The legendary warrior novel Chapter 115

Unaware that their lives had already been in danger, Ricky, Bertha and Elder Samuel was heard discussing the secret of casting in their most distinct voices. No one realized the impending peril ahead.

Elder Samuel and Bertha felt secure for being bold and outspoken for they had been living a peaceful life and had not made any enemies in their existence.

Ricky was the only one brave enough to face the emulator due to Elder Samuel's presence. The whole world knew that the gruesome killing mission of assassinating a demi-immortal could only be done by several gallants bearing the same skill as Ricky himself or even by a more valorous innate spirit.

Shortly, Elder Samuel noticed something peculiar. Without a second thought, he warned Ricky and Bertha to be cautious and guarded as he had already deployed his Snow Vulture to position in the woods.

"Chirp, chirp!" A sound of birds chirping was heard.

Shortly after arriving, the sound of fluttering birds was heard in midair. A pair of two large dark birds of prey plummeted from the sky towards them.

The pair of horrific-feathered creatures as dark and hard as rock, were bearing an eerie spine-chilling coldness.

"Black Vicious Pengornis. I knew it is you." Ricky breathed, "A feathered creature that was as strong and daunting as the warriors at their intermediate stage of Bone Reinforcement!" Ricky finally said in his strong voice. Ricky was familiar with the beast by heart. It was a monster lurking in the most abominable environment, blood sucking and ruthless.

"Trouble is approaching! Here comes the Black Vicious Pengornis!" a voice from the crowd was heard. With the beastly flying creature plummeting towards them, Bertha growled, "Who in the name of the devil would try to kill us and do such atrocious thing!"

Elder Samuel was just in a corner standing still. In his somber mood and not uttering a single word. He knew then that their lives were in impending peril.

"Bertha, can you tell me what is really happening?" Ricky asked with eagerness to know everything in his tone.

"In the Realm of Wildness, there's a group of people called the Endless Shadow, an extremely petrifying organization of murderers." Bertha said, "In Realm of Wildness, as long as you could afford the price for employing them to commit a murder, they would put themselves out of the way to do it for you.

The troop even showed no fear of murdering casting masters of Spirit Level at the Casting Guild, for they were equipped with successful experience and they were willing to fight again.

They would pledge their lives to every task given. Their loyalty was incomparable. Once they took a mission, they would follow the target until they got what they want. They would come out of nowhere even when you were not expecting it.

Thus this was as to why they were called Endless Shadow.

The Black Vicious Pengornis was exactly the beast that assassins of Endless Shadow rode on!"

"What an inhumane and grim group of murderers!" Bertha exclaimed. As soon as hearing this terrifying words from Bertha, Ricky realized the gravity of the situation and breathed heavily.

"Bertha, their evil behaviors must have been provoked from the unforeseen forces in the Realm of Wildness. I was trying to fathom why all these forces hadn't formed an alliance to eliminate them from this world." Ricky puzzled. With his best, he tried to understand the current situation.

"All these years no one was able to quest out their nest. Even the killers had no clue of where to find Endless Shadow!" Bertha responded with exasperation.

"What's more, for each force in Realm of Wildness, Endless Shadow proved to be advantageous and convenient so they didn't have to bother to wipe it out. Otherwise, who else could be employed to help them easily get those shameful businesses done?"

"I understand. Let's put our heads together on this." Ricky nodded, agreeing to their conversation.

Suddenly, two Black Vicious Pengornis was seen from the clouds towards them.

Slowly, the two beasts landed. Three men in black came down from them.

These men were wearing black robes, only showing their pair of eyes. They were armored with a sword on their waists.

They could greatly feel the power of these three black armed men and could easily tell their identity. They were a demi-immortal, a warrior at the peak of Blood Purification, and a warrior of the advanced stage of Blood Purification respectively. They smelt danger just at the sight of these three men.