Annie's Otherworldly Adventure

25 The Boy Who Cried Wolf (Part 1)

Betrayal is the most wounding sword in the world. Betrayal from your closest comrade is a sword smeared with the most poison in the world. It hurts, it makes you bleed, it makes your pain seep from your flesh into your bones, and from your bones into your heart.

Anthony watched from the sidelines, feeling angry at the pain of others—a pain he had never experienced and did not wish to experience.

Bright red blood trickled down the dagger, dripping onto the ground drop by drop. All around, angry, astonished, and triumphant smiles were clear and glaring. David stared at Elijah in disbelief.

Elijah, his good brother, the team's veteran scout, and a long-time member who had been through thick and thin with everyone—David never imagined that even he would betray them.

With a "whoosh," the dagger was pulled out. David clutched his wound, his body went limp, and he almost collapsed. The longsword was planted in the ground just in time to support his swaying body.

"Ilya!" the female mage Shi Dili shouted angrily. Ilya's dagger was thrust at Captain David again, but David gritted his teeth and managed to dodge the attack by turning to the side.

Anthony used his agility to get to the captain's side and engaged in close combat with Ilya, protecting David. Mor also took advantage of the gap to cast a healing spell on David.

There's no time for sentimentality; now is the time to fight!

Ilya was an experienced scout after all, and Anthony began to struggle after only two rounds of parrying. The female mage and warrior on the other side couldn't find an opportunity to rescue the remaining team members, and Abag was still being chased and attacked.

Anthony was extremely anxious, and in his haste, he lost his footing, and Ilya's dagger narrowly grazed his side.

The situation turned against Silver Wolf, and Ilya and Jim were already showing sinister smiles of impending victory.

Mohr narrowed his eyes; he was somewhat displeased. He swung his longsword sharply, forcing his enemy back several steps. He then sheathed the sword and quickly formed hand seals, gesturing in front of his chest.

"Kia, the goddess who bestows light and hope upon the earth, please grant me light and hope, and cleanse the world of all darkness and ugliness."

A burst of golden light erupted, and a pentagram mark slowly appeared on the back of Moore's hand.

This is the symbol of the Temple of Light!

How did this boy get this mark on his hand?

The golden light faded, and a pentagram flashed. Mor's eyes were sharp as he stared at the enemy. With a wave of his hand, a ball of golden light rushed towards the opponent.

With a "bang," the man in black in front of him was knocked away and fell to the ground, no longer able to fight back, and went straight to meet the God of the Underworld.

With a swift movement, the light faded, and all the men in black went to meet the great god of the underworld.

After clearing out the men in black, only Jim and Ilya remained. Moore threw two golden beams at them, not as powerful as before, not fatal, but enough to seriously injure them.

After stopping, Moore slowly sat down and began to meditate to recover.

Jim and Elijah lay limp on the ground, still staring at Moore in disbelief. Not only them, but everyone else who was still conscious was also staring at Moore incredulously.

Such power was beyond their imagination.

Light magic, as a support magic, has never been strong in terms of attack power. However, what Mor demonstrated was an attack power no less than that of fire magic. This is truly outrageous!

The air lingered for a moment.

The fighting has completely stopped, and the crisis has passed.

Mo'er remained calm as ever.

The female magician reacted first and lunged at David, while the female warrior seized the opportunity to rescue the other two team members.

“Ilya, why?” David’s injury was not serious at the moment because he had received emergency treatment. He was the captain and needed to take care of the aftermath.

"Why? Humph, David, we founded Silver Wolf together, but you're the captain while I'm just a veteran member. Everyone listens to you, but I'm nobody. Just because I'm a scout, does that mean I'm not as high-ranking as noble mages and warriors and can't be the captain? Humph, I'm not having it!" Ilya said indignantly.

"You save most of your earnings to upgrade your ranks so you can become a high-ranking mercenary leader, while I remain just a lowly mercenary under you. I refuse to accept this!"

“Ilya, what did you say…” Shidini couldn’t help but argue, but David interrupted her.

“Ilya, stop talking. The glitter of gold will blind you. Actually, you're after the money Lord Sherlock carries and the honor of the Silver Wolf, aren't you? I should have realized it long ago, but I just wouldn't believe it.” David’s voice was hoarse and choked with sobs.

He was a kind-hearted person; he couldn't bear to doubt his friends, nor could he bear to blame his teammates. He thought he could be a good captain, but he was wrong.

The brilliance of gold can blind the eyes, and even the best of friends can turn their backs on you.

Ilya did indeed betray Silver Wolf for money and profit. His plan was to steal Sherlock's money, then secretly eliminate the Silver Wolf team members, return with the Silver Wolf badge, upgrade the mercenary team, and become the captain himself.

That's why he colluded with Jim and deliberately used Willie to recommend Jim.

