"Everyone, High Priest Ferguson is only saying that because he's in a hurry to obtain news about our divine artifact!" High Priest Horace stepped forward and said with a slight bow.
He realized that Master Bennett's status in the Central Continent was far beyond his imagination. It was no wonder he didn't care much about potions due to his body condition, so he didn't know about Master Bennett's status in the Central Continent.
To be honest, if it was any other master potion maker, no one would risk offending the Crazy Heart Valley just to help Abel.
Just as High Priest Ferguson was about to speak, High Priest Horace gently pulled him back, not allowing him to say anything more.
Priest Horace looked at Abel and bowed, "Master Bennett, we just want to see your contracted Beamon giant beast. It doesn't matter if it was summoned by a holy object or not. We will still give you 100 intermediate light gems as compensation."
Abel lowered his voice, "Priest Horace, I've made it clear. If you want to see it, then prepare to fight with my Beamon giant beast."
100 intermediate light gems were nothing in his eyes because that many intermediate light gems could only support his cultivation for 30 days, which was equivalent to 3 days on the Central Continent.
Priest Horace looked at Abel, "Master Bennett, I'll give you another 100 intermediate light gems. 200 intermediate light gems in exchange for a glimpse of your Beamon giant beast. Also, as you said, Priest Ferguson will fight with your contracted beast." Priest Horace saw Abel's expression. If he didn't want to make Abel unhappy, he would offend the guests even if he went to the training field. Therefore, he lowered his voice and increased the number of light gems.
After witnessing Abel's status, he didn't want to make an enemy out of Abel for some unknown reason. If the Beamon giant beast was really summoned by a holy object, then he would go back and discuss it with his family. He couldn't make an enemy out of Abel right now.
Abel nodded and bowed to the guests, "Since you've said so, please come to the arena when you're free. Let's watch my Beamon battle with Archpriest Ferguson!"
Wizard Hal smiled, "Of course. I've heard that your Beamon giant beasts are very powerful."
The martial arts field of the palace was an open space beside the main hall. The ground was a tough and unbreakable lawn. Normally, this was the place where the palace guards trained. Sometimes, there would be some outdoor activities held here.
Abel stood in the middle of the arena, facing Archpriest Ferguson. Archpriest Ferguson had given himself a new set of bone armor and summoned 8 skeletons and an iron golem.
Priest Ferguson already had 2 spell patterns in his hands. Abel recognized the 'aging' spell pattern on his left hand and the 'bone prison' spell pattern on his right hand.
At this time, no one would blame him for maintaining his spells first. When fighting a powerful Behemoth in close combat, if he didn't prepare his spells in advance, he might be defeated in close combat before he could even display his combat strength.
Abel opened his portal beast ring, and Doff the Beamon giant beast jumped out of a giant black hole.
Archpriest Ferguson looked at Doff and knew that it wasn't the Beamon giant beast summoned by the holy object. It wasn't even the Beamon giant beast of the orcs.
The Beamon giant beasts summoned by the holy object were resurrected creatures. They didn't have souls, so they could be recognized just by looking at their eyes.
Doff the Beamon giant beast was even more powerful than the Beamon giant beasts of the orcs. Archpriest Ferguson was very confused. Where did this Beamon giant beast come from?
Only the orcs were known to have Beamon giant beasts in the central continent. They had never appeared anywhere else.
Although he was thinking about it, he didn't stop. The giant iron rod in the Beamon giant beast's hand was too scary.
Archpriest Ferguson threw out the 'bone prison' spell, and Doff the Beamon giant beast that just came out of the black hole was immediately surrounded by the 'bone prison' spell.
He then cast the 'aging' spell on Doff, but Doff didn't even look at him. Instead, it was looking at its master, Abel.
"Doff, hold back a little. Don't kill him!" Abel ordered.
Following Abel's order, Doff let out a long roar and disappeared from the spot. While Archpriest Ferguson was looking for Doff, Doff had already raised its giant iron rod and smashed down.
Archpriest Ferguson thought of many possibilities. He thought of how Doff the Beamon giant beast would attack him, but he didn't expect Doff to move in a flash.
It was too late for him to dodge. The three Skeletons and the Iron Golem that were closest to him instantly jumped up to protect his head.
The three Skeletons were directly shattered by the giant club. Following this, there was a loud explosion as the Iron Stone Golem and the giant club collided. At the same time, the Iron Stone Golem was also instantly blown apart, and countless pieces of metal flew everywhere.
Archpriest Ferguson's three bone shields were able to block the iron shards, but the giant staff was still coming down. The 'aging' curse, the three skeletons, and the iron golem had slowed down Doff's attack.
Archpriest Ferguson wasn't fast enough. He didn't even have time to dodge, and his 3 bone shields came in contact with the giant iron rod.
The three bone shields emitted a ghastly white light. Then, the three bone shields turned into starlight and disappeared. The iron staff's momentum also stopped.
Doff retracted his giant stick and struck Priest Ferguson again. Priest Ferguson used all kinds of methods to block Doff's strike, but the huge force still made his body tremble uncontrollably. He couldn't cast a second spell for a while.
"Master Bennett, please stop! We surrender!" Archpriest Horace yelled. He wanted to save Archpriest Ferguson, but the law-defying wizard behind Master Bennett locked onto him as soon as he began to draw a spell pattern. He had no choice but to ask Master Bennett to stop his summon creatures.
However, it was too late. Archpriest Ferguson was hit by the giant iron rod. His body flashed a few times. It was probably his defensive treasure, but he was still sent flying.
