Chapter 83: Back to the Village
After the final distribution of rewards, Thorian and his band of kobolds and direwolves began their departure from the lightning-infused dungeon. Emerging through the mystical portal, they found themselves back within the cold, damp cavern that marked the dungeon''s entrance.
"That was quite the dungeon," Ifrit remarked, stretching her arms in satisfaction. "I''ve gained so many levels, I''ve lost track. We need to do this as many times as we can.¡±
¡°Couldn¡¯t have said it better,¡± Forlune echoed her sentiment with a hearty chuckle. At this rate, I should evolve and reach my second advancement before the week''s end."
While Forlune and the other kobolds bantered playfully, Harald cracked a wide, toothy grin. "Evolution, indeed... I should be ready for that in a couple of days. It''s intriguing to ponder what form I might take."
Hearing Harald¡¯s words, Thorian¡¯s interest was piqued. He immediately summoned his companion¡¯s status window to take a look.
| Status Panel |
| Race |
Alpha Direwolf |
| Level |
22/35 (exp: 1356/6800) |
| Lifespan |
50 years |
| Stats |
| Strength |
77 |
| Agility |
113 |
| Constitution |
79 |
| Mana |
31 |
| Skills |
| Feral Leadership (Passive) |
| Howl of the Lord (Active) |
| Wind Leap (Active) |
| Dire Rend (Active) |
| Bestial State (Active) |
| Mana Manipulation (Active) |
Observing Harald''s progress, Thorian was unable to suppress a smile. Despite Harald not benefiting from dual leveling, his stats were strikingly similar to Thorian''s.
¡°Since you¡¯re this close to your evolution, we should start training mana manipulation as soon as possible,¡± Thorian remarked with a serious look.
Grasping Thorian''s logic, Harald responded with a nod, "I''ll follow your lead. I''m eager to discover what new possibilities this evolution might unlock."
With their decisions made, Thorian and his companions set their course for the village. As they exited the cavern, the orange hues of dusk painting the sky marked the close of a strenuous day.
While navigating through the dense woodland, Thorian decided to examine his own status screen. He had neglected it for some time, and had experienced multiple level-ups in the interim.
Display Panel
Ding
| Status Panel |
| Race |
Flame Kobold |
| Level |
20/30 (exp: 3782/4400) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
17/40 (exp: 172/4200) |
| Lifespan |
40 years |
| Cultivation realm |
Qi Gathering Fourth Stage (3.5%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
78 |
| Agility |
110 |
| Constitution |
59 |
| Mana |
100 |
| Qi |
60 |
| Free Points |
40 |
| Regular Skills |
| Minor Elemental Affinity (Passive) |
| Flame resistance (Passive) |
| Elemental Synergy I (passive) |
| Dual Casting (passive) |
| Mana Manipulation (active) |
| Fireball (Active) |
| Combustion Touch (Active) |
| Waterball (Active) |
| Wind Gust (Active) |
| Rock Bullet (Active) |
| Thunderclap (active) |
| Mist Veil (active) |
| Molten Shield (active) |
| Dust Devil (active) |
| Icy Barrage (active) |
| Druidic Dome (active) |
| Fire Pillar (active) |
| Wind Tornado (active) |
| Cultivation Skills |
| Dark Flame Meditation |
| Dark Phoenix Flame Arts: First Form [Dark Flame Palm] |
| Production Skills |
| Blacksmith I |
| Alchemist I |
Impressive progress indeed, Thorian reflected, a spark igniting in his eyes. Only my constitution and strength are lagging a bit. Given the surplus of points I have, I can afford to bolster them.
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Having determined his strategy, Thorian divided his forty available points equally between the two stats.
Strength: 78 -> 98
Constitution: 59 -> 79
A satisfied smile spread across Thorian''s face as he observed his bolstered stats. However, as he delved further into his stat screen, almost trance-like, his expression morphed into one of realization.
How could I have forgotten about that skill? Thorian chastised himself, biting his lower lip as he reviewed his four primary stats. I need all of them to reach the triple digits in order to unlock the ''Jack of All Trades'' skill.
Recalling this skill and its prerequisites made Thorian wish he could smack himself for his oversight. If only he''d remembered earlier, he could have devised a more effective plan for allocating his free points.
There''s no point lamenting over past mistakes, Thorian shook off his self-reproach. I''m still in a position to unlock it before anyone else. My focus now should be on boosting my constitution stat.
With a new strategy forming, Thorian set aside these thoughts for the time being. More pressing matters demanded his attention.
I need to assess how the kobolds and orcs are faring, he thought. Once I''ve handled the internal affairs of the village, I can concentrate on mana manipulation training with Harald.
In no time, the group found themselves back at the village. Thorian''s first task was to circulate through the village and receive status reports from all four gates. Thankfully, nothing out of the ordinary had transpired during their time in the dungeon. The outer wall showed some cracks from monster attacks, but it remained intact.
A considerable number of kobloids had evolved into full-fledged kobolds, with only a few lagging behind in their evolution. The orcs, in their natural pace, steadily increased their levels and honed their skills by combating the monsters at the wall, much like the mature kobolds.
Under Thorian''s directives, the army units worked in rotation, felling trees in the space between the inner and outer wall. As the hours ticked by and the day came to a close, the area surrounding the territory altar was teeming with logs and lumber, matching if not exceeding the previous day''s yield.
Despite their smaller numbers, the civilian units also made headway. The blacksmithing team successfully forged seven low-quality White Mist swords, but their other attempts fell short and were subsequently smelted back into ingots.
Conversely, the alchemists had no such recourse. Failed experiments led to irretrievable material losses, prompting them to be exceedingly cautious. If an experiment showed signs of going awry, they would promptly abort the process to minimize waste. Their meticulous approach yielded only two low-grade mana pills by day''s end.
Thorian made his customary rounds through the village. Upon reaching the territory altar, he converted some of the felled trunks into wood units and used them to repair the outer wall. Despite his army''s competent defense, he was adamant about maintaining the wall''s integrity. After all, the existing cracks could serve as potential breach points in the future.
With the village maintenance tasks successfully completed, Thorian headed toward his dwelling where Harald was lounging by the entrance. Upon seeing Thorian approach, the alpha direwolf awakened and rose to his feet.
"Is it finally time for our training?" Harald inquired with a soft growl.
Thorian laughed lightly at his companion''s impatience. "I apologize for the wait. There were a multitude of pressing matters that needed my attention."
"It''s part of being a leader," Harald shrugged nonchalantly. "But perhaps we should now concentrate on enhancing our own strength."
Acknowledging Harald''s point, Thorian motioned towards an open space in the village center. "Let''s practice there. It''s safer."
Upon reaching the designated area, Thorian settled into a cross-legged position, with Harald seated beside him.
"Mana originates from the heart," Thorian instructed, his body folded into the lotus pose. "That''s its source, its reservoir."
Inhaling deeply, Thorian turned his attention inward. Having recently transitioned into his feral body, he was still acclimating to its inner mechanics and nuances. For a moment, he even struggled to identify his own heart.
After a quiet minute, Thorian finally reopened his eyes. It barely qualifies as a mana heart. It''s barely a nebulous collection of mana, hovering aimlessly. This will be more challenging than I thought...
Turning to his companion, Thorian was surprised to find Harald deeply engrossed. Although the direwolf hadn''t yet grasped the concept of the mana thread, his earnest effort was nonetheless impressive.
That''s the right mindset, Thorian thought approvingly.
Silently, Thorian closed his eyes once again. He immersed himself in the depths of his being, attempting to comprehend the dynamics of mana within his flame kobold body. Thorian experienced a researcher''s thrill. While he was thoroughly versed in the flow of mana within a human, this was his first opportunity to explore it from a monster''s perspective.
Those old geezers of the council would kill to get this chance.
Thorian''s concentration was unwavering. He delved into his internal systems, seeking to trace the route of his mana. He needed to understand how the cloud-like mana in his heart journeyed along the mana channels, making its way to his palm, before it was actualized into a tangible spell.
Time slipped away unnoticed, minutes merging into hours as Thorian and Harald persisted in their intense introspection.
Chapter 84: Touring Around
As the hours slipped by, Thorian summoned one spell after another. It wasn''t in response to any imminent threat or assault; rather, he sought to understand the nuanced behavior of mana within his body as he performed his magic. As twilight gave way to a night sky adorned with countless stars, his aerial fireballs took on a mesmerizing quality. They were akin to spectacular fireworks, piercing the night with their radiant light.
After a steady two-hour engagement with his magic, Thorian finally started understanding the subtleties of wielding mana, unaided by the system''s intervention. As he slowly opened his eyes, he could sense the accumulation of mana on his palm. It felt like he was clutching an enormous weight, an invisible force that cloaked his fist.
It shouldn¡¯t be stronger than Combustion Touch or Dark Flame Palm, but this is still some good progress.
As Thorian attempted to translocate the amassed mana from his left hand to his right, it dissipated midway, reverting back to the gaseous cluster that encased his heart. "Seems like my previous life¡¯s skills and techniques haven''t reincarnated with me," Thorian murmured with a sigh of resignation. "No matter, I''ve mastered mana once, I can surely do so again."
Having reached a significant milestone in his journey of mana manipulation, Thorian turned to his side to find Harald, too, opening his eyes, concluding his meditation. Suddenly, the alpha direwolf leaped toward Thorian''s house in a single bound, his speed and reach surpassing even the capabilities of Wind Leap.
Upon reaching Thorian''s house, Harald paused, looked back, and promptly raced back to his side. The tremendous velocity of the giant direwolf whipped up a gust of wind so powerful, it nearly toppled Thorian.
It seems that he has a knack for it.
"I think I''ve gotten the hang of this mana," Harald declared, surveying his body with a grin of accomplishment. "It feels like I can amplify any part of my physique. It''s an extraordinary enhancement to both my strength and my speed."
"That''s indeed one way to harness mana; arguably, the simplest yet most effective," Thorian confirmed. "In due course, you''ll be able to manifest it externally."
"Similar to how you conjure your fireballs and tornadoes?" Harald inquired with a spark of curiosity.
"Indeed, somewhat akin to that," Thorian replied, a wistful smile on his lips. "However, to achieve that, you''ll need to bind an element to the mana you''re invoking. That might be a challenging feat to accomplish initially. It''s probably best to concentrate on mastering body fortification and the arcane arts first."
"Arcane arts?" Harald''s eyebrows knitted together. "What are those?"
"Spells devoid of elements," Thorian elucidated. "I wish I could demonstrate to give you a better understanding, but I''ve yet to master them myself. In a nutshell, they are long-range attacks devoid of any elements. Generally, they''re weaker and less versatile than their elemental counterparts, but they offer excellent mana efficiency. You''d be hard-pressed to exhaust your mana by using them."
"Interesting, they seem ideal for me," Harald reflected. "My mana reserves pale in comparison to yours, Magi. Utilizing these spells could mitigate that deficiency."
"Indeed, they very well could," Thorian agreed, nodding earnestly. "However, I believe you should focus on perfecting body reinforcement for now. We can delve into the arcane arts tomorrow."
With the training session with Harald concluded, Thorian made his way to the Village Hall. Even as he sauntered along, he continued his practice, transferring minuscule amounts of mana between his hands to familiarize his body with its flow.
Upon entering the Village Hall, Thorian found Melina alone at her desk. As for the kobolds and kobloids, many were en route to the Verdant Labyrinth to complete their daily dungeon quests.
I might need to build a proper warehouse soon. Items will accumulate very fast and become unmanagable if I don¡¯t do so.
With these thoughts lingering in his mind, Thorian greeted the elven lady. "Greetings, Melina. I trust your day was fruitful."
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"Thank you for your concern, my lord. My day was indeed delightful," Melina responded, bowing lightly before raising her gaze to meet Thorian''s. "However, there''s a matter I must bring to your attention."
Thorian''s brow furrowed at Melina''s unexpected words. "What might that news be?"
"The gods are set to enforce some alterations to the territory system from tomorrow," Melina began. "The changes are as follows: only citizens of the territory will be allowed to choose a class. Furthermore, the number of citizens permitted to choose a class will be limited. Statues will have a cap of fifty, and first-level guilds will be restricted to a hundred."
Upon hearing these words, Thorian raised an eyebrow before nodding. I nearly overlooked that requirement change. If memory serves, it did occur early on in my past life as well.
"Will these changes have any implications for our current structure?" Thorian inquired. Despite being as closely connected with his army as possible, he didn''t have an explicit rundown of all the numbers.
"At present, there''s no issue. The warrior class could potentially face a challenge since we have eighty-nine of them currently active. The other classes don''t even reach the fifty-member mark."
Relieved by Melina''s comforting words, Thorian exhaled slowly. "That''s heartening to hear. It would have deeply troubled me if many warriors were forced to change their classes, losing their hard-earned progress."
The decision to refrain from rapid expansion had its merits, it seems.
Contemplating further growth, Thorian found his thoughts drifting to a certain slender, green-skinned creature. I should seek him out and remind him of his earlier promise.
With that course of action in mind, Thorian turned to Melina, delivering his final instruction. "Melina, could you arrange for a daily document outlining the village''s structure? I''d like a comprehensive overview, covering everything from the status of the buildings to the evolutions and levels of all combatants and citizens."
Just as Thorian prepared to depart, Melina voiced her concern. "My apologies, my lord, but I''m unable to venture far from the Village Hall. Gathering such extensive information would prove challenging."
Acknowledging the elven lady''s predicament, Thorian proposed a solution. "I''ll instruct the leaders of all military units to provide you with the necessary information at the end of each day. Your role would be to compile it effectively and filter it, so I can review it each morning."
Hearing Thorian¡¯s proposed solution, Melina bowed slightly. ¡°Thank you for your understanding, my lord. I shall execute as per your directive.¡±
Having concluded his task at the Village Hall, Thorian made his exit. As he cast a backward glance at the village, a smile crept onto his face, reflecting his inner musings. Isn''t this structure turning Melina into a sort of Minister for Internal Affairs? Perhaps her responsibilities are too narrow to warrant that title just yet. Nevertheless, it brings to mind the potential need for external affairs and intelligence gathering structures.
Such considerations flitted across Thorian''s mind, yet he knew it was premature for such plans. He was still navigating an uncertain territory, unsure of what the future held. Would he form alliances with humans? Or would he concentrate on befriending monster kings? Could he potentially rule over both as a heavenly emperor? These weighty questions preoccupied him, and clear answers remained elusive. The next few months and years would inevitably shape the outcomes.
Musing about months and years, when merely a few days have passed since my reincarnation. I''m truly getting ahead of myself.
Thus, Thorian set about his duties around the village gates, instructing each unit leader to report back to Melina by day''s end. As Nox was in a comatose state and recuperating within Whisperwind''s guild, Ifrit assumed his duties as the head of his unit.
After addressing all the gates and finally arriving at the southern one, Thorian relayed the same instructions to Zogthar that he had given to the other leaders. Once finished, he scanned the area for the diminutive goblin.
However, rather than the timid figure he anticipated, Thorian was taken aback by the sight of Brix''s evolved form. He had grown taller, resembling the hobgoblin warriors. Yet, unlike the half-naked, robust warriors, Brix remained somewhat frail, swathed in a lengthy, grubby yellow robe.
"Where did you get that robe?" Thorian asked, intrigued.
"Oh, this?" Brix glanced at his robe with a proud grin. "It appeared during my evolution, master. I woke up to find myself clothed in it."
Is that so? Even evolution can equip clothing? I guess the saying stands true; the more you live, the more you learn.
After listening to Brix''s unexpected response, Thorian cleared his throat and complimented the goblin. "You look impressive. Have you finally come to resemble the shaman elder you aspired to be?"
"I''m not there yet, but I''m getting close, master!" Brix replied cheerfully. "I''m currently an apprentice shaman. I''ll become a true goblin shaman with my next evolution!"
"That''s excellent news," Thorian nodded, sharing in Brix''s enthusiasm. "Now, as to why I sought you out. Are you still willing to uphold the promise you made to me at the beginning?"
Brix looked puzzled for a moment before a spark of realization illuminated his eyes. "Ah, you''re referring to introducing you to my tribe? Absolutely, master. We can visit them whenever you wish!"
Chapter 85: Goblin Society
Aware of the prior direwolf scouting mishap, Thorian made a calculated decision to delay his and Brix''s departure. He chose to wait until all units had returned safely from their dungeon escapades before venturing forth. Once all were accounted for, Thorian and Brix embarked on their trek.
Navigating their way through the perilous wilderness, Thorian seized the opportunity to learn more about his companion. He broached the subject with a question. "So, Brix, could you elaborate on your tribe? How expansive is it, and what is its organizational structure?"
Brix pondered Thorian''s inquiry, scratching his chin before replying. "Well, I use the term ''tribe'' loosely. It''s more a unison of several tribes. Collectively, I''d say there are upwards of five hundred members, maybe even nearing a thousand. But, given the recent events of the past two days, I suspect that many may have died. So the current count could be less than five hundred."
Thorian was somewhat taken aback by Brix''s casual acknowledgement of the recent fatalities. He couldn''t help but respond, "You''re rather nonchalant about it. Does the loss of your kinsmen not affect you?"
Brix shrugged, displaying a stark pragmatism. "Crying about them serves no purpose, master. As a goblin, you become all too familiar with death. It¡¯s always a factor in our lives. Sometimes, that¡¯s a good thing, because you get to choose which corpse you will have to eat and which one you will get to bury!"
Brix¡¯s candid disclosure caught Thorian off guard. He found himself momentarily at a loss for words, his face a mask of surprised disquiet.
I thought I was a jaded man, but it seems I¡¯m still a bit soft.
Sensing Thorian''s shock, Brix tactfully shifted the conversation. "Master, as for the structure of the tribes, it''s ruled by the council of elders at the helm. They are followed by the goblin champions, then the hobgoblin chiefs, and finally the normal goblins."
Thorian, managing to dispel his previous unsettling thoughts, nodded in understanding at Brix''s detailed explanation. "So, it''s a straightforward hierarchical organization. This simplification could be advantageous to us, as we only need to negotiate directly with this council of elders."
Brix''s voice trailed off, his tone hinting at complications. "It might not be as easy as it sounds, master..."
Intrigued, Thorian prompted him to elaborate. "And why might that be?"
With a slightly apprehensive expression, Brix scratched the back of his neck before venturing into his explanation. "The council of elders live in the largest cave, situated deep within the goblin territory. To have an audience with them, we must go past the hundreds of goblins guarding them."
"Essentially, they have a security perimeter," Thorian deduced.
"Exactly, master. When I was last with them, the hobgoblin chiefs hadn''t had the chance to construct any proper sheds. They were living in hollowed trees and bushes, just like us normal goblins," Brix elaborated with a hint of enthusiasm. "However, it''s been a few days since then. I assume they''ve now established some form of shelter and fortified their defenses."
Thorian couldn''t help but smile at Brix''s assessment. "The ingenuity of goblins never ceases to amaze me. Among all lower level species, they truly stand out as one of the most, if not the most, intelligent."
Thorian''s compliments elicited a jubilant response from Brix, who scratched his nose in delight. A wordless smile spread across his face, expressing his happiness more eloquently than any verbal response.
Observing his subordinate''s joy, Thorian returned the smile, his eyes filled with pride. He then guided the conversation towards a more pressing concern. "However, this situation could pose a problem for us. Will these chieftains allow us passage? Or will we have to use force?"
Brix dismissed Thorian''s concern with a shake of his head, puffing out his chest in a show of confidence. ¡°Since I am now a shaman apprentice, they would be insane to try and make things hard for us. If they do and they are found out by the champions and the elders, we don¡¯t even have to say or do anything, the higher-ups would kill them on their own.¡±
Hearing Brix¡¯s words, Thorian looked at him with interest. I see, so a shaman apprentice is higher in the hierarchy than a hobgoblin chief. The more I learn about these goblins, the more intriguing they seem.
The duo proceeded onwards through the dense foliage. After a brisk half-hour trek, the distant sounds of movement alerted them to their proximity to their destination. Sharing a glance, they silently acknowledged their arrival at the target location.
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As they ventured deeper into the tangled forest, the haunting cries of the nocturnal wildlife echoed eerily around them. The uncanny luminescence of bioluminescent flora lent an ethereal aura to the environment. The cacophony of the goblin language, a discordant blend of grunts, shrieks, and squeaks, filtered through the thicket, signaling their proximity to the goblin settlement.
"We''re close," Brix murmured, his eyes, acclimated to the darkness, scanned the dimly lit underbrush. His gaze sparkled with a subdued gleam of anticipation.
"It appears so," Thorian replied in a hushed tone. As they ventured closer, the hubbub intensified, and the rudimentary signs of goblin habitation came into view. A crude barricade fashioned from thorny bushes and fallen tree limbs delineated the boundary of the goblin territory.
Abruptly, two hobgoblin chiefs materialized from the obscurity, their grotesque silhouettes vaguely discernible. One was lanky, brandishing a rudimentary spear, while his companion, more robustly built, wielded a long sword. Their eyes glowed with an ominous light as they levelled their weapons at the newcomers. A volley of harsh squawks and piercing shrieks erupted from them, constituting an unmistakable warning. Thorian might not have understood their language, but their hostile intent was unambiguous.
¡°Leave this part to me, master,¡± Brix stepped forward, raising his hands in a non-threatening manner. He barked back a series of responses in their native tongue. His tones were confident and composed, a stark contrast to the hobgoblins'' aggressive posture.
It seems he got more of a spine now that he had evolved.
Thorian watched Brix with interest. He had never before witnessed such assertiveness from the goblin. Following a moment of tense standoff, the hobgoblin chiefs unanticipatedly lowered their weapons. Their faces mirrored surprise, quickly replaced by mild disdain as they grunted and spat aside. Following a few more unintelligible grunts, they turned, beckoning for the duo to follow them.
Despite the residual hostility emanating from the hobgoblins, Thorian couldn''t suppress a chuckle. Their brusque manners were, in their own way, quite amusing. So, even though they have to respect the hierarchy and tradition, it doesn¡¯t mean that they have to like it. Very interesting behavior.
As Thorian and Brix ventured deeper into goblin territory, they encountered scores of the green-skinned beings. Most were scattered about, sprawled on the ground in states of visible fatigue and starvation, too drained to do much else. A handful managed to carry out tasks, moving supplies from one location to another. Yet, even these seemingly industrious goblins appeared gaunt and malnourished, their protruding ribs evidence of their dire condition.
Thorian''s gaze was involuntarily drawn towards a goblin hidden behind a tree, voraciously consuming an indistinguishable piece of meat. As he followed the scene down, he spotted two green feet jutting out from behind the tree. His stomach roiled at the implication.
Brix, following Thorian''s line of sight, wore a grave expression. "These are desperate times, master. When hunger gnaws, we goblins don''t have the luxury of choosing our meals. Two rules apply here: let the family mourn for a day and do the deed in secret, and do it away from prying eyes. That¡¯s what the elder always told me and that¡¯s what I heard my whole life."
Thorian swallowed, his face etched with a grim expression. "That''s a horrifying way of life." As the harsh realities of goblin existence hit him, his mind began to wander, recalling instances of similar desperation among his own kind. Yet, humans aren''t above such acts in desperation.
As they ventured further into the open area, Thorian''s gaze was drawn to a group of goblins huddled around a fire. Overseen by a hefty hobgoblin, the group was busily roasting a freshly hunted deer. The scene offered a stark contrast to the covert act of cannibalism he had witnessed moments ago.
"Why the discrepancy in meals?" Thorian queried, a crease of confusion marring his brow. Although he had a conjecture of his own, he desired to hear the explanation from the goblin himself.
Brix squinted at the group around the fire. "That¡¯s an elite pack, master. They are led by a hobgoblin. They have the strength and skill to hunt larger game, while other groups aren''t so lucky. Their kills are divided ¨C shares for the elders, the champions, and the pack. The rest is left to the family of the pack, if there''s any left that is."
"Squii, shrii."
The squeaking noises yanked Thorian''s attention back to the two hobgoblin chiefs in the lead. They stood before a large cave entrance, barricaded by an arrangement of tree trunks and bushes. As the more robust of the two hobgoblins nudged a log aside, it revealed a pathway into the cavern.
Once the path was opened, the burlier hobgoblin turned to Brix, addressing him in their goblin tongue. Following a brief exchange, Brix, now eye level with Thorian''s shoulder, tilted his head upwards to meet his master''s gaze. "They wish to know the purpose of our meeting with the elders. What should I relay, master?"
Upon hearing Brix''s query, Thorian took a moment to contemplate his response. "Our objective is clear - to discuss the assimilation of the goblin tribe into my village." He then swept his gaze around the open space, taking in the sorry state of the goblins before continuing. "Under my leadership, they will not have to suffer hunger. And certainly, they won''t need to resort to consuming the dead bodies of their brethren."
After Thorian''s declaration, Brix remained silent. The newly evolved goblin lowered his gaze for a few moments, then raised his eyes to meet Thorian''s, displaying a certain apprehension. "Master, may I share my thoughts?"
Thorian''s brows knitted together in mild surprise before he replied, "Speak your mind."
"I... don''t believe this approach will work," Brix confessed, choosing his words with difficulty. ¡°Neither the elders nor the champions truly care for the conditions of the goblins. What they care about is themselves.¡±
Chapter 86: Negotiations
Taking a moment to absorb Brix''s comment, Thorian raised an eyebrow. "You''re saying that as long as they receive their share, they don''t truly care? That seems surprisingly short-sighted."
Brix looked back at the cave entrance, his hand trembling slightly. "The elders and the champions are strong. They don''t have to worry about the monsters, even if the weaker goblins die."
Goblin champions, huh. They should be slightly weaker than my unit commanders.
After a brief pause for thought, Thorian realized that the intricacies of goblin culture were completely beyond him. Based on the information he had, he could not have guessed the true desires and needs of the elders and champions.
Struck by a daring idea, Thorian turned back to his goblin friend with a smile. "Brix, I find myself lacking a deep understanding of the subtleties of your culture. As you are the one most familiar with these elders and champions, I hereby appoint you as the liaison for our village''s negotiations with them. I trust you won''t disappoint me."
As Thorian spoke, Brix''s mouth opened wider and wider, eventually reaching its limit. He was stuck in a frozen expression for a few seconds before shaking his head vehemently. "No, master, I cannot do such a thing! This is such an important matter; someone like me could never have the honor to be entrusted with such a task!"
"What honor?" Thorian raised an eyebrow, his voice cool. "This is simply an order. Are you saying that you cannot fulfill it?"
Seeing Thorian''s implacable expression, Brix gulped before slowly nodding. "No, I did not mean that. If it''s the master''s command, I can do anything!"
Thorian''s expression softened, and his frown transformed into a smile. "Good, then I expect nothing less than perfection. In your negotiations, you can offer them a position as high as a unit commander. Nothing higher, do you understand?"
"I will make sure to do so, master," Brix nodded, determination in his eyes.
Thus, Brix engaged in conversation with the bulky-looking hobgoblin once more. After a few exchanges, the hobgoblin chief disappeared into the cave to relay Brix''s message. The duo waited alongside the slender hobgoblin at the entrance for around ten minutes before the more robust hobgoblin reemerged.
After conferring with Brix for a brief moment, the latter turned to Thorian and announced, "They have accepted our request for a meeting. We may enter now."
With that, the duo made their way into the mouth of the cave. Instead of the muscular hobgoblin, it was the lean chief who guided them inside. As they ventured further, the stark daylight of the outside world gave way to a torchlit tableau of amber and shadow. The flickering flames of the torches danced upon the uneven cave walls, painting a mystical scene that hinted at the unfamiliar world they were about to encounter.
A primitive barricade marked the cave''s entrance ¡ª thorny undergrowth and stone, goblin logic of defense. The crunch of packed dirt and gravel underfoot echoed alongside distant water drips and the muted chatter of goblins.
The cave''s heart opened to a grand chamber, torchlit and shadow-ridden. Crude symbols and figures adorned the nearby walls, etchings of routes and pathways illuminated by clusters of torches. Hints of goblin existence were scattered around ¡ª simple sleeping pallets, makeshift weapons, food scraps.
At the center of the chamber, a flat stone sat surrounded by smaller rocks, a raw and makeshift council table. The champions and elders were gathered around it, all focused on Thorian and Brix as they entered.
As the two approached the main gathering, their lanky guide positioned himself to the side, not daring to join them. His spear was held at the ready, prepared for any sudden altercation, while his eyes continuously scanned Thorian and Brix for signs of hostility. The air was thick with tension and anticipation as the important meeting was about to commence.
Thorian paid no heed to the hobgoblin guide. In the grand scheme of things, he was insignificant. Instead, Thorian''s eyes roamed curiously over the council leading this amalgamation of tribes.
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Among them were three shamanic elders, their lean frames, tribalistic clothing, and magical auras revealing the nature of their esteemed positions. The champions, by contrast, looked more athletic. Six in number, half were armed with spears, the other half with long swords. They resembled stronger and more muscular versions of the hobgoblin chiefs, but were distinguished by far superior weapons and clothing.
Thorian''s contemplation was interrupted as he felt a sudden stop beside him. Turning, he saw Brix freezing up momentarily, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and trepidation.
"Take the lead," Thorian commanded softly, placing his hand on Brix''s shoulder, a reassuring gesture to both comfort his subordinate and hide his emotion from the council. "You are the master here now. You are the master of negotiation ¡ª behave as such."
Taking a small breath to steady his nerves, Brix stepped forward, leaving Thorian behind him, and immediately launched into his speech. Even though Thorian could not understand the words, he appreciated the tone and volume. The young goblin shaman apprentice was commanding the room with his voice. It was just loud enough to be properly heard but not so much that it seemed like compensation for a lack of confidence.
