Fairy's Chess Game

Chapter 92 coma
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the distant sky.

In another direction of the vast grassland, a blue-haired boy suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance.

"soul!"

It was clearly a child's face, but the expression was mature and dignified beyond his age. He took off the long magic wand behind him with his backhand, and ran at full speed in the direction where he sensed the fluctuation of magic power.

After running a few steps, a lot of magic power flashed under his feet, the young man accelerated instantly, and his figure passed several meters in the blink of an eye.Afterwards, every step the boy took was a rapid charge like an angry arrow!
But in the end he was still one step too late, and just when he was able to clearly see the vortex in the sky, the black vortex began to gradually dissipate.

The boy slowed down and looked in that direction with some annoyance. He was one step too late!But fortunately, here is an uninhabited wilderness, so there should be no need to worry about anyone being hurt.

"Huh? Is there someone?" Just as he was about to turn his head to leave, the young man keenly sensed the traces of creatures nearby, because he felt the weak fluctuation of unnatural magic power.

Is it a wizard?Or what Warcraft?The trace is so faint, has he escaped the scope of the "soul"?

Feeling uneasy, the boy immediately began to search around.

The unnatural fluctuation of magic power quickly dimmed, almost to the point of disappearing out of thin air. Apart from this blue-haired boy, few other people could feel it.

But he knew that there was nothing wrong with the target he was looking for, because the wave of magic power never stopped, although it was so weak that it was almost transparent, it also showed that the other party had not been absorbed by the "soul".

The regular fluctuations made him sure that it was a human mage, not a wild beast or something; the dimness of the aura fluctuations to such an extent probably indicated that the other party had a very effective way to hide, so he must be a powerful magician. Mentor.

The boy is even more determined to find the wizard, and he also needs to know more about the "soul".

Stretching out his hands to push aside the weeds that were higher than his head, he saw that a large open space was artificially cleared among the lush grass, and a simple campfire pile was piled up in the middle.It should be that mage who wants to camp here.

The boy hesitated for a moment, but still walked over.But the owner here doesn't seem to be there, he doesn't see anyone, and the direction of the magic wave is not here.He looked around for a while, and suddenly saw a cute little girl with blue hair sitting next to him.

The boy couldn't help but be surprised that he hadn't noticed her existence before!And even at this distance, he still didn't feel the fluctuation of magic power. He always thought that people in this world contained more or less magic power in their bodies.

No, she has magic powers!The boy's eyes were fixed, and he discovered the uniqueness of the girl Wendy faster than Woz. This girl can hide her magical fluctuations so perfectly!
Facing strangers, Wendy still maintained a shy demeanor, but she didn't have the slightest sense of defense, and asked cautiously: "Excuse me...has Mr. Sorcerer seen Grantigne?"

The boy was blindsided by her sudden question, and subconsciously replied: "No, no..."

Wendy seemed to remember something again, and added: "Grantigne is not a human, she is a dragon!"

"This..." The boy was even more speechless, "Is it even more impossible to see it?"

Wendy was a little disappointed: "Sure enough..."

Seeing the girl's sad look, her eyes began to moisten, and the boy hurried forward to comfort her.

"Wendy? Have you found your family?" Woz pushed through the grass and returned to the camp, and saw that there was another person here, and it was also a rather rare person with blue hair. .

"No!" The boy quickly responded.

Woz saw the pattern on his face, and then realized: "You are... Gerald?"

The boy also looked surprised: "How do you know? We haven't met before..." He quickly thought of something, "No, I'm afraid I'm not the Geral you know, my name is Geral Anaza. "

"Oh, I know I know!" Woz nodded repeatedly, handing the kettle in his hand to Wendy, and started to light the fire.

Gerald didn't bother with the name anymore, and camped together at Woz's invitation.

At night, the three of them sat around the bonfire. Wendy, who had been hungry for seven days, was drinking the meat porridge made by Woz with satisfaction. Both Woz and Gerald had considerable wild survival skills and were very used to it Gnawing dry food.

"...Well, is that vortex the so-called soul?" Woz chatted with Gerald a little casually, "It's really a dangerous magic. Fortunately, I escaped quickly..." After all, Woz is even stronger than Gerald. I know more about related events, so I am naturally interested in this kind of "plot"-like dialogue.

But he still looked at Gerald, the Mistgang in his youth, and couldn't help but ask, "It's obvious that you can't stop this level of magic alone? How did you do it?"

