The Chronicle: Chance

Mirst Leaf Awareness

"Ohuk.uhuk.."

The sound of coughing from Fern's mouth came to a realization. His head looked very dizzy with a confused facial expression, his lips were bitterly speechless. His two eyes were blurry with the shadow of Camello standing before him, "you rest. Close your eyes and also if you wake up you wait in this room let Rone accompany you here."

Camello spoke slowly with a nod by Fern. Not long after Fern's eyes closed and fell asleep. I don't know what made her so sleepy with the scent of Mirst all around her. Camello took out the Mirst leaf from his pocket.

"I will use it to save your father in Mirst Forest. You will return to Agraria immediately. If you're still here, I'm afraid that woman can't meet my niece. While the time will not be enough to catch up with the time" Camello said with a swing of his right hand finger to turn into a wolf.

"Grrrr.r....."

The sound of the wolf's sigh was heard coming out from the King's Prisoner Room. A few servants lowered their heads respectfully along the Camello walk.

His sense of smell was extremely sharp detecting the existence of Viscount Rax outside the Western Region of Asgard.

Not long after Camello ran at high speed with the blue light of Amethys a sign of the West Forest Kingdom Landramark, "if Mark here would probably be a great fight," Camello's roar rang out along the Mirst forest. The wolves that heard came running after Camello. The small animals ran back to their nests by closing all their nests. Many strong whirring winds blocked Camello's sight in running following the scent of Viscount Rax's body.

Some KM he had to reach Svartalheim. Where Viscount Rax is. Several unpretentious wolf roars passed through each Camello journey towards the border of Svartalheim.

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Lyord had already shot several arrows to attack several Orc attacks. His body was so weak that many Oracles had arrived just to attack Viscount Rax. Some of the guards from the Asgard Region had already been killed by the Orcs.

"I'm not going to die just because of you! Kill me if you are able" cried Lyord by attacking some of the Orcs with kicks and blows from the Lytherins.

A very bright blue light flashed in the sky. Many of the Oracleans felt the blue light. Some Wolves came by biting and jumping on some Orcs whose faces were so awful.

Not taking much time Lyord immediately took the initiative to steal Viscount Rax who had fainted from the Orc attack upon his arrival at Mystery Island. Lyord's index finger examined several pulse points with his blood-soaked lips, "thankfully you're still alive" Lyord said, trying to carry Viscount Rax with him.

"You're so great. So that you can carry the body of a Lyord man," the voice of the man near him was intangible.

Lyord was confused by looking for the nose of the man's voice, "who are you? Are you the Oracle," he shouted in a frightened tone. His strength weakened as his body was already unable to attack the Oracle.

The buzz!

A gray-haired man with a tall body, Mark. Omega from Camello arrives in the Forest of Svartalheim.

"I'm too handsome if juxtaposed with such an ugly-looking creature. Haha," Mark laughed in an offensive tone.

Mark gave a drink with a bottle of coconut wood, "let it go to Viscount Rax and you should drink it. In a matter of a few seconds you and Viscount Rax will arrive in the Western Region of Asgard."

The voices of some of the Oracles approached by fending off some of the trees around where they were talking and meeting.

"Quick drinking! I'll get in their way. My people are very few! My time is not much. I have come from Grofendure to assist King Camello in saving you," cried Mark, preparing to fight the Oracle.

Lyord shook violently with the clutches of the drink bottle that came vibrating, "what about you? Ah already. I'm sorry."

Lyord gave the drink to Viscount Rax. Not long ago some Orcs died with the safest. King Camello famous for his murderous magic from the Western Forest came to bring Viscount Rax home.

Unfortunately Lyord had already given Viscount Rax a drink and he had drunk the drink given by Mark. Several streams of Lyord's body reacted, some of his body starting to become transparent as the bright rays of light flashed.

Mark smiled at Lyord, "come home. We'll meet again."

Lyord smiled with a nod and held the body of Viscount Rax. Mark again attacked the Oracle.

Crash!

Orc scratches hit his back and shed a lot of blood. Mark fell on the grass.

"March! Stupidhead! Why are you here?" Camello shouted with his body turned into a human form.

"Help Your Majesty. I'm coming for you. For the West Forest and our people" Mark stammered and smiled. Not wearing the time Camello gave the ring to His Holiness Arnold of Mordemore.

"Go home, Your Majesty Arnold will heal you. I'll go home after I get them back. Thank you Mark," said Camello by wiping Mark's head which began to transparently disappear back home to the Kingdom of Mordemore.

Camello turned his body and felt an overwhelming anger. His body was releasing angry veins and nerves, "your insolence. You guys want to kill my accomplice? Feel this! Feel this!"

Groaaaaashrrrrr!

The oracles began to be killed one by one with a fist of amethys blue light. Camello's strength peaked at a perfect level. His magic was so powerful at the same level as the magia masters in the Landramark land.

Some forest trees fell with the sound of birds flying and talking to each other. Many of the Oracle's were killed by a few hours.

Camello's blue light powers are dampening. His body returned to normal, "why are you trying to kill the people closest to me? Wh why? Argggh! Why are you trying to kill? And my nephew will die! ******** you!" Shouted Camello in annoyance there. His body fell in memory of the blessings the Mirst Tree fairies had given him.

"Well, is this how you become a king? To see my family die? Arghh *******you!" Camello's hands clenched some grass back on the ground. Pull out and throw the grass in annoyance. A lot of the blood of the Oracle began to black on the ground.