Observing his subordinate''s demeanor, Thorian nodded to himself with a smile, his thoughts affirming, Good. Speak your mind loud and clear, Brix; you have me at your back.
The discussion began on a fairly hostile note, with some of the champions scoffing and taunting the young Brix. But the shaman apprentice did not let their jeers deter him. He held steadfast, countering their derision with confident and well-chosen words.
Thorian, having already granted Brix full freedom to negotiate as he saw fit, found that there was little for him to do. He simply stood at the back, a silent pillar of support, as he watched the whole scene unfold, his eyes reflecting both pride and anticipation. The initial animosity in the room gradually began to ease, giving way to serious discussion as Brix continued to demonstrate his unexpected poise and conviction.
As the negotiations wore on, Thorian''s eyes continued to scan the members of the goblin council. Their faces reflected a mixture of emotions: confusion, fear, hostility¡ªall of which Thorian had anticipated.
However, as his gaze moved from one goblin to the next, it lingered on a specific elder. The elder shaman was smiling at Thorian, his eyes shining with a mysterious golden light. Thorian''s mind raced. Mana eyes? No, perhaps eyes of truth? he pondered, momentarily distracted. He then glanced at Brix, who was fully engaged in the negotiation, and thought, I must ask him about that elder later. I need to know his patron deity.
Unwilling to interrupt his subordinate during this crucial task, Thorian kept his thoughts to himself and adopted a more laid-back stance. The discussion continued between Brix and the champions, with the elders occasionally interjecting their thoughts. Of the three elders, two maintained fairly neutral expressions while speaking. Only the shaman with the golden eyes engaged with Brix, his demeanor gentle, his soft smile reminiscent of a grandfather''s affectionate regard for a favored grandson.
Minutes quickly passed, and the negotiations reached a fevered pitch. As the champions conferred among themselves, Brix turned to Thorian, his voice hushed and urgent.
"Master, I have negotiated the terms of our deal with them. They seem intrigued by our ability to develop strong soldiers quickly, but they are skeptical of my claims." Brix stammered, his voice dropping to a near-whisper as he continued, "They wish to verify the validity of my statements by assessing your strength."
"Oh, so they want to test me?" Thorian raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Sure, how do they plan to do that? And what do we stand to gain in return?"
Seeing that Thorian was not offended, Brix took a deep breath, visibly relieved. "They propose a duel with one of the goblin champions. Should you win, master, one of their three tribes will submit to us. We would gain the allegiance of one shaman elder, two champions, half a dozen hobgoblins, and a hundred or so regular goblins."
"Quite an impressive outcome for a first negotiation," Thorian nodded, patting Brix on the shoulder, his face reflecting both satisfaction and pride. "I''m impressed by what you''ve accomplished, Brix. This progress is more than I had anticipated."
His words were measured, but the warmth in Thorian''s eyes conveyed a genuine respect for his subordinate''s efforts.
Brix laughed and scratched the back of his head in jubilation, his face glowing with modesty. "Ah, master, I don''t deserve such praise. I was just doing my job."
Thorian''s smile widened slightly, his eyes flicking back to the smiling elder shaman. Their eyes locked for a fleeting moment before Thorian turned his attention back to Brix. "There''s one thing I wanted to ask. That shaman with the golden eyes, are you familiar with his patron deity?"
"Oh, Elder Omn?" Brix paused to regard the shaman in question. "Yes, I am very familiar with him. The goddess he follows is the goddess of knowledge: Shora."
Shora, huh, Thorian thought, scratching his chin with an intrigued smile. Interesting¡
Chapter 87: Duel And Proposition
One of the goblin champions stood up, spear in hand, and walked confidently toward Thorian. The rest of the council also rose from their makeshift stone chairs, signaling the end of the negotiation meeting.
The goblin champion who approached Thorian barked some words at him in his native tongue, but Thorian could not understand them. He turned toward Brix and gestured for an explanation.
¡°He is saying that he will be the one to duel you,¡± Brix explained, his voice even. ¡°As for the rest, I believe it too rude to translate.¡±
Thorian chuckled at Brix''s latter words before turning and gesturing toward the exit of the cave. ¡°Tell him to come outside. We need some space for this duel.¡±
The shaman apprentice quickly translated Thorian¡¯s words, and the goblin champion followed him. As Thorian exited the cave and walked into the clearing, he looked up at the sky to find it devoid of clouds. The stars twinkled, and the two moons stood side by side, illuminating the earth below. It was a wondrous and beautiful sight, and for a moment, Thorian was lost in its majesty.
Snapping back to reality, he saw that the goblins around had scattered, leaving a large circular space for the upcoming duel. Thorian glanced back only to see the goblin champion with his spear at the ready. The goblin''s cape fluttered with the wind, imbuing him with an aura of charisma rarely seen among the rest of his kin.
Not too bad. That is a good stance.
Seeing his opponent ready to commence the duel, Thorian turned toward Brix and advised, ¡°Keep an eye out and be ready to heal him should he become severely injured. He is a future friend, after all.¡±
Understanding Thorian¡¯s words, the apprentice shaman nodded. He then spoke some words to the goblin champion that Thorian could not comprehend. Suddenly, the goblin champion burst into motion, signaling the start of the fight. He covered a distance of ten meters with his spear in less than a second, a blur of deadly intent.
Anticipating this level of speed, Thorian''s hands flickered with red flames. With a deft movement, he deflected the head of the incoming spear with his Combustion Touch. A cone of flames engulfed the spear''s tip, sending it reeling backward before the champion regained his balance. With a quick flick of his wrist, the goblin doused the flames atop the spear, his eyes gleaming with fierce determination.
Choosing to give himself some space, Thorian coated his feet with mana before rushing backward. While crude, this technique allowed him to enhance his acceleration and agility.
However, just as Thorian created some distance, the goblin champion burst forth with a strong red aura. This swirling energy condensed and concentrated on the goblin''s feet and the haft of his spear, intensifying the aura of menace that surrounded him. The champion''s fierce eyes seemed to burn with the same red glow, promising a battle that would not be easily won.
An aura master? No, an intermediate user.
Aware of the barrage of strikes that an aura user was capable of, Thorian immediately conjured a Wind Gust with his right hand and a fireball with his left. Thank the gods for dual casting.
With that thought, Thorian hurled the two spells at the incoming goblin champion. As had happened many times before, the two skills merged into one, creating a wave of flames that engulfed the enemy.
However, Thorian didn''t take even a fraction of a second to breathe or anticipate the outcome. He immediately rushed toward the flaming wave as it crashed upon the goblin champion, his hand swirling with flames.
As Thorian expected, a deep blood-red spot appeared within the orange flames before the goblin champion burst out of the inferno. But just as he cracked through the first tongues of fire, he found himself face to face with Thorian, who was ready to strike, his eyes alight with the same intense flame as his magic.
Boom!
With his hands ablaze, Thorian struck the goblin champion''s solar plexus, engulfing him in the fire of Combustion Touch. The goblin let out a cry as he released his grip on the spear, sent flying back into the raging flames behind him.
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But before the champion could suffer truly devastating burn injuries, Thorian acted with swift compassion. He rushed in and pulled the goblin out of the inferno, feeling the heat scorch his own skin in the process. Then, he too jumped away from the fire, conscious of the embers that clung to him, a painful reminder of the duel''s intensity.
Flame Resistance is miraculous, but it¡¯s not flame immunity. I still need to be careful.
At the same time, Brix immediately rushed to assist the injured goblin champion. The goblin''s green skin was charred in several places, with raw flesh showing through the burns.
While Brix began his healing efforts, one of the shaman elders approached and joined in, casting his own spells. Green energy enveloped the goblin champion''s body, and the onlookers watched in awe as his injuries rapidly healed, the charred and damaged skin giving way to a renewed vitality.
That is some fairly high level healing - around a first advancement priest. It could be even slightly higher.
While Brix and the elder were healing the champion, Thorian surveyed the council. Some of the goblins looked on in awe, others in fear. Yet, Thorian was undeterred. Gone were the expressions of disdain, contempt, or indifferent neutrality that had marked their faces before.
Good, he thought to himself, know my power. Know the power of the one who is to be your king.
Soon, the goblin champion had fully recovered. He sprang to his feet and rejoined the rest of the goblins, his body a testament to the shaman''s skill.
Brix and the council then resumed their conversation, presumably to conclude the matters of the negotiation. After some quick, decisive talk, several members of the council began to make their way back into the cave, their manner reflecting a new sense of respect and understanding.
Brix rushed to Thorian¡¯s side and explained, ¡°Master, they want us to return to the cave to discuss matters more privately. It wouldn¡¯t be wise to hold the conversation where other goblins could see and listen.¡±
Thorian understood Brix''s logic but did not respond immediately. Instead, his gaze settled on the elder with golden eyes who was walking alongside the rest of the council toward the entrance of the cave.
¡°Elder Omn,¡± Thorian called out, causing the elder to stop in his tracks. ¡°I know that you can understand me. Why don¡¯t we have a talk? Just the two of us.¡±
The elder did not respond to Thorian at once. He looked around at the rest of the council and spoke with them in his native tongue. Only then, when all the council members had stopped, did the elder turn to face Thorian, his expression softening into a smile. The golden hue that had been covering his eyes earlier had vanished, revealing their natural amber color.
¡°How?¡± Elder Omn questioned, his voice tinged with curiosity. ¡°What made you believe I understood your tongue, king of the kobolds?¡±
¡°Your patron deity is Shora, so I could only guess as much,¡± Thorian explained before smoothly changing the subject. ¡°Beyond that, what do you say to a better deal than the one my friend has offered you?¡±
Elder Omn''s eyebrow arched in interest at the proposition. ¡°And what might that deal be?¡±
¡°Right now, one of the three tribes that constitute your coalition will serve under my leadership as per the terms of our negotiations. This would leave the other two tribes in a much weaker state than they were previously,¡± Thorian began, laying out his rationale. ¡°What I propose is a more equitable arrangement. I will fight against all of your champions simultaneously, and if I win, you all shall serve me. If I lose, then our previous deal is nullified, and the three tribes may remain together.¡±
Thorian''s words hung in the air, a bold offer that went beyond traditional negotiation. Elder Omn¡¯s eyes widened in both fear and shock at the proposal.
¡°Master-¡± Brix began, attempting to interrupt the heavy silence, but a cold look from Thorian stopped him dead in his tracks. Only after Brix fully backed away did Thorian turn his attention back to the elder, whose initial shock had now dissipated.
¡°Well then, that is an absolutely delightful deal,¡± Elder Omn mused with a chuckle. ¡°But, king of the kobolds, might you be a little hasty with this proposition? As a king, you should know that wisdom often reaches farther than might.¡±
¡°You do not have to worry about me,¡± Thorian chuckled in response, his eyes twinkling with a self-assured glint. ¡°Simply discuss this matter with the rest of your council and return to me with a positive response.¡±
Without uttering a word, Elder Omn smiled and nodded, his eyes reflecting understanding. He then turned to the rest of his council and began to explain Thorian''s bold proposition.
Meanwhile, Brix approached Thorian, concern evident in his voice. ¡°Master, I¡¯m sorry if I¡¯m overstepping my boundaries, but is this truly wise? The champions are strong; will you be able to defeat all of them?¡±
¡°Brix, never show fear or weakness to anyone outside our own,¡± Thorian warned, his voice firm but not unkind. He then looked back at his prospective opponents, confidence unwavering. ¡°As for the champions, it will be a decent fight, but I will win.¡±
Chapter 88: Lightning Dispute
As Elder Omn relayed Thorian''s challenge to the assembled elders and champions, a cacophony of outraged shouts and guttural protests erupted. However, with a commanding presence, Elder Omn quickly quelled the uproar. Gradually, expressions of disdain transformed into anticipatory smiles, their eyes glinting with the prospect of an unexpected opportunity.
After a brief deliberation, Elder Omn approached Thorian, his face breaking into a grin. "The council has accepted your challenge. Should you triumph over all our champions, we will pledge our loyalty and serve without question. The remaining terms will remain as we previously negotiated with young Brix."
Thorian nodded appreciatively. "A wise decision." He then surveyed the surroundings. Goblins and their towering hobgoblin chiefs had already formed a large ring around them, eager witnesses to the unfolding drama. The arena had been sufficient for his duel with the spear-wielding champion, but now, facing multiple adversaries, its expanse seemed inadequate.
"Have your men back away more," Thorian instructed, gesturing to the throng of goblins that surrounded them. "I can''t guarantee their safety if they stand so close."
Elder Omn''s eyes followed Thorian''s gesture, and he nodded in understanding. "Indeed, your spells might prove too devastating for them."
At the mention of his magical prowess, Thorian raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You know about my spells?"
"You jest too much, king of the kobolds," the elder replied with a light chuckle. "There''s no need to feign ignorance about my abilities."
Thorian responded with a chuckle of his own, but his eyes soon drifted toward the goblin champions. They were cracking their necks and adopting fighting stances, their bodies a coiled spring of anticipation, readying themselves for the battle to come. The air crackled with a tangible tension, as both sides prepared for a clash that promised to be both fierce and unforgettable.
Following Thorian''s focused gaze, Elder Omn nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Well then, shall we commence this sacred duel?"
"I am ready at your signal," Thorian responded, his voice steady and firm.
With a decisive wave, Elder Omn commanded the goblins and the hobgoblin chiefs to retreat further, widening the makeshift arena. It was only once they had moved back, vanishing into the dense shadows of the surrounding forest, that Thorian felt satisfied with the space allotted for the duel. The tension of anticipation hung heavy in the air as final preparations were made.
Elder Omn put some distance between Thorian and the group of poised champions. Then, with a loud, resonant shout that echoed through the clearing, he signaled the start of the fight.
Boom!
The six champions, bodies enveloped in a fierce red aura, dashed toward Thorian with breathtaking speed. The very ground beneath them seemed to shudder, and their first step left small craters in their wake, evidence of their ferocious might.
Faced with the assault of the armed champions converging on him from all directions, Thorian invoked a spell he had kept hidden in his arsenal until now.
Mist Veil.
The air around Thorian instantly became hazy as a thick white fog materialized, enveloping him and obscuring the champions'' vision. As they attempted to penetrate this magical barrier, their bodies suddenly decelerated, the momentum arrested by an unseen force. They began to grunt and moan as the sizzling hot air within the mist seared their skin.
Within seconds, they all retreated from the mist, expressions twisted in confusion and pain. They had lost sight of Thorian, and they realized the futility of searching for him within an area where they were vulnerable to constant damage.
As the white mist gradually dissipated, Thorian''s figure began to emerge. The flame kobold seemed unscathed, his eyes alight with focus. Just as the goblin champions could make out his form, Thorian snapped his fingers.
A thundering roar resonated through the clearing, the shockwave of sound nearly deafening the goblin champions. Instinctively, they covered their ears and fell to their knees, overcome by the jarring intensity of Thorian''s Thunderclap spell.
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Seizing the moment of advantage, Thorian began casting one of his more advanced spells. The winds surrounding the disoriented, green-skinned champions started to shift wildly, gaining speed with each spiraling rotation. Within moments, a full-fledged tornado had formed, its powerful currents sucking the bodies of the goblin champions into its vortex.
Thorian''s eyes narrowed as his spell reached full power, preparing to launch his next assault. Just as he was about to mentally command his Fire Pillar spell, he abruptly halted mid-cast.
Damn, I almost killed my future commanders in haste, he realized, a sudden clarity washing over him.
Drawing a deep breath, regret and realization etched on his face, Thorian surveyed the tempest he had summoned. True to its rank as a first-advancement spell, the tornado ensnared all six champions, its razor-sharp gusts slicing through their flesh, causing thick purple blood to seep from numerous wounds.
Yet, from the whirlwind''s chaotic core, a brilliant yellow flash burst forth. Accompanied by a deafening roar, a goblin champion emerged, his form cloaked in an electrifying aura. Propelled by a powerful kick, he broke free from the tornado''s grasp, hurtling toward Thorian like a bolt of lightning. Sword drawn and gleaming menacingly, he seemed intent on liberating Thorian''s head from his shoulders.
An elemental aura? Marvelous.
Thorian wanted to admire the goblin champion''s electrifying display, but he knew he couldn''t afford such indulgence. With practiced efficiency, he employed dual casting, summoning a protective Druid Dome around him and materializing a molten shield close to his body.
In the blink of an eye, the goblin champion thrust through the wooden dome with a lightning-infused burst. His sword collided with the molten shield, forcing Thorian back a couple of steps.
Yet, the goblin champion''s assault was relentless. He lunged forward again, sword raised high, prepared to unleash a horizontal slash. Thorian, however, remained composed, his keen eyes tracking every subtle movement of his opponent. As the goblin leaped into the air, Thorian spotted a slight shift in his shoulders, a telltale lowering of his center of gravity.
It¡¯s a feint!
Recognizing the champion''s true intention, Thorian leaped into the air, deftly maneuvering his molten shield into place just in time to ward off the goblin''s unexpected rising diagonal slash.
Crack!
Thorian''s lava shield splintered into fragments, unable to endure two successive aura-powered strikes from the formidable goblin. The shockwave propelled Thorian backward, but he skillfully rode the momentum, putting some distance between himself and his relentless foe.
Taking a brief moment to survey the battlefield, Thorian''s gaze was drawn to the area where his tornado had once raged. The spell had dissipated, freeing the five remaining champions who were now charging forward to support their comrade.
With a click of his tongue, Thorian regarded the determined goblin champion before him, a note of regret in his thoughts. I wanted to spar with you some more, but it seems I must finish our duel prematurely.
As Thorian''s feet touched the ground, he tapped into a reservoir of energy he hadn''t accessed in this lifetime: the core of his lower abdomen. Fiery power surged along a hidden path, enveloping his body before culminating in his palms. The flames that danced around his hands were not the usual red; they were tinged with a mysterious purple hue.
Dark Flame Palm, let''s see how good you are.
Infusing mana into his right foot, Thorian charged at the lightning-imbued goblin with all the speed he could muster. The champion, momentarily taken aback by the unusual flames, recovered swiftly to block Thorian''s palm strike. Yellow lightning clashed with purple flame, creating a spectacle of radiant beauty as the two energies battled for dominance.
Thorian wasted no time, unleashing a relentless flurry of attacks against his opponent. The battle''s momentum shifted as the goblin champion was forced onto the defensive, parrying and dodging as best he could. He knew that a single misstep could prove disastrous against Thorian''s potent strikes, but also that his fellow champions were closing in. In a matter of seconds, they would join the fray, and the advantage would swing back in his favor.
Thorian sensed this strategic calculation but remained unfazed. His heart did not waver, his mind clear and focused. His class, elemental magus, held its reputation as one of the most formidable for a reason.
Dust Devil.
The wind shifted once more at Thorian''s command, sending a foreboding chill through the advancing goblin champions. Pebbles, sand, and blades of grass were swept up into a whirling vortex, forming a barrier of nature''s fury. Though smaller than the tornado that had ensnared them earlier, the Dust Devil still served as a significant deterrent. The five champions halted, looking for ways to circumvent the spell and reach their embattled comrade on the other side.
With his other opponents momentarily held at bay, Thorian''s focus narrowed, honing in on the lightning-clad champion. The goblin''s face twisted into an ugly grimace as he looked at the Dust Devil Thorian had summoned.
You shouldn¡¯t be so distracted.
Pausing his relentless assault, Thorian suddenly halted, standing still for a brief moment. The goblin champion was taken aback at first, confusion flickering across his face. But as his eyes locked with Thorian''s, a realization clearly dawned, and his expression went ashen.
With a calm and deliberate motion, Thorian snapped his fingers.
Chapter 89: Charred Green
The instant Thorian snapped his fingers, a thunderous roar reverberated through the air, disorienting his opponent. Caught off guard, the hobgoblin champion¡ªclad in flickering lightning¡ªinstinctively covered his ears.
Seizing the moment, Thorian lunged forward, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. His eyes met those of the hobgoblin, and the scant inches that separated them filled with an electric tension. Unleashing a rapid-fire series of strikes, Thorian''s palms¡ªablaze with ethereal, purple flames¡ªseared the flesh of his opponent with each devastating impact. He concluded his frenetic assault with a precisely executed uppercut, catapulting the champion into the roiling tempest of the Dust Devil.
However, respite eluded Thorian. Before he could even draw another breath, a torrent of foes surged toward him from either side, their aura-imbued blades gleaming with deadly intent. With a fluid grace, Thorian parried the onslaught, his hands still aflame, warding off swords and spears that sought to claim his life. Each deflected blow forced him a step backward, but he calculated every movement to ensure his enemies remained squarely within his field of vision. He would not be so easily outflanked; not when the stakes were this high.
Dammit, they¡¯re stalling me.
Thorian felt the strain of maintaining his Dark Flame Palm technique; his reserves of qi were dwindling perilously close to exhaustion. The ceaseless onslaught from his enemies left him little room for planning, let alone recovery.
He gritted his teeth, eyes glinting like ice as he surveyed his would-be executioners. I''d hoped to avoid this, but it seems you''ve left me no choice.
Just as he conjured the thought, a goblin champion lunged at him, brandishing a long sword imbued with malevolent energy. Thorian met the blade with the back of his flame-enshrouded hand, effortlessly turning it aside. But this time, he held his position, eschewing the calculated retreats that had marked his earlier defense.
Combustion Touch.
The transformation was instant and astonishing. Within the deep purple of Thorian''s flame, a piercing red light erupted, melding with the original hue to create a chaotic swirl of crimson and violet. With the lethal grace of a predator, Thorian lunged at the green-skinned champion who had dared to attack him. His palm, now a turbulent confluence of red and purple fire, struck true, targeting the vulnerable solar plexus of his foe. Flames engulfed the champion''s muscular frame as he was hurled backward, his anguished howl slicing through the air.
That cry of agony seized the attention of the remaining champions, diverting their focus for one fatal moment. In the deadly dance that was this battle, even such a brief distraction was inexcusable. Seizing the opportunity, Thorian lunged at the nearest opponent, a spear-wielding hobgoblin. With a single, devastating blow, he shattered the spear''s shaft while his fiery aura incinerated the splinters. Before the stunned goblin could even react, Thorian delivered a brutal kick to his stomach, rendering him defenseless.
As his foe hurtled toward the ground, Thorian deactivated his Dark Flame Palm, allowing his hand to revert to its natural state. In the same fluid motion, he snapped his fingers to reactivate Thunderclap.
The hobgoblin champions, having experienced this skill twice already, were not as affected as before. They simply took a step back, gritting their teeth through the spine-chilling sound. However, that momentary lapse was all Thorian had wished for.
With an incantation as quick as thought, Thorian summoned his next spell, the Mist Veil. Once again, a white fog billowed forth, enveloping the battleground in an occlusive, burning haze. Visibility plummeted; the goblin champions could hardly see their hands in front of their faces, and each breath they took was tinged with pain from the fog''s caustic effects.
Convinced their prey was still before them, the goblins lunged with weapons extended, hoping to bring Thorian down in one fell swoop. But they met only the insubstantial mist where he had stood. The moment the Mist Veil was in place, Thorian had melted into the fog, exploiting its cover to reposition himself.
Emerging from the murk, he invoked another spell, this one a battle-worn favorite. A sphere of flame materialized above his palm, swirling and expanding until he hurled it with deadly accuracy at a sword-wielding champion. No sooner had the fireball found its mark than Thorian flicked his fingers upward, triggering yet another incantation. Beneath the stricken goblin, an intricate magical circle materialized, its radiant light almost too bright to bear.
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The goblin had no time to react. A pillar of fire erupted from the magical circle, roaring skyward in a blazing fury. The champion was consumed in a turbulent inferno, his screams drowning in the roar of the flames. A nearby compatriot, standing too close to the spectacle, was caught off guard; a wave of fire licked at his right arm, igniting it in a dance of agony.
With a keening wail, the hobgoblin abandoned his spear to frantically extinguish the flames devouring his arm. His green skin was a pocked landscape of searing burns and blistering welts. When he finally dared to glance up, terror flooding his eyes, he found that Thorian was not even looking at him. Instead, Thorian¡¯s attention was riveted to the sword-wielding champion who had borne the brunt of his fiery assault.
Swiftly conjuring a sphere of water, Thorian hurled it at the charred form of his unfortunate foe. The ball hit its mark and evaporated instantly with a hissing sound, succeeding mostly in quenching the flames. As the mist of his Veil spell began to dissipate, the full horror of the champion''s condition became visible. His body was grotesquely scorched, limbs and torso turned an ashy black, though his face was mercifully spared¡ªstreaked only with soot.
Thorian then turned his gaze toward Elder Omn, the appointed referee of this harrowing duel. What he saw in the elder''s eyes was a complex cocktail of emotions: a visceral horror mingled with a sort of schadenfreude-tinged fascination.
"End this farce and declare my victory," Thorian commanded, his voice pitched to carry. "There''s still time to save your men."
Elder Omn seemed momentarily stunned, his words stumbling over themselves before he barked out a proclamation in his own tongue. While Thorian couldn''t comprehend his language, the message was unmistakable.
A murmur rustled through the crowd of goblin spectators, their faces a kaleidoscope of conflicting emotions¡ªbewilderment, trepidation, and a palpable tension as they wondered what would come next.
The mostly unscathed champions, including the one Thorian had dispatched earlier with a kick, huddled together. Their expressions held no anticipation, only a fog of confusion and the visceral imprint of fear, branded by Thorian''s demonstration of power.
The two other elders accompanying Omn were visibly discomfited. Their eyes averted from Thorian''s gaze, their movements nervous and twitchy. Engaging in subdued conversation amongst themselves, they were a stark contrast to the arrogance they''d displayed earlier during negotiations with Brix.
With an impatient click of his tongue, Thorian interrupted their hushed conference. "Discussion can wait. Tend to your men now; I can''t say for certain how deeply my flames have damaged them."
Jolted into action by Thorian''s brusque admonition, the trio of elders hastened to attend to their grievously wounded champions. The caustic purple flames from Thorian''s earlier spells still clung to their skin like ravenous parasites, devouring flesh in an unrelenting assault. Thankfully, the elders managed to neutralize the magical fire before initiating their own healing incantations.
As the shamanistic rituals unfurled, Brix darted to Thorian''s side, his eyes alight with a blend of awe and contrition. ¡°I¡¯m sorry master for having doubted you. You are truly the strongest! I can¡¯t believe you have beaten all six of the great champions at once.¡±
Thorian offered a dismissive shrug. "What''s there to celebrate in besting a handful of amateurs?" His gaze wandered past the immediate scene to the goblins assembled beyond the ring of trees. "We''ll need a significant amount of Wood Units to accommodate so many new residents."
¡°Don¡¯t worry about that, master,¡± Brix shook his head, a note of earnestness coloring his tone. ¡°We¡¯re used to sleeping in bushes and small caves. Just being inside the walls of the village is a considerable upgrade to our normal living standards.¡±
Thorian nodded, his clawed fingers idly scratching at his furred chin. "After we clear the wooded area between the two walls, it would serve as an excellent residential zone for the civilians and lower-ranking officers. Construction can commence tomorrow."
¡°The guards on the second wall would also appreciate their houses being near,¡± Brix chimed in, eager to contribute. ¡°It would allow them to make their shift in a much more timely manner.¡±
Thorian nodded again, silently acknowledging the validity of Brix''s point. He''d already implemented such conveniences for the inner-wall guards but had overlooked doing the same for those manning the outer defenses. With a significant influx of new civilians, it made perfect sense to extend this courtesy to the second wall¡¯s sentinels as well.
¡°Master, I am truly impressed.¡± Brix started, his voice somewhat shaky with excitement but his eyes bright. ¡°It¡¯s only been a couple of days and the village has grown so much. I can¡¯t even begin to imagine how it would look in a few months or even a few years.¡±
For a moment, Thorian looked genuinely surprised at Brix¡¯s ebullience, then a wry chuckle escaped him. "Well, you''ll just have to stick around to find out."
Chapter 90: On Ruling
After the shaman elders tended to the wounded hobgoblin champions, Thorian approached the venerable Elder Omn. "I trust you won''t renege on your word now that your warriors are healed?"
Elder Omn, with golden eyes that shimmered like ancient coins, met Thorian''s gaze. "Never," he replied firmly. "Your leadership is evident, King of the Kobolds. To align with you is to elevate our tribes."
Thorian''s laughter was rich and genuine. "How refreshing it is to negotiate with one so astute." His attention drifted to the goblins filtering into the clearing. Their eyes darted anxiously, the weight of uncertainty evident in their every move.
"They need reassurance," Thorian advised Omn. "I''ve shown discipline, now it''s time for reward. Speak to them of hope, of the future we''ll build side by side. With me, aspirants will find glory, fortune-seekers will unearth treasures, and those thirsting for power will be quenched."
Elder Omn''s smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. "My intuition about you has not failed me, it seems." With a respectful inclination of his head, he added, "Your wish is my command, King of the Kobolds."
Omn rejoined his fellow elders, conveying Thorian''s vision with conviction. The dread that Thorian had inspired still lingered like a specter among them, silencing any potential dissent.
Satisfied with the unfolding dynamics, Thorian sauntered over to Brix. "Have you briefed them on the state of the village?"
"I have," Brix responded, his focus not entirely present. ¡°I told them how safe it would be to live inside. I also explained how they all can grow much stronger than they currently are with the help of the guilds and classes.¡±
Thorian glanced back toward the Elders and champions, who were now rallying their respective tribes. "Excellent. They''ll have little difficulty in conveying the nuances to their own people."
As Thorian studied the goblins¡ªwitnessing their transformation from trepidation to tentative hope¡ªhe lost himself in contemplation. When he finally turned back to Brix, he found him standing uneasily, eyes cast downward in unspoken apprehension.
"What troubles you?" Thorian inquired, sensing the undercurrent of unease in Brix''s posture.
