Wizard Amos died confused. He was killed by a human beginner’s wizard, and that human wizard could summon a claystone guard to help. How did that even work? How wasn’t the human wizard corroded in death qi? Also, why was a beginner wizard capable of using combat qi that was at the level of a knight’s head commander? How was it merged with lightning, which was supposed to be the rarest form of element there was?
How? How? How? How was a beginner wizard capable of controlling so many ice balls at once? How did he learn to use this spell? Even if that happened to make sense, there was no explanation for his insane ability to control multiple ice balls at once.
So many questions, but no time to ask them. Wizard Amos was dying. If he knew what Abel was capable of, he would’ve never gone after him in the first place. Regret filled his mind as Abel finished him with a last stab to the heart.
Abel zoned out a bit when he saw Wizard Amos’s corpse. The fight didn’t take very long, but it was more than enough for him to understand the true fighting ability of a veteran intermediate wizard. Not just any veteran intermediate wizard, though, but an veteran intermediate wizard that had served in Miracle City.
Intermediate Wizards were supposed to be a piece of cake to Abel. That being said, it took about everything that he got to take down Wizard Amos. That was when he wasn’t using his spiritual guardian knight, Johnson and Flying Flame, but it was still the first time that someone could get so close to him in a serious fight.
Wizard Amos was also very cautious. So cautious, in fact, that Abel had to make sure that he never was going to abandon the fight. It actually came very close to that. If Abel wasn’t so aggressive with his attacks, Amos would’ve ran a few minutes ago.
To collect any sort of valuable loot from Wizard Amos, Abel scanned his corpse with his power of the Will. There were two passive defensive magic items that he found. There was also a staff and portal bag that he considered worth taking.
Come to think of it, Abel was starting to suspect that Head Commander Donald might have something to do with all this. The man became suspicious the very moment he asked to trade the orc war drum. It was a shame, really. If he was at the orc battlefield, Abel would’ve gone after him immediately.
To remove all evidence, Abel incinerated Wizard Amos’s corpse with a fireball. Soon, the man’s body became dust that swayed in the air.
With all that done, Abel went back to where the armchair was. It turned out he’s been pretty lucky. Despite all that fighting back there, the chair was still perfectly fine to sit on.
While resting on the chair, Abel scattered his power of the Will to his maximum range of 240 metres in radius. It was his new way of securing his own safety. The mount wolf king might have a very sharp sense of its surrounding, but it was not good enough to stop an experienced intermediate wizard from getting too close. It was a good change of thought. This was the most dangerous place in all of the Holy Continent, after all.
Abel picked up the magic staff he got from Wizard Amos. It was a fire staff that could increase the daily usage of level five fireball by three times. Amos really should’ve used it back there, but he was too greedy to go for a one shot skill.
Consecutive fireballs. That was the scariest thing that a magic staff like this could do. Also, out of the several shots that it would shoot out in a row, it would release an especially devastating fireball that’s been buffed by five levels. The randomness was what set it apart from other magic weapons.
“It’s pretty decent.”
Abel didn’t like this staff a lot, but it was good enough to be traded with other people. Like, for an intermediate wizard like Amos, it was impressive that he had something like this.
Next up, Abel decided to open Wizard Amos’s portal bag. It was about five cubic metres in volume. There was a lot of combat ammunition inside: spell runes, various types of potions and a few intermediate spell scrolls. Most of the scrolls were for removing one’s own presence. If Abel had to guess, Wizard Amos was probably trying to search for the blood of the beastly god within the Orc Empire.
Apart from those things, there were some daily accessories, some magic gemstones, a beginner’s mana gathering circle and a book. He noticed that the book’s cover was made with stone engravings-tone engravings that depicted the beastly god, to be specific.
As he opened the pages, he realized the content was all written in the worgen language, a language that he mastered as early as when Black Wind was born. The book was full of praises of the beastly god. It seemed strange, because the worgen language didn’t contain a lot of words that were meant for praising. That was unless they were for praising the beastly god, of course, and that’s exactly what the book was about.
The book’s content could be divided into three parts: the legend of the beastly god, the way in which he behaved, and how much his followers wished for his return. In other words, this was a book that was meant for spreading the worgen gospel.
While flipping through the pages, Abel noticed a keyword that was constantly mentioned before: the blood of the beastly god.
Abel thought to himself, “Is this the book that Head Commander Donald traded?”
The more he read, the more leads he found that were related to the blood of the beastly god. For example, at the northwest corner of the Holy Continent, there was a mountain called Nam Mountain, which was supposed to be the edge of the Beastly God Utopia.
Every decade, thirty strong orcs were elected to enter Nam Mountain to attend an event hosted by the priests. If the attendant was lucky, there was the chance of obtaining the blood of the beastly god.
Apart from what the event was and when it would be hosted, Abel couldn’t find any more specific information from the book. Still, he was starting to understand why Head Commander Donald wasn’t telling the truth. He was probably trying to drag the others into his greedy search for the blood of the beastly god. If anyone wanted in, so be it, but Abel wasn’t planning on being involved at all.
Just when Abel was about to put the book back into the portal bag, the bottom part of the final page suddenly caught his attention. It was a tiny rune pattern which, oddly enough, had the same pattern as the ones on the hanging fort.
“The Beast God Utopia!”
It’s the same as what the weird identity card was trying to tell him. The location was the Beast God Utopia. Back then, the information he got was too vague to do an investigation on. He also didn’t think that he was strong enough to go, so his decision was to wait for a better time to search for the legendary item.
Things were different now. There was a new lead to the identity card. The Nam Mountain was probably what he had been looking for. What a coincidence this had turned out to be.
Still, there was a chance that it could be a trap. The orcs were very cunning, after all. They were willing to go to any lengths if it meant less humans to compete with. Just for safe measures, Abel picked up the book and scanned with his acute visual abilities to analyze all that he saw.
He could tell that the book was at least a few centuries old. While he was no archeologist, he could do a lot to observe the features that were present: the materials that were used; the ink traces on the pages; the degree to which the stone cover was damaged over time.
At last, he guessed that the orcs didn’t use any tricks on this book. How bored would they have to be to set a prank on someone a few hundred years later?
