"Tinos, you stay behind."
"Vinda, I can still manage." Tinos flexed his newly healed arm, "This level of injury has no impact on me."
"No." Rosier shook his head, "If you pursue further, he will definitely use you as a breakthrough point, and by then, we'll have to leave another person behind."
"You go take Nagel's place and send the injured people together, get them to come over swiftly."
"Alright." This time, Tinos didn't hesitate and immediately returned after identifying the direction.
Rosier and the others set off again, chasing in the direction where Kael had departed.
It was already dawn.
Kael was weaving through the dense trees, awkwardly realizing that he seemed to be lost.
Just a moment ago, he was focused solely on evading those pursuing him, without any time to determine direction, resulting in him now having no idea of his current location.
"No, if this continues, I'll just be endlessly chased." Kael felt some agitation.
Just then, the Billywig responsible for reconnaissance brought him some good news.
"So, now only one person is chasing me?"
Listening to the Billywig's buzzing, Kael steeled his heart and stopped directly.
"Where is he?"
The Billywig pointed in a different direction, and Kael swiftly turned his broom and flew over.
In less than a minute, he spotted the Wizard hovering in midair.
Without any useless words, Kael raised his wand directly.
"Sectumsempra!"
Klaf, in charge of chasing Kael, although puzzled by why he suddenly turned back, the current situation left him no time to think. He swung his wand, and a streak of red light shot directly at Kael.
Kael had no intention of dodging, instead, while the opponent was avoiding Sectumsempra, he pointed his wand at the tree beside him.
Klaf's Stunning Spell was blocked by the Silver Shield surrounding Kael... the branches started writhing rapidly, tightly wrapping around his leg, then a trunk nearby suddenly grew a huge maw full of fangs.
"Still want to ambush me? Aren't you underestimating me a bit?" Seemingly reminded of Telong's leg being bitten off, Klaf instantly became furious, shattered the trunk beside him, then redirected his target to Kael.
"Crucio!"
"Expelliarmus!"
A deep and a shallow red light collided in midair, bursting with dazzling aftershocks, akin to a red sun.
"Ha, Disarming Spell... just a kid after all!" Klaf sneered, forcefully gripping his wand, causing the orb of light to slowly move toward Kael.
Kael's face showed a panicked expression, scrambling to manipulate his Magic Power, trying to fend off the approaching orb.
But it was futile; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't prevent the orb from nearing.
"Vinda told us to be cautious, but now it seems you've exhausted your means." Klaf grinned viciously, "I hope later when I interrogate you, you don't surrender too quickly, so I can spend more time torturing you, avenging Telong and the others..."
Suddenly, Klaf's voice ceased abruptly, his whole body convulsed briefly before falling straight from the tree.
With the loss of Magic Power's support, the Crucio Curse vanished instantly, and Kael caught the spinning wand, walked up to Klaf, reached out his arm, and said plainly, "You really should've listened to Rosier."
A Bowtruckle emerged from Klaf's sleeve, holding a tiny Bone Needle, polished from Basilisk teeth.
While dueling with Klaf, Kael had sent the Billywig along with the Bowtruckle to his side.
Klaf didn't notice this... or he did but didn't care.
After all, in a forest, who would care about those ubiquitous and very weak Bowtruckles?
Kael again produced his wand, placing it in his palm.
"Guide me!"
The wand spun a few times in his palm, then its tip pointed in a direction, Kael immediately mounted his Broomstick and flew away.
Moments later, Rosier and the others arrived, and there were six of them, indicating they had gathered all the wounded, and those previously responsible for the care were now freed.
They immediately spotted Klaf lying on the ground.
One of them rushed over to check on his condition, then turned back pallor-faced to say:
"Vinda, he's dead."
"I know." Vinda Rosier said solemnly, her gaze falling on Klaf's hand where it had turned completely black, with a barely visible tiny wound.
"Nundu again?" Rosier frowned, shook her head and said, "No, it shouldn't be, the wound is too small. It couldn't have been a Nundu bite."
"It should be some kind of poisonous bee." One of them pondered aloud, "But in the Magic Realm, are there such poisonous bees? Killing a battle-hardened Wizard in such a short time."
"It might be something else." Rosier closed her eyes, waved her wand, the ground turned into a swamp, swallowing Klaf up gradually.
"I'll kill that guy! I must kill him!" a Wizard roared.
"Quiet, first we need to track him down again." Rosier looked around and muttered, "He surely wants to leave here quickly, the simplest and fastest way is to find the correct direction..."
She seemed to have an idea, placing her wand flat on her palm.