A heavy silence stretched between them before Brix found the words. ¡°I¡¯m sorry master, I have disappointed you.¡±
Caught off guard, Thorian''s eyebrows lifted. "Disappointed? Elaborate."
¡°You gave me this important task of negotiation, yet I failed you,¡± Brix confessed. ¡°In the end, you had to fight all the champions to cover for my incompetence, master.¡±
¡°Incompetence, you say?¡± Thorian shifted his gaze upwards, staring at the beautiful night sky. ¡°Your physical weakness could be considered an incompetence indeed.¡±
Thorian''s words seemed to weigh on Brix like a stone, pulling his gaze further downward, as if he could disappear into the earth.
"But you misunderstand," Thorian continued, softening his tone. "I don''t keep you in my confidence for your magical prowess or physical might. Your true strength lies in the cunning that let you survive our initial encounter, and in the adaptability that''s allowed you to thrive among monsters unfamiliar to you."
As Thorian spoke, he watched Brix''s countenance gradually brighten. Yet despite the words of praise, an unmistakable emptiness still lingered in the shaman apprentice''s eyes. Recognizing this, Thorian sank gracefully onto the ground and gestured for Brix to join him.
"In matters of governance and diplomacy, the scales balance precariously between fear and hope," Thorian began, eyes narrowed as if peering into the very soul of leadership.
"Fear stems from power, from the willingness to wield it ruthlessly¡ªsometimes even cruelly. Words are potent only when backed by the clenched fist that can enforce them." Thorian chuckled, and Brix''s laughter softly echoed his own. "Yet, power alone is insufficient. One must also offer hope. Your subjects, your allies, must believe that their lot will improve through their association with you. They must be convinced that tomorrow promises more than today."
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As Thorian shared these insights, his thoughts meandered through the labyrinth of memory, coming to rest on the visage of his great-uncle Aldritch. The figure filled his mind, a stark silhouette against a canvas of contemplative white.
Did I not give them enough hope? Thorian mused before gritting his teeth. No, it was not an issue of hope. It was one of fear. He feared the royal family more than he feared me!
"Master?" Brix''s voice punctured his introspection. "Is something amiss?"
Shaking his head, Thorian expelled a long-held breath. "Merely revisiting some unpleasant memories," he said. Refocusing his gaze on Brix, he resumed his earlier train of thought. "Now, as for your role today¡ªyou did not fail me. Consider it a collaboration. I embodied fear¡ªthe unyielding force they couldn''t hope to overcome. You, on the other hand, represented hope. Your eloquence spoke of brighter tomorrows, free from the claustrophobic darkness of these caves and the slow attrition of their ranks. You showed them that under my rule, they could aspire to heights previously unimagined. This is what builds loyalty."
"I believe I grasp your meaning, Master," Brix said, offering a respectful bow. "I''m deeply grateful for your guidance."
As the moon climbed higher in the Sherwood Forest sky, Thorian stood back, allowing the goblins time to digest the seismic shift their lives were about to undergo. This large clearing, so long their sanctuary, would soon be left behind for an unfamiliar landscape peopled by unfamiliar beings. It was no surprise that hesitation pulsed like an undercurrent through the gathered tribes.
Yet, in the strictly hierarchical goblin society, the words of the elders and champions carried the weight of divine mandate. Once their leaders had decreed the course, debate was effectively silenced. Roughly an hour passed¡ªfilled with strategic regrouping, the return of scouting parties, and the muted chaos of families collecting their sparse belongings. Then, as if guided by some unseen hand, the three tribes fell into formation and began their exodus toward Wolvendale village.
The journey back to Wolvendale was an arduous one, a trek far lengthier than Thorian or the goblin champions would have required on their own. Their pace was dictated by the slowest among them¡ªthe aged, the infirm, the young. Yet the real trial lay in the fact that their sizable caravan did not go unnoticed. The forest teemed with threats: Chaskas, Thri-kreen warriors, and even rival goblins, all converging on them with malicious intent.
Initially, the goblin champions displayed a cavalier attitude toward these attacks. So long as their own safety wasn''t compromised, the loss of a few lesser goblins seemed inconsequential to them. Thorian quickly disabused them of that notion.
"Your authority comes from your responsibility," he snapped, his voice a biting wind amid the forest''s ambient rustle. "If you expect your subordinates to heed your commands and respect your rank, then you must shield them from the perils that beset this journey. Leadership is not a one-sided affair; it''s a contract, a sacred exchange."
Upon the conclusion of Thorian''s admonition, Brix swiftly translated his words into their native tongue for the goblin champions. Two of them wore predictably disgruntled expressions, but the other four responded with nods of contemplative agreement. Though the two dissenters muttered under their breath in phrases unintelligible to Thorian, they raised no overt objections.
The shaman elders received much the same directive. Thorian ordered them to extend their healing arts to all wounded goblins, not just the champions they so obviously favored. While there was a ripple of discontent among them, it was muted by the realization that the balance of power had undeniably shifted. They grasped that they had to prove their worth and competence to Thorian, lest they be supplanted by younger, more adaptive shamans. They had witnessed Brix''s rapid evolution, and they understood that within weeks, a new generation of shaman apprentices could rise to eclipse them.
After a journey teeming with peril and punctuated by skirmishes, the caravan emerged from the forest''s embrace two hours later. Before them stood the outer wall of Wolvendale village, the ground at its base strewn with the carcasses of fallen monsters¡ªa gruesome tableau that bore silent witness to the settlement''s own struggles. The guards on the ramparts and in the watchtowers looked down in astonished bewilderment.
Direwolves patrolled the perimeter of the wall, their keen senses alert to any signs of movement among the fallen bodies. They were tasked with ensuring that none played dead amongst the corpses. But when the army of goblins emerged from the dense forest, the direwolves shifted their attention, their eyes locking onto the new arrivals.
Caught in a haze of confusion and curiosity, one goblin strayed from his formation to get a closer look. No sooner had he taken a few steps forward than a direwolf lunged at him, its fangs bared, ready to finish him off.
"Halt," Thorian commanded, stepping forward and raising a restraining hand. The direwolf stopped in its tracks, growling softly as Thorian caressed its neck. "These are our new allies; there is no need for hostility."
The goblin who had nearly met his end fell onto his back, letting out a shrill cry. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared up at the massive wolf, his eyes brimming with terror.
"Return to your formation," Thorian gestured to the goblin, who promptly complied, whether he understood the words or merely the gesture was immaterial.
Once the goblin had rejoined his comrades, Thorian scratched the direwolf behind its ears and nudged it back towards its pack near the wall. He then signaled for Brix to approach him as they made their way toward the village entrance.
"Open the gates," Thorian announced, his voice carrying authority as he strode forward with Brix at his side. "I have returned, and I bring new allies with us."
Chapter 91: Slow Integration
As Thorian approached the gate, the wooden doors creaked open, revealing Forlune and his band of warriors, their faces alight with smiles.
"As expected, my king," Forlune said, his laughter rich and hearty. ¡°You disappear for a few hours and you come back with a full army by your side.¡±
"It''s been a long journey to this moment," Thorian acknowledged, his eyes meeting Brix''s. He turned back to Forlune and issued his orders. "Escort our new allies to the Village Hall, along with Brix. Tonight, the focus is on establishing them as citizens and securing them shelter. We''ll convene tomorrow to discuss their integration into various units."
"Understood, my king," Forlune responded, though a look of puzzlement crossed his face. ¡°But how do I talk with them? They don¡¯t seem to understand our language, and I definitely don¡¯t understand theirs.¡±
"Brix will assist you," Thorian assured him, then directed his gaze toward the young shaman apprentice. "In addition to aiding Forlune with logistics, I have another task for you. I want a comprehensive account of the goblin tribe¡ªeverything from their total numbers to the specifics of their hierarchy, including how many hobgoblins there are and under which champion or elder they serve. Compile this information and present it to Melina. Do you understand?"
"Understood, Master," Brix replied, nodding with palpable enthusiasm. "I''ll carry out your instructions to the letter."
¡°What about the classes, king?¡± Forlune inquired. ¡°Should I tour them around the guilds to get their classes?¡±
"Not today," Thorian answered, shaking his head decisively. "We''ll address that tomorrow. For tonight, just provide them with shelter and keep a watchful eye. The guarding duty should be lighter since the portals will cease to appear shortly."
Forlune glanced skyward, his smile tinged with complexity. ¡°Oh, this will be the end of the second day,¡± he mused.¡°It¡¯s been a long two days. But now we¡¯re finally going to receive those rewards we have been promised for so long.¡±
"First thing tomorrow, we''ll convene a meeting to assess the village''s progress and outline our agenda for the day," Thorian said, more to himself than anyone else. Then, locking eyes with Forlune, he concluded, "That''s all for now. Stay vigilant, and report back to me immediately should anything go awry."
¡°I will do that,¡± Forlune acknowledged with a nod, signaling the end of their conversation. He, along with Brix and a detachment of warriors, took on the duty of escorting the goblin newcomers, while Thorian commenced his patrol along the outer wall''s perimeter.
As he walked, Thorian remained vigilant for any structural weaknesses or suspicious areas in the fortifications. To his relief, he found none. At each gate he passed, he paused to reflect on the events of the past few hours.
Nothing adverse had occurred, which not only relieved him but also signified the increasing strength of his village. A particularly noteworthy development was the complete evolution of the last few brown kobloids into their advanced kobold forms. Though he had anticipated this milestone within a few days, they had achieved it in nearly half the time.
At present, the kobolds serving as combatants in Thorian¡¯s forces were roughly on par with the goblin champions, albeit slightly less powerful. However, once these kobolds underwent their first-class advancement, they would likely outmatch the champions in their current state.
Good, Thorian thought, a wisp of a smile crossing his lips. This should serve as a clear message to any would-be challengers among the champions.
While the goblins had agreed to submit to Thorian as part of their arrangement, he understood the intricacies of the mind all too well. Even if they feared his power and appreciated Brix''s diplomatic skills, there was still the potential for discord if they perceived the kobolds under Thorian''s rule as weak. Such perceptions could sow the seeds of rebellious thoughts, which might eventually germinate into plans and actions.
But this should make it clear. Even my least capable fighters can match their most formidable warriors.
With this satisfying thought in mind, Thorian set about erecting guardhouses near each of the four outer gates. These structures were intended exclusively for the guards tasked with vigilant, round-the-clock shifts, providing security against external threats.
Just as Thorian placed the finishing touches on the final guardhouse, a notification materialized before him.
| Monster Quest Fully Completed |
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
| Skill Acquired |
Predator¡¯s Gaze |
| Predator¡¯s Gaze |
| Description |
Sharpen your focus and momentarily heighten your vision, allowing you to see heat signatures through obstacles. |
| Rewards for Milestone 4 will be shown in the next evolution. |
Just as Thorian¡¯s lips parted into a smile as he saw the rewards pouring in, another set of notifications appeared in front of him.
| Revenge on the Monsters Fully Completed |
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
| Error: All class starting skills already acquired and fully mastered. |
| Skill Acquired |
Elemental Perception |
| Description |
Supercharge your eyes temporarily with mana allowing you to identify different elements in your environment. |
| Purple Cloud Weapon Acquired |
Emberstrike Cane |
As the notification disappeared, a long staff was being materialized right at Thorian¡¯s grasp. It took a few seconds before it finally materialized and Thorian could grasp it.
| Emberstrike Cane |
| Rarity |
|
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
20 |
| Description |
The Emberstrike Cane is made from Phoenix wood, rendering it nearly fireproof. Its tip holds a pulsing red orb that enhances the wielder''s fire magic. |
| Stat Bonuses |
Mana +25 Strength +10 |
| Abilities |
Increases the potency of fire-based spells by 20%. |
| Special Abilities |
Flare Burst: Once a day, you can channel the staff to unleash a flare that deals moderate fire damage to all enemies in a 10-meter radius. |
As Thorian gripped the staff, he felt a surge of fiery energy course through him. The sensation was as if merely holding this weapon endowed him with remarkable strength. His gaze was quickly drawn to the deep-red orb mounted at the staff''s apex; its luminescence seemed almost hypnotic.
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The orb''s purity is high. It can be extracted and repurposed long after this weapon has outlived its usefulness.
Cradled within the metallic jaws of a lizard-shaped head, the fist-sized orb seemed a perfect fit. The silver metal seamlessly blended with the staff''s wooden core, and arcane symbols etched along its length flickered with intermittent crimson light.
At last, a weapon befitting my abilities. All I need now is a robe attuned to fire or wind, and I''ll be well-equipped for the challenges ahead.
Content with his newfound rewards, Thorian turned his attention to his status panel. Eager to see the tangible results of his recent endeavors, he looked forward to witnessing the fruits of his labor crystallized before his eyes.
Display Panel
Ding
| Race |
Flame Kobold |
| Level |
23/30 (exp: 3782/6800) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
20/40 (exp: 172/6600) |
| Lifespan |
40 years |
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Fourth Stage (3.5%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
103 |
| Agility |
114 |
| Constitution |
82 |
| Mana |
103 |
| Qi |
60 |
| Free Points |
15 |
Ah, I''m three points short, Thorian muttered, biting his lower lip in frustration. If only I''d remembered the ''Jack of all Trades'' skill earlier, I would''ve allocated my points differently.
Though he regretted his oversight, Thorian shook off the disappointment. There was no use crying over spilled milk.
It''s only the second day; there''s no need to fret, he reassured himself. Last time around, it took me a year and a half to even discover this skill and accumulate enough free points for it. By then, I was already a high-level, second-advancement fire magus.
Reflecting on his past experiences brought a smile to his face. He could focus on acquiring the "Jack of All Trades" skill tomorrow.
Staff in hand, Thorian made his way toward the Village Hall. The closer he got, the more people he encountered¡ªprimarily goblins, who thronged the area around the hall in great numbers. Kobolds and kobloid citizens observed the new arrivals with keen interest.
Navigating through the crowd of goblins, Thorian finally reached his destination. Brix and Elder Omn were deep in conversation just outside the Village Hall.
Clearing his throat lightly to announce his arrival, Thorian approached the Elder. "So, what''s your impression of the village, Elder Omn?"
Elder Omn turned around, his face breaking into a broad smile. "It is marvelous, king of the kobolds¡ª"
"Just call me ''King,''" Thorian interjected.
"Very well... King," Omn nodded, adjusting his terminology. "I had initially thought Brix''s descriptions to be exaggerated, but it seems he was rather modest in his praise."
"I''m pleased it meets your approval," Thorian replied, taking a moment to inhale deeply before laying out the immediate plans. "For tonight, all goblins¡ªbe they regular, hobgoblins, champions, or even elders¡ªwill be quartered in the area between the two walls. Is that clear?"
Elder Omn hesitated momentarily, evidently surprised, before comprehension dawned on him. "As you wish, King. I will relay this information to the rest of our council."
"Good," Thorian nodded, continuing his briefing. "We''ll meet early tomorrow to discuss the formation of new units. Each will be comprised of a mix of races: goblins, kobolds, and even some orcs. The aim is to foster unity and camaraderie as swiftly as possible. I trust you understand the logic behind this approach. As agreed in our negotiations, each elder will head one of these units."
"I am profoundly grateful for your generosity," Elder Omn responded, bowing slightly. His expression then turned hesitant. "If I may, could I inquire about these much-discussed classes? Will we have an opportunity to explore them?"
¡°Those details will be addressed in the morning," Thorian replied. "For now, rest well. Tomorrow promises to be a long and productive day; you''ll need all your energy for it."
With that, Thorian bid farewell to the two goblins and entered the hall. The first person he noticed was Forlune, his towering presence unmistakable as he organized the goblins into orderly lines that ended at Melina''s desk. Clutched in his hand was a silvery saber that Thorian had never seen before.
"Is that a new weapon you''ve acquired?" Thorian approached, smiling. "It suits you well."
Caught off guard initially, Forlune broke into laughter when he saw Thorian approach. "It''s called the Moonlight Saber," he announced, brandishing the weapon proudly. ¡°What a beautiful piece of work. It¡¯s even better than this chestplate.¡±
His eyes then drifted to Thorian''s staff. "And what about yours, King? It appears quite imposing."
"It''s called the Emberstrike Cane," Thorian responded, examining his weapon. "It significantly enhances the potency of my fire magic."
¡°I fear for your enemies, king,¡± Forlune roared with laughter. "You were already incinerating them; now there might not even be charred bones left behind."
¡°You joke too much,¡± Thorian chuckled, proceeding past Forlune. At the other end of the room, Melina was hard at work registering the stream of new goblin citizens. The line seemed endless, and for a brief moment, Thorian felt sympathy for the receptionist; her night was clearly going to be a long one.
As he moved through the hall, Thorian''s eyes landed on the bulletin board. There appeared to be one more quest listed than usual. Intrigued, he plucked the quest parchment from its place to give it a closer look.
| The Midnight Guardians of Locksley |
| Description |
Unlock the full capabilities of Locksley by defeating the formidable guardians that appear at the stroke of midnight. Four powerful boss monsters will materialize at the North, South, East, and West perimeters of the city. Vanquish these ancient foes to activate the city''s long-dormant fortress system and earn substantial rewards. |
|
Quest Objectives
|
Be at one of Locksley''s cardinal points (North, South, East, West) by midnight.
Defeat the boss monster at that location.
|
| Rewards |
Unlock Locksley''s Fortress System
Contribution-Based Rewards: Varies (Arcane Coins, Experience Points, Special Items)
Speed Bonus: Extra rewards for slaying the boss monster quickly
|
Interesting¡ So even the surrounding territories to the main city have access to this type of quest.
After examining the new quest, Thorian returned the parchment to its spot on the bulletin board. This development would certainly be a key topic in tomorrow''s meeting. The unlocking of Locksley''s fortress system marked a significant shift in regional dynamics. Coupled with the declining numbers of roaming monsters, this could offer a glimmer of hope to the survivors of the initial apocalyptic events. More importantly, it could serve as a powerful asset for humanity to regain their footing in a world now dominated by monsters.
But these were considerations for tomorrow. For the moment, Thorian decided to put such matters aside. His immediate plan was simple: return to his residence and get some much-needed rest.
As Thorian walked back to his home, he noticed Harald sitting in the distance. The direwolf was in the same meditative posture as before, but the absence of circulating mana indicated that he had fallen asleep¡ªevidently worn out from intensive mana manipulation training.
A smile crossed Thorian''s face at the sight of his companion''s dedication. Approaching Harald, he took a deep breath and carefully hoisted the massive creature over his shoulders. The direwolf remained asleep, his light growls and deep exhales gently ruffling Thorian''s fur.
Once inside, Thorian settled Harald into a corner of the living room before proceeding to the master bedroom. The moment he collapsed onto his bed, his mind switched off, and he was enveloped in the peace of deep sleep.
Interlude 7
"Too clean," Tristan murmured, studying the decapitated head of a knight whose body lay a short distance away. The cut was precise¡ªa straight line devoid of any jags or irregularities. "This wasn''t the work of goblins or those large felines. A human did this."
As he spoke, his thoughts drifted back to his encounter with Nalia, the mysterious woman in green who had graced this very plaza two days prior. She had been nothing but a vexation since.
With a solemn prayer, Tristan gently returned the fallen knight''s head to its resting place in the earth. Rising to his feet, he surveyed his surroundings: the plaza, now crowned by the four majestic statues he had coveted since his arrival.
His reverie was shattered by a sudden yelp. Whirling around, he saw a woman clad in leather armor and chainmail, her hand clapped over her mouth in horror. A goblin had scrambled atop a pile of rubble and lunged at her with a dagger. Fortunately, a man in his late twenties intervened just in time, dispatching the creature with a single, fluid slash of his sword.
"I told you there was no need for you to come, Jasmine," Tristan said, striding over to the woman, his sword securely sheathed at his belt. "You''re exposing yourself to unnecessary risks."
Still rattled by the recent encounter, Jasmine took a moment to compose herself before responding. "Call it stubbornness, Your Grace," she said with a wistful smile, casting her gaze over the crumbled buildings and ashen streets. "This once-beautiful city deserved at least a witness to its fate."
"Not much left to witness," Tristan replied, his laugh tinged with a note of despair. He surveyed the devastation before turning back to the young merchant. "Jasmine, your efforts haven''t gone unnoticed. I deeply appreciate your initiative."
Hearing his words, Jasmine bowed graciously. "Thank you, Your Grace. It''s an honor to assist in any way I can, especially in times like these."
Tristan nodded, his eyes taking in the scene around him. He had brought two squadrons from the city''s interior for this mission. Any more, and the inner wall protecting the remaining citizens might be left vulnerable.
Glancing to his left, he noticed General Henry leading the Iron Vanguard with calculated efficiency. They were clearing the adjacent street of monstrous threats, spear and lance at the ready. Whenever they sighted a goblin or one of the mutated felines, the soldiers encircled the creature, dispatching it with coordinated thrusts. For those beasts crafty enough to take refuge in the narrow alleys or beneath rubble, the knights unsheathed their swords and delivered swift justice.
Just as Tristan was about to shift his attention elsewhere, his best friend Oswald approached. "We''re nearly finished on this side," Oswald gestured toward his own squadron, led by the elderly Robert. Despite his age, Robert radiated a vitality that seemed to outshine even the youngest among them¡ªand that was without invoking any special skills.
"It seems our initial assumptions were correct," Oswald mused, his expression thoughtful. "The number of monsters has significantly diminished. These streets should have been teeming with hundreds of them; we''ve encountered merely a couple dozen."
"That''s a hopeful sign," Tristan said, allowing a rare smile to cross his features. "It should ease the burden on the guards manning the inner wall. The past two days have been hellish."
"You haven''t been getting much sleep, have you?" Oswald noted, his tone tinged with disapproval. "I told you to rest. A weary commander is of little use to his troops."
"You''re one to talk," Tristan retorted, clicking his tongue in mock annoyance. "If I could find sleep while the world around me is ablaze, I''d question my own sanity."
At Tristan''s words, Oswald chuckled. For a moment, both men stood in companionable silence, watching their forces complete the task of securing the plaza. After several moments of quiet reflection, Tristan finally spoke, breaking the silence.
"If the monster population is indeed decreasing, that''s promising," Tristan said, pausing to consider the implications. "We might even stand a chance of reclaiming the outer city."
"With these magnificent statues, that hope becomes all the more tangible," Oswald replied, gesturing toward the towering figures that encircled them. "Shall we inspect them? I''ve been looking forward to it."
Tristan followed Oswald''s gaze, his eyes widening in awe at the sight of the statues. "Indeed, we''ve waited long enough."
Without another word, they moved toward the statue that resonated with both of them¡ªthe warrior. Its imposing form emanated an aura of pride and virility, a magnet for any knight.
As Tristan reached out to touch the statue, a notification materialized before him, arresting his attention.
| Would you like to choose the Warrior class? |
So, Robert saw this as well? Tristan pondered, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. And five out of two hundred? Does that imply there are three others¡ªbesides Robert and Little Roo¡ªwho have claimed this class?
His thoughts briefly stalled as he recalled a face he''d rather forget: Nalia. The reports suggested her forces numbered in the thousands. Does that mean most of them are now dead? But even so, how could nearly two thousand people claim a class when the cap for each is set at two hundred? That does not make a lick of sense.
The enigma before him defied easy explanation, but Tristan pushed it to the back of his mind. Such ponderings could wait; the immediate choice was what mattered.
"Yes, I choose the Warrior class," Tristan declared, his voice unwavering.
| Choose one of these starting abilities |
| Abilities |
| Power Strike |
Imbue your weapon with magical power and strike the enemy with an attack that deals additional damage. |
| Charge |
Allows the warrior to quickly close the distance to their target, potentially stunning or knocking them down with a small shockwave |
| Taunting Shout |
Provokes enemies to focus their attacks on the warrior, protecting more vulnerable party members. |
| Weapon Proficiency (Passive) |
Allows the warrior to use various types of melee weapons effectively, such as swords, axes, and maces. |
| Shield Proficiency (Passive) |
Grants the ability to use shields for added defense, helping to block or deflect incoming attacks. |
Surveying the array of skills displayed before him, Tristan felt the allure of each one. Every skill offered unique advantages, each tailored to fulfill a distinct role within a team.
After a moment of contemplation, he made his choice. "I choose Charge," he announced, his voice resolute.
| Congratulations, you have become a warrior. You can check your information by simply saying or thinking ¡°Display Panel¡± |
As he read through the notification, Tristan muttered outloud the last two words, ¡°Display Panel¡±.
Ding
| Class |
Warrior |
| Level |
0/20 (exp: 0/10) |
| Lifespan |
60 years |
| Stats |
| Strength |
12 |
| Agility |
10 |
| Constitution |
10 |
| Mana |
5 |
| Free Points |
0 |
| Skills |
| Charge (Active) |
As Tristan gazed at the floating text before him, he was rendered speechless. His eyes locked onto the ethereal words, his heartbeat pounding like war drums in his chest. Not even his first encounter with the grotesque goblins could match the profound wonder he felt now. It was as if he had caught a fleeting glimpse of another world.
"Tristan? Hey, snap out of it." Oswald''s voice pulled him back to reality. Glancing sideways, he noticed Oswald motioning for him to turn around. Their two squadrons had completed their tasks and now awaited further instructions.
"Your Grace, couldn''t you have waited just a bit longer?" General Henry approached, his voice rich with hearty laughter. "We, too, are keen to discover the hidden wonders of these celestial statues."
"My apologies, Sir Henry. I suppose I was a bit overeager," Tristan said, chuckling as he scratched his head. He then turned to address his assembled knights. "I know you''re all eager to acquire these magical abilities, but we must proceed in an organized and deliberate manner. Each squadron will divide its members equally among the four statues. As for the skills you choose, I''ll leave that to your personal discretion."
With those directives, the knights huddled together to discuss the allocation of classes. The most robust and seasoned among them were granted the right to choose the Warrior class, while the others distributed themselves among the remaining three.
While his knights deliberated, Tristan walked over to Jasmine, who led the merchant association. "You and your mercenaries are also free to select classes," he announced warmly. "How you distribute them is your choice."
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Caught off guard by this unexpected honor, Jasmine promptly bowed. "Thank you, Your Grace. Your generosity won''t be forgotten."
Wasting no time, as if fearful Tristan might rescind his offer, Jasmine hastily conferred with her mercenaries. She then approached the statues, scrutinizing each one carefully. After gathering all the information she could, she chose the Magus class for herself. Most of her mercenaries became Assassins, with a few selecting the Warrior class, two opting for Magus, and one for Priest.
This distribution makes sense; a mercenary¡¯s job isn¡¯t typically on the front lines, Tristan thought, nodding to himself before rejoining his friend.
"We''ve finally acquired the abilities that Sir Robert has," Oswald mused. "Watching him single-handedly vanquish hordes of goblins and other monstrosities was beyond anything I could''ve imagined."
Tristan nodded, taking in his friend''s observation. "Indeed. It''s almost miraculous how these magical abilities have rejuvenated a man in the twilight of his life."
Tristan''s voice trailed off, his gaze shifting toward the inner city. His expression was a tapestry of mixed emotions.
"You''re thinking about your younger brother, aren''t you?" Oswald surmised.
Tristan nodded slowly. "If magical powers can imbue a man of advanced age with such vitality, then perhaps they could help James overcome his frailty."
"It''s a prospect worth considering for the young prince," Oswald agreed. "But first, we''ll need to secure safe passage from the inner city to this location. If the monsters continue their relative inactivity, we might be able to stabilize the area in a matter of days."
"That would indeed be ideal," Tristan said, letting out a subdued sigh before smiling.
As their conversation wound down, Tristan''s eyes roamed the plaza. Eventually, they settled on a grand stone building situated at the far end, beyond the towering statues. Adorned with intricate decorations, its entrance was imposing. Initially, Tristan had paid it little mind, as the statues were of paramount importance. But now, having completed the task of class selection, his curiosity was piqued by this enigmatic structure.
"Should we venture inside?" Oswald suggested, catching Tristan''s focused gaze on the mysterious building. "We''re already here. We may as well discover what''s left to be discovered."
"You read my mind," Tristan replied with a chuckle.
The two friends promptly entered the imposing structure. Inside, they found a single, unadorned room in stark contrast to the elaborate exterior. A large bulletin board covered one wall, adorned with a myriad of parchments. At the far end of the room sat an elderly man with a white beard, who glanced up at the newcomers before returning to his reading with a dismissive scoff.
Undeterred by the man''s aloof demeanor, Tristan approached him. "Excuse me, sir, may I ask you some questions? What is the nature of this place?"
"You ask for permission to ask questions but proceed without waiting for an answer?" The old man scoffed again. "No matter. This is simply a hall without a master to claim it."
Although momentarily taken aback by the man''s curt response, Tristan was intrigued by his subsequent words. "A hall without an owner? Is it possible to claim it?"
The elderly man took a moment to appraise Tristan before responding. "Yes, but not at present."
Puzzled by the man''s terse answer, Tristan exchanged a quick shrug with Oswald. Intrigued by the large bulletin board, Oswald turned his attention back to the old man. "Sir, could you enlighten us about the purpose of that board?"
"Quests you can undertake are posted there," the man replied, not lifting his eyes from the document he was perusing.
Though still succinct, the old man''s answer offered a new avenue for exploration. The two friends approached the board and each selected a parchment to examine.
| Slay 10 Monsters |
| Description |
Eliminate ten of the wandering monsters in the area to receive rewards for your efforts. |
| Quest Objectives |
Eliminate 10 monsters |
| Rewards |
100 Arcane Coins
100 Experience Points
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As Tristan examined the quest details, he quickly grasped the basic concept. However, one aspect still eluded him. Turning back to the old man, he inquired, "Sir, could you elaborate on these arcane coins? What purpose do they serve?"
