Chapter 154 I Think Your Misfortune Is Rubbing On Me

Chapter 154 I Think Your Misfortune Is Rubbing On Me

"They're finally gone, Vassago," Thirteen said as he lightly patted the Pocopoco's head. "Thanks for the hard work."

"Mmm." The Pocopoco hummed, not shying away from the boy's touch and praise. "But, Zion, when will you recover your vision?"

"If I rest properly, it will return in three to four days," Thirteen replied. "At least, that is my estimate. I pushed myself a bit too much during the battle."

"I see." Vassago nodded. "There is something else that I forgot to tell you earlier. Your hunch was right. They have managed to slip through the cracks."

The boy frowned after hearing Vassago's report.

"How many?" Thirteen inquired. "And how close are they to our location?"

"Four, and they are at least five miles away," Vassago replied. "But since Tigerkins have superhuman senses and instincts, I'm sure they already sensed that something might be happening here in the Furvus Grasslands. There's a high possibility that they will investigate."

Thirteen sighed. "Things are never easy."

"They certainly aren't," Vassgo commented.

"Vassago, let's form contingency plans," Thirteen stated. "I don't want to leave any stones left unturned."

The seven-year-old and the Pocopoco discussed many things, while Tiona rested her head on his shoulder and listened silently.

Snakes didn't have ears and usually used their fork-shaped tongues to feel the vibrations in their surroundings.

But the Domini Mortis was different.

It was one of the handful of snakes in Solterra that possessed the natural blessings to hear and understand things perfectly.

Since its potential to Rank Up was stripped away, the Domini Mortis was compensated with a few abilities to make up for it.

It had other unique abilities. It could make its body as hard as steel, had a high level of stealth, could swim, and could dig underground.

They also had high resistance to heat and cold.

Domini Mortis could even swim on lava, unaffected by the heat.

Of course, getting hit by a Fireball Spell was a different matter.

Magic wasn't made from natural heat or flames, so if they weren't careful, they could get seriously injured or, worse, killed by it.

Truth be told, the Domini Mortis were a blessed race.

Seeing the Black Hound's reaction, Adira wasn't able to stop herself from giggling. Although she didn't understand what Blacky was trying to say, she could make guesses due to how angry it was.

Suddenly, the three heard a loud whistle, which made Thirteen's body tense.

"Lady Adira, do you remember those Tigerkin Scouts I mentioned a while ago?" Thirteen asked.

"Are they coming?" Adira asked.

"No," Thirteen replied. "They are already here."

As soon as Thirteen said those words, an arrow flew in their direction, which prompted the Drow to fire her own arrow in the span of a heartbeat.

The two arrows collided, deflecting each other and falling harmlessly on the ground.

A few seconds later, four Sabertooth Tigers, with Tigerkins mounted on their back, entered their sight.

The Sabertooth Tigers were Rank 3 Monsters, while the Tigerkins themselves were Rank 4 to Rank 5 Beastkins.

They were the Scouting Party that the Tigerkins had dispatched in the Warsor Plains.

But after seeing the Drow, the boy, the Black Hound, and the steel cage where an Obsidian Tiger Beetle was held, they thought that Adira was just a Slave Trader who planned to sell the monster she caught to the Barbarians.

Thinking that the Drow was easy prey, they didn't hesitate to attack so that they could torture her to gather information.

"Zion, I think your misfortune is rubbing off on me," Adira said wryly.

"Lady Adira, don't worry about me and save yourself," Thirteen replied. "Blacky won't be able to outrun them with the two of us riding on his back."

"You're right," Adira said before summoning her sword to cut the rope that bound the Obsidian Tiger Beetle to Blacky's body. "Off you go!"

The Drow slapped the Black Hound's backside, prompting Blacky to run away, with Thirteen hanging onto it for dear life.

The Sabertooth Tigers then separated into two groups with three of them pursuing Thirteen and Blacky and the last one charging toward Adira, who had a sneer plastered on his face.

"Since you want to die, then I'll send you on your way," Adira said as she nocked an arrow to her bow and prepared to fight.

Although she was worried about Zion, she knew that she didn't have the luxury of helping him at this point in time.

The Tigerkin that had stayed behind was as strong as her, so she didn't have the leeway to focus her attention on other things.

'Just be safe, Zion,' Adira thought. 'I'll finish this quickly and come to find you.'