Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 991: He’s Not In Danger Of Dying



While Caddor and Narissa watched the battle on the ground, they scanned the Allied Armies. The two of them were looking for the young man who wielded Areadbhair.

Despite the distance, the two of them had the ability to zoom in their vision, so they had no difficulty observing their opponents.

"Do you see him?" Narissa asked.

"Not yet," Caddor replied. "Just keep on looking for now."

The sound of fighting intensified below them, but Jovar was only doing this to distract everyone.

The Fomorians have two goals.

One was to locate Ethan, and the other was to see any traces that came from the Treasures of the Tuatha De Danann.

"I found one," Narissa said in a solemn tone while pointing at the left side of the Allied Forces. "She also looks very familiar."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Caddor shifted his gaze towards the beautiful lady with long green hair.

"She's the mermaid who sang during the battle at the Sea," Caddor, who had a very strong memory, commented.

"Since she's here, it means that that young man named Ethan is also here," Narissa stated. Caddor nodded. "Let's continue to look for him. The last thing we want is to have him attack us from the rear with the army of the Ocean Races."

They had already been traumatized by that first clash between them and the Ocean Races.

This was why they made sure that their ships flew high enough to prevent any attacks from the sea.

Suddenly, the two of them felt a strong fluctuation in the battle that was happening below. "Jovar has gotten serious." Narissa arched an eyebrow. "It seems that this Beast King isn't weak."

"He's not weak." Caddor commented. "He might even be the strongest among the Rulers of the Shire Continent when it comes to physical combat."

A distance away from the Fomorian flying Ships, King Arawn's Flying Carriages hovered only a dozen meters above the battlefield of ice.

The King of Annwn and the Vampire Lord sat on top of the carriage, sitting on chairs while being served wine by King Arawn's subordinate.

Clearly, the Flying Carriage was meant for this kind of viewing as well, allowing King Arawn to admire the scenery while traveling.

"I don't see Ethan anywhere," King Arawn said as he swirled the wine in his goblet. "Do you think he's preparing to ambush the Fomorians from somewhere?"

"I don't know," Godfrey replied. "But the Fomorians will not be caught in a surprise attack a second time-ouch, that got to hurt."

The Vampire Lord saw Jovar stagger a few steps back as Seff landed an uppercut on his jaw. Both of them were now fighting seriously without holding back.

The fluctuations of their aura was even making the ice shatter under their feet.

But it posed no problems to the two of them as they continued to exchange blows against each other.

Seff had felt very lonely for a long time since there wasn't anyone strong enough to fight him in the Shire Continent.

Of course, Professor Barret and Professor Rinehart could give him a run for his money. But the kind of battles Seff wanted wasn't a spar where everyone was holding back.

He wanted a fight with the intention to kill.

This was why he couldn't help but smile right now even though his opponent was proving to be a tough nut to crack.

Even with a direct hit from his fists, Jovar only took a few steps back and continued to fight.

If an ordinary monster were to be hit by his punch, it would have already been obliterated by now. But the Fomorian Chieftain's physique was the real deal.

Of course, Jovar wasn't one-sidedly taking a beating.

He had also landed solid hits at the Beast King, which sent the latter flying.

However, Seff would always land on his feet and only skid a few meters on the ground before once again charging like a madman.

King Arawn and Godfrey could only shake their heads in distaste at the sight of the two Barbarians who were having a go with each other.

Long-lived beings like them pursued art, elegance, and anything beautiful.

When they were young, they already had their share of hot-bloodedness, so they could understand wanting to smack someone with their bare fists.

However, they had grown numb over such a low-class style of fighting.

They were more interested in magical duels because the power that emanated from such battles was quite a spectacle to watch.

Seff and Jovar, who were in a world of their own, grinned fiercely at each other as the blows they exchanged became more intense and ferocious.

The ice had already broken under their feet, but their auras were strong enough to keep them afloat, making the surface of the sea churn as they tried to overwhelm each other.

Finally, as if coming to an understanding, both backed away at the same time.

Blood seeped at the corner of Seff's lips, but the happiness in his eyes didn't waver.

It had been a while since he felt pain, and he welcomed it gladly.

Jovar had a bleeding nose, and it was clearly broken by one of Seff's relentless strikes.

However, he, too, found this battle quite exhilarating.

It was many times better than getting one-sidedly bullied by the members of the Ocean Races

in their home turf.

"Let's continue this later," Seff said before looking down on the sea under his feet.

"Right." Jovar replied.

Down below them, they were feeling a strong surge of power, which caught Caddor's, Narissa's, King Arawn's, and Godfrey's attention.

This power was something that they couldn't ignore, so Seff and Jovar decided to stop their battle for the time being.

They didn't know what was under the sea, and they didn't want any variables from interfering

with their battle.

Under the sea...

Illumina and Princess Wilhelmina, who were protecting the block of ice from possible

damage due to the battle between the Beast King and the One-Eyed Giant heard a crisp

cracking sound.

Soon, more cracking sounds blared as pieces of the ice shattered from its body.

Half a minute later, the entire surface of the ice was covered in cracks. Then, as if reaching its

breaking point, it finally shattered.

Revealing a young man and a young lady, hugging each other.

It was the young lady who opened her eyes first.

She then took a step back and even playfully pushed Ethan away, making Illumina move to

support her husband's body, which was as cold as ice.

If not for the fact that she could sense that Ethan was still alive, she would have already attacked Nicole, who was looking back at her with a devilish smile on her face. "Don't worry," Nicole said. "He's not in any danger of dying. But he might need a few minutes to regain consciousness."

After saying those words, Nicole looked up and sent out a fraction of her power, making the two combatants distance themselves from each other, feeling the deadly threat she posed. Since Ethan was currently in a lethargic state after his life force had been sucked away, she decided to stop the two barbarians from fighting each other for the time being. She really didn't care about the outcome of this war because for her, it's all the same regardless of who won.

Just like Nicole had said, Baradiel was now numb to many things due to her long lifespan.

However, since she was possessing the body of Nicole, she once again started to feel the things that she thought that she had lost through the passing of time.

And since Ethan had just helped the owner of her vessel extend her lifespan, she wouldn't mind protecting him until he regained consciousness.