Once the strong wind recedes to breeze and finally disappears, a female humanoid figure stands between me and the werewolves.
"Lady Hamadryad!"
Once calling her that, the werewolves prostrate before her.
But my eyes are glued to her half naked body.
Her lush and greenish hair nearly reaches the ground but some strands tumble over her glossy shoulder. There were thin clothings that look like leaves covering her chest and crotch. Her other body part is exposed. Her eyelashes are velvety . She has slender eyebrows and sea-nymph ears.
Her height is over 160cm but her breasts size is about Myla's size which are obviously big.
Her face shows she is lost in thoughts. She looks calm and slight smile spread across her good looking face.
As she is just a meter from me, I could see her fair skin which is slightly greenish. Her enticing, constellation-blue eyes gazed at me over her puffy, heart shaped lips. My nose inhales airy, exquisite but refreshing aroma from her. Her whole aspect makes my dick hard.
A soothing voice comes her mouth,
"Forgive me for sudden appearance. I can appear anywhere in this forest except area surrounding Dalish camp."
"Are you Lady Hamadryad. I am delighted to meet you. I am Hiro, the ruler of Hezri Kingdom just outside this forest."
She nods and smiles.
Lanaya steps forward and interrogates the high dryad.
"My lady. Is what they said true?"
Lady Hamadryad closes her eyes. We could see sorrow in her expression.
She nods and says.
"I just want my stolen item and my power being unsealed...."
She then glances at the werewolves.
"And these poor Dalish men to be restored to human form and meet their families."
A werewolf interjects,
"Until we found you, my lady. Then we found peace."
I could see tears on Lanaya's eyes.
"How do we do those things?" Clementine asks as if she is bored with everything.
She is really something. Being nonchalant even after seeing all these creatures.
"Kill Zathrian. Then, my power shall be unsealed and the werewolves shall be restored. The forbidden blood magic remains as long as Zathrian is still alive. Forgive me."
Tears start flowing down Lanaya's cheeks and her body trembles.
"I agree to do that..killing Zathrian but I have conditions."
"I vow to give my everything to one who help me."
The magical woman declares. So, this is my chance.
"Once I kill Zathrian and restore your original power, you must be mine."
***
2 days later at isolated area in Dalish camp.
"Ah. An here you are already." Zathrian is praying while kneeling when we reach there.
When we arrived, he was not in the building. According to Lanaya, he always at this meadows, praying during this time of the day.
I have my followers with me. Gheyna, Mithra and Lanaya are here as well.
When he is aware of us, he stands up.
Clementine chuckles and retorts,
"He is happy to see we did the hard work for him. Was that the reason you sent us to endanger our lives?"
"Do not call me that, woman! I am the keeper of this tribe and I have done what I must. Did you find anything?" He raises his voice but Clementine smirks.
Lanaya steps to my sides. Tears start flowing in her cheeks.
"Why did you kill all of them? Our families? The blood magic. Why did you steal the dryad's property and killed them?"
The old man's eyes go wide.
"Did you meet the high dryad? So, she lied to you."
"Zandia. Alita. Kuria. Dali. They are still alive. But the rest were dead, killed by you." Lanaya utters words steadily despite her tears.
His face turns pale when she says that.
"We not only meet the dryad. But we also meet the four of them." Mithra says while struggles to contain her anger.
"You killed my father." Elora says in soft but enraged voice.
"You killed my grandfather, uncles and everyone!" Gheyna screams.
"Hm. I send you for getting them but they made you turn against me." Zathrian gradually regains his composure as if he has made his mind.
"Your majesty. This is matter of our tribe which I will deal with these girls. You just desire power. I deal with them and you get what you want. This is not your business, so go away. Return when I finish dealing with these girls."
"Are you trying to kill them as you did with their dead families?" I interrogate.
The old man looks cold and indifferent. He says,
"It's none of your business, your majesty. Just go!"
"They are my women. I will not let any harm falls upon them!"
"Then you die with them. You will suffer what you deserve!" He barks and raises his stick.
That stick glows.
"Why your majesty? This stick is the source of my tremendous magic power. I stole it from that dryad!"
