The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)

4.22. Escape (6)

They wandered around, and Taja saw it lying on the ground in a smoky state. He quickly ran there. But it had not been reached by him, it suddenly burned quickly.

”Tidaaak!” panicked shouting. He wept over the broken fractured ashes in Taja's grasp. It was free to go so far that the incantation scroll was brought, sacrificing all effort even Purwa's life.

Lorr Entak was able to say nothing more. The limp body again calmed down when he saw the object scorched, ”Not ...,” his voice sounded trembling with sobs as it was. But whatever it is, it cannot restore the charred ones to what they were.

”Kraaargh!” the roaring shrill rang out again from the Witch's scream to the surprise of Taja and Lorr En. His white robe seemed to be shaking from the ground, rising to the size of five spears and his form gradually grew as fast as the eye's shock incarnated as the wind*****dark pickaxe accompanied by a foul-smelling, whirling and approaching scent, then hit Taja and Lorr En have not been separated from their panic.

”Aaagh!!” both of them screamed in a whirlwind of strong winds centered very quickly and swept away whatever was hit. Before they hit far apart. As soon as he woke up, Lorr En was already lying on the stone wall for tens of feet.

”Taja!” lorr En shouted in all directions calling out the name of his comrade. A thick fog was revealed from his sight. After that, he saw Taja far apart in a more severe state. He was half immersed in a sea of sand where he fell and was trapped there.

”Keep out of there!” Lorr Enb could do nothing to help Taja but shout to warn him. Just resting his own body, he was unable to. It feels like the ’Angzi-i-madhoom’ spell has left him completely paralyzed.

Meanwhile, at the place where Taja was flailing upwards, the Witch had already approached him first. The sadistic-faced and big-looking figure stopped right in his trapped position and could not get out of the sand.

Taja looked up, stared back at the face of the witch who was like a dead person, cold expression and snake-shaped tendon marks on his right-left temple moved up and down, then coiled. His pair of pointy eyes without eyebrows with reddish eyeballs without black pupils. The entire skin of his face and lips puckered inward, the skull cheekbones protruding across his oblong face. Almost without speaking other than the face like implying an immeasurable hatred. The unmoved witch had long enough to observe the innocent face of the child. Slowly his mouth was agape, quite clearly spoken of him except once his tongue sizzled heavily mentioning one name.

”Tajura ...”

Like the hiss of a snake, but Taja was able to catch his voice in the atmosphere of strong winds.

Taja was wide at once, watching the Witch stretch out her two arms and unite in a motion like holding a long object. Not long after he made that move, from the sidelines of his grasp, a long flat sword suddenly appeared and then cast a series of incantations.

Uffs!

Red flames accompanied by thick smoke emerged from the crew of the sword.

As hypnotized, Taja was unable to move anymore in a sharp gaze and swing of the sword that was floating towards him...

”No!” lorr En shouted across the entire peak. He couldn't afford to see that.

Wush .. krak!

There was a sound like an object darting fast and stuck on the witch's back before she could slash the Taja's body.

”Kraaargh!”

He screamed in pain and turned his attention behind him. Without knowing where it came from, dozens of mounted warriors suddenly came in the direction of Taja and Lorr En while raining hundreds of arrows and spears towards the magician.

For a long time there was resistance back from the giant bat colonies that had been wandering around the sea of sand, colliding with the weapons of a group of masked soldiers. Many bats fell dead, the rest chose to flee from there. Meanwhile, the white-robed witch also flashed missing along with the escape of the winged creatures. Without a trace of that figure. Dark fog seemed to swallow him very fast.

The daytime atmosphere in the sea of sand was slightly bright although cloudy clouds still overshadowed the ceiling in the region.

The horses approach Taja and Lorr En. There was one of them in a soldier's uniform with an iron mask on his face. After descending from the horse, he inserted his sword then grabbed the hand of Taja who was desperately expecting help. While another soldier also helped Lorr En.

Taja caught a glimpse of those who were all masked on top of their respective mounts. One of them brought the injured Raojhin. The boy smiled a little in pain.

”Lucky we saw your trail!” the soldier who helped Taja open the mask. Behind that, there was a familiar face. It turned out, he was the one who had helped her more than once in a precarious state all along. A tired smile appeared on his lips.

”Chairman Sujinsha?” call him in disbelief. Taja felt a relief to the point of not collapsing in the captain's arms.

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