Volume 1: Dark Traveler Chapter 24: Fissure of Fire

  Even if he had been transported, Luo Wei never thought that he, who had won the third prize in the short sprint event during his university days, would be left far behind by a fat guy in this proud strong point of his.

  But this kind of thing has really happened now.

  Korren Wei, the chubby and round slave trader, shouted at Rovi after the explosion in Running Bull Tavern, then sprinted out with a speed comparable to that of Liu Xiang, the shadow emperor, and disappeared around the street corner.

  Were there any particularly important or valuable items among the private goods that Kolonel smuggled?

  Got it!

  So in the slave trader's team, there were clearly Sakuradin, who had awakened to the wild wolf bloodline, and Cynthia of the Bronze Rank, but only two ordinary guards followed alongside Korenwei, the slave dealer.

  The soul of a forensic pathologist, such judgment almost emerged in Luo Wei's mind at the first time.

  The work of a forensic doctor is not just about wielding a scalpel to dissect corpses, but also about determining the cause, time and nature of death based on the corpse, inferring and identifying the lethal weapon, analyzing the criminal means and process.

  In three years, it was enough for Luo Wei to develop a habit of subconsciously targeting people who did not conform to common sense when encountering unreasonable situations, and guessing what kind of reason they had for doing something that didn't make sense.

  However, even if he had doubts in his mind, Rovey didn't have the time to continue pondering as he chased after the slave trader, because Felicia and two undead servants were still left at the Burning Bull Inn where the explosion occurred.

  Carrying his spellcasting material component pouch, Rovy ran past two street corners in pursuit of the slaver Kollin Vreed's retreating back, and after turning at the intersection, he finally saw the Running Bull Inn.

  It was originally a bustling Ben Niubao wine shop, but at this moment it has become a battlefield with raging flames. A group of robbers wearing messy and strange clothes but with uniform dark red scarves on their heads are wielding various weapons to launch a siege on the Ben Niubao Inn.

  Korin the slaver and his two guards, who had arrived before Rove, were surrounded by a dozen or so robbers wielding blades. In an instant, one of them was hacked to pieces by the robbers, while another was chopped up with bloodied mouths.

  It was roughly understood that the slave trader Colenwil was in charge of the slave trading team, so the bandits did not chop down the unarmed slave traders, but instead, one of the free-handed bandit underlings used the back of a knife to knock them to the ground.

  At this time, the second floor of the inn, which was used as a guest room, shouted and killed, and the sound of clashing weapons echoed through the air. From time to time, robbers or slave traders' guards with blood all over their bodies would fall from the upper floor, screaming, and then lie motionless on the ground, flowing out a large pool of blood.

  Luo Wei wasn't clear how many thieves rushed up to the second floor of the inn, but the number of robbers still standing outside the gate of the Running Bull Inn was at least over forty or fifty.

  These forty or fifty robbers, surrounded a sturdy man wearing a metal half-body armor and a black bull-horn helmet, while the sturdy man subtly made a gesture of protecting another thin man standing beside him who was not wearing armor but only wore a linen hooded long gown.

  These guys are probably... the Defeated Blood Blade Bandits.

  At this thought, Luo Wei's eyes narrowed slightly, for he had already guessed the identity of the emaciated man in the linen robe.

  Magician!

  That thin man must be the magician of the Blood Loss Blade bandits!

  Luo Wei had a clear feeling that the thin man's body was jumping with a concentrated and unscattered fiery magic aura, which meant that there were 100% fire attribute magical tools on the thin man's body.

  Unfortunately, this guy didn't wear a magic robe, so it's still unknown what level of magician he is for the time being.

  Based on the memories inherited from Salo the magician, Rovi came to this conclusion.

  Just as Rovi reached this conclusion, the thin man seemed to have noticed Rovi's existence as well. The thin man, who had been staring at the Lihuo Inn, slowly turned around and fixed his gaze directly on Rovi.

  And this finally made Luo Wei see clearly, that the thin man had a terrifying face as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid, but what was even more terrifying was that his right hand was holding a baby's head that was burning fiercely, so the expression was extremely painful...

  No, no way!

  That's not an infant skull, but a magical artifact!

