Chapter: 633

Another gruff voice responded a moment later, “Continue scouting. Proceed southward as planned.”

“Acknowledged.” he stashed the crystal away and kept heading towards his target: the tip of the mountain range.

Before leaving however he noticed a strange white stone on the ground; easy to see against the dark grey rocks around.

Picking it up, it looked almost like it was melted.

“Strange…” He thought, flicking it away.

It was too small to report, so number two continued on his journey.

As a mage hunger, number two knew they were searching for a necromancer and knew it would require a squad of them to even hold its minions back – however, they now knew it was a human, and only around level nine at that.

Number two had been since commanded to only capture Jay, however, accidents happened sometimes.

Unknown to anyone else, perhaps even himself, number two was jealous of Jay.

Some random peasant in a poor town in the middle of nowhere got a class so strong that it forced him and the other mage hunters to leave the luxurious capital city of Astrata, and not only that, but now he had to march around aimlessly, alone in the wilderness?

His pride had never been so damaged.

He longed to march around the capital where peasants looked at him with both fear, awe, and hope.

Still, this pride is one of the qualities which made him a good mage hunter, pushing himself to act lofty and mighty, and to become stronger.

Of course, he wouldn’t kill Jay – he had his own neck to look out for, and it seemed they were now intent on capturing him.

A necromancer had one weakness, and that was when it was separated from its skeletons.

Apparently the upper ranks hoped to control it – to control Jay.

There were no other questions or comments from his commander, so he kept marching onward. It seems that the other four mage hunters tasked to search the south must have found their own oddities of nature.

This wasn’t too surprising though, as peculiar things were a common occurrence in the untamed, wild parts of the kingdom.

Little did he know that other mage hunters found more intriguing things such as an abandoned village covered with slime; another found a small hunter’s shack covered in claws marks, with a hidden basement that was filled with bird skulls and pentagrams among other unknown symbols painted with blood and urine – so number two’s findings were low on the list of priorities.

With a sigh he kept moving, as it was his duty.

Compared to the insanely fast running speed with which these black armoured hunters were running through Losla, he could only travel long distances at a swift walking speed.

The armour itself was powered by the mage hunter’s own mana, and the faster he travelled the quicker it would burn.

Sure, he could travel a few hundred meters in seconds, but half of his mana would be used up. A sprightly walking speed was optimal, as it used up as much mana as he regenerated.

Compared to a normal soldier however, it was still an unimaginable speed to travel at; his energy consumption was also kept to a low level, while he could simply walk right through the vegetation as if it didn’t exist.

Most variants simply couldn’t escape, not due to their power or skills, but due to their slow travel speed.