The old man''s voice tinged with exasperation, he explained, "They''re coins; you use them to purchase things. Skills, food, and even goods from others. Buy whatever you need."
"Skills? And food?" Tristan''s eyebrow arched in surprise. "How can we buy food with these coins?"
Setting aside his paper, the old man sighed deeply and regarded Tristan with evident annoyance. "You buy food at the shop. But you can''t right now; the fortress is still locked."
Instead of clarifying things, the old man''s explanations only generated more questions in Tristan''s mind. "So, how do we go about unlocking this fortress?"
Without uttering a word, the old man gestured toward a particular quest posted on the bulletin board. As Tristan stepped closer to read the parchment, his heartbeat quickened in palpable anticipation. Since the moment he had stepped foot inside this stone building, he had realized he was on the cusp of a transformative era¡ªyet he wasn''t merely a passive observer. He was shaping history with his own hands.
While Tristan meticulously read through the quest details, absorbed in every word, his friend Oswald''s voice pulled him from his thoughts.
"How do we accept these quests?" Oswald inquired, turning to the old man. "I don''t see a place to sign."
"Bring it here," the old man replied curtly. Oswald complied.
Meanwhile, Tristan continued to study the quest in his hand. Four guardians coming from all directions? Just how powerful could these creatures be? We need to prepare for battle immediately, he thought. Lost in contemplation, Tristan mechanically went through the process of accepting the quests, starting with the perilous Four Guardian mission before moving on to the daily tasks.
As he completed the paperwork, Oswald nudged him back to reality. "Something''s happening outside."
Exiting the building, they were met with an unexpected sight: a new faction had arrived. A squadron of twenty knights stood at attention, commanded by a lord in his mid-fifties and a younger, unremarkable man who rode slightly behind him. The lord, sporting a sharp beard, was clad in full-plated armor and carried a lance at his side. His younger companion, in contrast, wore a simple light-brown, long-sleeved shirt and was clean-shaven, his features hardly noteworthy.
Tristan''s brow lifted at the newcomers, but it was Oswald''s expression that held the most surprise. "Father...?" he whispered.
"Oswald," the older lord dismounted hastily, his eyes searching his son''s face with palpable concern. "You had me deeply worried." Turning to Tristan, he bowed with a hint of formality. "Your Grace, I am heartened to see you well. Hearing of your journey alongside my son through the monstrous hordes in this besieged city, I could not stay away."
General Henry gave a sarcastic cough, not bothering to hide his skepticism. It was obvious that, had Lord Johanness truly felt this way, he wouldn''t have remained ensconced in his manor for the past two days.
However, Tristan, bound by decorum and respect for his friend''s family, chose to respond with veiled civility. "Lord Johanness, your timely presence is most welcome. As the adage goes, ''a stitch in time saves nine,'' and yet here we are." He allowed a brief pause, letting the weight of his words hang thickly in the air before lightening the mood. "Nonetheless, I appreciate your journey here. Unity is indeed our most potent asset during these testing times, wouldn¡¯t you agree?"
Caught off guard, Johanness took a moment to recover before answering with a newfound vigor. "Of course, Your Grace. It is in these defining moments that we must step forward."
¡°I¡¯m glad you share my thoughts,¡± Tristan approached the head of the Strongheart family, intent on emphasizing the contributions of the others. "General Henry has dedicated many years to our city''s service. Even now, he leads his Iron Vanguard, rescuing our citizens and defending our inner walls."
General Henry chuckled warmly. "These old bones may ache, but they''ve never ignored the call of duty."
"It''s heartening to see you so well, General," Lord Johanness said, "A lion may age, but his fangs remain as sharp as ever."
"Your kind words honor me, Lord Johanness," the general replied, bowing slightly with well-practiced grace.
"And let''s not forget Oswald," Tristan interjected, "who has been indefatigable in his efforts. He is, without a doubt, the pride of the Strongheart family."
Johanness''s expression grew complex as he looked at his son. After a moment''s contemplation, he bowed his head lightly. "Your praise is most generous, Your Grace."
"There''s no need for such formality among friends," Tristan said, extending a warm handshake toward Johanness. "I''ve admired you since my youth, Lord Strongheart. You have honored both your family and this city throughout your life."
Taken aback by the flood of compliments, Johanness could only muster a simple, "Thank you."
"Not to let the praise go unshared," Tristan chuckled, steering Johanness''s attention to a woman clad in leather armor. "May I introduce Jasmine, the head of the Merchant Alliance? Her contributions have been invaluable¡ªproviding both our army and the civilian populace with much-needed food and clothing, purely out of the kindness of her heart."
Johanness''s eyebrows lifted with keen interest. "Remarkable. To lead the Merchant Alliance at such a young age, and still extend such generosity. I am genuinely impressed." He turned back to Tristan, adding, "To see a young prince surrounded by such remarkable individuals harkens back to the days when we stood beside your father against the western barbarians."
"My father often regaled me with tales of those times," Tristan smiled, directing the conversation back to Jasmine. "In the past two days, it''s become abundantly clear that without Lady Jasmine, the city walls might have crumbled and Locksley would have been lost. An army, after all, marches on its stomach."
Pausing to let his words sink in, Tristan looked earnestly at Lord Johanness. "In light of her heroic efforts and commitment to our cause, I intend to use my authority as the first prince to recommend Jasmine for a seat on the council. Would you stand with me in this, Lord Johanness?"
Caught off guard by the proposal, Johanness hesitated. Sensing the eyes of everyone upon him, he let out a deep sigh before nodding his agreement. "If it is your wish, Your Grace, then I will certainly support you."
"I knew I could count on you," Tristan declared, shaking Johanness''s hand vigorously as he laughed.
"It''s the least I can do," Johanness returned the smile. His gaze then swept across the enormous statues surrounding them. "Your Grace, rumors of these divine statues have reached even me. When might you acquaint us with their wonders?"
Following Johanness''s gaze, Tristan chuckled. "Why not right now? These are divine constructs, gifts from the gods themselves. While we may need to establish some regulations, these blessings should not be hoarded by a single individual."
"Your wisdom continues to humble me, Your Grace," Johanness said, smiling graciously. "Shall we proceed, then?"
"Certainly," Tristan gestured, allowing Lord Johanness and his men to approach the statues and choose their classes. After brief deliberations among themselves, they dispersed, each selecting one of the four imposing statues.
"I apologize for my father''s behavior," Oswald approached Tristan hesitantly. "It''s disheartening to see him only step forward when it''s convenient for him."
"There''s no need to apologize," Tristan exhaled, releasing a tension he hadn''t realized he''d been carrying. "Besides, I managed to secure his support for Jasmine''s council seat, so it wasn''t a total loss."
"I''m impressed," Oswald laughed. "I never thought you had such diplomatic finesse."
"It comes with the territory of being the first prince," Tristan replied, sharing in the laughter.
As the minutes ticked by, Lord Johanness''s men busied themselves selecting their classes from the towering statues. But Tristan''s attention shifted to the slender man who had accompanied Lord Johanness earlier. Unlike the others, he seemed in no hurry to make a choice, lingering on the sidelines.
Why does he seem familiar? Tristan pondered. I can''t quite place where I''ve seen him before.
Despite his focused contemplation, Tristan couldn''t pinpoint where he''d previously encountered the mysterious man. Soon enough, Lord Johanness completed his activities in the plaza and headed back into the city.
Even as the squadron rode off, Tristan found his gaze lingering on the slender figure, an inexplicable sense of unease gnawing at him.
Chapter 92: Briefing
The first sensation that roused Thorian from sleep wasn''t the soft rays of dawn but rather a deep, insistent rumbling from his stomach. His immediate awareness was one of hunger. Since enjoying the piece of meat that Brix had roasted for him, he had gone without food. Even for a man of his considerable discipline, operating on an empty stomach was a growing challenge.
I need to have Brix roast some Thumpalopes soon. Our cooking logistics also require immediate attention, he mused.
Yet, pressing matters awaited him, ones that took precedence over immediate gratification. Slipping out of bed, Thorian donned his Verdant Robe and took up his Emberstrike cane. Exiting his bedroom, he noticed Harald still ensconced in peaceful slumber in the living room. Choosing not to disturb his newfound companion, Thorian decided to let him rest a while longer.
As he stepped out of his second-tier residence, the sky was just beginning to show the faintest light, a gentle crack in the dark tapestry of the night. To his surprise, a few industrious kobolds and kobloids were already making their way toward the forge and the lab. It heartened him to see that even at this early hour, there were those with the drive and self-discipline to commence their day''s work.
You all have promising futures ahead, Thorian thought, silently observing the early risers. Maintain this level of discipline, and you''re bound to make names for yourselves. Best of luck.
As much as part of him wanted to linger and watch the industrious few, Thorian knew he couldn''t afford such indulgence. His own responsibilities beckoned, and they would brook no delay.
With that thought, he made his way to the Village Hall. There, he found Melina seated at her desk, gently sipping her morning tea.
"Good morning, Melina," Thorian announced, making his presence known. "I trust my projects haven¡¯t worn you out?"
Upon hearing his voice, Melina set her tea down and began to respond, "Good morning to you, my lo¡ª" She was interrupted by a sleepy yawn, and her face flushed with mild embarrassment.
"I apologize," Thorian said, walking toward the elven clerk with a regretful expression. "Last night was an anomaly. You shouldn''t have had to register so many new citizens at such a late hour."
Melina shook her head, regaining her composure. "No need to apologize, my lord. The early stages of any territory are bound to be hectic. Truth be told, working under your leadership has mostly been a smooth experience."
Thorian chuckled, pleased. "I''m glad to hear you feel that way." No sooner had the words left his mouth than his stomach gave a loud, betraying rumble. His red-furred cheeks deepened a shade as he looked down, momentarily chagrined.
"Feeling hungry, my lord?" Melina asked, a light laugh in her voice. She gestured toward a nearby table. "Please, have a seat. Would you care for some tea and toast?"
The offer was simple, but in that moment, it felt like the most gracious invitation Thorian could have received.
"Thank you, Lady Melina," Thorian said, offering a courteous bow. "That sounds delightful."
Taking a seat at one of the tables scattered throughout the hall, he watched as Melina disappeared into a backroom. She returned moments later bearing a tray laden with tea and toasted bread. For Thorian, who had subsisted on far less since his reincarnation, it was a veritable feast.
Savoring the first sip of honey-infused tea, he turned to Melina, who had taken a seat beside him. "Now, shall we delve into the report?"
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"Certainly, my lord," Melina nodded, immediately launching into her briefing. "Firstly, according to the unit leaders'' reports, all of the newly evolved kobloid fighters have completed their transitions. The magi have transformed into the elemental kobolds you''re familiar with. Regarding the warriors, there are two primary evolutionary branches: Stoneshell and Ironclaw kobolds. The Stoneshells possess enhanced defensive capabilities, shown by rocky armor covering their upper bodies. The Ironclaws, on the other hand, are more agile, built for explosive movements."
"Intriguing," Thorian replied, his mind recalling the appearances of Lapis and Vivax¡¯s units. "And what of the priests and the assassins?"
His interest piqued, Thorian took another bite of the toast, finding that even the most mundane matters seemed more palatable when his stomach wasn''t dominating his thoughts.
"The priests have evolved into Earthwarden kobolds, distinguished by their slight frames and intricate tattoos," Melina began. "As for the assassins, their numbers are limited, but those that exist have become Dustblade Kobolds. I believe we have six at present."
Thorian set his tea cup down thoughtfully. "Our assassins are indeed few. I''ll need to prioritize that class with the upcoming batch of goblins. It''s only a matter of time before we require robust assassin units for reconnaissance and intelligence operations."
He took another bite of his toast and, after swallowing, prompted Melina to proceed. "And their class progression? I presume most haven¡¯t maxed out?"
"Actually, a few have," Melina replied. "From Lapis and Vivax¡¯s units, ten have advanced. Among them, five are magi, each specializing in earth magic."
Thorian rubbed his chin contemplatively. "While diversifying might have provided broader skills, specialization has its merits. It could potentially ease their advancement through the second, third, and even fourth tiers, allowing them to attain the rank of archmagi." He motioned for Melina to continue. "And the remaining five?"
"They are warriors," Melina explained. "Three have ascended to the rank of squire, while the other two have become guardians."
Nodding, Thorian remarked, "Guardians are invaluable on the battlefield. As for the squires, not so much. I''d prefer to steer the initiate warriors towards weapon specializations. Whether as swordsmen or spearmen, honing in on a specific weapon class offers more strategic value than becoming generic squires."
Continuing her briefing, Melina described the levels of Lapis and Vivax¡¯s units, which averaged around level nine for their species. The newer kobolds were at an average of level two, a significant progress that Thorian couldn''t help but feel proud of.
Switching her focus, Melina then detailed the structure of the goblin tribes as relayed to her by Brix. There were three main tribes, each led by an elder: Elder Omn with 170 members, Elder Jarv with 159, and Elder Yur overseeing 127. Each elder was served by two goblin champions.
Melina went on to say that the goblin population was divided into three-quarters combatants and one-quarter civilians, which included women, children, and the elderly. Among the combatants, units were generally structured with simple goblins numbering seven to twelve per group. Elite units, on the other hand, were led by a hobgoblin and usually consisted of five to eight members. Each tribe had between five and seven elite units, totaling eighteen hobgoblin chieftains across all tribes. The remaining units were of the standard variety.
By the time Melina concluded her report, Thorian was grinning with satisfaction, his mood further buoyed by the nourishing meal she had provided. "Thank you for your diligence, Melina. And special thanks for this delightful meal."
"You''re most welcome, my lord," Melina replied, bowing gracefully. "Should you desire, I can arrange meals for you whenever you wish. The gods have been generous, providing me daily with more than enough to feed two."
Taking a moment to consider, Thorian finally acquiesced. "I find it a bit humbling, but I must accept your generous offer." He paused before adding, "Also, you should get some rest. There are still a few hours before you''ll be needed to oversee quest sign-offs."
Caught off guard, Melina hesitated briefly before nodding. "Very well, I shall heed your advice, my lord."
As Thorian began to ascend the stairs, Melina called out, "If I may ask, my lord, how do you maintain such dignity? Whenever I speak with you, it feels as if I''m conversing with an elven noble."
Thorian raised an eyebrow at her query, then let out a soft chuckle. "You seek my secrets while keeping your own. Perhaps one day, we''ll both be more forthcoming."
With that, Thorian continued upstairs to the council chamber. Taking his seat at the head of the table, he settled in to wait for the arrival of his trusted advisors, his thoughts filled with both the immediate tasks and the broader visions for his burgeoning realm.
Chapter 93: Military Restructuring
Thorian waited until all the unit leaders took their seats around the table before commencing the meeting. "I see that each of you has received the rewards for achieving the last milestone," he said, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "That accomplishment is a testament to your hard work. Be proud of yourselves."
Half the room erupted in cheers at Thorian¡¯s commendation. "Those sleepless nights have finally paid off!" Forlune declared, laughter rumbling deep within his chest. Pride radiated from his face as he glanced at his Moonlight Saber.
Around the table, other council members also brandished their recently-acquired weapons. Predictably, Ventus, Saxum, and Aqua were armed with staves attuned to the elements of wind, earth, and water, respectively. Ifrit carried an Emberstrike Cane, identical to the one Thorian himself had been awarded. Lapis, now a guardian, was entrusted with a massive tower shield, while his brother Vivax wielded an imposing greatsword. Zogthar, both a high-orc and a berserker, gripped a formidable war axe.
The chaos this group could unleash if set loose in any city of the kingdom would be beyond reckoning, Thorian thought.
His face lit up with a broad smile, filled with pride for his comrades'' progress. However, he was also keenly aware that they couldn''t afford to grow complacent. The world was full of uncertainties that made any notion of safety an illusion.
Taking a deep breath to center himself, Thorian began his address. "Before we delve into the issues concerning the village and the goblin assimilation, I have some advice to offer you¡ªmy most loyal and esteemed comrades." He shifted his gaze to his right, where Lapis, Vivax, Forlune, and Zogthar were seated. "For those of you who engage in hand-to-hand combat, it¡¯s crucial that you concentrate on mastering your weapons and shields. Over time, this will become your greatest source of strength and growth. Do not neglect it."
"Your counsel is most appreciated, my king," Zogthar replied, his voice resonating with a deep timbre.
Acknowledging the gesture with a subtle nod, Thorian then turned his attention to the magi. "For those of you in the arcane arts, the trajectory of your advancement is tied to the spells you master. Use them both strategically and consistently."
"We understand, my king," Aqua affirmed.
Seated at his left, Vigil received Thorian''s advice last. "As a devotee of the Moon Goddess, Selenora, you might consider speaking with your guild master to deepen your understanding of her teachings. The more you immerse yourself in her faith, the likelier it is that you''ll be offered quests which could reward you with her unique skills¡ªcritical for your growth."
"Thank you for your wisdom, my king," Vigil said, bowing his head slightly. "I will heed your advice."
With a nod, Thorian scanned the faces of everyone around the table. "Now that we''ve covered individual progress, let''s move on to the issue of the village." He turned his gaze to Forlune, seated to his right. "Have you noticed anything unusual regarding the goblins?"
"Just some minor complaints, largely from those pompous champions," Forlune replied, his voice tinged with amusement. "Beyond that, nothing interesting. Most of them went off to sleep just an hour after receiving their citizenship."
"That could become a source of concern," Aqua interjected. "Seeds of discontent must be nipped in the bud."
"Should I teach them a lesson in respect?" Zogthar rumbled, his voice tinged with disdain. "To speak ill of a man who has shown them nothing but kindness is unacceptable. This is why I don¡¯t like those scrawny fellows."
"What about Brix?" Ventus interjected, laughter filling his voice. "You seemed to like his singing."
"Brix is... different," Zogthar conceded, lowering his voice as if admitting a well-kept secret.
Reclaiming the room''s attention, Thorian spoke with authority. "Here''s what I want you to focus on: demonstrating clear superiority. Each of our warriors is worth at least twenty or thirty of theirs."
"That goes without saying, my king," Forlune chimed in, laughing heartily. "I alone could slay two hundred of those goblins, and even the least among my men could take down a hundred."
"You''re absolutely right," Lapis added, joining in the laughter. "They may outnumber us, but they certainly don''t outclass us."
Sensing the escalating animosity, Thorian decided to defuse the situation. "Let''s not get carried away. These goblins have submitted to my authority and are now part of our community. We need to be cautious but not hostile; otherwise, we may well sow the seeds of discord ourselves."
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The room quieted at Thorian''s admonishment, the atmosphere immediately becoming more restrained. Vigil, seated beside Thorian, appeared visibly pleased by the king''s intervention.
"Additionally, as part of their surrender agreement, the three goblin elders were promised positions as unit leaders," Thorian continued. "Given our sudden influx of new members, I think it''s time to reevaluate our military structure. If anyone has suggestions or ideas, now is the time to share them."
A brief silence followed Thorian''s words, before being interrupted by murmurs and whispered discussions among the members. Aqua eventually broke through the chatter. "While this doesn''t directly relate to the military structure, it¡¯s important to note that we should separate the goblin champions from their elders. We ought to create integrated units of kobolds, goblins, and orcs. This will prevent them from merely reconstituting their original groups within our community."
"A commendable idea, Aqua," Thorian responded, nodding appreciatively at the blue kobold. "To add to your suggestion, each smaller squad should share a communal living space, eating and sleeping together. I believe this will help to shift their loyalties from their former leaders to their new comrades-in-arms."
"Your wisdom never ceases to impress, my king," Saxum offered respectfully, eliciting another nod from Thorian.
Thorian steered the conversation in a new direction. "Beyond the interpersonal dynamics, how do we envision the formal organization of our forces? Any suggestions?"
Zogthar, after a thoughtful pause, said, "Might I suggest adopting a structure similar to the traditional orcish military, my king?"
Thorian gestured encouragingly. "Please, share your insights."
Drawing himself up, Zogthar began to outline his proposal. "At the pinnacle stands you, my king, as the Supreme Commander. Directly beneath you, two generals should helm the entire force, each overseeing a full company. Each general would have under them four unit leaders, who in turn would have squadron leaders reporting to them. Envisioning the numbers, a squadron would consist of fourteen fighters, making a unit sixty-strong. Thus, a complete company would comprise two-hundred-and-forty warriors."
Thorian reflected on Zogthar''s proposition, then scanned the room. "Does anyone have reservations or critiques regarding Zogthar''s proposed structure?"
Forlune, the moon kobold, was swift to respond. "I see no issue."
Appraising the rest of his council and noting their agreement, Thorian offered Zogthar a smile of approval. "Your input has been invaluable, Zogthar. We''ll move forward with the structure you''ve outlined."
"It''s an honor to serve, my king," Zogthar replied, bowing slightly, pride evident in his demeanor.
Thorian acknowledged the group before delving into the next topic: the allocation of leadership roles. Ultimately, the two pivotal roles of generals were granted to Forlune and Zogthar. Zogthar¡¯s rich military background made him a natural choice. This decision underscored Thorian¡¯s commitment to meritocracy, underscoring that race held no sway in his considerations.
As for the unit leader positions, three had been set aside for the goblin elders. The remaining five were awarded to Lapis, Vivax, Saxum, Vigil, and Aqua. Both Ifrit and Ventus initially bristled at being overlooked, but Thorian¡¯s clarification about the administrative duties tied to the role quickly tempered their discontent, as neither relished the thought of tedious bureaucratic responsibilities.
Having resolved the leadership assignments, Thorian steered the conversation toward the second pressing issue: the quest to defend Locksley. Given his prior experience with similar quests, Thorian emphasized the significant rewards at stake. He urged his council to ensure their subordinates accepted the quest without delay.
As the session drew to a close, Thorian had one final directive, primarily for his newly appointed generals. "Before we conclude, I¡¯d like you both to introduce the goblins to the four major guilds. Subsequently, direct them here to retrieve their daily quests." He cast a sweeping gaze over the assembly. "Once that''s accomplished, gather all our combatants and reorganize them as per the structure we''ve delineated. Remember to integrate the different races effectively."
Forlune responded with an assured nod, "Rest easy, my king. I will make sure that the job is done correctly.¡±
Thorian gave a final nod of approval. "I have every confidence in all of you. Our discussions are done; now we act."
As the council members dispersed, Thorian motioned for Zogthar to remain behind. "Zogthar, a moment of your time. There''s a matter I''d like to discuss with you."
The high-orc looked momentarily perplexed but complied, waiting patiently as the chamber emptied of the other council members. Once they were alone, he approached Thorian, his expression earnest.
"My king, I am deeply honored by the trust you''ve placed in me by appointing me as general. I¨C"
Thorian held up a hand, interrupting. "Your appointment was based on merit, and you deserve it. But that''s not why I wanted to speak with you." He leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "My concern lies with the representation of your race in our village. The orcs are few in number."
Zogthar looked momentarily taken aback, but then his face settled into a somber expression. "It''s true; we are not numerous, but each of my kin is fiercely dedicated. I assure you, we''ll work tirelessly to meet, if not exceed, your expectations, my king."
"I don''t question your commitment or the quality of your warriors, but the reality remains¡ªyou''re underrepresented," Thorian said, his tone somber. He took a deep breath before continuing, "Are there more orcs residing in this forest that we should be aware of?"
Zogthar exhaled heavily. "It''s uncertain, but it''s likely that there are other tribes."
Thorian scratched his furry chin, deep in thought, before posing another question. "If we were to encounter another orc tribe, would they be amenable to joining us under peaceful terms?"
Zogthar paused for a moment, carefully considering his next words. When he finally spoke, his gaze was unwavering. "They would not. In orcish tradition, allegiance is never given freely to someone who hasn''t proven their worth in combat."
Leaning back into his chair, Thorian let out a sigh of disappointment. "That is a shame."
Chapter 94: Village Upgrade
As Thorian completed his most urgent tasks, he descended the stairs to collect his daily quests. His next stop was the cultivation hall, a towering structure that held the promise of unlocking new levels of power. As he neared the entrance, Thorian''s thoughts turned to the near future.
Once I advance it to the second tier, the Hall Master will come. Then, everyone in the village can begin their own journey of cultivation, he mused.
Considering the nascent stage of the apocalypse, with only a few territories yet claimed, his subordinates would be cultivating by the third day¡ªremarkably early by any standard. A sense of accomplishment swelled within Thorian.
Inside the hall, he chose his regular chamber. Setting aside his cane and robe at the doorway, he moved to the room''s center. Taking a lotus position, Thorian began his session by focusing on his breathing technique.
This session felt significantly smoother than his previous endeavors. Having already breached the first gate, known as the Ashen Ember, Thorian concentrated on accumulating Qi within his dantian¡ªthe energy center located in the lower abdomen. This Qi was then refined as it passed through the first gate. While he was aware of other meridian paths, Thorian knew he could not cultivate them until reaching the second realm. Undeterred by the limitations, he focused solely on increasing the volume of Qi he could accumulate and purify.
Maintaining this disciplined approach, Thorian continued to cultivate for a full two and a half hours, committed to his steady progression.
Completing his cultivation session, Thorian wasn''t taken aback by the dark, viscous substance that had exuded from his pores. The surrounding muck emitted a familiar, acrid stench. This was not his first experience with such a phenomenon, so he skillfully employed the same old cleansing technique to expel the repugnant black goo from the room and into the exterior of the hall. Following that, he summoned a series of water orbs to cleanse himself, rendering his aroma somewhat tolerable.
Gazing back at the Cultivation Hall, Thorian cracked a wry smile. Once everyone starts cultivating, this place will resemble a pigsty more than a sanctuary.
He expelled a deep sigh, letting go of his concerns for the moment. Solutions would arise when needed; there was no use in fretting about them now. Instead, he opened his status panel, eager to assess the progress he had made in his cultivation journey.
Display Panel
Ding
| Race |
Flame Kobold |
| Level |
23/30 (exp: 3782/6800) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
20/40 (exp: 172/6600) |
| Lifespan |
40 years |
| Cultivation realm |
Qi Gathering Fifth Stage (1.2%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
108 |
| Agility |
119 |
| Constitution |
87 |
| Mana |
103 |
| Qi |
100 |
| Free Points |
15 |
"I''ve actually broken through to the fifth stage?" Thorian whispered, his voice tinged with exhilaration. "This should be enough stat points to elevate my Constitution to one hundred."
Without a moment''s delay, Thorian allocated thirteen of his available points to his weakest stat.
Constitution: 87 -> 100
| Requirement Fulfilled: New Skill Unlocked |
| Jack of All Trades |
| Description |
Possessing a well-rounded physique and intellect, you excel at acquiring and integrating new knowledge. You can master any skill 10% faster. |
| Proficiency |
MAX |
A satisfied smirk spread across Thorian''s face. "It''s fortunate I remembered this skill early on. That 10% acceleration in mastering skills will have a longer time to compound its benefits."
Pleased with his progress, Thorian looked skyward. The village''s twin suns had fully risen, and the sounds of bustling activity signaled the onset of a new day. Two and a half hours had elapsed since the end of the meeting, prompting him to check on the status of his two generals, Forlune and Zogthar.
To his relief, they had efficiently executed the tasks he''d assigned. Most of the goblins had already been allocated their classes, filling each guild to its maximum capacity of one hundred members. Those goblins who hadn''t yet received a class would be assigned one as soon as the village advanced a level, allowing for guild upgrades.
The revamped military hierarchy was now fully operational, with squads, units, and companies meticulously organized. Per Thorian''s directive, each squad was intentionally diverse, featuring a blend of all three species under his command. Goblins held the majority in each squad, a logical consequence of their numerical preeminence.
Thorian''s next set of orders focused on the expeditious completion of daily quests. He devised a rotating system wherein two units at a time would venture into the first layer of the Verdant Labyrinth, while the remaining forces maintained vigilance at home. Upon their return, each unit would submit the requisite hundred units of wood at the territory altar before resuming their guard posts at the outer wall. Here, they would swap duties with another pair of units, continuing this cycle until all daily quests were accomplished.
The entire operation took a comprehensive four hours. Thorian, however, did not squander this time in idleness. He joined one of the dungeon runs to complete his own set of daily quests, subsequently dedicating the remaining hours to honing his mana manipulation skills. Alongside Harald, he sat cross-legged in their familiar training spot, each deeply engrossed in mastering the flow of mana within their bodies.
Once he received confirmation that all daily quests had been fulfilled, Thorian knew the stage was set. Finally, he could commence his true agenda for the day.
Territory Resources.
| Resources |
| Gathered Experience |
41.5k |
| Wood Units |
35.4k |
Good, that should be more than enough, Thorian mused. Upgrade Village.
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| Upgrade Conditions |
500 registered citizens.
10,000 gathered experience.
Upgrade all available buildings.
|
| Do you wish to upgrade the Wolvendale Village to stage 3? |
"Yes, I wish."
A now familiar sweep of blue light engulfed the village, pushing Thorian to protect his eyes.
