Trying not to alert the other party, Rhaegar slowly turned around and saw a fifth-order mage who had found him with Horn, who was looking at Horn's corpse in shock while waiting for Rhaegar's answer.

"I don't know. Rhaegar said blankly, "When I woke up, he was already lying here. I seem to be familiar with him, but I can't remember his name, and I can't remember my own. Who are you? His companion?"

The geist stroked his head lightly with his hand, as if trying to remember something, but then frowned, as if the thought pained him.

This behavior made the mage lose his vigilance—or rather, he had never been wary of the disciple of the master of the mage tower in front of him—and he walked quickly towards Rhaeggar.

"You may have been attacked, you may have suffered some kind of head injury, I think we'd better get out of here and join the others as soon as possible..."

A sudden energy arrow interrupted his words, and the mage, who was less than five meters away from Rhaegar, had no time to dodge the swift attack of the wind, and the energy arrow pierced a bloody hole in his chest.

Rhaegar pursed his lips, two clumps of acid fell on Horn and the later mage with his thoughts, and in the white smoke and pungent smell, the corpses of the two gradually turned into pus, and the next moment, the geist quickly disappeared into the dense woods on the side, waiting for the others to arrive.

The appearance of the mage and his last words made Rhaegar realize that there must be some kind of unique connection between Horn and his companions, and although he failed to tell them the truth, the news of his death had been sensed by the mages who were traveling with him, and even the mage tower, and a week was enough time for the mages who had been left behind by the giant bird to arrive.

Rhaegar didn't plan to run away. No one knows exactly how much the mages know about him, and if they find out about their companion's killing and link it to his disappearance, the information about him is likely to be exploited. The world of magic is full of all kinds of strange things, anything that seems unthinkable to others can happen, even the slightest clue is enough to get him caught, and he must destroy all traces that might expose himself before he leaves here.

The second mage arrived five minutes later at the place where the two companions had died, and it was clear that there was some special connection between them, but all he could see was foul-smelling pus running from the ground.

The mage immediately understood the source of the pus, and the tragic fate of his companions made him feel a visceral anger, but before he could investigate further, a faint ** sounded in the bushes not far from him.

An invisible force field appeared around the mage's body, and at the same time, a red light flashed from the staff in his hand, and the flaming arrows stored in the staff were adjusted to be ready to be fired, and after all this preparation, the mage carefully walked to the place where the sound came from.

In the bushes, Rhaegar lay on his back on the ground, and although he could not see any wounds, his pale face and painful expression spoke volumes about his condition.

"Hold on. The mage whispered, first casting a detection spell, and after making sure that there were no powerful creatures within a radius of three hundred meters around him, the mage withdrew the protective force field, lowered his body, and began to check Rhaeggar's injuries.

As he crouched, Rhaegar opened his eyes and struck his fist precisely into his Adam's apple.

A strange and muffled sound came from the mage's mouth, and the broken bones pierced his throat and trachea, and he couldn't breathe or speak, only staring at Rhaegar in front of him with wide eyes, and the staff in his hand began to flash red at the same time.

A pair of large, powerful hands grabbed the top of his head and jaw before he unleashed the magic on his staff, then gently twisted his neck.

"The hunt begins. Rhaegar rolled over and sat up from the ground, whispering, the light that only predators could only appear when hunting flickered in his eyes again, a series of killings were quietly awakening something in his soul, and the thirst for battle and blood pounded his consciousness.

It was not an easy task to deal with three mages above the fifth order, especially when they gathered together, the death of three companions in quick succession obviously raised their vigilance, and when Rhaegar spotted his prey, he saw three mages who had opened their shields and stood in a triangular formation.

"The connection between them allows them to sense each other's location, but when one of them dies or some accident happens, they can only sense its approximate location, otherwise it won't be one, but five mages next to Horn's corpse - apparently they are splitting up to find the corpse of their companion. Hiding in the leaves in a geist state, Rhaegar looked at the mages below and thought to himself, "They must be separated." ”

Rhaegar slowly gathered the magic power, and the invisible consciousness power stretched out into the air like tentacles, and those mischievous magical energies fell into the grasp of these tentacles, and then they were arranged in a regular formation, and the next moment, the magic composed of the subdued energy roared and flew towards the middle of the mages.

At the same time as the mages unleashed their detection spells to detect abnormal magic fluctuations, a flaming meteor had already streaked through the space and flew in front of them—the most offensive spell of the third order of magic.

For a sixth-order mage and two fifth-order mages, such an attack was obviously not a threat, and the energy blast from the blast bomb did not even make their protective shield fluctuate in the slightest, but it was enough for these mages to detect the presence of their opponents, and although they were a little surprised that they were able to dodge their own detection techniques, the mages still chased after the geysers who deliberately made a rattle of passing branches and leaves.

The mages, who were furious by the low-level magic fired by the geyers from time to time and the constant difficulty in catching up with their opponents, did not notice that in the bushes beside the path they passed, Rhaegar's body was lying quietly in a pre-drawn protective magic circle.

About fifty meters after the last mage left, the geymer form of Thunderga went in the other direction with lightning speed, and this time, his body, which could pass through most barriers, didn't hit anything.

A second later, Rhaeggar's flesh opened his eyes, and he crept up from the ground, and under the cover of the trees, he deftly tracked the mages who were galloping forward with their galloping arts, without making a sound, and the mages whose speed comparable to galloping horses could not throw him off at all. It was a skill he had learned from his newfound memories, and it was with them that the great warriors of ancient times used to defeat invading enemies in the jungle.

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