Michael followed the growth of the magic mushrooms and walked deeper into the Dark Forest.
"Don't go forward. We've gone too far." Elf Eric suddenly stopped him.
Only then did Michael realize that the magic mushroom seemed to have some magical power attracting him deeper and deeper.
At this moment, Michael was drenched in cold sweat. Fortunately, he had stopped in time. Otherwise, it would have been too terrifying if he had gone into the depths.
"I suspect that there's something wrong with this magic mushroom," Mr. Royce said. "Eric said we were all suddenly picking up mushrooms and walking forward. It was as if we had been possessed. If Eric hadn't discovered us and woken us up one by one, we would have gone deeper into the cave."
"If we keep going forward, we'll enter the depths of the Dark Forest. That'll be dangerous." Mr. Royce pulled Michael and wanted to walk back. "Although those mushrooms are powerful, we've also eaten so many of them, and our magic power has increased quite a bit. Go back first."
They were now very far away from where they came from, and the other apprentices were also scattered around the Dark Forest by the attraction of the magic mushrooms.
This was also one of Miller's tricks. He used the magic mushrooms to spread out all the apprentices. This way, even if the high-level mages wanted to rush over to save them, they would not be able to do so. They also did not have enough manpower and could not split up.
In order to better lure Michael, Miller had even thrown something that could attract mages onto the dark magic mushrooms. This was also why Michael and the others had lost control and walked forward.
If it weren't for Elven Eric's elven attributes, which made him less affected, it was very likely that they would have walked straight into the depths of the Dark Forest. There were ferocious Magical Beasts everywhere in its depths, and it was difficult to determine the direction.
If Michael and the others were to get lost inside, they would be trapped to death even if the magical beasts did not kill them.
Seeing that Michael and the others had stopped in their tracks and were still planning to go back…
Miller finally rushed out from his hiding place. He chanted a spell without saying a word and attacked the group.
Before Michael could be frightened by Miller's appearance, the spell was already in front of him. Michael quickly activated his magic barrier and enveloped the few of them within.
As expected, this guy was still alive. Michael looked at the terrifying appearance of the other party and released an overwhelming amount of mana. He waved his staff again, and a magic ball strengthened by magic mushrooms flew out.
On the other side, Carl and Mr. Royce also launched an attack. Green vines grew from the ground under Miller's feet and tightly wrapped around him. Black charms also flew towards him.
Michael was about to heave a sigh of relief when he finally dealt with Miller.
However, he discovered something amiss.
Miller hadn't said a word since the beginning. According to his past personality, he would definitely mock him.
Moreover, he attacked Michael the moment he saw him as if he was forcing him to attack.
'What's wrong?' Michael thought quickly, but he saw that Miller not only didn't dodge, but he also smiled as he rammed into his spell ball. It was as if he was waiting to be attacked.
This was not right.
Michael quickly chanted an incantation to weaken the previous attack. However, it was too late. A small portion of the magic balls and Mr. Royce's talismans had already hit Miller.
As wounds appeared on Miller's body, the same damage also appeared on Michael and the others.
"What did you do?" Michael realized something was wrong and quickly used a healing potion to heal himself and his teammates.
Just now, he had only been focused on killing Miller, and the spell he had used was too powerful.
This time, Carl and Mr. Royce were seriously injured.
However, as Michael's wounds healed, so did Miller's.
"You are too despicable." Michael finally understood. He must have been hit by a spell that connected him to his life.
"Thank you for the compliment." Miller laughed. "How was it? How's the effect of being connected by fate? This is the first time a high-grade healing potion has treated me."
"Why do you look unhappy? You can't kill me." Miller continued, " All my injuries will be reflected on you."
"Are you wondering why this is happening? The magic mushrooms just now were not bad, right?"
"Of course, you can continue to hit me, but I don't know if your teammates and those apprentices can take it." Miller took out a magic dagger. "So? Even if I can't live, I'll drag you to death!"
Carl quickly let the vines fly forward, trying to control Miller's behavior. On the other side, Mr. Royce also activated the charm.
Before the attack could reach his eyes, Miller's knife had already stabbed into his chest and started to stir maliciously.
A huge pain hit them, and their spells fell powerlessly halfway through.
Miller didn't stop moving. Instead, he slid down his chest and reopened the wound the black magic spirit had opened. He reached in, took out the internal organs that the evil spirit from black magic had transformed into, and threw them out of his body. In the end, he pinched his only heart and laughed maniacally. "Let's die together, Michael."
Just as Miller was about to pull the heart out, an even stronger spell was cast on Michael and the others. The effect of the Life Link was suddenly removed, and their wounds slowly healed.
The high-level mage who had rushed over stood at the side, treating the heavily injured Michael and the others.
He had just discovered that the few apprentices he was looking after were inexplicably injured, so he had rushed over and happened to discover this scene. Coincidentally, he was a Healer, so he broke the seal of the same fate and discovered Miller.
"Why? Someone will come to save you. Why didn't anyone save me?" Miller was completely enraged. He stopped moving the moment he saw the high-level mage. He knew that he could no longer kill Michael.
He recalled the time when he was still a Basic Mage Apprentice. No one would help him when he was bullied. Therefore, he was determined to become stronger. After he became stronger, he would definitely repay all the hardships he had suffered. But now, there was nothing.
What was the point of living like this? Miller's hand gripped his heart. In the next second, the black magic spirit took control of Miller's hand, bringing him away from the high-level mage.
It wasn't easy to get such an interesting toy. The black magic spirit didn't want Miller to die so easily! It returned to Miller's stomach and stitched up the wound. It controlled him to run deeper into the Dark Forest, which even high-level mages would not easily step into.