Unfortunately, their efforts were in vain. What brought them success was also their downfall. They never expected that their plan would be ruined by two greenhorn kids!

The other team members woke up one after another, and Lord Sherlock and his entourage were also unharmed.

Ilya cursed for a long time, but his intense emotions aggravated his injuries. Jim, on the other hand, huddled together in silence. The victor is king, and now that his life was in someone else's hands, he was naturally much quieter.

Ilya's rage hastened his death. The antidote prevented the mages from using magic, so they couldn't heal him. The only one who wasn't affected by the antidote was Mor, but Mor's attitude clearly indicated that he wanted Ilya and Jim to fend for themselves.

The distant sky gradually turned gray, dawn was breaking, and this thrilling night was finally over.

At dawn, Elijah finally succumbed to the call of the god of the underworld, and David's injuries had been treated.

After all, they were teammates, so the Silver Wolf crew dug a hole in the forest and buried Ilya. As for Jim, they handed him over to Lord Sherlock, since they were almost in his territory and he had the authority to deal with him.

Silver Wolf escorted Lord Sherlock to the lord's manor, settled the bill with the mercenary guild, prepared supplies for the return journey, and then entered the Monster Forest.

The world of mercenaries isn't one for sentimentality. No matter how great the pain, for mercenaries, it's nothing more than a scar that eventually settles into a memory.

This turn of events was ultimately too shocking for Anthony. In his passionate mercenary life, he had betrayed his friends for money and profit...

Anthony overestimated himself, thinking he would be more at ease in the face of adversity. However, his first mercenary adventure revealed the cruelest side of life to him. Perhaps, this is reality.

With a sigh, Anthony realized even more clearly that he needed to become stronger, both physically and mentally. Only by becoming strong enough could he become the master of his own life.

Perhaps sensing Anthony's sadness, Abag has been unusually well-behaved these past two days, snuggling in Anthony's arms and acting cute to amuse him.

On the third day after venturing deep into the Monster Forest, Anthony finally returned to his usual self and began chatting and laughing with everyone.

The Silver Wolves have changed somewhat compared to before. In particular, everyone's attitude towards Anthony and Mordekaiser has changed. Mordekaiser, in particular, has become almost godlike to his teammates after he demonstrated his powerful magic.

You should know that the pentagram is the symbol of the Temple of Light. On the continent of Gerson, which worships the God of Light, the pentagram is something that makes people prostrate themselves in worship; it is the embodiment of the God of Light.

Moore remained indifferent. He didn't care about the indifference people showed him before, and he didn't care about the respect people showed him now. Others' opinions and actions couldn't stir his heart in the slightest.

Everyone became closer to Anthony because he proved his strength with his actions, and everyone grew to like this young man who was skilled in both magic and martial arts.

Antony, who was not a native of Gerson, also had a change in his attitude towards Mor: he greatly admired Mor.

Not only is his magical ability formidable, but his swordsmanship is also incredibly cool. The golden battle aura attached to his longsword makes it virtually indestructible. So this is battle aura!

Anthony was so envious his eyes almost popped out. To his surprise, when he expressed his admiration for Mor's swordsmanship and hoped to learn his fighting spirit, Mor actually offered to teach him.

Anthony was so happy that he shouted "Long live Moore!"

It turns out that Moore was just expressionless; he was actually quite kind and gentle at heart!

If Moore knew that Anthony spoke of him like that, he would be furious.

In fact, for Moore, if he likes someone, he can casually throw his treasures to a beggar. If he doesn't like someone, well, there's no such thing as someone he doesn't like or who doesn't fit his aura. He won't even give you a glance. So where does the idea of ​​liking or disliking someone come from?

Anthony was like a beggar that Moore took a liking to; it was just a method of cultivating fighting spirit, and Moore didn't care about it.

If Anthony knew that in Moore's mind, he was no different from a beggar, Anthony would be furious.

Moore taught the formula to Anthony and personally guided him in practicing it.

More was a genius from a young age, so his teaching method was based on his own learning style. Anthony was driven to the point of vomiting blood several times by him, but whenever More glanced at him with his cold eyes, Anthony inexplicably felt that if he didn't study hard, More would kill him with a single sword stroke...

However, isn't there a saying that goes, "Pain and pleasure coexist"?

That's how Anthony is; he endures physical fatigue, but he can't help but keep practicing.

The battle ignited his passion.

On days spent in the Warcraft Forest, one would often see this scene: a handsome young man with a cold face directing from the sidelines, while a thin, delicate young man wielding a longsword, drenched in sweat.

Occasionally, sunlight filters through the trees.

The boys' faces glowed, their eyes revealing earnestness and determination.

They occasionally exchanged greetings, and with a flick of their longswords, intense light reflected off the grass and bushes, creating dappled patterns.

What a young and beautiful scene.