Wizard Moreton unleashed a continuous flame from his hand. By the time the deity of Gosford woke up from its dizziness, it was already surrounded by flames. All it could do was scream in agony. The screams were getting softer and softer.
Reinforcements had arrived. Suddenly, the skeletons stopped moving when they were 5 meters away from Wizard Moreton. Afterward, they fell down and shattered into pieces.
The battle was over. Wizard Moreton lowered his head and looked at Abel. He asked worriedly, "Abel, how are you?"
By this point, Abel had already calmed down from the intense battle. As soon as he relaxed, his whole body began to ache, especially his mouth. There were still some small crystal fragments inside, so it hurt even more.
"I'm, I'm fine!" Abel said with difficulty. More blood came out of his mouth.
Wizard Moreton took out a bottle of potion from his portal bag and put it in front of Abel's mouth, "You're fine? Here's some medicine. Take it first. I'll find you a better one when we get back."
Abel swallowed the potion in one gulp. A numbing and itchy feeling emerged from his mouth. Soon, he spat out a few more crystal fragments with blood in them. The wound in his mouth had also recovered a lot.
"Let's go back first!" Wizard Moreton said.
"Teacher, the things on those wizards!" Abel said with difficulty.
"You miser. Don't worry, I won't forget." Wizard Moreton's body flashed. In a short while, he had taken the portal bags off the beginner wizards. He threw the dead bodies into the portal bag and returned to Abel's side.
"What about this guy?" Abel knew how powerful this deity of orcs was. How could he not have anything good on him?
"Abel, according to the rules of the battle, this is your victory. You blocked the first attack and protected me. You used your injured body to stall an intermediate deity. You interrupted the deity's spell at the most crucial moment!" Wizard Moreton said with a serious look on his face as he looked at Abel.
Abel asked strangely, "Teacher, isn't this what a disciple should do?"
"Why do you have such a strange thought? A disciple is just a disciple. I don't have to risk my life for my teacher. "Although Wizard Moreton said this, his eyes were filled with gratitude and gratitude.
"Teacher, I'll only be safe if you're safe. I'm fighting for my own life!" Abel said sincerely.
"Abel, not many people can do this! Let's clean it up and take the body of the priest away. We'll go back and treat your wounds. "Said Wizard Morton as he looked at Abel's scarred face.
Abel searched the Orc Shaman's corpse, but he didn't find a Portal Bag. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. Just as he was about to throw the Orc Shaman's corpse into the Portal Bag and slowly search for it when he returned, he realized that he couldn't do so at all.
"Teacher, where is this guy's portal bag?" Abel asked Wizard Moreton.
"The Orc Shaman's portal bag is very strange. They don't trust anyone, and they're used to putting the best things into their body. That's why they would replace one of their bones with a portal bag." Said Wizard Moreton.
Abel finally understood why he couldn't put the Orc Shaman's corpse into his portal bag. With the level of the portal bag, it couldn't store other portal bags. It seemed like he had to find the Orc Shaman's portal bag first.
It seemed like he could only use his power of the will to check. Suddenly, Abel remembered that when he was at the peak of his attack, the Orc Shaman's right hand had a clay monster that turned into a clay armor. That was why his attack was useless.
Yes, right hand finger. Abel scanned the Orc Shaman's right hand with his power of the will. After scanning back and forth, he finally found something different about the finger bone.
He took out an ice magic greatsword from his portal bag. With a flash of the sword, he plucked out a finger bone from the orc deity's hand. The ice power on the tip of the sword froze the flesh on the finger bone. Then, as the tip of the sword vibrated, the flesh and blood fell off.
Wizard Moreton couldn't help but sigh when he saw Abel's sword technique. "If you didn't become a wizard, you would have become an extremely powerful Knight. What a waste of your talent as a Knight."
Of course, Abel wouldn't tell Wizard Moreton the secret of his golden combat qi. He just reached out his hand and held the finger bone in his hand. He poured his power of the will into it without any resistance. The wealth of the Orc Shaman was exposed in front of him.
The space in the finger bone was not big. It was only a little more than 1 cubic meter. There were some bottles, some parchment scrolls, 2 books, and a pile of magic gems inside. What caught Abel's attention the most was a humanoid puppet that was made entirely out of metal.
"Teacher, can you take a look and see what these things are for?" Abel handed the finger bone to Wizard Moreton.
Wizard Moreton smiled and did not refuse. He took the finger bone and began to examine it.
Abel put the Orc Shaman's body into his portal bag. Then, he saw the Orc Shaman's magic staff on the ground not far away. It was the first magic staff he had seen in this world. He walked over, grabbed it, and directly threw it into his portal bag.
"Abel, be careful with the crystal bottles inside. Don't open them carelessly. You can only touch them after you have learned potion concoction. Shamans are good at using poisons. According to my estimation, most of the things inside are all kinds of poisons. It's best if you just take a look at the knowledge of the shamans. Although their system originated from the same source as the human wizard system, after countless years of modification, it has changed beyond recognition." Wizard Moreton reminded Abel after he checked the items inside.
"Teacher, what is that metal puppet?" Abel was very curious about that puppet, so he asked Wizard Moreton.
"If I'm not mistaken, that metal puppet should be an elite shaman's Iron Stone Demon." Wizard Moreton explained.
"Iron Stone Demon?" Abel heard this name and thought about the skeletons that the shaman had summoned today. It seemed like the Orc Shaman profession was quite similar to the male wizards in the Dark World.
"It's said that some elite shamans would forcefully remove the 'Iron Stone Demon' spell from their body before they died to protect their descendants. This way, the Iron Stone Demon could live forever after the elite shaman died." Although Wizard Moreton did not have a good impression of the shamans, he still admired their actions.
"So, there are a lot of these Iron Stone Demons in the Orc Empire?" This was the summon of an elite shaman. According to his teacher, if every elite shaman removed the 'Iron Stone Demon' spell before they died, how many Iron Stone Demons would there be?
"How is that possible!" Wizard Moreton laughed and shook his head. "Let's not talk about how many people can withstand the pain of an elite shaman's spell. Let's just talk about the success rate of this spell. It's already good if you can succeed 1 out of 10 times. So, your biggest reward this time is this Iron Stone Demon."
"Teacher, why didn't that shaman use the Iron Stone Demon?" Abel asked curiously.
"What else could it be? The one on his body should be an improved version of the 'Mud Stone Demon' spell. It's specifically used to save his life. Although I don't know how it works, the Mud Stone Demon and the Iron Stone Demon cannot appear next to the summoner at the same time. This is determined by the power of the law."
After Wizard Moreton explained Abel's question, he waved his hand and said, "If you have any questions, you can ask them later. If you don't heal your wounds soon, you might be in trouble!"
As he said that, Wizard Moreton grabbed Abel's arm with his hand and began to teleport continuously. This was the second time Abel had experienced this kind of treatment. With his previous experience, he wrapped his golden combat qi around his head under his skin. The effect was very obvious. The dizziness disappeared.
As they continued to teleport, Abel felt the power of an intermediate shaman. What kind of power was this? They could teleport a few hundred meters in an instant, and then another few hundred meters. There was a river in front of them. The river was about 200 meters wide. Normally, this was not a small river, but Wizard Moreton had brought him to the left bank of the river, and then to the right bank of the river. Just like this, they kept teleporting through space without any obstacles.
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