Author's Note: 725051233
That night, the caravan set up camp in the valley.
Guards and mercenaries came and went. Compared to the previous day, the mercenaries seemed to be in high spirits. Laing guessed that it was because the battle today had gone smoothly. Most of the mercenaries must've gotten something from the goblins.
In comparison, the merchants weren't as excited. When they were going downhill, a carriage was attacked by a pack of wolves and overturned. The barrels of alchemical fire oil inside were overturned. Martz did a quick calculation and knew that he'd lost more than a hundred gold denars.
The night sky was filled with stars. In the distance, the dense forest of Skaville Mountains revealed a foot under the veil. The wild growth of the forest and the white bones beside the road told of the terrible past.
"Quick, quick!" The guards were loading and unloading goods. A large wooden chest was lifted off the carriage with the help of two men.
"Ouch!" The guards were exhausted after a day of continuous tiredness. The wooden chest fell to the ground and a few pieces of ore fell out.
The ore was a mixture of a kind of blue crystal and rough rock. It was obviously an unpurified magic ore.
"Seaheart Stone?" Teresa approached with her staff. After half a day's rest, her complexion had recovered. "Mister Oliford? Is this your goods? "
"Oh no! What are you doing? You're so clumsy! Hurry up and put it away! " Martz rushed over and signaled the guards to put it away. He then smiled awkwardly. "This … this is my goods, Madam Trovic."
"What's going on? Mister Martz?! We, Jalan, have announced many times in Nord's court that we're willing to buy any seaheart stone at a high price. Why do you have something like this in your goods? " Theresa's expression changed when she saw the ore in the wooden box. The Sea Heart Stone was a very precious magic ore. It was necessary to make many magic items. Moreover, this ore had the ability to help the descendants of Magi awaken their magic talent. At a critical moment, spellcasters could even directly absorb the energy contained within to recover their magic power.
"This … I …" Martz looked around awkwardly and realized that everyone in the caravan was looking at him. He stammered, unable to say anything.
Laing saw the situation and came to the rescue, "Alright, Teresa, merchants have the freedom to choose not to sell to you, right? The Kingdom of Nords doesn't have any laws prohibiting the export of these things. After all, if the export of these things is prohibited, I'm afraid His Majesty will have to worry about the soldiers' pay, right? "
"But the Sea Heart Stone is too precious. Our Garland Guild is also in urgent need of this magic ore. We have already offered such a high price …"
Laing interrupted Teresa, "But the Royal Empire Wizard Academy is willing to pay a higher price, isn't it?" Mr. Martz? "
"… Yes."
"It seems that we have been too tolerant of you merchants. It's time to give you a little … Ugh …" The sorceress was about to lose her temper when she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. Seeing this, Laing walked up to the sorceress and picked her up by the waist. "Alright, alright! Don't be angry. You can't make the decision. Just go back and tell Lady Aurora! "
After that, Laing did not give the sorceress a chance to say anything and quickly carried her away. Unexpectedly, the sorceress did not resist during the process. She allowed him to carry her, which saved him a lot of trouble.
7: 30 pm.
Laing lifted the curtain of the tent and saw Emilia carrying a basin of hot water with a wooden face. Laing stepped aside and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
"Much better. Also, don't you know that you have to knock before entering a lady's room at night?" The sorceress was half lying on the cushion that was laid out. It seemed that she was not in a good mood.
"… Sorry. Have a good rest then. Good night!" Laing sighed and nodded. He turned around and left.
The tent fell into silence once again.
The female Sorceress thought that Ryan was angry, but he really didn't show up again. Theresa waited for a long time, but didn't see him come back, and a strong sense of loss rose in her heart.
Laing said goodbye to the caravan and went to a nearby empty space alone. He took out the divine spell scroll he bought in Ulan Town. It was the level-0 cantrip, Illumination, and fell into deep thought.
Unfolding the scroll, Laing followed the energy lines and symbols on the scroll with his psionic energy. Then he raised his hand and said, "Illumination!"
A ball of light smaller than a fist shot out from Laing's hand and lit up the gloomy and cold environment. Then, about ten meters away from Laing, the ball of light suddenly disappeared without a sign.
