Warlock Apprentice-Chapter 1487 - Section 1488 Life and Death Beyond Ones Control

Chapter 1487: Section 1488: Life and Death Beyond One’s Control

Chapter 1487: Section 1488: Life and Death Beyond One’s Control

The resurrected Raven Knight and Camelot steadily approached the trembling Lady Connie.

“Why? My dear Raven, why… I’m your mother, don’t you recognize me anymore…” Lady Connie had eyes filled with grief and confusion, as she looked at the once familiar and deeply loved face that now had become unfamiliar and sinister.

Why was this happening?

As the Raven Knight stood before Lady Connie, raising his long knight’s sword, Lady Connie felt the cold gleam of the blade and a sense of despair filled her heart.

Just as the knight’s sword was about to fall, the rustling sound of a stepped-on leaf came from not far away.

The Raven Knight and Camelot sharply turned their heads toward the dark forest. Accompanied by a rustling sound, a mountain cat—comparable in size to a small leopard—jumped out from the woods, its eyes warily fixed on the Raven Knight and Camelot; its back arched, fur bristling, with a growl resonating from its throat.

Camelot snorted coldly, his pitch-black eyes piercing through.

When it met that gaze, the impudent cat instantly lost its nerve. With a pitiful meow, it quickly fled into the depths of the forest.

Camelot and the Raven Knight didn’t bother to chase it, planning to kill Lady Connie first.

But, when they turned back, they discovered that Lady Connie had vanished from the ground.

Camelot was furious, but the Raven Knight did not show any emotion and pointed to a trail of blood on the ground. Lady Connie was seriously injured and it would be difficult for her to stop the bleeding soon, so as long as they followed the blood trail, they could definitely find her.

Exchanging glances, Camelot and the Raven Knight took off running, blending into the darkness, and disappeared.

After Camelot and the Raven Knight had left, Alex let out a quiet sigh of relief, his face puzzled as he looked into the darkness beyond, “Why have they come back to life?”

Not long before, Alex had seen with his own eyes the severed head of the Raven Knight—how could he have suddenly come back to life?

Moreover, a year ago, when Miss Camelot was buried, Alex was also at the cemetery. He was well aware that, by then, Camelot was as dead as one could be. And like the Raven Knight, Camelot had only a head; that pale face and horrific wounds were still vividly remembered by Alex.

Why, then, had both of these people come back to life?

“Could it be a feigned death? Perhaps the severed heads weren’t actually theirs? If so, then so many people who died in the past, could it be they didn’t really die?”

Alex couldn’t find an answer. He knew little, and his memory was partially lost. He could only look towards Angel, who might know something amidst the mysteries that filled his eyes.

“They haven’t come back to life, those two are… undead,” Angel said thoughtfully in a low voice.

When Angel had seen the Raven Knight earlier, he had felt something was amiss. Though now without a physical body, his vision hadn’t failed. He distinctly sensed that the being that was the Raven Knight was not made of flesh and blood, but was full of potent Soul Force.

However, their Soul Force was chaotic and disordered, not that of an ordinary soul, but rather of a fallen undead.

But Angel was puzzled; it was exceedingly rare for ordinary people to congeal into a complete soul after death, let alone degrade into an undead.

What exactly had happened in the short two days since their death?

“Undead?” Alex’s brow furrowed even more upon receiving the answer, “Our pursuers are undead? Then it seems the clue has gone cold again.”

After all, they couldn’t interrogate an undead.

“Not necessarily, there might be a controller behind the undead,” Angel said, unintentionally recalling the image of Mandhela. Mandhela could control undead, and some Soul Witches also had ways to control undead on a small scale.

“However, whether the controller is a person from outside the cage or one within it, that’s uncertain.”

If the one controlling the undead was the creator of the cage, finding the truth through this means would be very difficult. But if the controller of the undead was within the cage, there might be a chance.

Hearing Angel’s words, Alex quickly caught on and looked at Angel, “We need to find Lady Connie!”

Before, Alex needed Lady Connie to leave the Holy City, to feign death, in order to find the killer.

But now, Alex hoped to ensure that Lady Connie stayed alive. Because Lady Connie knew the truth, and if there were someone controlling the undead, and this person was within the cage, they would definitely try to kill Lady Connie. As long as Lady Connie stayed alive, the antagonist would likely reveal themselves in their efforts to kill her.

Angel understood Alex’s thoughts and gazed deeply at him: the one who wanted Lady Connie dead was Alex, and the one who now wanted her to live was also him.

