Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Chapter 504 504 Spread the News

Chapter 504 504 Spread the News

504 504 Spread the News

With the first village finished, Wolfe moved on to the next point that was marked on the map, and realized that the villages here were very close together. They weren't even a kilometre apart, and if he increased the power output of the spells just a little, he could create an entire wall of impassible magic. Nothing with hostile intentions would be able to pass along the border, with a node at every village keeping up the spell.

He had to give them all a [Mana Gathering Array], which he had hoped to keep somewhat secret in case the Witches got close, but the villagers would do their best to destroy everything and give themselves time to get away down the escape tunnels if they were invaded. That would give the Witches much better things to do than go looking for the source of his spell.

The route Wolfe took would head north, away from the battle, then take him back closer to the Witches, before crossing between the two groups. That would be the most dangerous part of his mission today, and the most likely to get him noticed, even while he was camouflaged and flying low.

Greeting the village was going to be an interesting prospect, since only their leaders would have seen Wolfe before, and he didn't know any of the scouts at the other villages. Seeing a man flying with magic should be a good hint about who he was, but he couldn't be sure, so Wolfe stopped by the marked entrance on the map and waited for the scouts to see him before approaching.

"I am the Snow Demon, Wolfe Noxus. I have an arrangement with your leaders to protect and supply the villages, and I have come to cast a protective spell." He explained.

"We know the name, come in before you're noticed. What sort of spell are you planning to cast?" The scout asked.

"One that will keep hostile creatures, not just monsters, but also hostile humans and Witches, away from your village. I will set it to protect the underground, so the spell doesn't give you away, but it will give your people time to flee if your village is invaded." Wolfe explained again.

"Sounds good to me. I will bring you to the boss. How many villages are getting it?"

Wolfe smirked at him. "As many as I can before they catch me and start shooting at me. After that, it would be too dangerous to head straight for the villages, so I will have to retreat."

The badger-kin scout laughed. "Aye, it would be too dangerous to keep hopping between villages while they're shooting spells and artillery at you. If the mundane army figures out that it's you, they're not going to go easy. They will shell the surface into oblivion trying to kill the Snow Demon."

"I'm counting on it. If the distraction gets the witches all worked up, then they might get this standoff to turn into a full-on war. Once they are engaged, I would like every village in the area to send a team to attack them and make sure that the locals win."

Wolfe elaborated on his plan as he found the best spot to place the spell, and within minutes he was on his way again, headed for the next village in line.

One after another, the villages further from the battle were sorted out and protected, and it was time for Wolfe to make the dangerous part of his journey. He had to either make a broad circle behind one of the forces, or cut in between the two and hope he wasn't noticed before he could finish his work for the other villages.

Both options had their downsides, but circling behind the mundane army could be a ridiculously long detour, while the Witches would be watching out for powerful magical creatures, since they had been empowering the monsters in the region with their curses.

Wolfe wanted to see just what their force looked like after all that. Perhaps it was possible for a high ranked witch to reverse the damage, but with so many of the curses cast, the curse makers should be sickly and horribly mutated by now.

Perhaps he could sneak a peek after his work was done here.

The path down the middle seemed like the best way. It was surely monitored by both sides, but they were watching for each other, not a fast-moving creature in the grass. That would be Wolfe's approach, he would fly low enough that he was touching the grass, so he looked like a black and white monster in his Ghillie Suit. The appearance would be familiar to the villagers, and once they stopped panicking that he was a monster, they shouldn't shoot at him.

His flight magic wasn't as fast as the plane at full speed, but Wolfe could exceed a hundred and fifty kilometres an hour, even at ground level with obstacles to dodge.

Once he had changed to his familiar winter hunting suit, he realized how much it stood out, and altered the white to be shades of grey. That would still stand out against the grass, but it would blend with the dirt, and it looked more natural in the summer grasslands.

With his outfit fixed, Wolfe set off through the grass, leaving a wake of disturbed plant life behind him as he raced toward his next target. If anyone did notice him, they weren't doing anything about it as he approached the road that marked the centre of the journey.

This was the most dangerous moment, when he would be in the open on the most travelled portion of the trip. He had his senses open as far as they could go, but his sight was limited by his extra low altitude. His head was only half a metre off the ground in this prone position that he hoped emulated a running beast.

He passed over the gravel road and back into the trees, and heard only one startled exclamation about a running monster in the area before he was safely back out of range of the mundane army's closest outposts and headed for a village entrance.

Nearly perfect.