Display Territory.
| Wolvendale Village |
| Realm |
Village stage 3 |
| Resources |
| Gathered Experience |
31.5k |
| Wood |
35.4k |
| Owned Buildings |
| Warrior Class Guild |
| The Warrior Guild exemplifies strength, resilience, and martial prowess. Acting as a bastion for combatants, it facilitates recruitment, skill sales, and martial potential assessment. Within this Guild, warriors refine their combat skills and carve their destinies on the battlefield. |
| Magus Class Guild |
| The Magus Guild stands as a nexus of arcane wisdom and elemental mastery. Here, magical energies are honed, and destructive spells crafted. Serving as the epicenter for Magi, it offers recruitment, skill sales, and potential assessment. As the Magus reshapes reality, the Guild molds its members'' destinies. |
| Assassin Class Guild |
| The Assassin Guild embodies the principles of stealth, precision, and cunning. As a sanctuary for those who strike from the shadows, it serves as a recruitment hub, offers lethal skill sales, and assesses potential recruits. It is in this Guild that assassins perfect their craft and disappear into the shadows of their own destiny. |
| Priest Class Guild |
| The Priest Guild reflects the divine bond between mortals and gods. Serving as a haven for healers and conduits of divine power, it provides recruitment services, skill sales, and spiritual potential assessment. Within this Guild, priests enhance their spiritual connection and shape their destinies through divine guidance. |
| Wooden Wall (Stage 2) |
| The Reinforced Wooden Wall, an advanced iteration of the Wooden Wall, ensures heightened security for the village. This upgraded version incorporates hardened timber and additional reinforcements, boosting the original structure''s durability. |
| Village Hall (Stage 2) |
| The Expanded Village Hall is an enhanced version of the original Village Hall, providing a larger, more advanced hub for the village''s administrative and communal needs. With its expanded capacity and upgraded amenities, it facilitates more efficient planning, communication, and task distribution, while still serving as the primary access point for quests. |
| Outer Wooden Wall (Stage 1) |
| The Outer Wooden Wall is a supplementary fortification designed to provide an additional layer of security for the village. Constructed from robust timber, this secondary defense forms an extended circular perimeter with a radius of 400 meters from the Village Altar. Similar to the inner wall, this structure is also equipped with watchtowers and gates for enhanced surveillance and access control. |
| Wooden House (Stage 1) |
| The Wooden Village House is a simple yet cozy dwelling designed to provide shelter and comfort for the village''s inhabitants. Constructed from durable timber, the house features a sloped roof to protect against the elements, a small porch, and an interior that can be customized to meet the needs of its residents. Each Wooden Village House can accommodate a small family, offering them a safe and warm place to call home. |
| Wooden House (Stage 2) |
| The Upgraded Wooden House, an enhanced version of the Wooden Village House, offers a more spacious and comfortable living environment for the villagers. This upgraded dwelling, made from reinforced timber, boasts improved durability against the elements. It includes an expanded porch, as well as a customizable interior that caters to larger families or a more complex set of residential needs. |
| Cultivation Hall (Stage 1) |
| The Cultivation Hall is a special facility designed to enhance the meditative and cultivation practices of the villagers. Its tranquil environment and purpose-built design boost cultivation speed marginally, while also enabling users to extend their meditation sessions by an additional half hour. As a place of peace and personal growth, the Cultivation Hall is instrumental in the spiritual progress of its users. Due to the effect of ¡°Ether Lines Nexus¡±, the cultivation speed is increased significantly. |
| Blacksmith''s Forge (Stage 1) |
| The Blacksmith''s Forge is a specialized facility essential for the production of tools, weaponry, and armor. Governed by a Master Blacksmith, it serves as both a production and learning hub, where villagers can undergo apprenticeships to become proficient blacksmiths. |
| Alchemist''s Lab (Stage 1) |
| The Alchemist''s Lab is the cornerstone for potion brewing, herb identification, and rudimentary medicine preparation. Under the guidance of a Master Alchemist, villagers can learn to concoct a variety of useful mixtures, honing their alchemical skills. |
| Available Upgrades |
| Warrior Class Guild (Stage 2) |
The Stage 2 Warrior Guild expands to 200 members and adds a ranking system. Members rise through ranks E to S by completing quests, and earning currency for exclusive skills.
Cost: 4000 Wood Units |
| Magus Class Guild (Stage 2) |
The Stage 2 Magus Guild grows to 200 members and integrates a ranking system. Aspiring Magi ascend from ranks E to S by undertaking arcane quests, amassing currency for unique spells.
Cost: 4000 Wood Units |
| Assassin Class Guild (Stage 2) |
The Stage 2 Assassin Guild expands its roster to 200 members and incorporates a ranking system. Stealth and lethal skills are honed as members climb ranks from E to S, tackling covert quests that yield currency for specialized techniques.
Cost: 4000 Wood Units |
| Priest Class Guild (Stage 2) |
The Stage 2 Priest Guild now houses 200 members and implements a tiered ranking system. Members rise from ranks E to S by fulfilling divine quests, earning spiritual currency redeemable for sacred abilities.
Cost: 4000 Wood Units |
| Cultivation Hall (Stage 2) |
The expanded Stage 2 Cultivation Hall now offers Yin and Yang sectors, each guided by a Hall Master. With additional rooms and purchasable cultivation techniques, this space serves as an accelerator for personalized spiritual growth, all amplified by the "Ether Lines Nexus" effect.
Cost: 8000 Wood Units |
| Attributes |
| Ether Line Nexus: A powerful convergence of ether lines lies beneath Wolvendale Village, creating a nexus of magical energy. This nexus enhances the potency of magic used within the village and accelerates the recovery of mana for magi. It also promotes the growth of magical flora and fauna within the Shelderwood Forests, offering unique opportunities for research and discovery. |
| Upgrade Conditions |
| Registered Citizens |
1000 |
| Gathered Experience |
50,000 |
| Upgrade all available buildings |
Chapter 95: Magus Quests
Surveying the expansive territory map laid out before him, Thorian made a decisive choice. Upgrade the Magus Guild. Upgrade the Warrior Guild. Upgrade the Assassin Guild. Upgrade the Priest Guild. And upgrade the Cultivation Hall.
A deep, resonant rumble echoed throughout the village, capturing the immediate attention of its inhabitants. The four principal guilds underwent a remarkable transformation. Each expanded its footprint, its architectural details now radiating both elegance and grandeur. As for the Cultivation Hall, its metamorphosis was even more dramatic: what had been a few modest chambers morphed into a corridor lined with twelve rooms, crowned by an imposing edifice at its end.
Yet, for all the splendor of the upgraded buildings, Thorian''s focus was undiverted; his interest lay solely in the Assassin Guild.
"I trust the renovations haven''t inconvenienced you too severely, Nox," he murmured as he stepped into the revamped guild hall. The space had significantly expanded, complete with a new bulletin board affixed to the right wall, displaying a handful of quests. He barely glanced at them.
"Is Nox unharmed?" Thorian inquired, directing his gaze toward Whisperwind, the guild master.
The enigmatic figure shook his head reassuringly. "No need for concern. I''ve just verified¡ªNox is perfectly well."
Relieved, Thorian exited the guild and made his way to his own domain. There, perched atop a desk as if it were a throne, stood Fizzlegrin. His grin stretched from ear to ear as he marveled at the transformation of his domain, utterly enchanted by the grandeur that now surrounded him.
"You appear quite pleased," Thorian observed, approaching Fizzlegrin with a warm smile. "What do you think of the guild''s new aesthetics?"
"Absolutely enchanted! It''s so much more spacious," Fizzlegrin enthused, his eyes alight with glee. "Finally, I''ve got shelves for those endless parchments and skill scrolls. Organizing this place used to be an absolute nightmare."
Thorian chuckled softly, clearly pleased. "I''m glad it meets your approval." His eyes shifted toward the bulletin board before adding, "These seem like quests, don''t they? Am I permitted to take them on?"
"Certainly," Fizzlegrin replied, hopping down from his desk with agility. He ambled over to the board, a spring in his step. "At present, you may only take on the default quests. But with further upgrades, you''ll even have the option to post quests yourself, as the lord of this territory."
"Ah, that could be useful," Thorian mused, scratching his chin as if contemplating this newfound revelation.
"I take it you''ll want all three?" Fizzlegrin inquired, grabbing a chair to elevate himself and reach the bulletins. With a small stretch, he unfastened all three parchments from the board.
Thorian nodded. The subsequent procedure mirrored that of the Village Hall, facilitating his acceptance of all three quests. Finally, Thorian summoned his Quest Journal to review his new responsibilities. Show Journal, he commanded mentally, eager to dive into his next adventure.
| Journal |
| Spell Casting |
E-rank |
| Mana Control |
E-rank |
| Mana Infusion |
E-rank |
As Thorian perused his Quest Journal, Fizzlegrin''s voice broke his concentration. "Shall we dive into the quests right away, or do you have other obligations that demand your attention first?"
"Other matters can wait," Thorian declared, snapping his journal shut. "Let''s begin without delay."
"In that case, follow me," Fizzlegrin said, leading the way to a room on the left. Thorian followed him into a space he had never seen before, a recent addition following the guild''s renovation. Rows of tables filled the area, leading to a small, secluded cabin at the far end.
"We''ll start with mana control," Fizzlegrin announced, navigating his way between the tables. Thorian trailed behind, his eyes cast downward to ensure he didn''t step on the small guild master who barely reached his knees.
Upon entering the cabin, Thorian found himself surrounded by walls adorned with shelves filled with arcane tools. The floor beneath him was covered by a mat, intricately inscribed with arcane symbols.
"Please, sit down cross-legged in the center of the room," Fizzlegrin instructed. His youthful voice carried an unusual gravitas. "Today''s lesson will focus solely on mana sensing. If you show some level of aptitude, we should be able to advance to the next phase by week''s end."
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Suppressing a chuckle, Thorian complied, seating himself as directed. Fizzlegrin commenced his tutorial with a fervor. "The initial step requires you to attune yourself to the mana within your own body. Only then can you extend your senses outward to perceive the ambient mana around you."
"I can already do so, Guild Master," Thorian revealed, channeling mana into his hand until it glowed with ethereal light. "I can even manipulate it to a certain extent."
¡°Oh my,¡± Fizzlegrin examined Thorian''s illuminated hand, his eyes widening in genuine surprise. "Is that a result of one of your acquired skills?"
"Yes, I was fortunate to gain the skill of mana manipulation from a dungeon," Thorian elaborated. "I''ve also dedicated some time to mastering it."
"In that case, how fortuitous," Fizzlegrin remarked, nodding approvingly. "If you''re already capable of internal mana sensing, consider today''s Mana Control quest fulfilled. Let''s proceed to Mana Infusion."
With that, Fizzlegrin led the way out of the cabin, and Thorian followed closely behind.
"Have a seat wherever you like," Fizzlegrin gestured toward the rows of tables, "I''ll fetch a mana rock for you to infuse."
Thorian chose a table and settled down, his eyes following Fizzlegrin as he exited the room. Moments later, the Buzzlekin returned, cradling a nondescript, grey pebble in his palm. At first glance, it was so unremarkable that Thorian would have dismissed it had he encountered it anywhere else.
"This is what''s known as a depleted mana rock," Fizzlegrin elucidated, placing the stone before Thorian. "Your task is to rejuvenate it, to imbue it with your own mana until it''s restored to its former vitality. Exercise caution, though; improper infusion could cause the rock to shatter."
When Fizzlegrin passed the depleted mana rock to Thorian, a rueful smile danced on the latter''s lips. To be back to such fundamental exercises, he mused internally.
Thorian gently swirled the stone within his hand, reflecting on past endeavors. With his former vessel, such a task would''ve been as thoughtless as breathing. But now, trapped within an unfamiliar form, devoid of his previous muscle memory and instincts, he was tasked with reacquainting himself with the rudiments of his craft.
Fixating on the rock nestled in his hand, Thorian began to coax his mana forward, drawing it out in a measured, delicate dance. It was a fine line to tread¡ªensuring the energy wasn''t too little to be ineffective, yet not so overpowering that it would rupture the fragile stone.
Guiding his mana to the surface of his palm, he gently urged it into the stone. The rock remained inert, resisting his attempts. The mana was too sparse, unable to penetrate the stone''s innate barriers. Undeterred, Thorian channeled a stronger surge, willing it into the rock. Still, the stone remained unchanged.
Recognizing that he was undershooting, Thorian gathered a more potent concentration of mana, preparing to infuse it once more into the rock, hoping this time to strike the right balance.
Crack!
With a subtle, almost imperceptible movement, the mana rock shattered into two pieces on Thorian''s palm.
"It''s a trickier task than it appears, isn''t it?" Fizzlegrin''s chuckle broke the tense atmosphere. Reaching into a pouch that appeared almost comically oversized due to his diminutive stature, he climbed onto a chair and emptied its contents onto the table. "Feel free to experiment until you find your rhythm. A ten percent success rate would be considered quite proficient."
"Only ten percent, you say?" Thorian''s smile carried a nostalgic tinge. "I apologize in advance, Guild Master. My journey of trial and error may prove rather boring to you."
"Don''t concern yourself with that," Fizzlegrin dismissed with a wave of his hand. "For now, there''s not much that needs my attention in this new guild. Observing your first steps into the world of magic is entertainment enough."
"Very well," Thorian nodded, selecting another depleted mana rock. As he held it, his focus narrowed to a pinpoint; the rest of the world dissolved into irrelevance.
Having suffered his initial failure, Thorian made a slight adjustment, reducing the mana he directed into the rock. The result was the same: another resounding crack.
Undeterred, Thorian selected another stone from the pile, his demeanor unflinching. It was as if the previous failures were mere data points in an ongoing experiment. Again, he tuned the mana, reducing its intensity before attempting infusion. And again, the stone fragmented.
Once more, Thorian picked up a depleted mana rock, this time subtly diminishing the surge of mana he sent into it¡ªjust as he had in the previous failed attempts. This time, however, the rock remained whole. His mana trickled into its core, as if accepted by the stone itself.
Thorian¡¯s face remained composed, absent of exuberance. Breaking past the initial hurdle of mana infusion was but a small victory. Now came the intricate work: the arduous task of navigating his mana through the minuscule labyrinth that constituted the rock''s interior. With deliberate intent, he delved his mana deeper into the stone.
Crack!
Unfazed, Thorian reached for another stone. The series of failures that ensued did not plague his spirits; his demeanor remained as steely as ever. Each unsuccessful attempt was a lesson, a chance to fine-tune his approach, devoid of any self-imposed judgments regarding success or failure.
After what felt like an eternity, Thorian achieved his second minor victory: a stone that pulsed with an otherworldly blue glow, the depleted mana rock now brimming with arcane vitality.
Silently, he placed the infused stone aside, reaching for another depleted specimen. Work was far from over.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Despite the initial breakthrough, Thorian knew that each rock presented its own unique puzzle. Each contained a different pattern of channels and reservoirs where the mana was stored; rote memorization could offer no shortcuts. To truly master the art of mana infusion, Thorian needed to refine his intuitive sense, to feel the ebb and flow of his mana as it navigated the intricate pathways within each unique stone.
Thus, ensconced in a near-trance state, Thorian continued his Sisyphean task. The outer world blurred, its mundane distractions fading away, leaving him alone with the complexity of the stones and the ever-shifting landscape of his own inner mana.
Chapter 96: More Than Adept
Atop the table, Fizzlegrin gazed in astonishment as Thorian sifted through the mound of spent mana rocks. The moment the flame kobold imbued his first stone, pride welled up inside Fizzlegrin, urging him to commend the impressive feat. But the words remained captive in his throat, held there by the sight of Thorian¡¯s unwavering, almost mesmeric concentration. Such a deep immersion, a marriage of mind and task, was a rare sight, and Fizzlegrin would not be the one to shatter that sacred moment.
He''s processing these rocks at a staggering pace. More are needed.
Silently, Fizzlegrin cleared away the shards and remnants, and with quiet care, he replaced them with a fresh heap of depleted rocks, ensuring they lay in the exact same position as before. He knew the importance of rhythm, the sanctity of flow.
Time seemed to blur and meld as Thorian continued his meticulous task. Fizzlegrin''s role had become one of silent support; replenishing when necessary and clearing away the debris. As he watched Thorian, there was an unmistakable glint of joy in his eyes, a reminiscent warmth. Witnessing someone lose themselves entirely to their passion evoked memories, reminding the guild master of his own fervent days of youth.
* * *
Thorian''s hands moved with practiced ease, instinctively selecting each rock, allowing him to focus his entire concentration on honing his mana sense. Infusing the stones with mana was a delicate task, akin to threading a needle through gossamer fabric. It required a precise balance of force and direction, an intuition he had gained through grueling hours of practice and mountains of depleted mana rocks.
But just as he was about to complete the infusion for yet another rock, he hit an invisible wall. His mana simply dissipated, refusing to push any further. Confusion was quickly replaced by the sudden awareness of fatigue flooding his senses. He was drained, his mana reserves entirely depleted.
His gaze lifted from the table to find Fizzlegrin''s broad smile waiting to greet him.
"You have quite the deep well of mana, my lord," Fizzlegrin remarked, clearly impressed. "I must admit, I didn''t expect you to last this long. You''ve surprised me."
Gathering himself for a moment, Thorian asked the first question that sprang to mind. "How many rocks did I successfully infuse?"
"Seventy-three," Fizzlegrin answered, grinning even wider. "As for the ones you broke, that would be five hundred and thirty-five. That puts your overall success rate at thirteen percent."
"So this places me just above the rank of an adept?" Thorian sighed, struggling against the overwhelming urge to collapse. His depleted mana was one thing, but the mental exhaustion weighed even heavier.
Fizzlegrin glanced wryly at the overflowing bin of discarded rocks before returning his gaze to Thorian. "If you look at your last two hundred attempts, you''ll find your success rate was closer to seventeen percent. That''s edging towards the territory of an expert rather than an adept."
A ripple of pride surged through Thorian, and he nodded, smiling faintly. "That''s heartening to hear. Still, I''ve consumed quite a few of your depleted mana rocks. I hope I haven''t strained your reserves."
Fizzlegrin burst into laughter. "Worry not. At this early stage, I have enough reserves to keep a hundred of you busy for a month!"
Though Thorian smiled in return, his gaze began to wander. The conversation was engaging, but he could no longer ignore the siren call of deep-rooted fatigue.
"It''s been a pleasure, Guild Master," Thorian said, rising from his chair and fighting to keep his eyes open. "I''ll take my leave for now. I''ll return later to complete the remaining quest."
"As you wish, my lord," Fizzlegrin replied, his tone crisp yet understanding of Thorian''s mental state.
With that, Thorian exited the guild, making his way towards his home. As he moved through the living room, he noticed Harald was conspicuously absent.
He must have already woken up.
With that final observation, Thorian mustered just enough energy to reach his bed. The moment his head touched the pillow, he surrendered to sleep, drifting away into a well-deserved rest.
* * *
Perched on the ledge of the village''s outer wall, Aqua surveyed the land beyond. Although the fire from yesterday had consumed the remains of monsters from their earlier battles, fresh carcasses now lay atop the ashen vestiges. Two squadrons under his command patrolled the immediate area, while the remaining two ventured deeper into the forest, scouting for any lurking threats.
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A rustling from the tree line snapped Aqua''s attention back to the present. Bursting from the woods, a trio of thumpalomps¡ªgiant horned rabbits¡ªcharged at the patrolling goblins. A wave of shrill cries erupted from the troops.
Just as the razor-sharp horns of the thumpalomps were about to skewer a greenhorn goblin, Aqua conjured three small spheres of water. With swift precision, he launched them at the approaching beasts, each sphere finding its mark and felling the creatures.
"Th-thank you!" The nearly impaled goblin looked up toward the wall, relief flooding his features as he thanked his unit leader. Aqua responded with a brief nod, then shifted his gaze to Brix, the shaman apprentice who was napping atop the wall, basking in the sunlight.
"Brix, you should be watching your men," Aqua chided the lackadaisical goblin.
Rising with a yawn, Brix replied nonchalantly, "I was, in a manner of speaking. Besides, there''s little I could''ve done in that situation. My expertise lies in healing and blessings, not combat. That''s your domain, magus."
Aqua''s brow furrowed, preparing a retort, but before he could speak, a deep rumble echoed from within the village, cutting him off.
"What''s that? An earthquake?" One of the goblin foot soldiers looked up, terror widening his eyes.
"No, it''s not," Aqua reassured, his gaze drawn back to the village where a plume of dust had erupted from its center. "Our king is upgrading the village."
"Already?" Brix perked up, following Aqua''s line of sight. "Wonder what''s changed this time. The last upgrade brought that enormous building, but it was empty¡ªjust some empty rooms."
"It serves a purpose, I''m sure," Aqua mused, his eyes thoughtful. "I''ve seen our king enter it multiple times. There must be something in there that transcends our understanding."
"Makes sense," Brix said, his expression turning mischievous. "Want to go check out what''s new? I''m curious."
Aqua arched an eyebrow at Brix''s suggestion. "We have a duty to guard this wall. What would you do if an enemy force invaded while we were off exploring?"
Brix stifled a laugh, turning his gaze toward the units patrolling beyond the wall. "Who in this forest could possibly challenge such an army?" He gestured at the diverse troops¡ªmainly goblins, but also two high orcs, four evolved kobolds, and a goblin champion leading the second squadron.
"Come on, we won''t be long," Brix urged, waving away Aqua''s concerns with a flick of his wrist.
Aqua weighed the options, his eyes darting between the village center and the two patrolling squadrons. Finally, he exhaled a deep sigh. "Fine, but we make it quick."
Brix''s eyes widened for a moment before he nodded approvingly. "I knew you had a sense of adventure in you."
Muttering under his breath, Aqua followed Brix toward the inner village. The first thing they noticed¡ªalong with the throng of curious civilians¡ªwere the newly transformed guild halls. While still made of wood, the structures now boasted an updated, richer texture, and their color had deepened to a glowing dark brown from the previous light hue.
Yet it was the mysterious building that immediately seized Aqua''s attention. It had expanded dramatically, now featuring a dozen visible rooms flanking a central corridor, even from their distant vantage point.
"Shall we go explore?" Brix asked, his eyes mirroring Aqua''s curiosity.
With a nod, Aqua agreed, and the two made their way toward the cultivation hall. The civilian crowd of goblins and kobolds watched in awe but kept their distance, allowing Aqua and Brix to move easily through them and into the building.
Once inside, they encountered two elderly figures, each sporting long beards but dressed in contrasting robes¡ªone in light yellow and the other in dark purple. To their surprise, the elders were in deep conversation with two familiar figures.
"Ah, Ifrit and Ventus are already here?" Brix observed, his eyes narrowing as he recognized their two friends.
On the other hand, Aqua''s brow furrowed further at the sight of the two elemental kobolds. "You''re supposed to be on duty at the southern gate," he admonished, marching deliberately toward them.
¡°Huh, who is talking to me like that?¡± Ventus spun around, a sardonic grin splitting his face. "Ah, should''ve guessed. It is Mr. Killjoy coming in person"
"And what about you?" Ifrit retorted. "Aren''t you assigned to the northern gate? Seems hypocritical to lecture us on duty."
Aqua''s normally blue cheeks flushed a shade of red. He opened his mouth to reply but caught himself, his eyes darting toward Brix, who was wearing an insufferably smug look.
"Didn''t think you had it in you to bend the rules," Ventus taunted, taking further pleasure in Aqua''s discomfort. Then his gaze shifted to Brix, and understanding dawned on his face. "Ah, so it was you, Brix. Now it makes sense. For a moment, I thought Aqua had grown a personality."
The tension was broken by the old man in the yellow robe, who stepped in with a warm, jovial laugh. "Why don''t we all just calm down? Although I must say, I thought I''d seen everything with elemental kobolds. A talking goblin certainly adds more color to the picture."
"Indeed, our time here promises to be most interesting," added the second elder, hands clasped behind his back.
Aqua, grateful for the intervention, cleared his throat. "My name is Aqua. May I have the honor of knowing your names, gentlemen, and what exactly this place is?"
The yellow-robed elder stroked his beard, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "It seems the lord of this village hasn''t fully briefed you yet. No matter. I am Lie Jie, and this is Jing Xu." Then, with a sweeping gesture, he introduced the impressive structure around them. "Welcome to the cultivation hall."
Chapter 97: The Way of Cultivation
¡°Before we initiate you into the art of meditation and cultivation, we must first discern the natural inclination of your constitution,¡± declared the yellow-robed elder, Lie Jie, his voice tinged with excitement and a wild smile gracing his features.
He subtly nodded towards Jing Xu, who promptly stepped forward. Clad in purple robes that fluttered slightly with his movement, Jing Xu approached Aqua and began to elucidate. ¡°The paths you may tread are Yin and Yang, order and chaos, ice and fire. Understand, however, that they are not embodiments of good and evil.¡±
As Jing Xu placed his palm gently on Aqua¡¯s back, the blue kobold experienced an extraordinary sensation. A chilling energy, surpassing even the coldest ice he had ever conjured, began to seep through him.
¡°This one is attuned to Yin,¡± Jing Xu announced, withdrawing his hand as the icy sensation subsided. Leaning closer to Aqua, his voice softened, ¡°Your constitution is good, suited for my training.¡±
Aqua, still reeling from the experience, found it hard to grasp Jing Xu¡¯s words fully. The chilling energy that had coursed through his body was not painful; rather, it was exhilarating, liberating. It felt as though it unlocked dormant parts within him, awakening a newfound sense of freedom and potential.
Aqua was jolted back to the present as Jing Xu finished assessing everyone''s natural affinity. Ifrit and Ventus had a predisposition towards Yang energy, while both Aqua and Brix resonated more with the Yin path.
The group swiftly divided, each duo accompanying their respective mentor to separate rooms at opposite ends of the corridor.
¡°In the lotus position, please,¡± Jing Xu instructed. Noticing the puzzled expressions on Aqua and Brix¡¯s faces, he revised his approach. ¡°Forget that. Sit comfortably, and I¡¯ll guide you.¡±
Aqua and Brix complied, positioning themselves side by side with a hint of hesitance.
¡°Space yourselves out a bit; you¡¯ll need room,¡± Jing Xu advised, demonstrating as he elegantly crossed his legs into the lotus position. ¡°Relax your muscles. It will come naturally.¡±
Aqua attempted to mimic Jing Xu, the elder assisting by gently pushing his knees outward. The position stretched his thighs taut, akin to over-dried jerky, teetering on the brink of snapping. Aqua clenched his teeth, drawing deep, calming breaths, striving to ease the tension in his muscles.
Brix effortlessly settled into a flawless lotus position, his less developed thigh muscles posing no obstacle, unlike the sturdier build of the kobolds. The seriousness of the situation didn''t completely suppress his mischievous nature; a snicker escaped him as he observed Aqua''s struggle. Aqua, hearing the sound, could only respond with a subdued grunt, focusing on his posture.
¡°Excellent, you¡¯re both correctly seated in the lotus position,¡± Jing Xu acknowledged, positioning himself in front of them. His tone shifted to one of earnest instruction. ¡°Before you embark on meditation and cultivation, there are essential concepts you must grasp about both the Yin and Yang paths. This foundational understanding is vital for anyone beginning their journey.¡±
He paused briefly, clearing his throat for emphasis. ¡°The initial phase of cultivation involves gathering qi during meditation. This qi, in its original form, is colorless and pure, untainted. To harness its potential, you must infuse it with your essence, your spirit. This process allows you to manipulate, transform, and even create the very laws of the universe. It¡¯s through this personalization of qi that your true cultivation begins.¡±
Jing Xu¡¯s voice deepened, becoming a hushed, captivating timbre as he delved deeper into his explanation. This shift in tone drew Aqua and Brix in, their attention captivated as if by a gravitational pull.
¡°And remember,¡± he continued, ¡°all universal laws¡ªfire, ice, earth, sand, poison, illusions, blessings, and curses¡ªoriginate from the two primary paths: Yin and Yang. Some mistakenly equate Yang with righteousness and Yin with malevolence, good with Yang and evil with Yin. Dismiss such notions. Both Yin and Yang can manifest as good or evil. The purest forms of Yin and Yang are the roots of true evil, yet it is in their interaction, their balance, where true goodness emerges. Yin and Yang should not be perceived as separate entities, but as two halves of a singular, harmonious whole.¡±
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Noticing the furrowed brows of Aqua, signaling confusion, Jing Xu chuckled softly, his beard rustling as he stroked it. ¡°Fear not the complexity of these concepts. Clarity will come as you progress in your cultivation journey.¡±
He then repositioned Aqua and Brix, guiding them to sit back-to-back and took his place between them. ¡°First, master control over your breathing. Become aware of your surroundings. Attune your senses to the ether in the air. Only then can you start to absorb it through your pores and external paths.¡±
Guided by Jing Xu''s instructions, Aqua closed his eyes, channeling his entire focus into harmonizing with the rhythm of his breath. As he inhaled and exhaled, he gradually began to merge with the essence of nature surrounding him. The external world, with all its cacophony and chaos, slowly faded away, leaving Aqua in a serene cocoon of concentration. His awareness honed in on the elusive ether drifting through the air, embracing it with a newfound sensitivity.
* * *
As the grip of slumber loosened, Thorian¡¯s eyes fluttered open, greeting what should have been a new day. However, the sun, having already soared past its zenith, indicated a day well underway.
I despise daytime sleep, he thought, rising with a grunt.
Donning his robe and staff, Thorian stepped out of his house. The village was bustling: civilians engaged in their daily routines. He observed some wielding basic swords and shields, others delicately handling herbs for alchemists. Goblin women were busy crafting garments and decorating their homes, their nimble fingers weaving fabrics into practical and ornamental items.
Reflecting on the absence of official professions and workshops, Thorian noted how natural it seemed for everyone to carry on with their tasks. After ten years in this system, such simplicity feels almost alien, he mused, a smile curving his lips.
His attention was drawn to the sound of laughter. Young goblins and kobloids played tag, their joyful shrieks echoing through the air. Thorian chuckled, amused that this game transcended worlds and species.
Shaking off his reverie, he prepared to face the day''s challenges. Topping his agenda was a visit to the one upgraded building he hadn¡¯t yet explored: The Cultivation Hall.
Thorian¡¯s thoughts meandered as he strode towards the Cultivation Hall. ¡®With the arrival of the Yin and Yang masters due to this upgrade, perhaps even the kobolds and goblins can partake in the art of cultivation. I, being a cultivator myself, am proof it¡¯s possible. And who better to introduce meditation to a new species than the hall masters?¡¯
He sought to quiet his inner doubts with this logic, continuing his march towards the hall. Yet, his contemplations were abruptly interrupted by an unusual commotion. Goblins and Kobolds had gathered around the Hall, maintaining a respectful distance from the building, their faces contorted in disgust, hands covering their noses.
