Black Hearted Mage
Chapter 80 Assassination
Viscount Bruce looked at the dilapidated courtyard wall, angry but unable to speak. The Mage Alliance members were dead or injured. Even if he asked for help now, no one would come to help him.
According to the nobles' compensation rules, he had to pay Caesars at least 150,000 gold coins. Caesars had earned 150,000 gold coins from his stall that day, and he went there just for that sum of gold coins. Of course, he was after all of Caesars's wealth.
Viscount Bruce could afford the 150,000 gold coins, but now he didn't want to take it. With the magic crystal mine's financial resources cut off, the Viscount's income would plummet. He also assumed that Caesars wouldn't kill him in Violet City. This was a gamble he was making with his wealth and his life.
Two months later, the tall walls of the Viscount's mansion collapsed, and all the horses pulling the carriage died. Viscount Bruce was in fear for two months. At this time, Caesars also left Violet City, and he had a deeper understanding of this minor noble.
Caesars initially took the main road and rode a public carriage. But soon after leaving Violet City, he felt vaguely that someone was following him, but he couldn't find the person.
He suspected he had encountered a high-level stalker, most likely a killer. He chose to get off the car midway and headed for a remote, bumpy path. Without the presence of other people's scent, the little black snake would be more likely to spot him.
As dusk approached, Caesars rushed towards the location of Yellowstone Mountain, using Swiftness Potion, Agility Potion, Vitality Potion, and Swiftness Potion all at once. He wanted to climb Yellowstone Mountain as quickly as possible and then find a way to escape.
Thanks to Kaisas's long-term physical training and the stamina-boosting potions from the crater, his body had become even stronger, allowing him to run at speeds far exceeding those of ordinary people. He dashed past like a flash of lightning, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. As he ran, he glanced back to see a thin figure in leather armor chasing him from a distance at an astonishing speed.
The assassin was deeply puzzled. The magician's running speed was surprisingly comparable to his own. After all, his movement speed in stealth mode was only about half his normal walking speed. If he didn't remove the stealth spell, the opponent would disappear without a trace in just a few minutes. Once the stealth spell was removed, the young magician would be able to easily detect him.
In this way, Caesars ran all the way, and finally after more than an hour of running, he successfully arrived at the dangerous trail of Yellowstone Mountain. He immediately stopped, used his hands and feet, and quickly climbed up the steep rock wall, climbing towards the top of the mountain.
At that moment, the short assassin arrived breathlessly. The distance between the two had shrunk to less than a hundred meters, and a thrilling chase was about to begin.
The assassin wore black leather armor and a pitch-black mask, his gender and age unknown. He didn't rush to climb, but instead pulled out a powerful crossbow from his storage ring.
This heavy crossbow glowed with a pitch-black, cold sheen, its mechanism adorned with intricate patterns and magical patterns. It was a city defense crossbow from the First Roman Dynasty, dating back over 16,000 years.
Over 16,000 years ago, during the heyday of the Roman Empire and the honeymoon period between humans and elves, humans boasted over a dozen mages. This magical city-guarding crossbow was a product of that era, boasting a range of 300 yards and destructive power comparable to that of a dragon-hunting crossbow.
Caesar glanced down, his spirits trembling with fear. His intermediate magic shield was no match for the crossbow's arrows. He pulled out a bottle of undead rot and threw it down. He was about to search for the alchemical bomb when the assassin activated the crossbow, using a mechanical transmission to gradually draw the powerful string.
The undead rot fell to the ground, exploding into fragments, sending gray-green liquid splattering everywhere. Caesars had a bit of bad luck; the westerly wind had deflected the crystal bottle's landing location, leaving it five or six meters away from the assassin's position. The resulting gray-green poisonous mist was also blown away by the westerly wind.
"Damn the West Wind!"
Caesar couldn't help but curse. The west wind came at a very wrong time. He wanted to use the poisonous fog to cover his body and take the opportunity to escape, but he didn't expect that the west wind would blow away the poisonous fog directly.