"It's different from normal divine spells. Normal Illumination can fly at least twenty meters and then gradually disappear, but the one I simulated can only fly ten meters." Laing thought for a moment and murmured, "Is it because of the divine power of the gods?"
"Let's try this." Then, Laing took out a magic scroll. This scroll cost him a lot of money. It was sealed with a level-1 basic spell, Magic Missile.
Compared to divine spell scrolls, magic scrolls were even rarer. Like other magic items, it was extremely difficult to make such scrolls. Only high-grade wizards knew how to make them. In order to complete a scroll, the mysterious spell pattern had to be carefully copied onto parchment, and then the spell needed to be copied.
Then, the wizard would inject mana into the scroll. This was a very technical job. If too much mana was injected, the scroll would be in danger of exploding and self-activating. This was especially true for destructive spells. If too little mana was injected, the spell might not be able to activate.
A third-circle wizard could only make a first-circle magic scroll, and a sixth-circle legendary wizard could only make a fourth-circle magic scroll, and so on. It was worth mentioning that in order to use a magic scroll, the user had to have some magic talent and be able to read the words on it. This made the target audience of magic scrolls even more narrow.
"Magic Missile, a first-circle evocation spell. It shoots three energy bullets at a target. It's a basic spell that every wizard apprentice can master," Laing murmured to himself.
The principle of this spell was very simple. It condensed magic into energy bullets and shot at a target. Laing quickly used his psionic energy to analyze the spell. He then followed the spell structure and said, "Magic Missile!"
Just as he imagined, psionic energy could also simulate the release of magic missiles. However, the magic missiles, which had a range of at least 50 meters, would completely dissipate in the air after flying for about 10 meters.
"In other words, the psionic simulation spell can't be more than 10 meters away from my body." Laing recalled his father's teachings in his dream. "Psionic energy is very powerful, and it's also the source of corruption. You have to make good use of this power."
"Then, how about this?" Laing gathered his psionic energy in the center of his hand. He then opened his five fingers, and the psionic energy converged into a silver-white light, which instantly lit up the dark forest. Under the blazing psionic glow, the nearby dead trees that had been corroded by the chaotic energy suddenly changed. The black chaotic energy faded away, and new branches and leaves grew out.
No, it wasn't the black chaotic energy that faded away.
It was Laing's psionic energy that completely shattered the chaotic energy!
But soon enough, not only did the powerful psionic light drive away the Chaos energy, but its powerful destructive power also burned the trees that were finally freed from the torment of the Chaos energy into charcoal.
The smell of burning entered Laing's nose and mouth, which made the white wolf knight feel very uncomfortable.
"Too much is as bad as too little. My psionic energy can purify and corrode, but it's still a terrifying destructive power. I need to practice how to control it. Perhaps this is my father's training for me." Laing nodded. He was about to get up when a gust of wind suddenly blew from the depths of the forest.
The white divine fire appeared in the forest again. The wind blew, and dead branches covered the ground. Laing's eyes suddenly widened, and then he subconsciously knelt down on one knee. "My Lord!"
The white divine fire in the middle of winter was the will of the White Wolf God of War, Yurik!
The divine fire didn't materialize. It just hung high in the air, and then slowly entered Laing's sea of consciousness.
"Kid, we meet again." The white divine fire spoke in Laing's sea of consciousness.
"I offer my respects to you, great Wolf God. White Wolf Knight Laing is here to listen to your teachings!" Laing's face was filled with surprise and joy. It was common knowledge that the White Wolf God of War rarely responded to the prayers of his believers, nor did he send down any divine edicts. It was even rarer for him to descend to the prime material plane. The only time he had descended to the prime material plane was during the first invasion of chaos.
Since then, the Wolf God didn't even send an avatar to the prime material plane. He was rather cold to his believers, especially when the weak prayed to him for protection. Only his beloved leader of the White Wolf Knights and the archbishop of the White Wolf Church would occasionally have the opportunity to communicate with him.
After Charlemagne killed the Chosen of Chaos, Moka, and defeated the army of chaos, Yurik blessed Charlemagne and his Empire, and asked him to build a "visible" temple for himself in the north of the Empire. The Empire couldn't find a reason to refuse. After all, the Wolf God had personally descended to the world to fight against the army of chaos. Therefore, one of the most magnificent temples in the world, the White Wolf Temple, was built on a cliff in the north of the Empire. After a thousand years of development, humans relied on the White Wolf Temple to build one of the few major cities in the prime material plane, White Wolf City.