Thorian didn¡¯t need to inquire about the cause. Approaching the hall, a pungent, stomach-churning odor assaulted his senses. He instantly recognized it as the residue of monster cultivation, a scent he had become all too familiar with recently.
¡®This explains much,¡¯ he thought, a forced half-smile appearing on his face as he pinched his nose and stepped inside.
The hall housed twelve cultivation rooms, six flanking each side of the corridor. The stench intensified with each step Thorian took. He passed one vacant room after another until he reached the corridor''s end, where he encountered a locked door, with two occupied rooms adjacent.
Unsurprisingly, the source of the odious miasma was within these rooms, where figures sat cross-legged in deep cultivation.
As Thorian observed his four friends deeply engrossed in their cultivation under the guidance of the two elders, he allowed himself a small smile before exiting the Cultivation Hall. The gathered crowd outside still lingered, piqued by curiosity and concern.
Approaching them, Thorian singled out a goblin from the throng. ¡°Hey, you!¡± he called.
The goblin, taken aback, pointed to himself in bewilderment. ¡°Eh, m-me?¡±
¡°Yes, you,¡± Thorian affirmed with a nod. ¡°Do you know of anyone skilled in woodworking?¡±
Confusion clouded the goblin''s face briefly before he replied hesitantly, ¡°Ehm-eh, no, I don¡¯t know anyone like that.¡±
¡°Then find someone who is,¡± Thorian instructed firmly. ¡°Spread the word in the village. It''s an order from Thorian, your Lord. Ask them to meet me at the village hall. Understood?¡±
The goblin, now imbued with a sense of purpose, nodded vigorously. ¡°Y-yes, I understand,¡± he said, then scurried off, echoing Thorian¡¯s command throughout the village.
Thorian, meanwhile, made his way to the village hall. Settling down with a cup of tea served by Melina, he awaited the arrival of a woodcrafting expert.
Perhaps with their expertise, we can address this troublesome issue of cultivation black goo, he pondered, sipping his tea contemplatively.
Chapter 98: Preparations
"Ehm, my lord¡" the aged goblin announced as he entered the grand Village Hall, escorted by the earlier dispatched messenger. "I heard that you have asked for me. How may I be of help to you?"
Thorian, seated in his chair, regarded the newcomer and rose to his feet. He approached the aged goblin with measured steps. "Are you a carpenter?" His voice carried a hint of expectation.
"Yes, my lord. I have been carving wood my whole life," the old goblin replied, bowing with reverence.
"No need for formalities," Thorian interjected, signaling for the goblin to rise. "What name do you go by?"
"I am Hewer, my lord," the aged craftsman responded, a touch of unease in his tone.
"Very well, Hewer," Thorian said, placing a reassuring hand on the goblin''s shoulder as he drew nearer. "I have a project in mind, one I wish for you to oversee. If you demonstrate proficiency, I will ensure that you and your kin are granted a much larger home, right at the heart of our village."
"Your offer is a great honor, my lord!" Hewer exclaimed, almost instinctively dropping to his knees. "Tell me what I need to do and I swear I will not dissapoint you, my lord."
Thorian sighed softly, observing the elderly goblin humbling himself before him. "Hewer, please. There''s no need for such deference. Stand tall when in my presence."
In a daze, the elderly carpenter gazed up at Thorian, who gently assisted him to his feet. Thorian proceeded to outline his plan. "What I require from you are wooden tubs, enough to accommodate every warrior in our village. Do you grasp the scope of the task?"
Hewer hesitated momentarily. "Y-yes, I can make wooden tubs. However, it will take a long time to make the quantity you¡¯re asking me to, my lord."
"Have no concern for that," Thorian reassured him with a dismissive wave. "Your task is to gather the skilled carpenters within our community. They shall work under your guidance on this endeavor. Inform them that this order is from me and assure them of generous compensation upon its completion."
A glimmer of excitement sparked in the old goblin''s eyes. "I¡¯m sure it would be a honor for them to work for you, my lord. Should I begin immediately?"
"Of course," Thorian chuckled. "The sooner, the better."
With that directive, Hewer and the messenger departed the village hall. As they exited, Thorian released a faint sigh.
"It appears there is no rest for you, my lord," Melina emerged from an adjoining room, carrying a plate of biscuits.
Observing the elven maiden, Thorian shook his head resolutely. "Rest is unnecessary. Rest breeds complacency, and complacency breeds failure."
At the declaration, Melina arched an eyebrow. She glanced at her plate of biscuits and shrugged. "I suppose these are no longer needed, then."
As she made a move to retreat into her chamber, Thorian halted her. "Wait... A measure of rest is acceptable."
Surprised by the mighty Thorian''s concession, Melina couldn''t help but chuckle softly. Without a word, she approached the table where Thorian sat and settled into the chair opposite him.
As Thorian joined her, Melina inquired, "What''s your agenda for today?"
Thorian took a bite of one of the biscuits before explaining his agenda. "With the cultivation hall now in order, that will be my primary focus. For that purpose, I require Hewer to craft as many wooden tubs as possible for our fighters to utilize in their cultivation. Without this provision, the village will emanate a foul stench by nightfall."
"Indeed, that would be far from ideal," Melina mused, rubbing her chin in thought. "But waiting for the tubs to be finished might waste valuable days for cultivation, wouldn''t it?"
¡°You make a valid point,¡± Thorian thought, his gaze drifting downward in contemplation. ¡°One solution might involve stationing water magi at the cultivation hall temporarily. Their primary task would be to cleanse the residual black remnants after each meditation session.¡±
¡°I sympathize with whoever gets that duty,¡± Melina chuckled lightly.
Thorian echoed her amusement with a faint smile. ¡°I don¡¯t envy their responsibility either.¡±
Their conversation tapered off into a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the sound of biscuit consumption. Eventually, Thorian finished the last morsel and made a move to rise. However, Melina halted him, seizing his wrist gently.
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¡°You¡¯ve yet to divulge the most crucial aspect of your plan. You''re heading to Locksley soon, aren¡¯t you?¡± she queried.
"Yes, I must complete that Guardian quest," Thorian affirmed.
Melina paused briefly before continuing, "And after attending to the guardians, do you plan to remain in Locksley for an extended period?"
Thorian raised an eyebrow in response. "Are you inquiring if I intend to retaliate against them? Is that your concern? Do you harbor sympathy for them after their attack on us?"
"No, I don''t harbor pity for those who attacked us," Melina asserted with a firm shake of her head. "But I understand the plight of having peace disrupted by an external force that strips away everything you hold dear."
Meeting Melina''s resolute gaze, Thorian released a weary sigh. "My course of action regarding them will hinge entirely on their conduct. If they demonstrate civility, I will engage in kind."
Sensing Melina''s loosening grip on his wrist, Thorian sighed softly. "Well, I shall take my leave now."
"May fortune favor your journey, my lord," Melina bid him farewell.
With those parting words, Thorian departed from the Village Hall. Contemplations swirled in his mind as he proceeded toward Forlune, his trusted general. Upon arrival, he updated Forlune on the cultivation hall''s enhancements, tasking a team of water magi to manage the interim cleaning duties¡ªa necessary measure while Hewer continued crafting the wooden tubs.
Simultaneously, he briefed Forlune about the Guild Halls'' upgrades and the newly unlocked quests. Preferring not to micromanage, Thorian entrusted the communication of these advancements to Forlune and Zogarth, his two capable generals.
Consequently, both the guilds and the bustling Cultivation Hall teemed with activity, frequented by fighters engaged in meditation or quest endeavors.
Observing the fervent activity within the Cultivation Hall, Thorian emitted a soft click of his tongue, tinged with a hint of regret. I had intended to acquire a fundamental movement skill from the masters, but it seems they are occupied now. I''ll have to postpone it until tomorrow.
With a resigned sigh, Thorian pivoted, acknowledging the sunset that had draped Wolvendale Village in the soothing embrace of the evening. The stars glittered in the expansive night sky, accompanied by the radiant glow of the twin moons casting their magical luminescence upon the forest.
Before marshaling his forces for the impending journey toward Locksley, Thorian still had one crucial task remaining: claiming the rewards accrued from his guild quests. With a determined stride, he made his way toward the Magus Guild. This typically deserted establishment now bustled with youthful magi¡ªkobolds and goblins alike. Some diligently honed their manipulation of mana, while others focused on perfecting their infusion techniques. A few attempted to attune themselves to the ambient mana, striving to connect with it devoid of the system''s assistance.
"Oh, my lord?" Fizzlegrin''s unmistakably squeaky voice pierced through the bustling ambiance. "Are you here to claim your completed quests?"
"Yes, indeed, Guild Master," Thorian affirmed with a nod, casting a glance around the lively guildhall. A chuckle escaped him. "I trust this newfound activity hasn''t unsettled you too much."
"How could it?!" Fizzlegrin shook his head emphatically. "This is precisely how a guild should thrive¡ªbrimming with vitality and a thirst for knowledge!"
With a decisive gesture, the guild master retrieved his magical pin, swiftly confirming the fulfillment of Thorian¡¯s three magus quests.
¡°I hope the rewards are to your satisfaction, my lord!¡± Fizzlegrin then happily hopped off his desk before attending to some young magus.
Looking at this scene, Thorian chuckled before checking his own gains.
Personal Resources.
| Arcane Coins |
2856 |
| Mystic Marks |
150 |
So, fifty Mystic Marks per quests? Not too bad. I can buy a first advancement skill with three days¡¯ worth of quests.
Content with the progress at the guild, Thorian exited before proceeding toward the outer north wall, where Forlune was stationed. Upon arrival, he discovered the moon kobold perched atop the imposing gate, surveying the surroundings.
As Forlune sensed Thorian''s presence, he turned to address him. "My lord, is it time? Should I call upon our army?"
"Yes, please proceed, Forlune," Thorian confirmed with a nod. "But summon only the fighters. The direwolves will remain to safeguard our village."
Acknowledging the command with a respectful nod, Forlune suppressed a feral grin. "Understood, my lord. Your wishes shall be carried out."
Having imparted his instructions to Forlune, Thorian then sought out his final companion, one he hadn''t encountered throughout the day. Thanks to their telepathic bond, he knew precisely where to locate him.
Venturing to an isolated hill in the village''s outskirts, Thorian discerned the resonating howls of Harald. The majestic king of the direwolves streaked across the landscape, his form enveloped in a faint, barely discernible light green hue.
He is mastering his new skills quite nicely.
Thorian observed with a sense of pride the significant strides Harald had achieved in mastering mana control. It was evident that Harald''s manipulation of mana resembled more of an aura manipulation than mere enhancement of the body with mana. Impressively, he was even infusing this makeshift aura with the wind element, albeit to a modest degree.
As the training session concluded, the imposing figure of the direwolf king strode towards Thorian.
"So, I assume your visit here was solely to inform me of your impending departure for the city?" Harald inquired, arching an eyebrow.
Thorian paused briefly before responding, his tone carrying weight, "Harald, I entrust the protection of my village to you. Guard it diligently."
The king of the direwolves nodded in silence, but his intent was clear to Thorian.
"I am relying on you," Thorian affirmed, acknowledging the unspoken commitment from Harald.
Chapter 99: A Minor Kerfuffle
As Thorian stood atop the towering western gate, his eyes swept across the vast expanse of his assembled army with a mixture of pride and anticipation. Before him stood a formidable force¡ªa legion composed of monsters, kobolds, goblins, and orcs, organized into disciplined units. Even the humblest goblin, armed with innate abilities and honed skills, held the potential to wreak havoc upon the fragile human settlements. Meanwhile, his mightiest warriors possessed enough strength to single-handedly ravage entire cities.
Flanked by his two trusted generals, Forlune and Zogarth, Thorian surveyed the scene. Forlune, a wild spark igniting his countenance, exuded impatience, eagerly anticipating the imminent challenge. In stark contrast, Zogarth bore a solemn expression, lost in strategic contemplation, seeking the most efficient approach for the impending operation.
"Time for action," Thorian declared, pivoting on his heel before gracefully descending from the elevated perch. "Let us advance."
At his command, the western gates creaked open, and an unrelenting torrent of monstrous creatures surged forth with a primal ferocity. Each step they took underscored their swiftness and raw power. Beneath the shroud of night, they advanced with purpose.
Since the onset of the apocalypse, the forest had known no respite. Its once serene ambiance was now an orchestra of terror¡ªthe agonized cries of creatures mauled by savage beasts, the clash of monstrous titans, and the desperate screams of those unfortunate enough to seek refuge within its confines¡ªall of these sounds reverberated incessantly. Yet, this particular night carried a different cadence.
"The left flank is secured, my lord," Zogarth leaped to Thorian''s side, delivering his report.
"And the right is likewise under control," Forlune announced with a chuckle as he joined them. "These creatures pose no significant challenge."
"You''ll find your desired challenge soon enough," Thorian responded, a faint smile gracing his lips.
As he turned towards their destination, Thorian glimpsed Locksley''s walls rising amidst the trees. Mere days ago, they had stood formidable, impregnable. Now, they lay in ruin¡ªtorn, scorched, and desecrated¡ªmere remnants of their once-grand stature.
"Tonight, we reaffirm our dominance," Thorian proclaimed. "This is merely the initial stride toward our boundless conquest!"
At Thorian''s words, Forlune erupted into laughter, casting a wild gaze over their assembled forces. "Did you hear our lord? Tonight, we shall carve our names into the annals of glory!"
"For glory!" echoed the rallying cry from the troops.
The forest, shrouded in an eerie silence, was suddenly awash with the cacophony of monstrous roars and resounding battle cries. Each reverberation fueled Thorian with an unyielding determination, stoking the fires of his unwavering resolve.
Ah, this is what I enjoy. Leading my men from the frontline, sharing in the glory - that is my purpose.
As Thorian''s faint smile contorted into a predatory grin, the march toward Locksley seemed to transpire in a blur. As they approached the gate, indistinct figures loomed through the veil of night.
"Halt!" Thorian''s command brought the monstrous army to an abrupt standstill. He turned to his right, beckoning Forlune. "Fetch Alacritas."
"At once, my lord," the moon kobold acknowledged, bowing lightly before venturing back into the ranks. Moments later, a silver-furred kobold, Alacritas, emerged beside Forlune. Though sharing a resemblance in fur, Alacritas possessed a lean and lethal build, fitting for an assassin of his caliber.
"Alacritas, I task you and your team with scouting the unknown force," Thorian directed, nodding towards the shadowy figures by Locksley''s entrance. "Bring me their count and assess their armament. I need to know their strength and intentions."
"Yes, my lord," the silver assassin affirmed. "I shall not disappoint you."
"Excellent," Thorian patted Alacritas''s shoulder. "Off you go."
In a blur, the assassin vanished from sight. Within moments, Thorian observed Alacritas and his team darting towards the obscure figures, their movement imperceptible to all but the most keen-eyed observers amidst the night''s shroud.
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"Let us wait," Thorian ordered as he reclined against a nearby tree.
Baffled, Forlune approached him. "I don''t understand. We have a formidable army. Why not engage them in battle?"
"We lack intelligence on their numbers or purpose," Thorian replied, one eye open. "I won''t risk our forces against an unknown adversary while the guardians remain to contend with."
Forlune, still grappling with his dissatisfaction but unable to counter Thorian''s rationale, silently retraced his steps. Addressing the assembled army, he relayed Thorian''s instructions. "Our lord has spoken. We''ll make camp here. Keep noise to a minimum and rest."
As minutes passed, the monstrous horde found concealment among the foliage, obediently obscured by the forest''s cover. Meanwhile, Thorian, reclining against his tree, discerned faint movements in the air.
"They''re back," he grunted, rising to his feet. Three figures swiftly materialized before him¡ªthe assassin team.
"My lord, I return with the report," Alacritas approached Thorian and knelt on one knee. "Their numbers total around 150, mostly foot soldiers armed with basic swords or spears. Approximately forty of them are heavily armored horsemen. They wield lances as their primary weapon, with short swords as their secondary armament."
"Excellent work, Alacritas," Thorian praised, affectionately petting the silver assassin''s head. He cast a smile toward the rest of the team. "All of you performed admirably. Rest now."
With a nod of acknowledgment, the assassin team vanished in a blink. In their wake, Forlune emerged.
"So, we''re moving to defeat them now, aren''t we, my lord?" Forlune inquired, expecting a certain response.
Chuckling softly at the anticipated assumption, Thorian turned to meet Forlune''s gaze. "No, I intend to speak with them."
Forlune''s features contorted in bewilderment and surprise, grappling to comprehend Thorian''s unexpected decision. "What? Why, my lord? I fail to understand. Their force is feeble¡ªso much so that I alone could vanquish them all. Why engage in conversation?"
"I empathize with your sentiment, Forlune," Thorian sighed, shifting his focus to the human army ahead. "But in due time, you''ll come to realize the gods hold humans dear. They are their favored toy."
Forlune''s mouth hung open momentarily. "I-I don''t comprehend, my lord. What do you mean?"
A fleeting expression of frustration crossed Thorian''s face before he turned away, releasing an exasperated sigh. "Let''s approach it this way: I''ll converse with them. If they maintain civility, we reciprocate. Our primary objective wasn''t them anyway; it was the guardians. If they refrain from obstructing our path, there''s no need for bloodshed."
With a reluctant nod, Forlune excused himself, returning to the rest of the army. Simultaneously, the sound of Zogarth''s approaching footsteps reached Thorian''s ears.
"Are you in disagreement with my approach as well?" Thorian pivoted with a wearied expression.
"No, my lord. I would never question your commands," Zogarth assured, shaking his head. "I was merely intrigued by your statement regarding humans as the gods'' favored toys."
"Ah, that," Thorian turned towards the human army, a soft chuckle escaping him. "As Forlune suggested, we possess the ability to easily overpower this army, to even lay waste to this city, should we choose."
Thorian then regarded Zogarth, his expression serious. "However, some among them would survive and flee. And those, my friend, are the most terrifying. Through some divine intervention, they would unearth unimaginable power. Eventually, they''d return with a vengeful darkness capable of destroying us and themselves in the process."
Taking a moment, Thorian chuckled softly. "That''s why I referred to them as the gods'' favorite toy."
How could I not understand? For I am too but one of their toys.
After a moment of silence, Zogarth broke it. "I comprehend your perspective, my lord."
"Do you now?" Thorian raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, I do, my lord," Zogarth affirmed. "I''ve heard such tales numerous times. The elders used to recount them."
Thorian chuckled softly. "Your elder is indeed wise."
Turning his gaze back to the human army, his expression turned grave. "I''ll speak with them alone. You and Forlune stay close behind me, and the army should remain farther away. Not too near, not too distant¡ªwe aim to assert our presence without sparking conflict."
"With unwavering devotion, my lord. Your command is my obligation," Zogarth responded fervently.
Thorian waited until his forces took their positions, then confidently strode forward. His steps exuded assurance, a belief that everything would unfold precisely as he envisioned. As he neared the human army, their myriad expressions became discernible: fear, bewilderment, astonishment, and dread intertwined in the faces before him.
As Thorian surveyed the assembled ranks, his search for William Ravenwood, his lifelong friend and the lord of Locksley, proved futile. Only William''s son, Tristan, and a cluster of other nobles were visible amidst the troops.
Halting at a distance that stirred the knights to tighten their grip on their lances, Thorian turned to face the entire human army. The palpable tension hung heavy in the air, stifling any hint of conversation. Taking a deep breath, Thorian prepared to speak.
"Where is your king?!" His commanding voice pierced the stillness, resonating sharply among the ranks. Slowly, realization dawned, jaws dropping in collective astonishment.
Observing their bewildered expressions, Thorian repeated with fervor, "I ask again, where is your king?!"
Chapter 100: Looming Chokehold
Tristan POV
"I ask again, where is your king?!"
The resonant voice of the red-furred monster rippled through the ranks of the human army, sending shivers down their spines. Tristan glanced to his side, finding Oswald just as dumbfounded by the unexpected turn of events.
"Did... did that monster just speak?" Oswald''s voice trembled with disbelief, his gaze fixed on the advancing creature.
Tristan''s shock slowly yielded to a growing realization, his thoughts echoing the cryptic words of the old man he encountered earlier. So, it was true after all. There exist monsters capable of conversing in our language.
Glancing back at the aged bystander, Tristan noted the mixture of confusion and unease in his expression. Even for someone who has witnessed it before, this inexplicable occurrence remains unsettling.
With a click of his tongue, Tristan refocused his attention on the red-furred monster. Although a myriad of questions and doubts swirled in his mind, the urgency of the situation demanded action. Without hesitation, he forged ahead, stepping forward to confront the creature, solitude his companion in this unprecedented encounter.
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Thorian¡¯s POV
Observing the young lad striding toward him with an unwavering resolve, Thorian couldn''t resist a faint smile.
"Our lord, William Ravenwood, is presently absent," the youth proclaimed confidently. "He dispatched me, his son, Tristan Ravenwood, to oversee this expedition."
William absent? Thorian pondered, arching an eyebrow. Unusual. He''s never been one to shy away from challenges. Perhaps there''s some pressing matter that demands his immediate attention.
Locking eyes with Tristan, Thorian articulated his intent. "So, I assume as Prince Tristan, you wield complete authority over your retinue. Command them to withdraw within the city walls. We shall take charge of dealing with the guardians."
Tristan''s eyebrows shot up in astonishment. For a fleeting moment, he remained silent, grappling to find his voice, which emerged hoarse with effort. "Why do you seek to eliminate the guardians? And how do you possess such knowledge?"
"Is that a concern of yours?" Thorian retorted dismissively. "Your sole task is to issue the retreat order."
A pause lingered in the air, Tristan struggling for words before managing a strained response. "I... I must confer with my advisors first."
Upon hearing the prince''s feeble response, Thorian erupted into laughter. "It appears you fail to grasp your predicament, young prince. This is not a negotiation; it''s an order. Any of my unit leaders could decimate your entire army. Spare your soldiers, spare their mothers the tears, and retreat from whence you came."
Thorian''s gaze bore into Tristan''s soul, the message crystal clear: if the prince hesitated to issue the command, their battalion would be ruthlessly slaughtered, leaving no one behind to mourn.
"I..." Tristan glanced back at his forces with horror-stricken eyes. "I order a retreat!" With unsteady legs, he made his way back towards his army.
Observing the humans preparing to return to the city, Thorian pivoted to head back to his own ranks. But just as he took a single step, an old, gravelly voice interrupted his stride.
"Wait, is that you?"
Turning back towards the humans, Thorian spotted his interlocutor. It was the elderly man he had spared earlier, now appearing robust and resolute.
So, you managed to survive, Thorian remarked, wearing a complex smile. Judging by your appearance, it seems you heeded my advice. Good for you.
"Are you that same white-furred monster from before?" the elderly man inquired. "Is it truly you?"
Thorian chuckled before gesturing toward his own fur. ¡°Well, take a good look. As you can see, I am adorned in red.¡±
With no further words, Thorian turned on his heel and departed, rejoining his own contingent of monsters.
"Ah, the old man survived," Forlune commented with a chuckle. "I didn¡¯t expect such resilience from someone so frail."
Thorian glanced back at his general. "As I''ve said, seemingly favored by the heavens."
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"We shall see about that," Forlune retorted dismissively.
Shaking his head, Thorian diverted the conversation. "Summon all the unit leaders. We must strategize on how to confront these Guardians."
"Immediately, my lord," Forlune acknowledged, his prior vexation now quelled.
Thorian watched Forlune''s departure until the general vanished amidst the foliage, exhaling a sigh. Minor disagreements are to be expected, he reflected.
At Thorian¡¯s directive, the unit leaders convened swiftly for a strategic meeting to deliberate on their imminent course of action. As the individual most acquainted with Locksley''s layout, Thorian took charge of the discussion.
"Locksley, akin to our own Wolvendale, is a walled city with four gates aligning with the cardinal directions," Thorian sketched a circle on the sandy ground, demarcating the four gates for visual clarity. "The guardians will manifest at each of these entry points."
"Do you possess any insight into the strength of these guardians, my lord?" Omn inquired.
After a brief pause for contemplation, Thorian provided his assessment. "The guardians'' strength varies based on their type. Some exhibit formidable durability but limited offensive capabilities, while others present the inverse. In general, I estimate their prowess to be three to four times greater than that of the Gilded Spiketail from the Third Floor."
"If they''re indeed that powerful, perhaps a cautious approach is warranted, my king," Aqua suggested.
"Please expound on that," Thorian invited the blue kobold to elaborate.
Aqua nodded, addressing the assembly. "I propose we split our forces into no more than two groups. Each company should engage with one guardian at a time, focusing solely on its defeat before advancing to the next."
"Reasonable," Thorian acknowledged before glancing around the assembly. "Any objections or additional insights?"
"I find this plan quite sensible," Zogarth interjected. "Deploying a single company should suffice to vanquish a guardian while minimizing casualties. Since safeguarding this city isn''t our primary concern, this strategy aligns perfectly."
"Excellent," Thorian acknowledged, scanning the group. "Any objections?"
"None from me," Lapis chimed in.
"Nor from me," Vivax concurred.
Observing unanimous consent among the leaders, Thorian concluded the meeting. "Very well, we shall proceed with this plan. Forlune''s company, accompanied by myself, will secure the eastern gate initially. Following the eastern guardian''s defeat, we''ll transition to engage the one at the northern gate." Thorian directed his gaze toward Zogarth. "You''ll hold the southern gate, thereafter advancing to tackle the western guardian. Is that clear?"
"Crystal clear, my lord," Zogarth nodded respectfully. "I will not disappoint you."
"Good," Thorian rose, signifying the end of the assembly. "Let us commence our preparations immediately."
As the group dispersed, Thorian''s gaze involuntarily returned to Locksley''s towering walls. Even from a distance, he discerned the presence of sentinels perched atop, keenly observing. Among them stood the young prince and his retinue.
Good, keep watching. Soon I will show you just what kind of power this world has to offer.
Time slipped away swiftly as Thorian stood watch, awaiting the celestial convergence of the moons at their zenith in the clear night sky. These two distant celestial bodies, typically apart, converged solely once during the night: at the stroke of midnight.
Thorian, accompanied by Forlune¡¯s company, stood in anticipation, their gazes fixed on the heavens. As the two silver orbs aligned, an intense brilliance engulfed the sky, compelling Thorian to shield his eyes. When he dared to reopen them, a monumental beam of silver light struck the earth before them. Gradually, the luminance transformed into a serene blue hue, crackling softly before shattering with a resounding boom.
From the fragments of the shattered brilliance emerged an entity of profound magnificence: a colossal wolf, towering ten meters in height. Its very form seemed an interplay of lightning and shadow, fur aglow with ethereal energies blending silver and blue hues, remnants of the earlier shattered light dancing within its magnificent coat. Eyes infused with cerulean brilliance emanated an ancient wisdom, while crackling arcs of lightning traced across its snout, casting an eerie, captivating radiance around it. Each stride it took echoed like distant thunder, and arcane symbols pulsed across its awe-inspiring form, exuding a power that seemed to warp the fabric of reality itself.
In its imposing presence before Thorian and Forlune¡¯s assembled company, the celestial beast held dominion over the night, emanating an aura of ancient authority. Despite its colossal form causing the ground to quake beneath it, there was a regal gracefulness to its movements, a divine elegance that defied its immense stature.
"Warriors, advance!" Thorian''s command echoed across the battleground. In response, a torrent of kobolds, goblins, and orcs surged forward at his directive. Forlune, leading the charge alongside the warriors, plunged into the fray against this formidable entity.
The white kobolds unleashed blood-curdling screams, stunning the giant wolf momentarily in its tracks. Simultaneously, Omn and his fellow goblin elder, Jarv, blessed the warriors, enhancing their strength and swiftness. Blades aglow with multihued auras whittled away at the colossal creature, carving deep wounds upon its form. Forlune, with a feral grin, joined the savage assault, a whirlwind of crimson aura dealing blow after relentless blow upon the Guardian''s body.
Seeking to deny the beast any respite, Saxum and the earth magi softened the ground around its legs, causing it to stumble and crash into the earth, swiftly hardening the terrain to ensnare and immobilize the creature. Capitalizing on this opening, Aqua conjured a colossal water ball alongside the other water magi, drenching the beast before following up with an icy barrage that encased parts of its form in a frigid shell.
Alacritas and the cadre of assassins refused to remain passive spectators. They surged forth as a blur of silver light, aiming precise strikes at the Guardian''s vital points whenever an opportunity presented itself. Utilizing their unparalleled speed, they deftly maneuvered around the beast, delivering lethal blows to its neck and chest.
With each onslaught from Forlune''s company, the colossal guardian''s frustration heightened, its once blue-furred form now shimmering with an intensified azure radiance.
Observing this ominous transformation, Thorian''s brows furrowed in alarm. "Retreat!"
But his command came too suddenly, too late. In an instant, a brilliant flash ensued as the giant wolf unleashed a thunderous howl, its body unleashing an immense shockwave of lightning that injured and repelled all the monsters assailing it.
Chapter 101: Moonlit Scales
Zogarth¡¯s POV:
Zogarth, a towering and formidable figure, stood resolute at the southern gate, awaiting the imminent appearance of the guardian. His gaze fixed upon the two moons ascending slowly in the sky, their convergence signaling the imminent commencement of battle.
"These moments brim with tension," a voice announced itself, drawing near from his right. Turning, Zogarth beheld Vigil, whose eternal smile graced his face. "Once the battle begins, all uncertainties will dissolve," Vigil remarked.
"What doubts are you talking about?" Another voice chimed in, this time emanating from Ventus. "I can¡¯t wait until the battle starts, then I can show off all my skills!"
