Chapter 389 389 The Errol Tribe

Half an hour later.

Veronica finally came to her senses. At the same time, she could only feel a piercing pain all over her body.

She and her clansmen accidentally fell into the enemy trap and were attacked by several hostile families, causing most of them to die and were injured in an instant. In the end, she rushed out of the trap with a serious injury. She ran all the way in the enemies' pursuit but finally fainted because of her serious injury and the exhaustion of magic power.

She tried to open her eyes, only to feel that her eyelids were heavy. Fortunately, she finally opened them.

However, what she saw was a huge shadow. Her pupils moved slightly, and she finally saw the black shadow in front of her clearly.

It was that damn magic bear!

Subconsciously, she wanted to run magic power to blow Oswald out of her eyes, but she felt severe pain in her body. Under this pain, she fainted again.

In front of Veronica, Oswald scratched his head and looked at the woman who fainted again, and said helplessly, "At least she's a level-9 practitioner. Why did she faint again?"

In the distance, Locke's mouth twitched, "Is there any possibility that she was shocked to faint by you?"

"She was shocked to faint by me?" Oswald was not pleased and said, "You don't know how many female bears in our Bruce magic bear race love me."

Locke could not help rolling his eyes and stopped arguing with Oswald.

During the night, the group of people who chased Veronica appeared several times, but Locke and the others all narrowly escaped them.

It was not until the next afternoon that they completely get rid of the pursuers behind them.

"Stop! Who are you?"

It was a boy about ten years old. He was holding an arrow and wearing tiger skin clothes. Judging from the concentration of his magic energy, he was a level-2 practitioner.

At this time, the boy had already pulled the bow in his hand to the full extent, and clearly told Locke and Oswald, "Don't blame me for not being nice if you had any moves."

However, Locke still clearly captured a trace of fear for strangers in the boy's eyes. Obviously, all his performances just now were shams.

In fact, Locke had noticed the boy a few minutes ago. However, the boy didn't know that he had been exposed, but approached them furtively.

"Take it easy. We are not bad guys." Oswald waved his hand and said.

However, Oswald's appearance was a little scary after all. Seeing that Oswald waved his hand, that boy trembled, and the arrow in his hand directly shot out.

Crack!

The arrow hit Oswald's body. In the boy's frightened eyes, the arrow was broken into two pieces.

The Bruce magic bear race was famous for its strong body. Even if level-7 magic hit Oswald, it wouldn't cause much damage to him, let alone this small arrow.

"You..."

Looking at the arrow falling on the ground, the boy's face turned pale. He screamed and wanted to run away. Locke waved his hand and imprisoned the boy with magic.

"Let go of me!"

"My grandpa will be here soon. You two can't run away!"

The boy was going red in the face.

Oswald sneered, with a fierce look on his face, "Humph, that'll be just right. If your grandpa comes, we can kill him together!"

The boy's face turned from red to blue and finally turned pale.

Locke shook his head and waved his hand to remove the magic from the boy's body, "Well, don't scare him."

"My name is Locke Capet. This is Oswald." Locke introduced themselves.

The boy looked at Locke and Oswald in a state of shock. After a while, when he was sure that he was not in danger, he said, "Bradley Errol."

"Hello, Bradley." Locke greeted with a smile, "Can you introduce the situation here to us?"

Bradley hesitated for a moment and finally sat down opposite Locke and Oswald.

"This is the East Territory. I'm from the Errol tribe." The boy said a name strange to Locke and Oswald.

"The East Territory?"

"You don't even know the East Territory?" The boy was surprised.

Locke shook his head. He had never thought that there would be humans living in this land of inheritance.

When Bradley was about to explain to Locke and Oswald, a dry cough came from a distance.

Following the dry cough, they saw an old man standing there. He was wearing a black magic robe, but this magic robe was significantly different from what Locke and Oswald had ever seen. To be exact, this magic robe was an ancient style.

Looking at the old man, the divine power in Locke's body began to run secretly. To be able to appear in front of them without being noticed, this old man was definitely not an easy person to deal with.

"Grandpa!"

The boy rushed directly toward the old man.

The old man staggered toward Locke and Oswald.

Although the old man had an ailing feeling, Locke didn't dare to look down upon him. Judging from the aura of the old man, he should be a level-9 mage.

"Don't panic, gentlemen."

The old man smiled gently and stopped in front of Locke, "This world is divided into five major territories, the East Territory, the West Territory, the North Territory, the South Territory and the Middle Territory. Now we are in the East Territory."

"How about going back to the tribe with me first if you want more information?" Then the old man glanced at Veronica who had fainted and said, "Your friend may need the help of a healer."

Locke kept silent for a while and then nodded. Now they urgently need information about this small world. Although the old man was very powerful, he had a lot of trump cards in his body. Even if something went wrong, they were still able to escape unscathed.

In the small world, it was impossible to tear apart space and enter the space channel, so everyone could only rely on energy to fly.

Twenty minutes later, many buildings appeared in Locke's sight.

"The high priest is back!"

Locke heard someone shouting from a distance.

"Gee, the clothes of that human and magic beast are so strange." Soon, some people also noticed Locke and Oswald.

"They are those outsiders!" Someone shouted.

As soon as the soles of Locke's and Oswald's feet landed on the ground, they felt numerous hostile gazes shooting toward them. Some of them even took out their weapons. It seemed that they would rush over as long as the old man gave the order.

Oswald moved closer to Locke unobtrusively and whispered, "Locke, these people don't seem to like us."

"Wait a minute." Locke's eyes darkened slightly and braced himself up. If anything went wrong, he would run away at once.

"Stop!"

The old man shouted in a low voice.

Obviously, the old man had a high prestige. Hearing the old man's words, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all dispersed the energy that enveloped their bodies.

Locke sensed that the strength of the people here was generally below level 7. However, although their strength was relatively low, the purity of magic power and fighting spirits was quite high. He estimated that it was due to the reduction of the original energy of the small world that the magic energy became weak, so these people's strengths were not very high.