Another World: The Failed Magician

Xia Yue looked at the man carrying her on his back. Her feelings were complicated. Although she knew that Qin Ming coming back to save her was no different from sending him to his death, she was still somewhat happy.

Xia Yue said with a faint smile, "Honestly! I told you to leave but you wouldn't, and now you can't leave at all."

"That's not necessarily true! What if a miracle happens?"

Qin Ming's tone carried a hint of jest, showing no panic despite being on the verge of death; instead, he exuded a sense of detached acceptance.

Having someone with you in the final moments of your life is actually quite nice; it's not as bad as you might imagine.

Qin Ming thought to himself.

Qin Ming carried Xia Yue through the dark jungle. Because Qin Ming was recklessly activating his fighting spirit, he not only didn't run fast because he was carrying Xia Yue, but he also ran very fast, leaving the man in black quite a distance behind.

However, Qin Ming's method of overdrawing his battle qi couldn't last long, so the men in black weren't in a hurry, maintaining a pace that was barely enough to keep up with them while they waited. The moment Qin Ming's battle qi was exhausted would be the moment death came.

……

Meanwhile, in another small dark room, two people were thrown out and lay on the ground, already lifeless.

Vico also came out of the small dark room, took out a handkerchief and wiped her right hand, removing the bloodstains remaining on it.

Nivea followed Vico out, holding a round crystal ball in her hand. Looking at the dim crystal ball in her hand, Nivea shook her head and said, "The prophet is not one of them."

Vico said coldly, "If we can't find the person who made the prophecy, are you just going to keep killing like this?"

Nivea said coldly, "For the future of the elves, I don't care!"

After speaking, Nivea followed in the direction that Xia Yue and the other person had left.

Vico shook his head but still chose to follow. Although he didn't believe in the so-called prophecy, he was worried about Nivea and had no choice but to help her.

……

At this moment, a magic-powered ship was anchored on the sea, and a faint smell of blood emanated from its cabin.

Several birds circled above the ship, and after sensing the scent of food, they swooped down onto the ship's deck.

The deck was now a scene of carnage, with dried blood soaking through it, and many birds pecking at the corpses piled up on the deck.

Judging from the clothing of the corpses, some were sailors from the original ship, while others were dressed in black and whose identities were unknown.

Just then, an old man dressed in jeans descended from the sky and landed on the deck, scaring away the birds that were gnawing on the corpse.

The old man was not afraid of the corpses around him; instead, he felt anger rising within him.

The old man opened the cabin door and entered the ship, which was also filled with corpses, some of which belonged to sailors and others to men in black. The old man carefully examined the corpses and, after confirming that he did not find the familiar figure, continued forward.

The old man went to the captain's cabin, which was located at the very back of the ship's hold, and pushed open the door.

What came into the old man's view was a mangled corpse, so badly injured that it was unrecognizable. Next to the corpse was a brazier filled with ashes from burned paper.

The old man clenched his fists, suppressing his anger as he put the corpses in special bags. He then returned to the deck and put the sailors' bodies into special bags as well.