"Not everyone possesses your easygoing demeanor," Vigil chuckled in response.
Observing the contrasting perspectives of his kobold companions, a faint smile played upon Zogarth''s lips. "As an orc, it is in battle that I truly live. As such, I can¡¯t say that I disagree with you, Ventus. I can¡¯t wait to prove myself in battle."
At Zogarth''s acknowledgment, Ventus erupted in joyous laughter. "See? even the ever-so-serious Zogarth can¡¯t wait to fight!"
Vigil rolled his eyes slightly. "I don''t mean to imply I''m not eager for the fight. I simply acknowledge the many emotions and tension in the air."
While the two kobolds conversed, Zogarth''s attention snapped back to the sky where the two moons had finally overlapped.
"The time has arrived," Zogarth declared solemnly, gesturing for everyone to assume their positions. "Prepare yourselves, everyone."
As the luminous display faded, unveiling the celestial convergence of the moons, a breathless hush descended upon the battlefield. Zogarth, Ventus, Vigil, alongside their united forces stood poised for the emergence of the Guardian. An electric anticipation permeated the air, each monster holding their breath, the atmosphere thick with ominous foreboding.
As the brilliance of the light beam faded, the long-awaited Guardian materialized¡ªa towering red serpentine figure. Its colossal form loomed over the battleground, exuding an ominous aura. Scales shimmered in searing crimson and flickering gold, resembling a living forge ablaze with molten embers. Eyes of scorching intensity surveyed the assembled army, radiating an otherworldly wisdom.
The colossal salamander''s presence warped the air, intense heat radiating from its colossal frame. Waves of searing warmth rippled outward, causing the ground to smolder beneath its feet. With sinuous grace, its elongated body coiled, embodying fiery fury and raw power. A thunderous roar echoed, flames licking at the air, and embers swirling around its imposing form, issuing an unmistakable challenge to all who dared oppose its infernal might.
Witnessing the awe-inspiring sight, Zogarth tightened his grip on his battleaxe, determination gleaming in his eyes. As the High Orc General steadied himself, a resolute sense of purpose washed over him.
"Damn, a magma creature?" Ifrit positioned herself at the forefront alongside Zogarth and the others. "Could there be a worse matchup?"
"Stay back and utilize your earth skills," Zogarth commanded. "Fighting fire with fire won''t serve us."
He bellowed his command. "Warriors, advance!" With resounding fury, orcs, hobgoblins, and evolved kobolds surged toward the towering salamander. "Priests, bless the warriors!"
Various chants erupted from the monstrous priests. Kobolds bestowed their moon blessings, goblins performed shamanic rites, and war orcs pounded their chests like drums, stoking a primal fervor within the warriors'' hearts.
The salamander retaliated with a blazing onslaught, spewing molten lava and unleashing scorching heatwaves. Its ember attacks aimed to incinerate the warriors within their offensive formations.
Yet, fortified by blessings and their inherent aura usage, they deftly evaded the guardian''s assaults, dispersing in all directions before reconverging upon the salamander.
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Sensing his own battle fervor rising, Zogarth unleashed a mighty roar. "Charge!"
Enveloped in a blood-red aura, the high orc surged forward like a speeding missile. With his axe raised, his singular focus was the salamander''s neck. His aura converged upon the weapon, intensifying its crimson glow. As it cleaved through the thick hide of the guardian''s neck, a gush of searing orange blood erupted forth.
The salamander roared in agony from the formidable strike, and Zogarth''s warriors seized the opportunity without hesitation, redoubling their assault from all angles.
Glancing back at the assembled army, Zogarth commanded, "Magi, now!"
His directive echoed across the battlefield, prompting the Magi¡ªmasters of elemental magic¡ªto respond swiftly. Each adept channeled the essence of their respective elements, merging their arcane energies for a synchronized attack against the colossal salamander.
A cacophony of elemental chaos ensued as the Magi unleashed their spells with precision and unity. Fire Magi conjured blazing projectiles, hurtling scorching fireballs toward the Guardian. Upon impact, the fiery orbs detonated, engulfing the creature in blistering flames.
Simultaneously, Wind Magi unleashed furious gusts, sending cyclonic blasts swirling around the Salamander. Slicing winds buffeted the creature, tearing at its fiery defenses and disrupting its balance.
Earth Magi contributed a barrage of stone projectiles, hurling rock bullets that pounded the Guardian with unyielding force. The ground upheaved in earthen eruptions, ensnaring the creature''s legs in rugged snares.
In unison, Water Magi summoned immense watery spheres crashing upon the Salamander, enveloping it in cascading torrents. Some manipulated these watery masses, creating swirling currents that encased parts of its form, hindering its movements.
As the beast found itself ensnared by both water and earth spells, Ventus prepared his most potent incantation. "Clear the way!"
Understanding Ventus''s intent, Zogarth and the warriors swiftly distanced themselves from the Salamander, creating an open path for Ventus''s spell.
With an unusually determined expression etched upon his face, the lightning magus concentrated, harnessing the ambient energies swirling around the battlefield. Arcane sparks crackled along his outstretched claws as he shaped the raw energy into a concentrated bolt of crackling lightning.
"Lightning Arrow!" Ventus''s resounding voice echoed across the battleground, charged with potent determination.
The amassed energy converged into a shimmering arrowhead, crackling with electricity. With incredible speed, the bolt hummed with potential as it streaked toward the immobilized salamander.
The lightning arrow surged through the air, an incandescent force hurtling toward the colossal Guardian. It struck unerringly, piercing through the Salamander''s defenses and embedding itself deep within its scaly hide.
Upon impact, the arrow detonated with a thunderous blast, unleashing a dazzling explosion of electrical energy. Crackling lightning cascaded forth, engulfing the Salamander in a coruscating web of electrifying power.
The colossal Guardian convulsed and thrashed within the electrified storm, its form engulfed in blinding brilliance. Stunned and incapacitated by the overwhelming surge of electricity, the Salamander writhed amidst the arcing currents, its once-fierce roars reduced to pained and feeble cries.
Battered and weary, the salamander neared its final moments. In an act of desperate defiance, it unleashed a mighty roar of agony, forcing half the battlefield to cover their ears lest they rupture.
Its entire form glowed a fierce red as fire and magma erupted from all over its body. Morphing slowly, the creature''s shape shifted, encrusted with lava rocks amidst flowing streams of liquid flame.
"Oh, you won''t!" Zogarth''s thunderous roar pierced the chaos. A blood-red aura enveloped him, intensifying with unparalleled vigor. His eyes blazed bloodshot, nearly losing focus amidst the swirling aura. Dark shadows emerged amidst the crimson hue.
With a single stride, the high orc darted forward, leaving the ground shattered in his wake. In an instant, he materialized before the salamander, his axe poised for the decisive blow. Each strike carved a massive gash into the beast''s body, forcing its colossal frame backward with each powerful blow.
Witnessing their general lead the charge, the warriors surged forth, delivering relentless slashes that wounded the beast from all sides. Their blows hacked through the rocky armor, delving into the scorching flesh of the salamander.
Amidst the fray, Zogarth persisted, his strikes unyielding. Each slash carved deeper wounds into the salamander''s chest, akin to a miner relentlessly excavating the earth to unearth precious ore. Soon, he reached his mark¡ªthe beast''s heart, encased within its rocky ribcage.
With a powerful strike from his aura-infused axe, Zogarth shattered the creature''s rib cage before cleaving through its massive heart. Fiery blood gushed forth, bathing the high orc''s entire form. As he leaped out from the salamander''s chest to face his army, he exuded an aura akin to a god of war.
"Congratulations, you have slain the southern guardian: the Emberthorn Salamander," an ethereal voice reverberated within everyone''s minds, soothing Zogarth''s frenzied state. Familiar with this voice from their dungeon conquests, he recognized its tone. "You shall now claim your rewards."
Chapter 102: Inured, Unrelenting
Thorian¡¯s POV
With a resounding howl that echoed through the air, the colossal azure wolf repelled its assailants with a potent electric shockwave. Standing tall in the aftermath of its devastating strike, the creature bore a majestic sight, its entire form pulsating with streams of azure lightning. Fixated on Thorian with eyes that seemed to pierce his very soul, the beast silently vowed to repay his inflicted pain manifold.
In a sudden and thunderous movement, the blue wolf darted forward, materializing mere moments later right before Thorian. Its paws crackled with an electrifying energy, poised to strike down the red-furred kobold.
Damn, it''s swifter than I anticipated! Thorian thought, readying himself for the impending impact. With a focused determination, he shrouded his palm in a dark flame imbued with Qi. Simultaneously, he channeled his mana into his feet with a newfound intensity and fluidity¡ªa testament to the fruits of his rigorous training.
A sly smirk crept onto Thorian''s face. Seems like my efforts have paid off, he mused, bracing for the imminent clash. The wolf¡¯s lightning-charged paw and Thorian¡¯s fiery palms collided with an earth-shattering roar, unleashing a shockwave that fractured the ground beneath them.
Struggling to hold his ground against the forceful onslaught, Thorian heightened the Qi within his palms, striving not to be overwhelmed by the beast''s relentless momentum. Yet, as he exerted himself, a glint of satisfaction crossed the wolf¡¯s face.
Parting its jaws, the creature began to amass arcane energy between its razor-sharp teeth, crackling with an overwhelming ferocity. At such close quarters, this impending attack threatened to render Thorian completely incapacitated.
"Oh, you''re not!" Aqua screamed, summoning a colossal waterball that surged forward like a missile, disrupting the electrical flow within the blue wolf''s gaping maw. Yet, that was merely the start of the assault.
Aligned with Aqua''s lead, every magus unleashed a torrent of elemental spells, an array of forces converging upon the beast''s jaws. Teeth shattered, and its tongue suffered grievous wounds amidst the chaotic barrage.
Reacting instinctively, the blue wolf snapped its jaws shut, but before it could fortify its defenses, Forlune charged forth with a thunderous roar. A blur of scarlet speed, he dashed toward the creature, his trusted sword cutting a lethal path through its neck, releasing torrents of blood.
Forlune''s onslaught didn''t conclude there. Swiftly planting his feet on the ground, he targeted the wolf''s right foreleg, severing tendons and forcing the majestic beast to its knees. Without hesitation, he continued his relentless assault, carving through its chest and face with unyielding ferocity.
Not to be outdone, Thorian surged forward, hands ablaze with vibrant purple flames. Each of his strikes seared the beast''s electrical form, his attacks seamlessly synchronized with Forlune''s, leaving the wolf no opportunity for escape or respite.
In a symphony of coordinated strikes, their combined onslaught pressed relentlessly, denying the blue wolf any chance to recover or retaliate. Gradually, the once-fearsome creature''s feeble whimpers faded into silence. Its vibrant azure form dulled, the light in its eyes extinguished, and with a final breath, the majestic beast succumbed to its wounds.
"Congratulations, you have slain the eastern guardian: Thunderclaw Dreadfang," the ethereal voice of the dungeon lady announced. "You shall now claim your rewards."
As the ethereal voice dissipated, the form of the majestic blue wolf dissolved into shimmering light specters, eventually dispersing into the heavens carried by the wind.
Drawing a deep breath, Thorian exchanged a knowing smile with Forlune before scanning their surroundings. His gaze fell upon a chest resembling those often found at the conclusion of dungeons.
"Let''s swiftly gather our rewards," Thorian instructed. "We still have another Guardian to confront."
"For someone who just emerged victorious, you''re certainly in a hurry," Forlune remarked wryly. "But you''re not wrong. I''m itching for another battle!"
Shaking his head at Forlune''s eagerness, Thorian turned his attention to the blue kobold. "Aqua, gather the rewards. We''ll review them later, once our task is complete."
"Understood, my liege," Aqua acknowledged.
Thorian''s forces moved swiftly, racing through the forest with remarkable speed until they reached the northern gate. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation around the gate, a deafening roar reverberating through the dense foliage. A colossal figure emerged from the shadows, its massive silhouette outlined against the silver moonlight.
The Colossus loomed like an embodiment of elemental chaos, towering over the surrounding trees. Its form, a fusion of ice and flame, exuded an otherworldly presence. Icy formations adorned its muscular frame, emitting a mesmerizing blue luminescence. Beneath its translucent skin flowed molten lava, veins of liquid fire emitting intense heat, distorting the air in its vicinity.
As the Colossus breached the wall, it moved with an awe-inspiring grace that defied its colossal size. Its mammoth claws, wreathed in dancing flames, effortlessly rent through the fortified barrier, rending stone asunder and reducing steel to twisted shards with casual ease.
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Human knights and guards, displaying unwavering valor, confronted the behemoth, their swords clanging against its icy armor. However, their courageous efforts proved futile against the unstoppable force. With a single swing of its immense arms, the Colossus unleashed torrents of freezing cold and scorching heat in all directions. Knights found themselves frozen in place, encased in ice, while others succumbed to searing flames, their agonizing cries lost amidst the tumultuous chaos.
The earth quaked beneath each thunderous step of the Colossus, leaving in its wake a trail of frozen terrain and smoldering remnants. Within its glowing orbs of azure and crimson burned an ancient fury, surveying the devastation it had mercilessly wrought.
A deafening bellow erupted from the Colossus, shaking the very heavens, heralding a devastating blast of elemental energy. The gate shattered into fragments, hurling shards of ice and molten rock through the air. Fortress walls crumbled beneath the overwhelming force. In the heart of this tumult, the Colossus pressed onward¡ªan indomitable force of nature, leaving naught but desolation in its wake.
Witnessing the relentless advance of the creature, Thorian''s command cut through the chaos, resolute and urgent. "Magi, unleash your spells!"
Thorian, flanked by the assembly of magi, conjured a tempest of elemental spells that assailed the colossal behemoth. Flames danced and consumed the ice, torrents of water quenched the molten lava, gusts of wind slashed through its armor, and earth-infused projectiles cracked its defenses.
"Continue the assault!" Thorian''s commanding voice thundered across the battlefield. "Do not grant it a moment''s respite!"
As Thorian and his forces drew nearer, their barrage of magical onslaught intensified. Having undergone their first-class advancements, most of the magi boasted ample mana reserves, allowing them to sustain an unyielding torrent of low-level spells.
Observing the Colossus''s gradual advance into the city, Thorian clicked his tongue in frustration. "We shall intercept its path," he ordered. "Maintain the assault without relenting!"
Following his directive, the relentless barrage of elemental spells hammered the colossal creature incessantly, relentlessly chipping away at its defenses and turning each step into a grueling ordeal. Simultaneously, a company of over a hundred monsters strategically repositioned themselves in front of the behemoth, surrounded by the rubble and ruins of homes and buildings.
"Warriors, charge!" Thorian''s thunderous roar echoed through the chaos. "Drive it out of the city!"
Responding to his command, the warriors surged forward, obeying his directive to force the behemoth beyond the city''s borders. With seamless precision, Thorian issued the next set of orders amid the tumult.
"Priests, bless them! Assassins, be on the lookout!"
Having conveyed all necessary directives, Thorian dove headlong into the fray. His lightning-quick steps closed the distance between him and Forlune, who wore a feral grin, poised for the imminent clash.
"I''ll carve my name on that giant''s armor!" Forlune''s frenzied laughter echoed amidst the chaos as his radiant aura intensified, propelling him toward the colossal Colossus.
Each thunderous strike of Forlune''s formidable blade tore through the creature''s armor, steadily pushing it back. As the other warriors converged, their combined strength began to make an impact. Individually, their strikes merely nudged the giant, but united, they dictated its movement.
Thorian, too, immersed himself in the skirmish, launching a relentless assault with successive strikes from his Qi-covered palms. The purple-hued dark flames he conjured dissolved the icy exterior, revealing the vulnerable and weathered flesh beneath.
Minutes stretched into an eternity as the army persisted in their unrelenting assault. The magi continued their barrage from a distance, while the warriors sliced through the Colossus''s defenses as if they were mere paper. Even the elusive assassins ceaselessly sought out openings, targeting its vital points¡ªneck, eyes, any vulnerability they could exploit.
Their collective effort finally bore fruit as they forced the behemoth out through the breach it had created in the wall. With a decisive leap backward, Thorian commanded, "Warriors, come back right now!"
As the warriors complied, Thorian issued his next directive with unwavering authority. "Wind magi, unleash a tornado!"
At Thorian''s resolute command, the elite wind magi, having undergone their first advancement, harnessed the raw power of their element. With a collective shout, they channeled their abilities, initiating their spells in unison.
Multiple tornadoes spiraled into existence simultaneously, drawing in debris, rubble, and swirling masses of air, creating a chaotic vortex of elemental fury.
Wearing a confident smirk, Thorian issued his subsequent directive. "Magi, use Fire Pillar!"
Echoes of his command lingered amidst the turmoil, and the tornadoes conjured by the wind magi converged into a colossal vortex. Howling gusts and debris encapsulated the behemoth, lifting the colossal giant off its feet, swept away by the tumultuous forces of the wind. In tandem, the fire magi unleashed their formidable powers, conjuring towering pillars of flame that surged toward the heart of the gathering vortex.
The collision between these elemental forces was cataclysmic. Deafening roars reverberated through the atmosphere, shaking the very bedrock. Lightning crackled and danced amidst the spiraling inferno, illuminating the sky with blinding flashes that painted the chaotic scene in surreal hues of orange, red, and blue.
The earth quaked violently as the merging powers clashed, rending apart any remaining structures and hurtling them into the tempest. The colossal fire tornado, a monstrous amalgamation born from the union of wind and flame, soared to towering heights, voraciously consuming everything in its path.
Molten rock and shattered debris became projectiles in the swirling vortex, casting a deadly rain of fire and destruction upon the already devastated cityscape. The unrestrained force of elemental havoc tore through the Colossus, enveloping it in a blinding maelstrom of flames and whirlwinds.
Observing from a safe distance alongside his army, Thorian stood transfixed, a mix of awe and horror etched across his face as the colossal fire tornado expanded, voraciously consuming everything in its path. The heat emanating from the swirling vortex was scalding, warping the air and sending waves of blistering heat cascading across the battlefield.
"Fall back! Retreat!" Thorian''s urgent command cut through the chaos, barely audible amidst the deafening tumult. The army swiftly complied, sprinting away from the overwhelming conflagration that threatened to engulf them entirely.
The ground quivered beneath their fleeing feet as the cataclysmic force continued its rampage, consuming the remnants of the Colossus and metamorphosing the once-thriving city into a nightmarish inferno.
"Congratulations, you have slain the northern guardian: the Frostfire Collosus," echoed the voice of the dungeon lady, heralding their victory. "You shall now claim your rewards."
Chapter 103: Spoils
The deafening roar of the fire tornado gradually subsided, leaving a trail of desolation and smoldering ruins in its wake. A thick plume of smoke and ash rose to the heavens, casting an eerie shroud that obscured the moon and stars.
As the chaos dwindled, a cackling laughter pierced the silence. Thorian turned to find its source: Forlune stood there, exuberant. "Yes, yes! That is why you are our king!¡± he exclaimed with booming enthusiasm.
Hearing Forlune¡¯s proclamation, the rest of the army responded with a unified roar. Their fervor escalated with each shout of ¡°Our king!¡±, celebrating their triumph.
Witnessing this scene, Thorian swelled with pride. He let out a chuckle, which soon erupted into hearty laughter. In that moment, he cast aside the rigid demeanor of a lord, reveling in the glory of the moment.
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Tristan POV
While Thorian and his monstrous army reveled in their victory, Tristan and his platoon of soldiers lingered in the background, observing cautiously. They had already witnessed the formidable power of these creatures during their battle with the blue wolf guardian, but the sight of their overwhelming might against the colossus left Tristan utterly aghast.
"You did well to heed their demands," Oswald said, patting Tristan¡¯s shoulder, his face etched with fear. "These beings aren¡¯t mere monsters; they¡¯re devils incarnate."
Taking a deep breath, Tristan shook his head. "Yet these devils saved us from the guardians. Without them, we''d have been crushed fighting those giants."
"There''s nothing to stop them from turning on us next," Oswald replied, his voice trembling. "And among us, there''s no one who can halt their assault."
A heavy silence fell upon the group, a testament to the truth in Oswald''s words. No one dared to speak against this harsh reality.
Tristan, with a solemn expression, prayed softly, "May the gods protect us and deliver us from our enemies." He then fixed his gaze on Thorian''s army, his eyes filled with determination. "If our destruction is the gods'' will, we''re powerless to change it. But the manner of our end? That''s yet to be decided. Until that time, our only path is to grow stronger."
Rising from the rubble, Tristan turned to his own soldiers. "Let''s return. We have witnessed all we need to."
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Thorian POV
The tumultuous cheers and roars gradually subsided, making way for the ethereal voice of the dungeon lady to echo once more. "Congratulations, the four guardians of Locksley have been successfully defeated. Your rewards, based on ranking and contribution, will be distributed shortly."
As her voice faded, a notification materialized in front of Thorian:
| Congratulations, you were the second fastest to defeat all four guardians in the kingdom. |
| All citizens of Locksley and adjacent territories will receive a triple experience boost for one week. |
| Experience and coin rewards based on contribution will be distributed shortly. |
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
Even while the notifications continued pouring in, Thorian could not bring himself to be happy. Instead, he was deeply disturbed.
¡°Second?¡± He murmured under his breath, his eyebrows frowning. How is that possible? Last time, even the imperial army at the capital had to wait until the suns rose before they could slay the guardians? So who could be faster than us?
While Thorian was deeply troubled, Forlune laughed heartily. "See, the gods have indeed rewarded our efforts!" He glanced at Thorian with a smug grin. "It seems we are the favored ones in the eyes of the gods."
Even though Thorian was not in the mood, he was not one to bring it down for everyone. As such, he simply smiled and shook his head at Forlune''s comment.
Turning his attention to Aqua, Thorian beckoned him over and then addressed his entire army. "We shall now begin distributing the rewards we have earned. As the available items are limited, they will be allocated according to our established hierarchy."
As Thorian announced the allocation of rewards, the cheers of the monsters gradually quieted. Sensing the shift in mood, Thorian quickly added, "However, in fairness to everyone who joined us on this quest today, each of you will receive 500 arcane coins." His gaze then shifted to his unit leaders, accompanied by a knowing smile. "Remember, those choosing the items will bear the cost, so make your selections wisely."
Forlune, seizing the moment for a light-hearted comment, said with a chuckle, "We better find plenty of items then, right, my lord?"
Thorian, joining in the laughter, replied, "Indeed, I hope so, for all your sakes." He then nodded at Aqua, signaling the commencement of the distribution.
Aqua approached, dragging a bundle of various clothing items tied together. As he untied the knot, an array of items was revealed. He passed each one to Thorian, the first being an electric blue blade.
| Thunderstrike Blade |
| Rarity |
Yellow Storm |
| Class Requirement |
Warrior |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
10 |
| Effect |
Attack Speed +20% |
| Special Effects |
25% chance to unleash a chain lightning strike on hit, dealing bonus electric damage to up to 3 additional enemies. |
| Description |
Crafted in the heart of a thunderstorm, this blade pulses with raw electric energy. Its vibrant electric blue hue flickers with contained lightning, primed to be unleashed against foes. The Thunderstrike Blade embodies the ferocity and unpredictability of a tempest, ideal for those who wield the power of the storm. |
"Heh, this is quite the find," Thorian chuckled, examining the blade. "A lightning blade of Yellow Storm quality. Anyone who desires it may claim it."
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Forlune shrugged off Thorian''s glance. "I''m content with my own sword," he said, indicating that the Thunderstrike Blade wasn''t for him. The unit leaders, whose classes didn''t align with the blade''s requirements, also showed no interest. It was then that a goblin champion, a squad leader, stepped forward.
¡°I would like to accept this blade, my lord,¡± he said with a respectful bow.
Thorian, recognizing the goblin from their previous squirmish, raised an eyebrow in recognition. ¡°Your strength is notable. What''s your name?¡±
¡°Harx, my lord,¡± the goblin champion replied, honored by Thorian''s recognition.
¡°This blade isn''t cheap, Harx,¡± Thorian chuckled. ¡°Are you sure about the expense?¡±
¡°Coins are merely a tool, my lord,¡± Harx responded. ¡°Strengthening myself is my priority.¡±
Understanding the goblin''s resolve, Thorian handed him the electric blade. ¡°Use it wisely.¡±
Thorian then proceeded to distribute the remaining items Aqua had brought. Among them were electrical armor, blueprints, and the skill ''Lightning Discharge''.
| Lightning Discharge |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Enables the "Lightning Discharge" skill, transforming the user into a conduit for lightning energy. When activated, it discharges a potent electrical blast in all directions, causing significant area damage and paralyzing enemies with its intense force. |
As the only member of Forlune¡¯s company capable of wielding this skill, Thorian claimed it for himself, mentally acknowledging Ventus. Don''t hold it against me, Ventus. You got the Lightning Arrow; this one''s mine.
Aqua unveiled the final item, an azure orb, from the now empty bundle. "It seems to be a lightning-related orb, similar to mine," he remarked.
Thorian, examining the orb, agreed. He then turned to his army and announced, "I''m sorry, everyone, but I''ll be keeping this one as well."
Shouts of support erupted from the crowd. "You''re our lord, no need to apologize!" one voice rang out. "Yeah, take all you want, king!" another added.
Amused by their enthusiasm, Thorian''s attention was drawn to the remnants of the Colossus. What was once a formidable adversary was now a cracked and scorched terrain, in the center of which lay a gleaming chest.
"Let''s see what other rewards await us," Thorian declared, striding towards the smoldering wasteland. Ignoring the residual heat and flames around the chest, he pressed on.
Upon opening the massive chest, a burst of multicolored light spilled out, dazzling Thorian''s eyes. The array of colors indicated the rarity and diversity of the contents.
A prismatic chest? How incredibly fortunate! Thorian thought, his excitement palpable.
The light from the prismatic chest dimmed, revealing a trove of items. Thorian began pulling them out, starting with the largest¡ªa striking set of armor tinged with red and blue hues.
| Frostfire Armor |
| Rarity |
Purple Cloud |
| Class Requirement |
Warrior |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
15 |
| Effect |
Increases Fire and Ice Resistance by 25% |
| Special Effect |
Absorbs 10% of incoming fire and ice magic, healing the wearer. |
| Description |
The Frostfire Armor, a remarkable blend of extremes, is forged in a volcano''s heart and infused with glacial essence. It offers unmatched defense against both extreme heat and intense cold. |
Thorian displayed the armor for all to see. "Who desires this magnificent piece?" he asked.
Forlune, unable to contain his enthusiasm, declared, "That one''s mine! Just when I needed new armor, fortune smiles upon me."
"Then it is yours, General Forlune," Thorian affirmed with pride. He then retrieved the next item, a skill scroll.
| Ice Cage |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Activates the "Ice Cage" skill. This skill creates a prison of sharp ice spikes, immobilizing and continuously damaging trapped enemies. It also slows down nearby foes, offering strategic control of the battlefield with its arctic chill. |
Thorian offered the scroll to Aqua, the blue kobold. After examining it, Aqua smiled broadly. "Very much so, my king," he gratefully accepted.
Thorian methodically continued the distribution process. He began with weapons, presenting a fire battlehammer and a frost axe, which were promptly claimed by two warrior squad leaders. Then, he moved on to blueprints and recipes, offering them to those skilled in blacksmithing and alchemy or to those desiring the products for personal use. The final items left were two orbs, one imbued with fire and the other with ice.
Raising the orbs, Thorian apologized to his army, "I must take these for myself." He then tucked the orbs into his robe pocket, marking the end of the distribution.
Personal Resources.
| Arcane Coins |
11,756 |
| Mystic Marks |
150 |
Reflecting on the distribution, he thought, I''ve claimed quite a few items, so 10,000 Arcane Coins should be allocated for army compensation. We really need to establish a contribution system for such scenarios.
Lost in his thoughts, Thorian was startled back to reality by Ventus''s voice. "You guys have really outdone yourselves," Ventus remarked cheerfully, arriving with Zogarth and the rest of the company.
Aqua, with a hint of pride, responded, "It''s all thanks to our king''s intelligence and wisdom that we managed to defeat the guardian."
¡°This guardian? No no, that¡¯s not what I mean,¡± Ventus shook his head. ¡°I mean you guys have killed three guardians so fast. How did you reach the northern gate before us?¡±
Ventus''s words caused a ripple of confusion through Thorian''s army. Everyone seemed perplexed by the mention of three guardians. Thorian, sensing something amiss, stepped forward to confront Ventus.
"What do you mean by that?" Thorian asked, a hint of concern in his voice. "We have only killed two guardians."
Chapter 104: Uncalculated
"What do you mean by that?" Thorian asked, a hint of concern in his voice. "We have only killed two guardians."
Ventus''s brows furrowed in puzzlement. "But, how? Weren''t you the ones who killed it? I was certain it was you," he said, referencing the announcement they had all heard.
Zogarth stepped forward, his expression grave. "Something unforeseen has occurred," he said solemnly. "We must return to the northern gate immediately to ascertain the situation."
Thorian nodded in agreement, then turned to Forlune. "We must move quickly."
With that, the newly united forces made haste towards the northern gate. Upon arrival, they were greeted by a scene of destruction. The gate lay in ruins, the remnants of battle strewn about, yet notably absent were the telltale signs of magical combat.
Aqua surveyed the scene thoughtfully. "The guardian''s slayer must fight in an unusual manner," she mused. "Could it have been mere warriors?"
"That remains to be seen," Thorian replied, then addressed his troops. "Search the area thoroughly. Report anything of significance."
As the army combed through the battlefield, Thorian''s examination was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Alacritas.
"My lord," announced the assassin with a tone of significance, "we have uncovered something that may intrigue you."
Thorian gave a curt nod. "Lead on."