When his body flew through the air, his left arm was hanging limply, and half of the bones in his body seemed to have been broken.
"Ferguson!" Archpriest Horace quickly stepped in front of Archpriest Ferguson. He looked at Archpriest Ferguson while being careful of Doff's attacks.
However, Doff did not keep attacking. Instead, it returned to Abel's side.
"Master Bennett, you're too cruel!" Archpriest Horace checked Archpriest Ferguson's injuries and said in shock.
Although an injury like this wouldn't kill Archpriest Ferguson, it would take a long time for him to recover. His left arm might even be useless.
Archpriests, especially archpriests, had been baptized by death qi many times. Their bodies were very different from normal life forms. Normal master-level healing potions were useless to them.
Just like the elves' "natural life" potion, which could heal the bodies of law-defying wizards and big druids, it was like poison to an archpriest.
"Archpriest Horace, you should be able to see that my summons, Doff, was holding back. Otherwise, Archpriest Ferguson would have died!" Abel lowered his voice.
Today was his promotion ceremony, and the actions of these two high priests were definitely a provocation to him and the entire elven race. He had intended to injure them.
If he didn't, Doff wouldn't be able to do such a heavy attack with his soul chain.
"Ferguson, how are you?" Archpriest Horace couldn't reply to Abel, so he looked at Archpriest Ferguson and yelled.
At their level, as long as their injuries weren't fatal, they wouldn't be unconscious for long.
High Priest Ferguson seemed to have heard his call. He slowly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of dark red blood with pieces of his internal organs.
"Archpriest Horace, why didn't you use any healing potions?" Abel asked in confusion.
He did want Priest Ferguson to suffer a little, but he didn't really want him to be seriously injured. As far as he knew, this kind of injury could be healed with some potions.
"Master Bennett, if you can heal Ferguson immediately, I will apologize to you on behalf of the Crazy Heart Valley. I will never be your enemy again!" Archpriest Horace lowered his voice.
His words were actually sarcastic because he knew that this kind of injury was very serious for a Great Shaman. It would take a long time for him to recover, and the injury on his left arm was even more dangerous for him to cast spells in the future.
Although archpriests could change their arms, it would bring them a lot of trouble. Their casting speed couldn't be fully recovered.
Abel hesitated for a moment. He had vented his anger, so he had to consider if he should really break up with the Crazy Heart Valley. If he did, the elves and the Lightning clan would be dragged into it.
With that thought, he let out a breath of relief and took out a bottle of lite healing potion. He walked to Archpriest Horace.
"High Priest Horace, give him this potion!" He said to High Priest Horace.
"Master Bennett, do you know archpriests can't use master level healing potions, let alone this one?" Archpriest Horace lowered his voice. He was looking down on the potion in Abel's hand.
"Archpriest Horace, I'm a master potion maker. I have more say in healing!" Abel threw the potion to Archpriest Horace and said.
Archpriest Horace hesitated for a moment, but he remembered that he was facing a master potion maker. If he really wanted to kill Archpriest Ferguson, he wouldn't have to do something like this.
After thinking for a bit, he opened the bottle of light healing potion in his hand. Although Priest Ferguson didn't want to take it, he still poured it into his mouth.
As soon as the potion entered Archpriest Ferguson's mouth, it turned into a stream of heat and rushed towards his injury.
His left arm was already crushed into powder, but it began to recover at an extremely fast speed. His bones were reconstructed, and his injury quickly turned from a serious to a moderate injury.
"Master Bennett, what potion is this?" Archpriest Ferguson asked as soon as he recovered.
His voice was filled with excitement. Archpriests were powerful, but they didn't have healing potions. Once they were injured on the front line, they would lose a part of their fighting power permanently.
In the Crazy Heart Empire and the Winterhoof Empire, there were more than a dozen Great Shamans who were severely injured. The potion that Zhao Hai just took might allow these injured Great Shamans to regain their fighting strength.
"This is the lite healing potion I created!" Abel saw how excited Archpriest Ferguson was, so he replied.
He didn't know why Archpriest Ferguson was so excited. The lite healing potion had been used in the Central Continent for a long time. How could the orcs not know about it?
Abel didn't know how important the lite healing potion was to the Wizard Union. They only had 300 bottles per month, and they didn't even have enough for themselves. They used it all on the front line, so they didn't have much left.
There was no way they would advertise it to the outside world, let alone provide it to the orcs. Since the natural death qi of the archpriests conflicted with the healing potions of this world, they didn't care much about the potion. Therefore, the potion was already very popular in the Central Continent, but the archpriests didn't know about it.
"The prestigious Master Bennett, can you provide the orcs with this potion? We can pay you a price you will be satisfied with!" Archpriest Horace also understood how important the lite healing potion was to the orcs, so his attitude became even more humble.
"Archpriest Horace, I've already given all the lite healing potions to the Wizard Union every month. If you want more, you should go to the Wizard Union!" Abel wasn't going to tell them that he still had more lite healing potions. The law-defying wizards from the Wizard Union were watching.
Archpriest Ferguson stood up from the ground. His injuries were no longer hindering his normal movements.
"The prestigious Master Bennett, the Crazy Heart Valley can pay double the price of the Wizard Union. You can give us the lite healing potion!" He stood up and bowed.
However, Wizard Hume's eyes were filled with anger. Those 300 lite healing potions were very important to the Wizard Union. They were the reason why so many wizards were able to escape from death.
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