"Don't you dare!"
The owl man stood in front of Jom's wand.
Terry looked hesitant as well, as if he couldn't understand why the plot had fast-forwarded to the point where they were about to kill Bode's Wise Man. He didn't know what to do.
"Mulett, step aside, this is my request to the traveler …"
Bode's Wise Man said softly, "After I die, ask everyone to leave the village and head to the shelter I asked you to prepare."
"Lord Wise Man …"
The owl man didn't move his body, but he turned his head 180 degrees to look at Bode's Wise Man in disbelief.
"Bode is a race of the sky, and my heart has long been left in the sky along with my wings. There is no more joy or sorrow in this life …"
As he spoke, the Wise Man flapped his tiny wings that were disproportionate to his body size and laughed at himself, "If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid I would've lost the courage to continue living. So don't stop me … Mulett, you are the bravest and most talented person in the village. You have the highest chance of gaining Lord Sotor's approval. From today onwards, you will be the new 'Wise Man' who will lead everyone forward!"
"But, Lord Wise Man, I'm still far from being mature. I don't have the confidence to lead everyone forward. I hope I can continue to learn from you …"
The owl man named Mulett said in a panic.
"Stop being so wishy-washy!" This time, before the Wise Man could speak, Jom had already yelled at him, "Can't you see? Your Lord Wise Man is being tortured by that power every minute and every second of his life! "
Mulett trembled as if he was struck by lightning. His body was stiff and he didn't know what to do.
"I'm sorry, traveler. I'll have to burden you with unnecessary guilt." "But the sin of killing a wise man is too heavy for my people, I'm really sorry …" The wise man smiled, and looked at the confused owl man lovingly before continuing, "But the sin of killing a wise man is too heavy for my people, I'm really sorry …"
"It's alright. I acknowledge your will. It's my honor to send you off with my own hands." Jom hesitated for a moment before he said firmly, "After we get rid of the war weapon you mentioned, I'll leave the wand in your body for your people."
"Is that so? Although this is indeed good for my people, it's too much for you. The people of Bode here are very poor, and there's nothing else I can give you … "The Wise Man of Bode could not help but feel a little confused.
"Then, as compensation," Jom pointed at something that looked like a mural on the wall. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that among the messy mural, there was an automaton that looked very similar to the ancient mechanical giant. "Can you tell me what that thing is and where it came from?"
"It's also a weapon that the dwarven king entrusted to the ancestors of Bode. It's said to be related to the high elves, but it has nothing to do with the weapon's rampage. It should still be at the original site of Bode over eleven thousand kilometers from here, and there should be some survivors of Bode there who did not escape …" The Wise Man of Bode replied, before turning his head away as if feeling sorry for Jom and the others with that little information. "Is that all?"
"Enough." Jom looked at her and a smile appeared on his stern face. "I wish you eternal rest."
"Thank you," the Wise Man replied.
In the next split second, Jom's wand shone with earthy yellow and turquoise radiance. The two lights intertwined and fused into a towering magic circle.
Then, a giant blade that looked as if it had just been fished out of a swamp and was still dripping with black rotting soil appeared from the magic circle.
In the previous event, Jom, who had obtained the same amount of contribution points as Terry who had changed his class to Earth Crustacean, naturally switched from his original Tide-Caller class to a new hidden class.
It was called the 'Swamp Cryptic Mage', a mage class that focused on water and earth elements while also focusing on combat and summoning.
The giant mud blade pierced directly into the Wise Man's body. The physical damage and the corrosive poison it carried did not cause much pain to the Wise Man before he was freed!
Mulet, the owl man, stretched out his wings to stop him, but when he saw the relaxed expression on the wise man's face, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders, his wings drooped down powerlessly. He could only lower his head and sob softly.
Terry seemed to want to comfort him, but he did not know what to say. In the end, he could only silently pat his shoulder.
Jom, on the other hand, manipulated the mud blade and transformed it into something like plasticine. In the end, it turned into something that resembled a palm and could be held. Then, he pulled out the wand that was buried deep inside the Wise Man's body!
It was actually a brass scepter. At the top of the scepter was a pair of wings that were spread out. Below the wings were emerald crystals that looked like gems. The scepter was covered in feather carvings. While it looked simple and beautiful, it also had an anti-slip effect.
But other than that, there was nothing special about it. Jom did not feel any powerful energy from the wand.
Even if he used Identify on it, he would get a message saying, 'Skill level insufficient, unable to identify.'
Jom glanced at Terry, who nodded and told him to take it himself. After all, Terry was a Warrior, and the wand was obviously meant for a Mage.
So, Jom put away his wand and reached out to grab the wand that Mud Palm passed to him.
But just as he grabbed the wand, a terrifying power suddenly exploded from the wand. It was not a direct release of mana, but a powerful wind that appeared out of thin air.
The roof of the treehouse was blown away, and Owl Man, who was unable to react in time, was blown away as well. More than a dozen bloody gashes appeared on Jom's hand, but the special constitution of a Player instantly healed the wounds, and in their place was a rapid drop of HP.
Terry immediately went up to help and grabbed the wand that was trying to break free from Jom's grasp. He tried his best to hold it down.
At that moment, the wand suddenly stopped struggling, but the two of them felt their vision go black. When they came back to their senses, they were already standing in a place that looked like a cloud.
Beneath their feet were lingering clouds that gave off a feeling of solidity. Around them was a terrifying storm that could turn steel and rocks into dust. Not far away, there were thunderbolts that pierced through the clouds. Even just standing there made them feel an incomparable pressure.
But compared to the harsh environment where the wind howled and the thunder never stopped, what made them feel even more uncomfortable was the terrifying voice that suddenly echoed in their heads.
"Believers of the Heretic God, why are you in this kingdom of sky and thunder! Tell me why you have disturbed Sothor, or in the name of the God of Sky and Thunder, I will banish you and punish the evil god behind you! "
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