I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 19 Order

it……

How did you get up to the treetop?

Wilder's pupils dilated instantly.

Confused, lost.

More than anything, it was fear.

Lyle fell from the tree, a piece of his soft armor on his chest shattered, and blood was gushing out; his fate was unknown.

Cyrion and Gru were about two hundred feet away, and it would take them some time to get there.

The giant spider's next target...

It must be myself!

His brain exploded instantly; this was the closest he had ever come to death in both his lifetimes combined.

Apply oil to the soles of your feet

In just eight seconds, he could escape this mortal enemy; even the most agile giant spider couldn't catch him.

But eight seconds...

too long.

He didn't even have time to complete the first structure of the spell in his mind.

There was a rustling sound from the tree canopy overhead.

"Bang!"

The dark blue figure crashed down in front of Wilder like a meteorite, causing the ground to tremble.

Eight jet-black eyes, like eight polished obsidian stones, were arranged in a staggered pattern on the giant spider's head. They all turned in unison, eventually all aiming at him.

The terrifying mouth slowly opened, revealing a moist, viscous, dark red cavity behind two enormous sharp teeth.

The distance should not exceed three feet.

The stench assaulted his nostrils, mingling with the surging fear in his heart, making Wilder feel nauseous and want to vomit.

The giant spider didn't pounce immediately, but tilted its head slightly, as if enjoying the fear in the young mage's eyes.

"I can't die..."

Wilde murmured softly.

As his consciousness sank into the depths of fear, he finally touched the rock that brought him back to his senses, and the instinct for survival began to replace the fear.

I must not die.

Can't sit still.

We need to do something.

How to do it?

First, rule out casting spells; it won't last eight seconds before it devours itself alive.

That leaves only...

The giant spider seemed to sense that the fear on its prey's face was fading, and it immediately lost interest in playing with the creature. It finally decided to devour the little mage who had spilled oil all over it.

"hiss--"

With an excited roar, it opened its abyssal maw, revealing two sharp fangs, and pounced on Wilder.

"Wild!"

Cyrion and Gru were already rushing over, but a warrior with maxed-out physique and a short-legged dwarf still poisoned were ultimately a bit too slow.

They watched helplessly as the giant spider lunged at Wilder, its sharp fangs nearly piercing his skull.

At the critical moment—

"Get out of here!!! Get out of here!!!"

Wilder suddenly roared, accompanied by a powerful surge of magical energy that caused the leaves behind him to fall in a rustling sound.

The giant blue spider's body suddenly stiffened.

The fangs were almost touching Wilder's neck, but for some reason, they could not go any further.

Consciousness is as if it has been stripped away; only one thought remains in its simple brain—

Get out of here.

This is an order.

Its eight long legs trembled simultaneously, and then it actually began to move backward, gradually distancing itself from Veldora.

Wilder was panting heavily.

In less than half a day, after casting [Greasy Spell] twice and [Burning Hand] twice, plus the [Command] just now, he could feel that his mana was almost exhausted.

Seeing the giant spider slowly retreating, his first reaction was to use [Burning Hand] to burn the beast to death again.

But that won't work.

Previously, it was tested that the wild goose was bewitched by the [Command] for about five seconds, while the monster's time would be even shorter.

But his spell requires eight seconds to cast, which is simply not enough time.

Moreover, with so little mana remaining, it's very likely that it won't be enough to support a complete spellcasting session.

Cyrion and Gru had arrived. They carried the unconscious Lyle and hid in the bushes behind the tree with Wilde.

Cyrion laid Lyle flat on the ground and checked his breathing: "He's badly injured, but he's still alive."

Gru breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Wilder: "Little guy, what spell did you use just now? Why was that giant spider suddenly so obedient?"

Wilder did not answer.

He peered through the gaps in the bushes at the giant spider outside, muttering a count:

"one."

"two."

"three."

"Four……"

Before the words were even finished, the giant spider, which had already retreated dozens of feet away, suddenly stopped.

"hiss!!!"

Consciousness returns.

The humiliation it had been seduced into drove it into a rage, its eight eyes rapidly turning, searching for the hidden enemy.

"A little over three seconds."

Wilde kept it in mind.

"Let's retreat. You take Lyle and go first, I'll cover you," Cyrion suddenly said. "The intelligence was wrong, this thing isn't a giant spider at all."

"What is that?" Wilder asked.

"As you just saw, it can disappear from one place and reappear elsewhere." Cyrion's tone turned serious. "As far as I know, only the Phase Spider has this ability."

"Phase Spider?"

"Hmm, I've never seen them either, but they're said to possess a teleportation spell and are entirely a deep blue color. All of that matches up, there's no mistake."

"But..." Wilder's heart sank. "It can teleport. How can we escape?"

"There was an opportunity. We cornered that beast before, and it only used its teleportation ability when its life was threatened," Cyrion replied. "This shows that this ability cannot be used continuously, which is why it had to save it for last."

Wilder nodded.

Retreat is indeed the best course of action.

This kind of monster is beyond the capabilities of their brass-badged squad.

Suddenly, Wilder and Cyrion simultaneously sensed something amiss.

Gru...

Why haven't you said anything?

The two of them turned their heads at the same time.

"Gru?"

The dwarf didn't respond. His face was pale, his lips were purple, and he was leaning against a bush, his eyelids drooping.

"He was fine just now?" Cyrion glanced at him, then yanked open Gru's trouser leg. There was a shallow scratch on his thigh, but the surrounding skin was swollen and turned blackish-purple.

"He's been poisoned." Wilder glanced at it. "It must have been from the barbs on the giant spider's leg."

Gru barely opened his eyes, his voice muffled: "I drank the antidote, I'll be fine in a bit..."

Before he could finish speaking, his head lolled to the side and he fainted.

Cyrion pulled a bottle of medicine from his pocket and frowned as he looked at it.

The bottom of the bottle was cloudy, and the surface of the liquid was covered with foam; it was obviously a counterfeit product from a roadside stall.

He casually tossed it aside, then took out his own potion and gave Gru a few mouthfuls, before laying him flat on the ground.

"The previous method won't work." Cyrion hunched over, peering through the bushes at the Phase Spiders scurrying outside, his voice low. "We can't escape with two people."

Wilder didn't say anything.

He understood what Cyril meant.

Either abandon your teammates or give up on retreating.

How should I choose?

"Cyrion," Wilder suddenly spoke, "can you finish off that giant spider in three seconds?"

"What?"

Cyrion was taken aback, not understanding what he meant.

"I mean, if I could make that giant spider freeze for three seconds..."

Wilder lowered his voice, "Are you confident you can kill it?"