This didn’t mean that Alex had developed a conscience; in fact, his desire to keep Lady Connie alive made him seem even more cold-blooded.

Angel suddenly felt that before Alex lost his memory, he might not have been a mere mortal.

First, Alex could see through the Illusion Technique to spot his hidden self, meaning Alex was highly sensitive to energy; secondly, Alex’s behavior and thought process were not like that of a mortal, but rather like someone who had been steeped in the rules of the Wizards’ Realm for many years.

Of course, this was only Angel’s speculation; perhaps Alex was merely an elegant madman with peculiar thinking.

Minutes later, under Angel’s guidance, Alex arrived at the base of a cliff.

“Is Mrs. Connie here?” Alex asked in confusion.

“If I’m not sensing it wrong, she should be here.” Angel pointed at a pile of weeds to the side, and Alex cautiously approached, pushing aside the weeds to reveal a low stone cave.

The cave was very small, fully visible at a glance. Even though it was dimly lit, Alex still saw Mrs. Connie hiding inside, and he smelled a strong odor of blood.

Alex gently nudged Mrs. Connie and got no response, but he could see her chest rising and falling; she seemed to have just passed out. The blood, however, kept flowing. Even though Mrs. Connie had wrapped her arm tightly with her clothing, it barely helped. If she didn’t receive immediate medical attention, she was probably not far from death.

“We can’t move her now; we must first stop the bleeding,” Alex said as he began pulling out various bottles and jars from his divine robe.

These were medical supplies Alex had brought with him before leaving, originally intended for his use in case the killer discovered and injured him. Unexpectedly, they ended up being used on Mrs. Connie.

Worried about the two undead following him, Alex worked quickly. Nevertheless, he was still a step too slow.

Just as he was finishing up, the mournful wail of the undead echoed from afar.

Alex didn’t hesitate to abandon Mrs. Connie, preparing to make his escape. At that moment, preserving his own life clearly took precedence over saving Mrs. Connie.

But his reflexes were quick, Raven Knight and Camelot were even faster!

When Alex looked up, he realized that he was only ten short meters away from Raven Knight, who was clutching a longsword. Given the knight’s prowess, closing the distance and dealing with him would be a breeze.

After losing his memory, Alex smelled the scent of death for the first time.

Raven Knight stepped closer.

Alex’s pupils contracted sharply, and cold sweat poured down like mercury.

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As Raven Knight got within two or three meters, Alex was prepared to resist with all his might; however, he suddenly noticed that Raven Knight’s gaze was not fixed on him, but darting around in confusion.

As if he couldn’t see him at all.

At that moment, Camelot also approached, pointing at the bloodstains on the ground as if trying to convey something.

Alex looked down and saw that the trail of blood that had spread to the cave when Mrs. Connie had fled there had eerily turned a corner, extending into the unknown darkness.

Camelot, seeing that Raven Knight didn’t pay attention to her, huffed coldly and stepped into the darkness ahead.

Raven Knight hesitated for a moment but still followed her.

A potentially fatal crisis had inexplicably dissipated into nothing.

Alex was still somewhat stunned when he suddenly thought of something and turned to Angel, “Mr. Pat, was this…” What happened?

“A little Illusion Technique,” Angel answered casually, but he did not elaborate. The illusion he had cast not only concealed their sight, but also masked their sensory perception of energy and completely covered the scent; it was definitely not a simple illusion.

Alex let out a sigh of relief, “Thank you, you saved my life.”

“That Raven Knight from just now has an incredible perception. He might have noticed something was off. Before he reacts, do what you need to do quickly.”

Alex nodded, entered the cave quickly, and went over the unfinished business of stopping the bleeding again.

Soon after, Alex emerged carrying Mrs. Connie on his back, “It’s mostly sorted now; we just need to find a safe place to stitch up her wounds.”

“It’s time to go. I can sense that Raven Knight is beginning to return.”

Alex nodded, carrying Mrs. Connie as they hastily made their way down the mountain.

Just a few minutes after their departure, Raven Knight arrived at the entrance of the cave. When he saw the pool of blood that had filled the cave and recalled how the blood trail he and Camelot had been following suddenly disappeared, he instantly understood that their pursuit had been false, and Mrs. Connie had been hiding here all along!

Raven Knight immediately emitted a strange fluctuation, and Camelot came following the sound.

The two undead, upon witnessing this scene, rushed down the mountain without hesitation.

However, by this time, under Angel’s guidance, Alex was growing more distant from Raven Knight and Camelot…