying "He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world."
Of course, the "people" here refer to the masters who are on the same level as magicians.
"Okay, Ivis, you stay in the house and look after little Cathy." Abner looked at the silent swordsman beside him, "Hogg, come with me to take a look. No matter what, since someone rushed to the branch with a token at night, he must have encountered some difficulties."
Hogg, who was wiping the blade of his sword, put the sword behind his back, stood up and lowered his head seemingly respectfully. The flickering candlelight reflected on the word "slave" on his forehead, making it look a bit weird.
Looking at the daydreaming girl, Ivis sighed slightly. He held the black pine wand across his chest, and the ice magic stone inlaid on the top sparkled brightly.
"Hey, where are the teachers?" Cathy came to her senses and found that she and the cold-faced young man were the only ones left in the room.
"Heh." Ivis glanced at her. "If an enemy really attacks, some of them might not even know how they died after seeing the God of Elements."
The tone was extremely sarcastic.
Cathy: (︶︿︶) = convex
Although I did let my guard down, would someone die if he spoke nicely? It's no wonder that he became the villain in the early part of the novel based on his asking for a beating tone.
While recalling Ivis' miserable end in the book, she consoled herself by not getting angry.
The girl was well-behaved and didn't say anything back, but Ivis felt something was wrong. He twirled the wand in his hand and opened his mouth to say something but was at a loss for words. The air was silent for a moment.
Just when the two were feeling awkward, the wooden door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and Abner walked in, followed by Hogg carrying a wolf-eared boy.
Huh, Cathy's eyes immediately turned over there. Thinking of the wolf ears play in a certain world before, she was secretly shocked. This familiar feeling came over her.
Wolf Claw covered the bleeding wound on his abdomen and took a deep breath. If it weren't for the wizard in front of him, he would have gone straight to see the Beast God.
"Kathy, bring a basin of hot water from the kitchen. A friend is injured here." Abner ordered habitually, then he turned to look at the pale half-werewolf, "By the way, what's your name, and how did you get the obsidian?"
"My name is Wolf Claw, and I'm from the Wind Tribe." Wolf Claw looked straight at the old man in front of him, "This stone is not mine. Our tribe leader asked me to bring this stone here to ask for help."
"Wind Tribe?" Abner narrowed his eyes in confusion. Why had he never heard of a tribe in the desolate land?
"Yes." Lang Zhua blushed quietly as he watched the girl in front of him cleaning his wounds. However, Ivis on the side found this scene extremely unpleasant.
"There are two tribes in this sandy land. One is the Wind Tribe founded by Chief Sana, and that is our tribe." The wolf-eared boy straightened his back proudly. That arrogant look instantly reminded Cathy of the wolf cubs she had given birth to before. For a moment, her clear eyes were filled with deep maternal love. Well, this wolf cub is also very cute, but it's a little skinny, and even the fur on its body is not smooth.
Ivis, who had a cold face on the side, had his alarm bells ringing. What was going on? Why did the girl's sparkling eyes look so much like those of his suitors?
"Chief Sana said that we are cursed children and should try to control the animal instincts in our bodies. We cannot let the animal instincts control us and turn us into bloodthirsty people like the Sand Tribe."
"The Sand Tribe is another tribe. The people there look similar to ours, but they are very aggressive and will even kill their companions to fill their stomachs when they run out of food."
Wolf Claw shuddered under the girl's scorching gaze. Just now, a sudden chill ran up his back. He looked around and found that the house was as safe as it could be.
So he put aside his doubts and continued, "Normally our two tribes don't interfere with each other. On the one hand, our tribe lives in a valley full of wind and sand, and it is difficult to find the way without a tribe member to lead the way; on the other hand, our tribe is strong and united. Chief Sana said that every one of us is her child, and if any one of us is bullied, the rest of us will help."
At this point, the tangerine candlelight reflected in Wolf Claw's eyes, and the pride that burst out from there was so intense that it shocked the rest of the people on the field.
Abner was secretly surprised. He had never heard of such a person among the half-bloods in the Mage Tower.
"So the people chasing you are from the Sand Tribe?" Cathy was a little curious.
"Yes." The boy's wolf ears drooped, and his tone was confused: "A few days ago, the Sand Tribe suddenly attacked our tribe. Chief Sana led us to a safe place and told me to bring this stone here to ask for help."
"The chief said that the Sand Tribe was probably coming for this stone."
In the candlelight swaying in the night wind, a piece of obsidian wrapped in bloody animal skin lay quietly in the boy's hands.
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