Wizard World Irregular

Somewhere in Westshire…

“So this is the place where Celestia is hiding,” Harial said with a smirk on his face. “You’ve been of a big help to me, Quizana.”

A beautiful elf, whose eyes were blank as if hypnotized, stared at the handsman with long green hair. She didn’t react to the man’s praises, but the latter didn’t seem to mind.

The elf’s body was pierced by multiple vines that held her in place.

Harial was feeding on her blood, power, and knowledge, allowing him to learn many things.

“I guess it’s tfor your reward then,” Harial said as the vines pulled Quizana’s body to him, making her stick close to his body.

Harial smiled and kissed her lips, and her body slowly merged with his own.

“You will live withfor all eternity,” Harial whispered seductively in her ears. “Thank you for everything.”

After saying those words, the beautiful elf’s head merged with his own, slowly reconstructing Harial’s body into the beautiful Elven Lady whom he had just absorbed.

This was how he managed to capture the other elves by using the bodies, and memories of his victims to get close to his new targets.

After absorbing everything they had, they bechis "skins", allowing him to find more victims, repeating the sprocess over, and over again.

But before Harial could even enjoy his transformation, several arrows flew in his direction, forcing him to use his vines to block them all.

“You bastard!” an elf emerged from the woods and unleashed an arrow that glowed with great power. “Die, Fomorian!”

Harial sneered. He transformed his hands into drills made of vines and thrusted them forward.

When the drill and the arrow collided, a loud explosion took place, sending a dust cloud expanding from the point of impact.

From that dust cloud, countless arrows flew in Harial’s direction, making him frown.

Although he already expected that the Elves would discover him, he didn’t think that they'd discover him very early.

Aside from Quizana, he had already consumed two more Elves, making his victim count rise to three.

He thought that this would not be enough to make the Elves becaware of his existence. But, he made one wrong calculation.

The place where Queen Celestia dwelled was protected by High Elven Magic.

The moment Harial trespassed into this territory, he was already detected by the High Elves, who didn’t hesitate to band together to destroy him.

“Hah~ I guess it’s tto leave,” Harial knew that he couldn’t underestimate the Elves. But, just as he was about to merge with the ground, planning to travel beneath it, a shining blue arrow flew in his direction.

Just like what he had done earlier, Harial transformed his hands into a Vine Drill and raised it, intending to repel the arrow that contained great powers that could potentially harm him.

But the moment his vines collided with the arrow, all of them were obliterated in an instant, catching Harial by surprise.

Fortunately, his senses kicked in, and he reflexively tilted his body to the side, preventing the arrow from hitting his heart.

However, it still landed on his upper right chest, making the Fomorian groan in pain.

He immediately used his regrown left hand to apply pressure to the wound before hatefully glancing in the direction where the arrow had cfrom.

There, he saw a beautiful lady with long blue hair and eyes, who was looking at him with a sneer on her face.

“Celestia!” Harial growled before diving head first to the ground, burrowing as fast as he could.

That one arrow told him everything that he needed to know.

Knowing that he would definitely die if he stayed any longer, he made the decision to retreat and leave Westshire as fast as he could.

Queen Celestia watched the Fomorian flee with a sneer on her face, but she didn’t make any attempts to pursue him.

The High Elf who had arrived at the scene bowed her head respectfully to the Water Fairy Queen and apologized to her for letting the Queen's sanctuary, which they were supposed to be protecting, be breached.

“The Fomorian has already fled, and I’m sure that he will leave Westshire as fast as he can,” Queen Celestia stated.

“Should we not run after him?” the High-Elf asked. “He is a very dangerous individual.”

After saying those words, the Water Fairy Queen disappeared.

She could have killed the Fomorian if she really wanted to kill him, but she chose not to.

Allowing the races to understand that these ancient monsters had once again appeared in the Shire Continent would raise their awareness, allowing them to make preparations for future invasions.

Also, there was another reason why she allowed Harial to escape.

‘The rest is all up to you, Ethan,’ Queen Celestia thought. ‘This will be a good experience for you.’

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Two weeks later in Grandshire…

The four Fomorians gathered together in a small cottage deep in the woods, which belonged to a hunter.

Of course, the Hunter was already killed to prevent any witness of their arrival. To ensure that there would be no traces of his death, Aspis swallowed him whole.

But after hearing what had transpired in Westshire and Eastshire, the Demi-Human Snake couldn’t help but hiss in anger.

“You fools!” Aspis glared at Samara and Harial, who had alerted the locals that their race had once again stepped foot on the Shire Continent. “I can understand why the Elves discovered Harial, but you, Samara—I thought you knew better than to interact with Humans!”

Samara sighed because Aspis' anger was well placed. If she hadn’t bectoo greedy, targeting Queen Celestia’s Successor, her cover wouldn’t have been blown.

Since the battle with Oscar Asta, she understood that staying in Eastshire was no longer possible.

Because of this, she headed to Grandshire earlier than the agreed tto meet. However, she also found Harial in the city. Since the two of them were already there, they decided to keep a low profile, lest they once again catch unwanted attention.

“I think we have greatly underestimated the races on this continent,” Fannar, the demon-like human with two small white horns on his head, said. “The Dwarves might not have discovered me, but I didn’t get an opportunity to infiltrate their underground cities.

“Their defenses were simply too good, and if I were to use brute force, I would have definitely been restrained because of their unique artifacts and weapons. How about you, Aspis? Did you get any news from the Beastkins?”

Aspis shook his head. “I encountered a few Beastkins who immediately knew that I wasn’t a native from Southshire. Fortunately, none of them knew the scent of Fomorians, so I managed to brush it off that I cfrom Midgard.

“However, there was this young man named Conall, and his sister, Lyall. The two of them foundvery suspicious, so I was forced to retreat while I still had the chance.”

Harial chuckled. “So, in short, although you weren’t discovered, you still didn’t get any information. How useless are you? At least I managed to find Queen Celestia’s dwelling place.”

“And I found out about the identity of her successor,” Samara stated.

Aspis snorted. “What you two discovered isn’t something hard to find out. News of Queen Celestia and the teenage boy who acquired her powers was a wide-spread news even in Eastshire.

“Everywhere I went, it was the only thing that most Beastkins were talking about. Do you really think that the two of you learned something new?”

Fannar was about to tell everyone to calm down when his body suddenly stiffened, making his companions look at him with solemn expressions on their faces.

“We’re surrounded,” Fannar stated. “I can sense seven people.”

“You bastards!” Aspis hissed. “Did you not even consider that someone might be trailing you!”

Harial and Samara ignored Aspis and waited for Fannar to give them more information about the people that had encircled their cottage.

“Four humans, three Beastkins,” Fannar said. “It seems that you have also been followed, Aspis.”

Harial and Samara both sneered at the bossy snake, who had a surprised expression on his face.

“I was followed?” Aspis couldn’t believe that someone had managed to bypass his detection.

“Well, it doesn’t matter,” Harial stretched his arms and legs. “There’s only seven of them. Let’s just deal with them quickly.”

Samara and Fannar nodded their heads at the stime, while Aspis clicked his tongue.

“Fine,” Aspis stood up as well. “Make sure that you don’t leave any survivors behind.”

Suddenly, the four Fomorians charged at the wooden walls of the cottage, breaking through them.

A second later, a giant spiked wrecking ball crushed the cottage, turning it into a pile of wooden splinters.