Prior to opening the teleportation gate on the stone carving, Glen attended to the surrounding bones. The monsters at the foot of the mountain were the by - products of the Pig - man mages'' flesh - transmutation experiments. It would suffice to let those Flying Sprites deal with them.
As for the wolf - pigs that Glen had transformed into puppets, he issued an order for them to all retreat into a slumber within the dungeon. Should these expendable forces be required in the future, it would not be too late to deploy them.
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In the capital of the Zeon Kingdom, the Supreme Diviner, the White - Clad One, who was engaged in his daily meditation, abruptly opened his eyes. He had detected an anomalous undulation in the River of Fate.
Consequently, he employed his consummate divination magic to conduct an investigation.
After approximately two hours, the White - Clad One furrowed his brows in perplexity and murmured, "Has a continental war that was meant to occur suddenly vanished?"
This sign was unprecedented in the White - Clad One''s life. Even among all the cases he had encountered thus far, there had never been anything as bewildering as this.
Not only is the trajectory of fate nearly immutable, but those like him, who can fleetingly foresee the future, can only effect the slightest of alterations. Let alone making an entire war disappear.
Were it not for the unprecedentedly intense fluctuations in the River of Fate, he would not have been aware that a war of continental significance was impending.
"Truly, these are troubled times..." The White - Clad One wearily massaged the space between his brows.
He could never have fathomed that this change was wrought by a werewolf. And the war that should have transpired was to be instigated by a horde of Pig - men.
Perhaps, prior to Glen''s eradication of their kingdom, the collective might of those Pig - men was insufficient to exert any influence on the continent.
However, the Envoy of the Pig God had bestowed upon the Pig - King a formidable trait: the flesh - transmutation magic that transcended level constraints.
Those few Pig - Kings were merely creations circumscribed by environmental conditions.
Should the Pig - King enter the continent after completing its preparations, the more diverse and abundant racial flesh there would enable the Pig - King to create even more powerful and versatile Pig - Kings.
By then, the Pig - men would grow stronger with each battle, and the number of high - level combatants would increase. By the time the major kingdoms on the continent took notice, it would already be too late.
"I might as well convey this information to His Majesty the King privately." Having determined that no further useful information could be gleaned, the White - Clad One resolved to pay an audience to the king.
First, he instructed his apprentice to attend to the scene.
As he stepped out of his divination hall, he was met with a familiar figure waiting outside.
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"Good day, Sir Fitt," the White - Clad One greeted with a smile.
The figure before him was none other than the chief instructor of the Griffin Knights, a level - seven knight with inky battle - qi, Sir Fitt, the Great Knight.
She inclined her head slightly towards the White - Clad One. "Good day, the great White - Clad One."
"You, who are solely preoccupied with training, wouldn''t seek me out without cause. So, what is it? I must soon have an audience with His Majesty."
The White - Clad One led the way, with Fitt, clad in female armor, following closely behind. After a moment of reflection, she said, "Since the old marshal''s return, he has been... in a rather poor state. Today, he resumed training the knights in the training ground with his stringent methods. These are but children who have only just passed the selection. I dare not voice my opinion. You, being his old acquaintance, I hope you might persuade him."
The White - Clad One did not seem taken aback. He merely smiled and said, "Don''t they all claim that you are the most exacting instructor? Even you find the old lion''s methods overly harsh?"
Fitt did not respond to this jocular comment.
"You remain as grave as ever. That''s not ideal..." The White - Clad One shook his head, paused, and then continued, "What the old lion has endured would be a crushing blow to anyone. The fact that he can vent his frustration on the new recruits as he is now is a positive sign. We cannot expect too much."
"Please... do persuade him..." Fitt persisted.
The White - Clad One cast a glance back at Fitt.
The female knight''s eyes were obscured beneath her helmet, only her lips were tightly pressed together.
Yet, the White - Clad One seemed to divine her thoughts. "Rather than being concerned about those new recruits, you''re more worried about the old lion, aren''t you? Why beat around the bush?"
Fitt lapsed into silence once more.
The White - Clad One continued in an avuncular tone, "You still hold a deep regard for this teacher who instructed you for but a few months, don''t you? He bears a resemblance to your father, and I understand. You should attempt to persuade him yourself. He will listen to you."
After walking for some time, the female knight finally spoke, "I shall give it a try..."
Just then, a colossal figure soared in from the distance. It was, astonishingly, a white dragon - like magical beast.
As the massive form swept by, a figure leaped from its back.
It was a brown - haired male knight adorned in resplendent knight''s armor.
He landed precisely in front of the White - Clad One and Fitt, making scarcely a sound.
The male knight straightened up, flicked his hair, and with a smile he deemed dashing, stepped forward and said, "Hey! White - Clad One, and Instructor Fitt, how fare you?"
His voice was remarkably clear, and his greeting exuded cheerfulness and warmth.
"Your arrival doesn''t bode well," the White - Clad One remarked with a look of distaste.
"Come on! Don''t be like this! Everyone adores Barke!" the newcomer exclaimed, clearly irked.
"Very well, did you also come regarding the old lion?" The White - Clad One waved his hand, interrupting.
"The old lion?" Barke was initially taken aback, then, catching on, he slapped his knee and laughed, "Hahaha... The old lion! What an apt moniker! Marshal Delaron is indeed as fearsome as an old lion!"
"So, did he thrash you again?" the White - Clad One inquired.
Barke''s laughter ceased abruptly. Then, he exclaimed in a somewhat exasperated manner, "That old lion has no sense of chivalry! How could he strike me in the presence of so many female knights! What did I do to provoke him? He must be envious of my good looks!"
"Only I may call him the old lion. If he overhears you, I assure you, you''ll break a few bones," the White - Clad One warned.
Barke''s face paled. After coughing twice, he finally revealed his purpose for coming. "Please, don''t tell him. Also, could you persuade him? He''s already retired! Cease his tormenting of us! Having Fitt is enough!"
Fitt, standing nearby, exuded a menacing aura. She had long been itching to teach this male knight a lesson. He was perpetually disrupting the training ground of their Griffin Knights.
She had chased him away countless times. Were it not for the fact that he belonged to the ground knights and was not under her jurisdiction, she would have already pummeled his face into a pulp.
"Forget it. I won''t intervene. He is in desperate need of an outlet for his pent - up emotions. If you can keep showing up in his vicinity, I''m certain he''ll depart on his own before long," the White - Clad One said, wearing a sinister smile.
Barke realized that the other was suggesting he serve as the old lion''s punching bag. His eyes widened in indignation. "By the gods! How could you utter such a malicious statement! I shall not do it!"