Caesars groaned inwardly, knowing he was in serious trouble. If he didn't quickly eliminate the assassin, his life would be in danger. So, he decided to take a chance and threw another bottle of undead fluid downward. However, due to the west wind, the bottle arced in the air and landed far away from the assassin.
Caesar's expression darkened, realizing his situation was becoming increasingly dangerous. At that moment, an idea struck him. He quickly pulled an alchemical bomb from his space ring and activated it with his magic. He then hurled it forcefully in the direction of the assassin.
The alchemical bomb also went astray, emitting a loud noise and a dazzling light. Caesars hoped this would distract the assassin's sight and buy him more time. At the same time, he silently prayed that the bomb would inflict some damage on the assassin.
Fortunately, the alchemical bomb was powerful enough, and the high-temperature air waves generated by the explosion blew away the short assassin and the crossbow.
As the explosion sounded, Caesars took advantage of the smoke and quickly climbed up. He needed to escape the crossbow's range as soon as possible, otherwise his chances of survival would be very low.
The fallen assassin quickly stood up, shaking his head vigorously, his ears buzzing, his face showing an expression of anger and shame. He felt that he had been greatly insulted and was teased by a seemingly weak prey.
He hurriedly searched for the fallen magic pattern crossbow, picked it up, and quickly turned the handle to draw the bowstring. The crossbow string tightened with a heart-pounding sound, and when it reached the firing position, it was firmly fixed by the buckle. Then, he picked up a magic steel crossbow bolt from the ground and carefully placed it in the quiver. Then, he adjusted the crossbow's angle and aimed at the climbing Kaisas.
There was only a crisp sound of "bang" from the crossbow string, and the arrow shot out like lightning, with a sharp whistling sound, rushing towards Caesar at an astonishing speed.
Caesars, who was trying to climb, keenly caught the deadly threat and immediately realized the approach of danger. With the experience he learned from the elves, he subconsciously made a dodging move and moved his body to the side.
However, despite his quick reaction, the crossbow bolt was far too fast. With a resounding "bang," the crossbow bolt effortlessly pierced through both layers of magic shields, easily piercing his magic robes and embedding itself deeply into the stone wall. His protective bracelet was triggered, instantly unleashing a powerful magical shield, but even a Grand Mage's shield couldn't withstand the terrifying arrow.
A burning sensation in his waist alerted Caesar to his injuries. Without hesitation, he pulled a bottle of invisibility potion from his pocket, quickly discarded the cap, and placed the bottle mouth in his mouth. Despite his serious injuries, drinking the healing potion was no longer effective. He could only continue to climb, desperately trying to escape the crossbow's range.
It would take the enemy fifteen seconds to draw the crossbow string. Caesars calculated the time silently as he climbed rapidly. When he reached the thirteenth second, he raised his head without hesitation and drank the invisibility potion in one gulp.
The short and vicious assassin aimed at the mountain wall with a crossbow in his hand, but suddenly found that Caesar had disappeared without a trace.
"Could it be that this little bug can also use stealth?"
Full of doubts, he gripped his crossbow tightly and carefully observed this hidden and steep mountain road. This mountain road was obviously dug by humans, and it was not easy to climb.
At this moment, some small rocks began to roll down the steep mountain road. The assassin stared at these rocks vigilantly, trying to find any trace of Caesars among them.
The invisibility potion lasted only a dozen seconds. When Caesars reappeared, the terrifying scream echoed again. This time, Caesars was incredibly lucky. The crossbow bolt missed him, falling five or six meters away. He finally managed to escape the crossbow's range. He knew that the insidious and vicious assassin would never let him go easily.
Kaisas quickly took out a bottle of healing potion and drank it, then continued to climb up. The short assassin stamped his feet in anger, as he had guessed that Kaisas had used an invisibility potion. He felt that he had been fooled by his cunning prey again.