Damn it! This guy is hard.
"Wall of The World." Once he said that, a shockwave passed by us with him as the origin.
Lanaya shouts,
"This spell isolates us from outside world. Whatever happens in here, sound and view won't reach outside. No one can escape and enter!"
"Hahaha. Excellent my beautiful disciple Lanaya. You really learned from me!"
He then chants something.
Black figures start appearing one by one from the ground. Skeletons. No, they are more than mere skeletons. Their hands have no fist, only long sharpm claws. They move fast.
Ten of them appears and more are appearing.
My followers and even the four Dalish are forced to defend against them.
"Protect our Spellcaster . Protect Sylvia, Selene, Soraya, Elora and Lanaya!" I bellow while fighting against a foe.
Clementine destroyed two of them but more of those things appear.
"Lightning."
Sword of electricity strikes Zathrian but he is not harmed. Sylvia is shocked.
"He has cast defensive spell. Keep attacking until he runs out of magic!" Lanaya yells her hints.
"You treacherous disciple Lanaya. But will my magic run out or yours? I still have the dryad's stick to supply me power."
Knowing that casting magic attacks in the skeletons is waste of magic power, Sylvia concentrates her electricity strikes on Zathrian.
"Lightning."
"Lightning."
After her third strikes, Zathrian becomes panic and chants something. So, it works.
"Sylvia, continue attacking until you run out of magic!"
I had already planned our battle before. Alycia is now using smaller attacks compared to when she attacked the ogre. So, she could launch more attacks.
"Lightning."
"Lightning."
"Lightning."
The old man once again chants something in panic.
"Lightning."
"Lightning."
"Lightning."
"Curse you, little girl!" Zathrian angrily bellows at Sylvia before chanting again.
"Lightning."
"Lightning.
"Lightning."
He shouts again.
"Lightning."
It seems Sylvia runs out of magic power. She falls to the ground and now being protected by Amber who is being surrounded by skeletons.
"Soraya!" I order my second attacker.
Soraya Zoen shoots crystal arrows repeatedly. Her attack might not as deadly as Sylvia's but if she continuously attacks, Zathrian might be forced to consumes his magic to create magical shields.
Farnese and Gheyna who are average melee fighters are able to destroy skeletons but they are struggling. Dennet and Jester are helping them but their hands are full.
Meanwhile, Soraya keeps shooting.
"Gheyna!" I call my third attacker. She is not a sorceress but her arrows are already imbued with magic.
Gheyna shoots.
Soon, Zathrian is forced to reconstruct his magical shield. It works.
After about half an hour, Zathrian had casted defensive magic five more times. Gheyna runs out of arrows and Soraya runs out of magical power.
"My turn." Elora claps her hands.
Then, blue aura envelopes Zathrian.
He chants his defensive spell.
It seems this magic simply breaks the opponent's magical defense. It's not offensive spell but it is effective.
"You, little girl!" He barks again as he is frequently forced to chant defensive spell as his magical shield continuously weakens.
Within fifteen minutes, Elora runs out of magic power but Zathrian seems nervous.
"Inferno." My final magical attacker, Selene starts.
"Inferno."
"Inferno."
"Inferno."
Zathrian chants his spell.
As someone who possesses more magical power, Selene the elven girl launch more rounds of attacks than Sylvia.
After eight rounds defensive chants by Zathrian, Selene falls in her knees. She runs out of power.
But Zathrian seems very pale.
I believe continuously summoning those skeletons consume him a lot of magical power.
I give cue to Farnese and Brita.
Brita is now protecting Farnese as they are advancing towards the exhausted Zathrian.
He is obviously nervous not knowing what would happen next.
Once just before the old man, Farnese stand and summons "Liberator" shotgun. She points that to Zathrian.
He is wary and looks confused, not knowing what will hit him.
"Poom."
"Poom"
He is dumbstruck. She raises her stick again to reconstruct his magical shield. Before he could chant, Farnese shoots him.
"Pom."
The shot from liberator creates a hole on Zathrian's face.
He collapsed to the ground and the skeletons disappears.
I run to his corpse and feel his body.
His body is cold. This sorcerer is dead.