After Woz personally experienced a "soul", he became very curious about the behavior of Mistgang alone to stop that magic.

Mistgang said: "Not all souls are as powerful as what you met today. The ones I met before were all small people; and I can sense the omen of the soul's activation, and I always arrive in advance when it is completely Dispel before the outbreak. But today's soul is too sudden, there is no time to react, and the scale is also unusually large..."

Woz looked thoughtfully at Wendy next to him. As a time-space magic "soul" that can only be cast with the power of a world, this unusual activation must have been affected by another same time-space magic "solar eclipse". ", the residual magic power of the "solar eclipse" entwined on Wendy met the "soul" that happened to be running nearby, which triggered this abnormal outbreak.

But these are also Woz's speculations, and the information about the "solar eclipse" is far from being exposed, so Woz didn't say much.

Although she was very hungry, Wendy's shy character prevented her from overeating wantonly, and left half a pot of porridge for Woz and Mistergang.

Woz looked at the satisfied girl and asked Mistgang: "What are you going to do next? Or wander here and continue searching for souls?"

Mistgang asked back, "What's the matter with you?"

"I plan to help Wendy find her mother first, and if there is no other way, I will find a place to take her in."

Mistgang also looked at the drowsy girl after eating, and nodded: "Okay. I will help too. But I won't be free to take care of her all the time. Once I find the soul, I must rush to .”

"Then you try to find a suitable home for her before then." Woz said.

Mistgang heard something wrong: "What do you mean? Do you want me to take care of her alone?"

Woz nodded: "Yes, my situation is also very complicated. Coming out this time is equivalent to a violation of prison escape... I must go back immediately."

Contacting two main plot characters in succession put a lot of pressure on Woz. He was very worried about the unpredictable impact he would inadvertently have on the future. The most important thing is that after changing the "original plot", he will be even more at a loss for the future; knowing that the "original plot" is at least one of Woz's advantages, he is not willing to give up such an advantage easily!

"Okay, let's go." Seeing that Wendy had fallen asleep drowsily, Woz stood up and patted the dust off his body, "See you later, Gerald."

Then I turned around and left in a cool manner.But in Mistgang's view, there was a sense of panic.

Go back to Polyuska's cabin in the woods.

"Where did you take Wendy after that?" Woz couldn't help asking.

Mistgang recalled: "I handed her over to a powerful old wizard. I went back to see her later and found that she lived happily there, so I didn't bother her anymore."

Woz couldn't help complaining: "You... this EQ is slightly low..."

Mistgang rolled his eyes at him: "Don't talk about me, you won't be much better! You escaped so simply back then. I can see it. You just aren't good at communicating with people, right?"

"No, I'm just not good at dealing with kids!"

Mistgang's face darkened. He is a few years younger than Woz, so Woz's so-called child also includes him!

"Cough." Mistgang coughed dryly, "Okay, it's late at night, you should rest first, I should go too."

Woz smiled wryly, "I've been sleeping for a few days, why should I rest..." Woz lifted the quilt and stood up, but immediately his eyes went dark, and his whole body was weak, as if his feet were stepping on a ball of cotton. Not working hard.For the first time, Woz felt his body was completely out of his control, as if his soul had been separated from his body.

"...Woz!"

The voice of Mystergang came from my ear, but in Woz's sense, that voice was getting farther and farther away, and everything outside was far away.

Weak and weak, Woz is in a very bad state at this time, and he hates the feeling that he cannot control his own destiny.After coming to the world of Aslant, Woz has always believed in the principle that it is better to ask for help than to ask for others. No matter what kind of situation he encounters, he always regards his own strength as the greatest reliance, rather than expecting the assistance of others.Even after joining Fairy Tail, Woz never disturbed others with his own affairs, instead he positioned himself as the "guardian" of the guild and everyone's backer.

Losing strength is what Woz is most worried about. Although the exact extent of his injury is still unknown, Woz knows that if he loses strength like Mirajane, he may not recover so quickly.

This feeling of powerlessness...Woz's consciousness was very clear, and he soon noticed a strong sense of sight.

This is not the kind of powerlessness when facing an enemy that is too powerful to be defeated, but the despondency that cannot even be made to resist.Woz rummaged through his mind, and there was only one such experience, which was the inability to do anything when he first entered this world.

(End of this chapter)