When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 66
“Ah, an owlbear!”
A massive monster, nearly 2 meters tall, emerged from the fog.
Although owlbears are usually territorial and only attack intruders, this one was unusually aggressive towards humans. What was even more surprising was that two different types of monsters were coordinating their attack.
The idea of monsters working together was inconceivable. If one species were using the other, it might make sense, but different species cooperating for a common goal defied ecological logic.
“Don’t you think their movements are odd?”
It was Angel Runport’s whisper that helped me realize the strange, disjointed movements of the monsters. The fog made it hard to see clearly, but the monsters were moving awkwardly.
The werewolf, which should be walking on all fours, was standing on its hind legs, and the owlbear seemed unsteady, as if struggling with its own weight, looking like an animal forced into ill-fitting armor.
Then, just as the distance between the werewolf and me closed in from the exchange of blows, I heard a voice whisper near my ear.
“Damn, did this ambush fail?”
The voice was clearly human.
Were the werewolves speaking human language? This bizarre situation was further complicated by the delays in completing my magical shield. The shield shattered under the monster’s attacks, causing a backlash of magical energy.
“Cough! Ugh!”
A backlash of magical energy usually happens when a spell is forcefully canceled or when a shield or illusion collapses, often causing nausea. My stomach churned as if I was about to vomit my last meal.
I quickly clamped my mouth shut and tried to reinforce my shield against the monsters’ attacks, but the impact of the failed ambush was clear.
“Ugh, no! Alex…!”
In life-or-death battles, even a small miscalculation or momentary lapse can lead to death. Some of the team, caught off guard by a counterattack, fell, and the once-orderly formation fell into chaos.
At some point, the air was thick with the smell of blood. Whose blood was it? I hoped it wasn’t Edgar’s. Since leaving the hut, had I ever been this anxious? My hands, gripping the reins so tightly my nails dug into my palms, trembled with fear and tension.
At that moment, the flow of air suddenly changed. A fierce storm, powerful enough to clear the dense fog, swept through uncontrollably.
“The fog is clearing!”
A mercenary, struggling against the unseen enemy, cried out with joy. The relentless storm made one feel as if they were witnessing nature’s grandeur.
As the fog lifted and the surroundings brightened, I could see Edgar not far away. The fierce and turbulent wind seemed to be gentle as a spring breeze just for him.
Noticing my gaze, Edgar also looked in my direction.
“Chloe.”
His golden hair fluttered in the wind, casting a shadow on his white forehead, and his smile turned rigid.
“Come here, quickly!”
Just as Edgar, having gotten off his hose, reached out to me, a bizarre whistle suddenly pierced the air.
The sound was as eerie as nails scraping a surface. It was unsettling but seemed to have no immediate impact on our health—a mere noise, or so it seemed.
However, animals can perceive sounds beyond human hearing. The whistle’s effects led to a sudden upheaval.
“Ah! What’s happening!”
My vision spun wildly, and my horse let out a pained whinny, galloping uncontrollably. It wasn’t just my horse; all the horses were acting similarly, lifting their front legs, frothing at the mouth, and trembling violently.
“Wait…! Stop!”
Amid the chaos, the most dire situation was for Angel Runport and me. Our horse charged heedlessly, ignoring small branches and bushes, as if it would continue to run off a cliff without regard.
If we fell in this state, we’d likely suffer broken ribs and shattered bones. Angel and I clung desperately to the saddle, exerting every ounce of strength to avoid falling.
“Where are we?”
In an instant, our group seemed to have moved far away, and when we regained our senses, we found ourselves in an unfamiliar area.
