Chapter: 466

Burnt and charred wood elementals piled on top of each other; the bodies of many treant hectopedes among other larger wooden elementals which were now unidentifiable.

Above the mountain of elemental corpses, a thick dark cloud hung, humming with menacing power.

Matheson didn’t see the magic cloud before since it wasn’t high in the sky. It hung lowly, a little lower than the tree tops.

He immediately stopped running, just outside of the wall of charred corpses. They would have definitely caught on fire from the lightning, but it seemed the wood was filled with too much moisture to catch alight.

Matheson heard heavy stamping footsteps behind him. Sensing danger closing in, he didn’t have to guess to know what it was – he quickly dodged to the side without even turning around.

He didn’t have to guess what it was, he already knew it was still chasing him.

***Bonus Chapter 3/5.***


Matheson critically dodged the treant as it charged into the mound of smouldering corpses.

Almost like a choreographed dance, he dipped to the side at the last second as the treant came charging past, its menacing antlers pointing forward as they searched for his flesh.

He sneered at it with a sly smile as it charged harmlessly by, directly into the pile of corpses – of course, he did tap it with his sword as dashed by.

*CRACK!!!~*

For a moment Mathesons ears were ringing, his vision all white as power from the spell-storm descended before him.

Right in front of him, lightning had suddenly crashed down onto the treant, a pure white flash crackled through its body for a moment as it was stopped in its tracks before collapsing helplessly onto its own kind.

“Only a few more steps forward and that would have been me,” he thought as he looked whimsically at the steaming wood.

He was glad that he got some easy exp from simply tapping his rapier on its ass as it passed by.

The small cloud spread out left and right, it was long and slender, wrapping around the edge of the village..

“Surely it doesn’t wrap around the whole village?” he thought as he gazed at the strange long cloud.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t see past the ever-growing mound of charred wood bodies, so he couldn’t wave at anyone on the other side of the cloud for help, while the rumbling crackles of energy stopped and chance of them hearing. He would simply have to walk around.

After hearing some deep booming sounds coming from the left, he simply turned right and began running.

“There’s no point wasting time thinking about which way to go. Just make a decision and go with it.” he nodded to himself.

Similar to the cloud, the wall of charred wood elemental corpses continued around the south side of Losla, trailing under the crackling cloud.

Since there was no path here, Matheson had to periodically slash down small plants and young trees to keep running at a reasonable pace. Eventually he found the end of the cloud, it stretched to the very south-west corner of Losla.

The first person he saw was a lone guard, standing near two corpses of the treant’s – but compared to the pile of dead treants Matheson saw before, this was nothing.

It seemed that the guard was simply here to kill the odd wandering treant that made it around the defensive storm; he immediately looked up at Matheson.

“Hey, what are you doing? You’re not supposed to be here!” a guard yelled, seeing the young adventurer run around the side of the dark cloud.