Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 267
"It seems that we are going to die here this time!" Bourne muttered to himself while looking at the back.

There are only 20 people in the apprentice team led by the mechanical fanatics, but almost every one of them is an elite among the third-level apprentices, forming a very powerful force.

In the previous battle, although the two escaped, they were both marked by mechanical madmen, and they couldn't escape his pursuit at all!

"Ahem!" Jorah spat out blood, with an extremely painful look on his face.

On his right hand, the bloody sharp blade shone with a strange light, and the strange energy began to distort, causing Jorah's arm to float an abnormal red color, as if he had been cursed by some kind.

"Ah!" He gritted his teeth, but still screamed in pain.

Fusing the broken high-level demonized items with his own flesh and blood, although this way gave Jorah great power, but this energy tortured him all the time.

Normally, Jorah is in a normal state and can rely on willpower to suppress the Scarlet Blade.

But in the state of serious injury at this time, the energy of the demonized item exploded, like a bomb, which may explode at any time.

"I'm sorry, I got you into trouble." Jorah leaned on the tree trunk, his face pale as paper.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I was saved by you so many times on the battlefield." Bourne shook his head, and said with a calm expression on his face, "Even if you die now, it's no big deal."

"It's just that during this period of time, I have been thinking about whether it was the right choice to take the ghost ship and come to the wizarding world?"

Jorah looked sad and lowered his head.

"Thinking about it carefully, the companions of our group should all be dead now, but there is not even a single person who has become a real wizard."

Bourne sighed and murmured, "Perhaps, only Myrcella has a glimmer of hope!"

Sorrow was spreading, and the strength of the mechanical fanatics made both of them fall into despair. Even Jorah, who had the name of 'Blood Hand', couldn't last a round against his opponent.

At this moment, a blood shadow suddenly flitted across the sky.

Both Jorah and Bourne looked up, and a blood-red bat flew over the sky, and then, a figure covered in fire like a scorching sun chased after him.

"That's Myrcella!!" Jorah opened his eyes wide.

"That's right, it's her!" Bourne also had a gleam of joy on his face, as if seeing hope, he quickly raised his mechanical arm and fired a signal flare into the sky.

Snapped!
The flare shot into the sky, and the smoke formed a crow after it exploded.

"Huh?" Myrcella frowned slightly, spread her fiery red wings, stopped in mid-air, and turned her head to see the crow signal not far behind.

"Princess Myrcella, here!!" Bourne shouted loudly.

The appearance of the flame queen seems to be the only chance for the two of them. Facing the pursuit of a quasi-witch, only the other quasi-witch can resist.

Relying on the friendship on the ghost ship, maybe the other party can help.

When Myrcella saw the two people on the ground, she hesitated a little, and decided to give up the pursuit of the vampire banshee. The fiery red wings shook and landed below.

"Why are you here?" Myrcella walked slowly, and the fiery red wings disappeared in a flash of fire.

"We are being hunted down by Grabo, the quasi-witch of [Skull Castle], the mechanical fanatic." Bourne took a deep breath, and begged, "I hope Princess Myrcella, based on the old friendship, can help us."

"Mechanical fanatic?"

Misera frowned slightly, then nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I have never forgotten the life-saving grace of you and Enzo back then!"

"Follow me until the end of the coordinate battle."

"If the mechanical lunatic dares to chase after him, I will kill him. I just wanted to see the strength of the number one quasi-sorcerer in Skeleton Castle!"

After finishing speaking, Myrcella took out a white crystal, chanted a spell and crushed it.

The pure white light poured into Jorah's body like a silk thread, the original pale face regained a trace of rosiness, and the pain from the right arm gradually disappeared.

"One-time healing crystal?" Jorah's heart moved, and a look of gratitude appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Princess Myrcella!" Bourne said solemnly, patting his chest and saluting, grateful for Myrcella's help.

The blood-red bat flitted across the sky, looking back from time to time.

Seeing that Myrcella was no longer visible behind her, the vampire banshee breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately turned into a red-clothed girl and landed on the ground.

"Myrcella, you bitch!"

With lingering fears in her heart, Mary looked back and said bitterly, "Don't let me catch the opportunity, or I will definitely torture you so that your life would be worse than death!"

"Hehe, vampire, Mary!" Just then, a voice came.

Mary's complexion changed instantly, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, she turned her head and looked, and suddenly saw a whole body undergoing mechanical transformation, with black gears rotating on the chest, dragging a two-meter-long metal tail with seven sections in total The man came out.

Behind him, there are more than [-] subordinates, all of whom are third-level apprentices.

"Mechanical madman, Grabo!" Mary's face was gloomy, her eyes full of fear.

"I was just planning to hunt down two little mice, but I didn't expect to encounter a big fish!" Grabo's voice was weird, like metal friction, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

A group of third-level apprentices behind him quickly surrounded him.

Mary's complexion became even uglier, she looked around, a group of [Skeleton Castle] apprentices, said through gritted teeth, "It's a pity that all the vampires under my command were killed by that bitch."

"Otherwise, I won't let you rubbish face the embarrassment!"

"What you say now doesn't make any sense." Grabo shook his head slightly, with a stiff smile on his face, and said excitedly, "Being able to kill a quasi-witch makes me happier than a hundred ordinary apprentices! "

Mary's face was as gloomy as water, and she looked around from the corner of her eye.

She had just been hunted down by Misera, and her magic power was almost exhausted at this time. In this state, she was no match for the mechanical madman at all, not to mention that the opponent had a group of third-level apprentice elites.

"Who will hurt dear Miss Mary?"

At this moment, an abrupt sound suddenly sounded, and in the air not far away, a group of blood bats flew over, landed on the ground, and turned into human shapes one after another.

"Brother Possain!" Mary's eyes lit up and she hurriedly shouted.

There were about fifty vampires in the group. The leader was a handsome red-haired young man with an elegant smile on his face. He walked forward unhurriedly and passed through the crowd to Mary's side.

Blood snake, Posain!
Another quasi-witch-level strongman of [Fanging Blood Shadow], and has a close relationship with the vampire Mary, between a friend and a lover.

(End of this chapter)