  Just as Luo Wei saw through the true face of the fiercely burning infant's skull, the infant's skull suddenly let out a sharp cry in the hands of the emaciated man, and then the infant's skull suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a fireball.

  The fireballs spewed out by the infant's skull split into three after flying about a meter, then grew to fist-sized fireballs that drew strange trajectories and flew towards Luo Wei.

  This is... Palmeidel's Splitting Fireball!

  Pallamel's Splitting Fireball is a three-ring heat source locking tracking flame magic created by Pallamel, an eight-ring fire mage with the title of Fissure Mage, in his youth. The power of Splitting Fireball is not very large, but when it hits the target, it will burst and cause cumulative damage.

  The incoming three fireballs made the magician Salo's memory flash again, clearly distinguishing the name of the magic to which these three fireballs belonged and their origin.

  Heat source locking tracking flame magic?

  At this moment, Luo Wei had an illusion that he had returned to the earth world and was being attacked by infrared-guided missiles.

  But the next moment, Luo Wei moved quickly, he turned around and ran back to the Ben Niu Inn at the other side of the X-shaped street corner that was hard to look straight at.

  Three of Palmeel's split fireballs locked onto the disgusting heat source with a tracking method, and also chased after it as they rounded the street corner.

  Moments later, three explosions came from behind the crossroads where Rovi had escaped, and flames shot up into the air, visible from the entrance of the Running Bull Inn, apparently proving that Palmier's Splitting Fireball had fulfilled its mission and successfully killed Rovi.

  "You few, go check if he's dead."

  The burly man with the horned helmet was obviously the leader of the Defeated Blood Gang, so after glancing at the flames engulfing the crossroads, he casually dispatched a few robbers.

  "He must be dead." The thin, gaunt fire mage replied in a voice that was like a rusty gate, his mouth twisted into a gruesome, mocking grin: "The magic fluctuation is so weak, yet when attacked, instead of using the White Bone Shield or the Unseen Shield, he fled in panic like an ignorant fool - even a magical apprentice is many times stronger than him!"

  "Hah, this is actually a One-Ring Necromancer? Slerrod, your intelligence was completely wrong!"

  Looking back at the several bandits who were running towards the crossroads with knives and swords, the thin fire magician continued to evaluate in a sarcastic tone.

  "At least he has two ghoul servants fitting for a necromancer of his stature."

  The leader of the Blood Blade gang, seemingly named Sreloth, replied in a calm tone, glancing up at the second floor of the Running Bull Inn as he spoke.

  "What? A ghoul servant fitting for a necromancer like you, Slerrod? Are you an idiot? Don't you know that with a good mentor, not to mention a ghoul servant, even a necromancy apprentice with hatred and flesh hunting wouldn't be anything unusual?"

  The words of the Blood Blade seemed to enrage the thin fire mage, who began yelling hysterically.

  In the midst of the shouting, the emaciated fire magician held up a fiercely burning infant skull in his hand, which let out another wail and spat out a ball of flame. However, this ball of flame quickly split into three and did not fly towards the crossroads where Rovi was fleeing, but instead rushed straight to the second floor of the Ox Inn, which was already ablaze with fierce flames.

  Boom, boom-boom——

  In the midst of a series of explosions, a burly man with a shaved head and only a circle of hair on the edges, and three braids of beard, jumped down from the cave that was blown open by a fireball, targeting the thin Fire Mage. He landed in the middle of the group of thieves and instantly knocked two thieves who were slow to react flying out!

  Behind the robust man with a thick, large wolf-toothed club, a gigantic blue wolf stood clearly, blocking the explosive flames' attack for the heavily tattooed man. This heavily tattooed man was undoubtedly Sakuradin, the Awakener of the Wild Wolf Bloodline.

  "Your subordinates are all stupid Slrod, and they can't even kill a lone wolf with awakened blood!"

  The thin fire magician shouted, after shouting this sentence he began to chant a twisted magic spell, as if wanting to prepare an even more powerful attack magic.

  The reason why the thin fire magician was flustered and confused was that Sakuradin's chest had numerous deep wounds that crisscrossed, with blood oozing out.