"You're Laing, the adopted son of that bald Norman? If you ask me, you don't look like him at all. " Yurik's first words were like thunder to Laing. "If you have the chance, tell your adopted father not to always hope that I can help him grow his hair back when he's praying. He should pray to Shalia, not me."
Shalia, the Goddess of Mercy, was also known as the Goddess of Medicine.
Laing could only smile awkwardly and express his obedience. He couldn't say anything else. "Understood. As you wish, my Lord."
"Come on! I didn't send an avatar to tell you this. Boy, your previous offerings indicate that there are big unclean creatures of chaos in the mountains here. Go, go and bring me its head. It's the best gift for me during the Winter Veil. " The white divine fire was about to disappear when Laing hurriedly said, "Well … I've encountered something I don't understand."
"Speak!" The white divine fire was shaking.
"… Understood." Laing lowered his head to show that he understood. Then, in the midst of hesitation, the white wolf knight said, "I've heard that the great Lord has a long life and rich experience. I wonder if you know … about the ancient sages?"
"You actually know about the ancient sages? I thought that after thousands of years, no one knows about the ancient sages except for Long Ear and a few nerds. "Yurik's tone changed for the first time.
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“boom！” The heavy flying axe cut through the entire tree, cutting the trunk in half from the middle. All the thorns and branches crumbled in an instant. The giant minotaur could feel the earth trembling with every step it took. Its face was covered by a white skull, and its expression could not be seen clearly. Only a large amount of fog was coming out of its mouth and nostrils. "Hoo … Kill!"
"Soul of the Forest!" Eldrad waved its long staff, and the trees beside it changed under the green light. They rose from the ground and rushed toward the minotaur.
The giant minotaur's movements were not slow at all. It walked toward Eldrad step by step. A treant rushed from the left, and the minotaur did not even look at it. With a sweep of its battle axe, the treant was cut in half. The treants summoned by Eldrad could not stop it at all.
Its thick hooves stepped on the forest floor. With every step it took, Eldrad felt heavy pressure.
Was it a minotaur?
It did not seem like it. Minotaurs were very emotional creatures, but this creature was always calm.
Then, was it a large-horned bull that was as tall as the minotaur?
"If that's the case …" Eldrad stabbed the long staff into the ground and took a deep breath. Its tattered clothes were stretched open by its master's action. Hair appeared on its wrinkled skin, its nose lengthened, its palms gradually turned into claws, and its body gradually expanded. Within a few seconds, it had the appearance of a bear.
The Druid's Mana Skills did not have powerful offensive Mana Skills, so Eldrad decided to use his claws and teeth to fight.
Just as Eldrad was about to transform into a large bear, the Minotaur's mouth revealed a strange smile. Filthy energy gathered on his body as though it was going to devour everything in the world.
"Wild … Barbarian … Charge!!!" The Battle Skill was activated, and in the blink of an eye, the Giant Minotaur rushed nearly fifty meters away. The protection circle set up by the wooden staff turned into ashes like paper, and a huge shadow shrouded Eldrad who was still in the middle of transforming.
The Battle Axe swept horizontally and left a deep wound on the Druid's chest. It extended from the right side of his waist to his left shoulder. Fresh blood flowed out of the wound on the Druid's chest. Eldrad flew tens of meters away from the impact. Fortunately, the remaining Treants swarmed forward and restrained the Orc's limbs.
"Ugh …" Eldrad's beastly appearance quickly faded, and he gradually returned to his human appearance. He sat on the ground, clutching his chest. The pain almost made him unable to breathe. His wrinkled face was now curled up into a ball, and blood flowed all over the ground. Eldrad did not hesitate to crush an emerald green gem. He covered his chest with his hand and crawled back.
The giant minotaur opened his mouth and laughed maniacally. Blood red liquid dripped from his mouth, and the filthy energy glowed brighter. He slowly approached Eldrad.
Eldrad panted heavily as the giant minotaur walked forward step by step. It sounded like a death knell.
"You … you are … the Apocalypse …"
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