Chapter 282: (282): Sargona

"Take its heart out before she ravages the village."

Natasha shouted at Wilmore, hardly holding herself in the strong wind, Eliot grabbed her arm hugged her, and quickly sped out of the storm.

The prince cursed; this female imp could simply dodge and represented supremacy. Wilmore hung on the chest of the mountain, but the storm was mighty enough to make him fly in the clouds as he hardly bounced.

The imp was angry, her male and children were slaughtered and she wouldn't leave before making sure to kill these people.

The prince made an ice bridge and seethed ahead,  as fast as he could, and jumped on the imp, his large nails scratched the wing and she struggled, flying to the sharp rough rocks to smash Wilmore.

He had no other choice but to frizz her head, striving forward, he ignored the wounds that the rocks caused him and let out the ice, the imp's brain chilled and her eyes iced, then it grew over her body and she hit down the rocks and scattered like a broken mirror.

Landing on the snow, Wilmore shook his body and a mixture of blood and ice rained around.

"Damn! Look how terrible we look."

Rave growled, his whole body was washed down with imps blood.

"Is the forest close to here, Rave?"

Asked the prince, forming to his human figure, marching down to his horse.

"Yes, if we return to the passed byway, we can hit the forest road."

"Killing the imps is hard, it took us five hours."

Huxley notified.

"Yes, if they get close to our borders we will have many fatalities."

Nicolas confirmed, saddling up on his horse.

Sprinting down the path, they rode to the forest. Wilmore ceased his pace and finally came to stop near thick trees.

"Nic, Donald, you stay here."

They obeyed to watch over the horses and the rest tiptoed to the building.

"I smell magic."

Wilmore stated, nearing the place he extended his hand and it burned as an invisible magical shield shuddered and sparked a ray for a second.

"We can't get inside," Rave announced who tried once more. He hissed as the magic burned his finger.

"They keep something valuable there."

"Perhaps hide something that benefits them." Wilmore believed.

"Those are fae words." Eliot pointed to the writings on the pillars and the building."

"Which kind of language? Elven? Abyss? Griffin's?" Natasha mentioned.

"Elves language. I know the alphabet but I can't read."

"What should we do? We need someone to break this shield!" Hux remarked.

"That young boy! Frank Foley."

It was the only person that came to Wilmore's head.

"We must get back, there is nothing we can do here," Eliot commented, he did not feel good.

"Yes, let's leave." As Wilmore said, a huge man hit the shield, spread on the ground as if a piece of stick.

"Donald!" Winston shrieked his name. The knight fell on the ground, he was pale and as if a corpse, no, a corpse itself.

"Shit!" Rave stiffened where he was.

Winston picked his fellow up and Wilmore roamed for the witch that kept Nicolas.

"Let him go," the prince formed in the Lycan figure, he would want to let his fangs cut this ugly witch.

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Her hair was gray, she was old. A human dark witch in a red tattered dress seemed she wiggled in dirt and thorns. She bared her teeth, they were rotten and the thing that sounded like a smile was the ugliest smile ever existed.

"What if I don't?"

Wilmore gazed at the dark cloud that enveloped Nicolas.

"You wench, I'll kill you myself, you killed my brother."

Winston left Donald to Eliot and Hux and dragged his spiky ax on the forest floor, a simple kick of it on her head could send her head onto the rabbit hole.

"Don't worry, I'll send you all to him."

The woman laughed but it changed to a shriek when purple flames embraced her, she moved her hand and Nicolas was about to fall on a spear but Eliot snatched him, his fangs already grew long, and exhibited to the witch that was screaming in pain.

King William majestically came out of the dark with the young boy and walked in front of the witch, keeping Frank close to himself step by step.

"A spider witch! Where is your black widow?"

"Burn in hell!"

"I'm already in hell, answer or you will burn in hell."

They heard a crawling creature, heads turned to the shield, her spider was on the other side of the shield, a huge black widow at the size of a bull.

The spider opened its mouth and its saliva stormed out.

"What's in there that you protect?"

The King raised a brow, his eyes were twinkling in golden flames.

"Hm, if I wanted to tell you, then I wouldn't be tempted to send her there."

He nodded, "then we don't need you. Frank, burn her."

Frank was startled, killing her! He swallowed before he could settle with that order.

"Leave it to my ax."

In a blink, Winston's heavy ax swung and blood sprayed on Frank's face."

He held his breath, couldn't even blink. The headless witch fell on the ground and her blood watered the forest floor. William's hands on his shoulders forced the boy to turn back.

"Frank, your flame can shatter the shield. Just put your palm there and recite the spell."

He explained calmly while leading him slowly there. Frank wanted to look back at the witch but the king stopped him with his large slender fingers, his long black hair caressing his cheeks. He could sense the shivers that were striking through the boy's body.

"Don't be afraid of the spider, I am killing it right away."

The King assured the boy and passed by Wilmore, shooting him a glare.

Natasha was shocked, Donald was dead, the quietest and bravest one among them all. She couldn't stop her tears.

"Come sister!"

"No!" She shouted and snapped at his brother's hand.

"We couldn't even notice her, we foolishly lost him."

Eliot hugged her.

"They are dark magicians, masters of ambushing in the dark and ruin their scent. Come, let's go and see what is inside there."

He helped her to stand up.

"Hux, keep them men watch here, Eliot, you stay out."

Wilmore commanded and walked after the human magician. He could feel and hear the clues of terror in the boy. The spider was now more frantic. 

Frank gathered his courage and closed his eyes to shrug the fear off his tailbone, placed his palm on the magical shield around the mansion.

"Sen khei de mien."

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