At this moment, he was not in a hurry to chase after Caesars, because he knew that he had extremely dangerous alchemical items in his hands, and the slightest carelessness could endanger his life. So, he decided to enter stealth mode first and climb up the extremely steep path silently.
Caesars gritted his teeth, his face pale as paper, cold sweat on his forehead, and the severe pain in his waist almost made him collapse, but he still forced himself to take each step with difficulty. As time passed, he gradually approached the top of the mountain.
When he looked down the cliff again, the mysterious assassin had disappeared without a trace. He realized that an invisible enemy was following him closely. This feeling was creepy, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
At this moment, Caesars had no way to retreat. The pain from the wound on his waist was unbearable for him. He could only grit his teeth and continue climbing towards the top of the mountain.
Half an hour later, Kaisas felt exhausted and finally reached the top of Yellowstone Mountain. Although exhausted, he took out a bottle of high-level recovery potion and drank it all, then dragged his heavy steps towards the cliff to the east, which was his only way to escape.
The westerly wind on the top of the mountain grew stronger. In the Felwood Forest on the east side of the Yellowstone Mountains, a veil-like fog enveloped the entire forest, and visibility was extremely low.
Suddenly, a beeping sound startled Caesars. It was the alarm from the magic circle he had set up along the way. Clearly, the assassin was nearing the summit. The assassin's strength was beyond imagination, and Caesars knew he was no match for him. Add to that the terrifying magic crossbow, and he was even more terrified.
He knew he couldn't just sit there and wait for death, so he quickened his pace and ran towards the eastern cliff. He didn't even bother to tend to his wounds while standing on the edge of the cliff. He cast spells quickly: Levitate, Feather Fall, Magic Shield, and then a Flash. He appeared twenty-five yards away from the cliff and jumped off the almost vertical cliff.
In this strong westerly wind, Caesars seemed to transform into a lithe bird, gliding freely through the sky. He skillfully employed the Levitation and Featherfall spells, drifting eastward like a falling leaf. Then, he cast a Flash spell, maximizing the distance between himself and the mountaintop, moving as far away from danger as possible.
The assassin in black leather armor reached the summit of Yellowstone Mountain, breathlessly. He keenly sensed the trampled moss on the rocks and followed Caesar's footprints all the way to the east side of the Yellowstone summit.
"Damn it! You damn bastard, next time I will kill you with my own hands!"
He stamped his feet in anger, his heart filled with resentment towards Caesars. However, he knew that this assassination mission had completely failed.
Kaesas's figure gradually drifted eastward, now hundreds of meters away, far beyond the effective range of the magic crossbow. At this moment, finding a trace of a person in the misty and intricate forest of Felwood was like searching for a needle in the vast ocean.
In the twilight, the assassin, two daggers hanging from his waist, stood like a statue on the cliff, gazing into the distance as if searching for something. As time passed, he never left, seemingly haunted by memories of Felwood.
Meanwhile, Caesars had successfully landed in a dense forest. This was south of Boulder Mountain, near the foot of Yellowstone Mountain to the south. Although he had escaped the assassin's pursuit, the danger was not over. Caesars knew the severity of his injuries and needed to find a safe place to heal them quickly. Otherwise, the lingering scent of blood would likely attract wild beasts and demonic beasts, bringing him even greater trouble.
"I was too careless this time and forgot to wear the elf transformation mask!" Kaisas muttered to himself in annoyance.
If he had the mask, perhaps he could have hidden his whereabouts better and avoided such an embarrassing situation. However, regretting it now was useless, and he could only find a way to deal with the current predicament as soon as possible.
Caesars carefully sat down under a large tree in the dense forest. He first took a bottle of repellent potion from his backpack and sprinkled it on himself and the ground around him. Then he took out the little black snake. The little black snake quickly burrowed under the thick fallen leaves and lurked quietly two or three meters away from Caesars, vigilantly observing the surrounding movements.
"You better be careful, tell me immediately if there is any danger approaching!" Caesars whispered.
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