He followed Alacritas, and they soon arrived at a spot encircled by a group of assassins. "Clear the way," Alacritas commanded, and the assassins obediently stepped aside, revealing their find to Thorian.
Before him lay an enormous, color-drained feather, wedged between the gnarled roots of the earth. Thorian''s gaze lingered on its pallid hue. The manifestation of decay, he thought, realizing its fragility without needing to touch it. No, this is more - the essence of death itself.
With a heavy heart, Thorian turned to his companion. "We must leave at once. Lingering here could prove harmful to those less resistant to the deathly aura."
He then addressed Alacritas with clear authority. "Inform the generals to rally the troops. We return to Wolvendale."
"As you command, my lord," Alacritas said, bowing slightly before vanishing with the other assassins.
Thorian, left to his thoughts, gazed towards the city. A closer vigilance is required within these walls, he concluded.
Thus, he led his army back to Wolvendale. The journey was marked by an eerie calm; no creature dared cross their formidable path. Approaching home, Thorian resolved to master his newly acquired skill and, with a decisive motion, tore the parchment in half.
| Lightning Discharge has been learned |
| Lightning Discharge |
| Description |
You transform into a conduit for lightning energy. When activated, it discharges a potent electrical blast in all directions, causing significant area damage and paralyzing enemies with intense force. |
| Proficiency |
0% |
As it had been a long time since he had checked his status, Thorian decided to display it.
Display Panel.
Ding
| Race |
Flame Kobold |
| Level |
25/30 (exp: 2390/9500) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
22/40 (exp: 543/10000) |
| Lifespan |
40 years |
| Cultivation realm |
Qi Gathering Fifth Stage (1.2%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
111 |
| Agility |
123 |
| Constitution |
102 |
| Mana |
104 |
| Qi |
100 |
| Free Points |
20 |
Thorian allowed himself a brief, smirking contemplation. ''Nearing my second evolution,'' he mused. ''I''m curious what special variants might be offered as my choices.''
But he quickly dismissed these fanciful thoughts, redirecting his focus to immediate priorities. ''First, I must assess the development of my skills.''
With purpose, he summoned the display window, bringing up the details of the three skills that were his primary concern.
| Fire Pillar |
| Description |
You summon a towering pillar of roaring flames from the ground at a target location. This causes scorching and burning damage to all enemies in its proximity. |
| Proficiency |
34.3% |
| Wind Tornado |
| Description |
You summon a swirling vortex of violent winds, forming a small tornado at a chosen location. The tornado pulls in nearby enemies, dealing continuous wind damage and potentially launching smaller foes into the air, disrupting their actions.
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|
| Proficiency |
34.3% |
| Minor Elemental Affinity |
| Description |
You possess a rare affinity for all elements, marking you as a unique existence. All elemental skills that you invoke are more potent and effective than usual.
|
| Proficiency |
21.3% |
Thorian studied the skill metrics, noting the steady progress of the first two, but the elemental affinity proved more challenging. It might take over a week to advance this, he pondered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Lost in these calculations, he barely noticed their arrival at Wolvendale''s outer walls. As the gates swung open, Zogarth approached him with a question.
"Forgive my forwardness, my lord, but have we discerned who slew the last guardian?" Zogarth inquired.
Thorian took a moment to gather his thoughts. "We''ve detected death energy at the site. It suggests a necromancer, or a similar class, might be involved."
"A necromancer, my lord?" Zogarth''s brow furrowed. "Does such a class truly exist?"
"It''s a rare specialization," Thorian clarified. "There are various unique classes, many wielding death magic. But this is mere speculation."
Zogarth nodded, impressed. "Your wisdom is truly vast, my lord."
Thorian dismissed the praise with a shake of his head. "It¡¯s not wisdom, just knowledge I acquired." He then issued a command. "Tonight, ease your efforts. The integration of the goblins should lessen the guard''s burden."
As Zogarth set to work, Thorian turned to his final task before entering the village. He sought out Alacritas, the silver assassin.
"Alacritas," he called, and the assassin appeared, bowing. "I have a task for you."
"Anything you command, my lord," Alacritas replied.
"Starting tomorrow, I want you and your team to scrutinize Locksley''s activities and report back. This is after your dungeon duties, of course," Thorian instructed.
Alacritas nodded in understanding, ready to carry out Thorian''s orders.
Thorian watched as Alacritas faded into the shadows, then made his way into the village. There was one last stop he had to make before retiring for the night.
Approaching the blacksmith''s workshop, he noted the still-lit forge and the smoke curling from the chimney. ''Who could be working at such a late hour?'' he wondered, a smile tugging at his lips.
Inside, he found a young kobold engrossed in his work, rhythmically hammering a sword blade, then cooling it in water. The kobold was so focused that he didn''t notice Thorian''s presence.
Thorian, respecting the craftsman''s dedication, chose not to interrupt. He simply observed in silence, admiring the kobold''s skill and dedication.
After an hour, the kobold paused, wiping sweat from his brow, and finally noticed Thorian. Startled, he stammered, "My lord? Were you waiting to use the forge? I apologize for any inconvenience."
Thorian chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I was simply admiring your work. How are you progressing with your blacksmithing class and skill?"
The young blacksmith''s eyes widened, a mix of embarrassment and pride evident in his gaze. "I''m honored, my lord," he murmured. "I''ve reached level 11, and my blacksmithing skill is at 73% proficiency."
Thorian''s response was enthusiastic. "Impressive progress! Your talent and hard work are clearly evident."
Flustered by the praise, the blacksmith stuttered, "I''m unworthy of such commendation, my lord."
"Nonsense," Thorian countered, stepping closer. "Tell me your name."
The blacksmith hesitated, then confessed, "I have not been given a name, my lord."
Realizing the oversight, Thorian expressed his regret. "Then henceforth, you shall be known as Faber, the old word for ''Iron''."
The newly named Faber was overwhelmed, nearly bowing deeply in gratitude. "To receive a name from you, my lord, is an immense honor!"
"Stand with pride, Faber," Thorian encouraged, gently lifting the blacksmith''s chin. "And now, I have something to share with you."
Thorian reached into his pocket and withdrew the elemental orbs, presenting them to Faber. "Do you recognize these?" he asked.
Faber, awestruck by their beauty, shook his head. "No, my lord, but they are magnificent."
"These are elemental orbs," Thorian revealed. "They''re used to forge elemental weaponry. I want you to craft a weapon with them."
Faber was hesitant, overwhelmed by the responsibility. "But, my lord, these are exceedingly precious. I lack the expertise for such a task."
Thorian offered an encouraging smile. "You''re right, but that will change. As you advance your skills and class, you will become a magic blacksmith. The knowledge you need will come naturally."
Faber''s eyes widened with amazement. "Really?"
"Yes," Thorian affirmed. "That''s why you must continue to hone your skills, to reach that level as swiftly as possible."
With a determined gulp, Faber nodded. "I will do my utmost not to let you down, my lord."
Thorian patted Faber''s shoulder warmly. "I have faith in you. For now, continue with your work. We will meet again soon."
Leaving Faber to his newfound purpose, Thorian exited the workshop, heading home. The day had been eventful, and the morrow held further promise.
* * *
Nalia¡¯s POV
The city was awash with chaos ¨C the screeches of goblins, the thunderous roars of chaksas, and the desperate screams of men and women seeking refuge among the ruins. In the midst of this tumultuous backdrop, Nalia and her two trusted lieutenants, Ragnar and Soren, navigated the debris-laden streets.
¡°That kobold''s power was otherworldly,¡± Soren remarked, slicing through the heavy silence. ¡°And his horde of monsters? Formidable adversaries, without a doubt.¡±
¡°Formidable?¡± Ragnar retorted dismissively. ¡°Please. I''d snap that kobold''s neck before he could even flicker a spell my way.¡± His gaze then shifted to Nalia, his tone tinged with frustration. ¡°So why the hell didn''t we engage when they were here? A surprise attack during their skirmish with the guardian could''ve meant the end of their lord.¡±
Soren shook his head, a mix of disbelief and exasperation in his voice. ¡°You fail to grasp the gravity of our situation. Kill their lord, then what? You think we''d stand a chance fleeing from a legion like that?¡±
He turned to Nalia, a hint of respect in his eyes. ¡°Well, perhaps she could evade them, but we''d be dead men walking.¡±
Ragnar scoffed, his words laced with scorn. ¡°Your cowardice never ceases to amaze. If you''re afraid, just admit it. Don''t lump me in with your fears.¡±
Nalia, witnessing the rising tension between her subordinates, interjected with a calm authority. ¡°Our mission was never to confront that monster army head-on. Engaging them without fully understanding their capabilities would be reckless at best.¡±
Soren cast a smug glance at Ragnar, ¡°See? Told you.¡±
Ragnar merely grumbled in response, his pride bruised.
Nalia, with a hint of triumph in her smile, raised her hand, drawing attention to the ring on her index finger. It pulsed with a dark, ominous aura, akin to the shadow of death itself. ¡°Besides, we''ve already secured our victory,¡± she declared. ¡°The guardian now answers to us.¡±
Interlude 8
Tristan POV:
As Tristan''s forces navigated the city''s ruins, an unsettling silence engulfed them. The spectacle of Thorian and his monstrous army''s formidable might had instilled a palpable sense of dread. Eyes wide with shock, soldiers trembled at the mere thought of the havoc wreaked by the beasts.
General Henry, observing the fear-ridden faces, decided to intervene. With a sly wink at Tristan, he paused, turning to address the troops.
"I''ve noticed an unusual quiet among you, a typically boisterous crew," he began, his voice tinged with humor. "Perhaps I should thank those monsters for achieving what I couldn¡¯t in years."
Tristan, taken aback by the General''s levity in such grim circumstances, watched as a few soldiers responded with tentative chuckles. To slice through such tension with humor, the mark of a seasoned leader, he mused.
"Why the long faces?" General Henry continued, his laughter echoing amidst the rubble. "You should be celebrating. The guardians we were destined to confront have been vanquished with barely a scratch on our side."
His words, a blatant spin on their grim reality, drew laughter from the ranks, momentarily easing their anxiety.
"And as for those monsters," Henry added with confidence, "fear not. They''ve merely received their divine powers before us. But rest assured, we will soon rise to their level."
General Henry surveyed his troops, his eyes glinting with resolve. A broad smile spread across his face as he spoke, his tone imbued with hope. "Instead of fear, embrace anticipation. What we''ve witnessed is a preview of our own potential. Imagine wielding the elements, mastering the sword, summoning firestorms that could touch the heavens!" His voice soared with enthusiasm, then softened as he inhaled deeply. "I certainly aspire to that."
Seizing the moment, Tristan stepped forward, bolstering Henry''s message. "General Henry speaks truth. Our path is clear: to vanquish monsters, to gain strength, to ascend in power. Soon, we will overtake those beasts, unnoticed until it''s too late."
His words ignited a fire within the soldiers. Cheers and roars erupted, the air now electric with newfound energy and determination.
As the sounds of celebration faded, Tristan concluded, "Let us return to our mission. Today, we rid this city of its monstrous scourge."
Riding alongside General Henry, Tristan couldn''t hide his admiration. "Sir Henry, your ability to transform morale is truly remarkable. I''ve never witnessed such leadership."
Henry replied with a knowing smirk, "I spoke only the truth." He then gestured to an elder soldier, Robert, to approach. "Seeing your ascension to power, Robert, has rekindled a flame in these weary bones."
Robert, humbled, shook his head. "Sir Henry, I can¡¯t accept such honor."
General Henry''s laughter rang out as he regarded Robert''s formality. "Relax, Robert. There''s no need for such rigid manners among us old-timers. Speak as you would with an old friend, and drop the Sir."
Robert paused, then acquiesced with a respectful nod, "Alright, Henry it is then."
As Robert was about to depart, Tristan beckoned him to stay. "Sir Robert, a moment, please. There''s something I need to ask you."
Curious, Robert reined his horse beside the prince. "Yes, Your Grace?"
Tristan, with a hint of urgency, delved into his query. "Earlier, when confronting the monster king, you asked him a question. Did you recognize him?"
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Robert scratched his head, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "Well, I''m not entirely sure, but he did remind me of the creature that captured me in the forest, just before the apocalypse."
"Captive?" Tristan''s interest piqued.
"It was an odd encounter," Robert admitted. "We found them in the forest, and just when it seemed he would kill me and little Roo, he suddenly changed his mind. He demanded axes from the city, holding Roo as a guarantee. After I complied, we were held in a cave until nightfall."
Tristan pondered this. "He likely wanted to avoid early detection. Go on."
Nodding, Robert continued, "As night fell, he escorted us to the city gates. That''s when he hinted about the plaza. I believe he knew the statues would manifest there."
Tristan''s gaze was contemplative as he pondered the nature of the monster. "This creature exhibits a cunning and awareness uncommon even among humans. And his prior knowledge of the statues... Do you truly think the monster king is the same white-furred being you encountered?"
Robert chuckled, albeit with a hint of resignation. "I know that it sounds insane. But other than the fur, they do look very similar. More importantly, their presence and aura are exactly similar. That white-furred creature had that same dignity and kingly presence."
Tristan stroked his chin, deep in thought. "If your hunch is correct, it suggests these monsters might possess shape-shifting abilities, or perhaps this is a more advanced form. Intriguing... If we can indeed communicate with this king, it could alter our approach, especially if he''s not inclined towards senseless violence."
Robert, however, cautioned, "Your graces, these are merely my thoughts. They could be wrong."
Tristan responded with a light chuckle. "And I, too, am merely pondering possibilities."
After a brief pause, Tristan locked eyes with Robert. "Sir Robert, it may be premature, but I have a request. Once we reclaim the city, I''d like you to serve as bodyguard to my brother, James."
Robert bowed slightly, "It would be my honor, Your Grace. But, may I ask if my grandson could accompany us? Our home is destroyed, and I fear for his safety."
"Absolutely," Tristan replied warmly. "James is quite fond of him. His frail health makes it challenging to find true companions."
Robert''s expression lit up with gratitude. "Thank you, my lord. Your kindness is beyond words."
As Tristan turned his gaze forward, he announced, "We''ve arrived at our destination."
As Tristan and his entourage approached the city hall, the grandeur of the four towering statues in the plaza was a sight to behold. Their destination, however, lay beyond this impressive display.
Upon arrival, Tristan issued his command to the assembled forces: ¡°Secure the perimeter, ensure no one, man or monster, breaches this area.¡±
¡°Immediately, Your Grace,¡± came the unified response from the knights.
Inside the city hall, Tristan led his group to the reception area. There, amidst a sea of parchments and tomes, sat the familiar elderly receptionist. His usual indifferent gaze now sparkled with a hint of curiosity.
Tristan stepped forward and cleared his throat, capturing the old man''s attention. "We have completed the guardian quest," he declared.
The receptionist looked up, a rare gleam of interest in his eyes. "Indeed? That is quite unexpected," he said, rifling through his papers to find the relevant document. His aged hands moved with surprising agility as he marked the quest as complete.
As he did so, a subtle change permeated the room. The air shimmered faintly, and a sense of transformation hung unspoken among them.
Then, without warning, the ground shook violently, throwing Tristan and others off balance.
General Henry, regaining his footing amidst the tremors, exclaimed in frustration, "What on earth is happening?!"
As the quaking subsided, Oswald beckoned them urgently. "Everyone, over here!"
Tristan, following Oswald''s lead to the window, was struck dumb by the spectacle unfolding before him. The city, once marred by destruction, was transforming. The debris of collapsed buildings dissolved into sparkling light, absorbed by the city walls. Before their eyes, the walls regenerated, stronger and more majestic than before, shimmering with an ethereal glow.
"The fortress system has been activated," the receptionist casually remarked, eyes still on his book. "Step outside for a clearer view."
With a nod to the receptionist, Tristan led the group outside, their astonishment only deepening.
Robert voiced the confusion they all felt. "What is happening?"
They stood, transfixed, as the once-familiar plaza underwent a dramatic change. The four statues that had adorned it were now replaced by four distinct buildings, each proudly bearing its own banner.
Chapter 105: Darkflame Qi
As the twin suns of Wolvendale began their ascent, Thorian stirred to life, greeting a new day. Dressing himself, he paused, his nose wrinkling in distaste. "They''re starting to smell," he muttered, eyeing his clothes critically. Determined not to carry the stench of decay throughout the day, he flung open the window and commenced a meticulous cleaning of his robe using orbs of water. The robust fabric resisted damage, easily withstanding the gentle onslaught of the waterballs.
He allowed the robe a moment to air-dry before donning it once more and proceeding to the living room. There, sprawled in peaceful slumber, lay the direwolf king, Harald. "Harald, time to rise," Thorian coaxed, gently nudging the immense creature. Harald''s response was a yawn, more akin to a formidable howl, before his gaze settled on Thorian.
"Morning already?" Harald observed, his eyes registering the bright sunlight streaming through the window. "I haven''t slept this soundly in ages. There''s nothing quite like rest after a day''s toil."
Thorian smiled, a sense of satisfaction warming him. "It''s good to hear, but a long day awaits us," he said, heading for the door with Harald trailing.
"What''s the agenda today?" Harald inquired, now fully alert.
Thorian glanced back, a spark of determination in his eyes. "No day with me is ever idle. Today, we take on the fourth floor of the Verdant Labyrinth."
Harald''s grin widened in anticipation. "Exciting indeed. With the dungeons we''re set to conquer, I might just evolve today."
"Lucky indeed," Thorian chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "My own evolution is on the horizon for tomorrow."
With their paths diverging for the day, Harald retreated to the outskirts of the village to refine his mana control. Thorian, meanwhile, set his sights on the Cultivation Center.
Arriving at the center''s main building, Thorian exhaled a breath of relief. ''Fortunate no one''s here,'' he thought. ''The stench of my own cultivation residue is enough; I don''t need to endure anyone else''s.''
As he stepped inside, the two hall masters emerged from their inner chamber, their faces lighting up in recognition.
"Ah, the Village Lord graces us with his presence," greeted Jing Xu, the yin master, with a hint of formality. "Your arrival was much anticipated."
Lie Jie, nodding in agreement, added, "To forge a village of diverse beings and command such a multitude of species ¨C truly remarkable. I''ve been eager to meet the man behind such a feat."
Thorian cut to the chase. "I''m here to assess my Qi affinity," he declared, motioning towards the inner chamber, "and to procure a fitting movement skill."
"Let''s proceed step by step," Jing Xu suggested, approaching Thorian. "First, we''ll examine your affinity."
As the elder in purple robes laid his hand on Thorian''s back, a rush of Qi surged through Thorian''s veins, swirling towards his dantian.
"You''ve already embarked on your cultivation journey," observed Jing Xu, removing his hand. "And you''re channeling dark flame qi, no less. Astounding."
"Dark flame qi?" Lie Jie interjected, his composure slipping momentarily. "Are you certain?"
"Would I be mistaken?" Jing Xu countered, casting a knowing glance at Lie Jie, who found himself at a loss for words.
Turning his attention back to Thorian, Jing Xu pondered. "Your situation is indeed intriguing, Village Lord. Given your potent flame qi, the Yang path seems a natural fit. Yet, the unique nature of your dark flame qi suggests a remarkable yin affinity as well."
Thorian arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "What implications does that have for me?"
"It means the choice is yours," Jing Xu replied with a casual shrug. "Which path will you tread? Yin or Yang?"
After a moment''s contemplation, Thorian chuckled softly. "What if I chose both?"
Jing Xu''s brow furrowed in confusion, while Lie Jie erupted into laughter. "Our lord is truly audacious! Why limit himself to one path when he can master both?"
Jing Xu paused, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "It''s true, you have the freedom to choose both paths. But are you prepared for the slower progression that comes with such a choice?"
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"A slower pace may ensure a more stable journey," Thorian countered confidently. "If my affinity permits this path, it would be wasteful not to explore it."
"Then we shall support your decision," Jing Xu conceded, turning towards the inner chamber. "Come, let''s proceed to the skill selection."
The trio ventured into the inner room, where Thorian invested in four skills, each costing 500 Arcane Coins: Silken Step Drift, Blazing Wind Charge, Whispering Willow Strike, and Crashing Thunder Punch.
Thorian was eager to test his new skills, but he prioritized his cultivation. Settling into one of the rooms, he commenced his meditation. Familiar with the Qi paths of his new body, he found the process less demanding than before. The hours slipped by effortlessly, and before long, he opened his eyes, the session complete.
Display Panel.
Ding
| Race |
Flame Kobold |
| Level |
25/30 (exp: 2390/9500) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
22/40 (exp: 543/10000) |
| Lifespan |
40 years |
| Cultivation realm |
Qi Gathering Fifth Stage (45.9%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
111 |
| Agility |
123 |
| Constitution |
102 |
| Mana |
104 |
| Qi |
100 |
| Free Points |
20 |
As expected, it¡¯s going to take longer and longer to pass through stages now. Good thing I started early.
Thorian diligently cleared away the remnants of his meditation before departing the Cultivation Hall. His next stop was the Village Hall, where he met with Melina for a briefing on the latest advancements of his fighters. Remarkable progress had been made: the kobloid fighters and the yet-to-evolve goblins had now transformed into full-fledged kobolds and hobgoblins, respectively. The evolution of the hobgoblins was particularly noteworthy, as their class abilities seemed to influence their evolutionary paths. Priest goblins became Shaman Apprentices, warriors turned into Battleward Grunts, assassins evolved into Veilblade Novices, and magi ascended to Spellweave Acolytes. This evolution endowed them with specialized and potent skills, further honing their capabilities in their respective roles.
The village''s blacksmiths and alchemists had also made significant strides. After several days of intensive training, they were now adept at equipping the army with essential gear, ranging from weapons to mana and healing pills. While the craftsmanship of these items couldn''t yet match the quality of dungeon-acquired gear, their abundance was a key asset.
Concluding his discussion with Melina, Thorian ascended to the upper level for a council meeting. "Firstly, I extend a warm welcome to our new council members, Elder Omn, Elder Jarv, and Elder Yur," he greeted, receiving a unified bow of gratitude in response.
Thorian then outlined the purpose of the meeting. "Today''s agenda is brief. We''ve focused heavily on expansion recently, but now it''s time to consolidate our gains. The battle against the guardians last night was a valuable experience in unity and trust-building. However, nothing can replace the time spent together in fortifying our bonds. I propose a temporary halt to our expansion endeavors. Are there any objections?"
He surveyed the room, particularly the three elders, awaiting their response to his strategic shift towards consolidation.
¡°My lord, but wouldn¡¯t that stop our growth?¡± Forlune responded. ¡°The more people we have, the more buildings we can make, and these buildings give us so much power.¡±
¡°I must concur with Forlune, my lord,¡± Vigil chimed in, his tone earnest. ¡°The capacity to enhance our buildings and halls is a treasure not to be squandered.¡±
¡°True, extensive expansion offers substantial benefits,¡± Thorian mused thoughtfully. ¡°Yet, reckless enlargement without consolidation could lead to our internal collapse. We must ensure we remain a unified entity, rather than a disjointed collection of self-serving factions.¡±
¡°You demonstrate profound wisdom, my lord,¡± Elder Omn interjected with a nod of respect. ¡°At present, our tribe is still within our control. If a few dissenters arise, we can swiftly address them. However, with unchecked expansion, such malcontents could easily blend in, spreading their dissent unnoticed.¡±
A contemplative silence followed the elder¡¯s words. Then Zogarth, with a reluctant click of his tongue, admitted, ¡°I dislike siding with the goblin, but I find myself in agreement.¡± His gaze shifted to Thorian. ¡°Your plan for consolidation seems ideal, my lord. It will allow us time to fortify ourselves, making any future expansion more manageable.¡±
Thorian nodded. ¡°A week of consolidation should suffice. After that, we can resume expanding our forces, albeit more cautiously.¡±
With no further objections, Thorian steered the meeting forward. ¡°Now, let''s discuss today''s agenda. We''ll continue our dungeon diving in the usual rotation, but we''ll also allocate time for our fighters to cultivate their skills and train under their guild masters.¡± His eyes met those of the two generals. ¡°I trust you to handle the details of this arrangement.¡±
¡°Is that all, king?¡± Ventus interjected, a hint of mischief in his voice. ¡°Surely, there¡¯s room for some excitement.¡±
Thorian let out a sigh, but his lips curled into a smile. ¡°Not every day needs to be filled with thrill, Ventus. But today, we shall indulge. After completing our tasks, our main parties will take on the fourth layer of the Verdant Labyrinth.¡±
Chapter 106: Stink Mixer
As the meeting adjourned, the members dispersed, leaving Thorian alone in the lingering silence. He inhaled deeply, steeling himself for the challenges ahead. Descending the stairs, Thorian methodically accepted his daily quests, a routine that anchored his mornings. His steps then led him to the magus guild, where he added another quest to his list before emerging into the daylight.
The guild master''s voice halted his departure. ¡°My lord, aren''t you training in mana infusion today?¡±
Thorian paused, his thoughts momentarily adrift. ¡°Indeed, I will,¡± he replied, shaking his head as if to clear it. ¡°But first, there are pressing matters I must attend to, lest I exhaust myself prematurely.¡±
Fizzlegrin, the guild master, chuckled knowingly. ¡°Very well, my lord. I shall not keep you from your duties.¡±
With a nod of acknowledgment, Thorian stepped outside, setting his sights on the Alchemy Lab. The village, now fully awake, buzzed with activity around him, a stark contrast to the quietude of his morning.
The Alchemy Lab stood unassumingly amidst the village bustle, its plain wooden structure and singular room betraying no hint of the wonders within. Its only telltale sign of life was the constant plume of smoke from its chimney.
Approaching the lab, Thorian was greeted by a goblin alchemist, who bowed respectfully. ¡°My lord, your presence honors us,¡± the goblin said.
¡°I''m here for a brief visit and to discuss today''s focus,¡± Thorian announced.
¡°Of course, my lord. Allow me to show you around,¡± the goblin offered, gesturing for Thorian to lead the way.
Inside the lab, Thorian observed rows of tables where goblins and kobolds, deeply engrossed in their craft, pulverized ingredients, blended pastes, and tended to mixtures simmering over the fire. The air was thick with the scent of arcane alchemy, and the hum of diligent work filled the room.
As expected, they are all working on pills.
"My lord, as you can observe, everyone here is devoted to crafting mana and healing pills for our fighters," the goblin guide gestured expansively. A sly grin then crept onto his face. "Though, admittedly, some are more proficient than others."
Another goblin, flashing a mischievous grin, piped up. "Indeed, my lord. My success rate stands at a remarkable 15%¡ªa level my colleagues fondly refer to as ¡®eminently inconsistent.''"
Laughter rippled through the group at this shared jest. Thorian, amused, joined in. "Well, I must commend your unique proficiency. Achieving such a level of ¡®eminent expertise'' is no small feat."
Surveying the room again, Thorian noted the diligent work of the goblins and kobolds. His eyes then drifted to the far end, where a solitary figure busied himself with potion flasks.
Curiosity piqued, Thorian inquired about the lone alchemist. "And who is that?"
The self-proclaimed expert chuckled. "Oh, that''s just the stink mixer."
"The kobold there has an odd fascination with those green potions," the guide added, lightly dismissive. "We''ve told him they''re unpleasant and unwanted, but he persists."
Thorian arched an eyebrow, his interest further kindled by their words. An outlier among his peers, then.
"I''d like to speak with him," Thorian declared, striding towards the kobold. The surrounding alchemists watched, perplexed but silent.
Approaching the potion mixer, Thorian prepared his inquiry. "Potion mixer, may I have a moment of your time?"
The kobold turned, initially indifferent, but his demeanor transformed upon recognizing Thorian. "My Lord! What brings you to my humble corner?"
Intrigued by the unorthodox approach of the potion maker, Thorian smiled warmly. "I''m curious about your choice to pursue potions over pills, considering your colleagues'' preferences."
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The kobold responded with a blend of humility and confidence. "My lord, I simply find a deeper connection with liquids."
Thorian''s eyes twinkled with amusement. "A preference for liquids, eh? That''s as good a reason as any."
Regaining his composure, Thorian delved deeper. "So, tell me about your potion-making journey. What discoveries have you made?"
"My knowledge may be modest," the kobold began, "but I''ve made some advances I find quite significant."
"Do go on," Thorian encouraged, his interest piqued.
"The art of potion making, my lord, is a delicate balance of knowledge and intuition," the kobold started, gesturing towards the simple setup around him. "For this detoxification potion, the process is straightforward but requires patience and temperature control."
He picked up a flask filled with a clear liquid, holding it up to the light. "We start with distilled moonwell water. To this, I add crushed leaves of the silverthorn plant." He demonstrated, sprinkling a fine green powder into the flask. "Silverthorn is potent in cleansing toxins from the body, but in its raw form, causes quite a pesky rash."
The kobold then moved to the fireplace, where several flasks were gently simmering over the flames. "Heat is crucial," he explained. "Too little, and the ingredients won''t infuse properly; too much, and you risk destroying their delicate properties. This potion must simmer just below boiling for precisely one hour, otherwise you keep the rash instead of the detoxification properties."
The kobold then scratched the back of his neck, revealing a red spot behind his fur. He then carefully stirred the mixture with a long, slender rod. "Constant stirring ensures even distribution of heat and prevents any sediment from settling at the bottom."
The potion maker sighed, his voice tinged with resignation. "The only issue is the potion''s odor and flavor are rather unpleasant."
Thorian couldn''t suppress a chuckle. "Concerned about the taste and smell, are we? Fear not. We warriors are undeterred by such trifles, as long as the potion serves its purpose."
Grateful, the potion maker dipped his head in acknowledgment. "Thank you, my lord, for your understanding."
As their conversation neared its end, Thorian posed one final question. "What''s your success rate with this potion?"
After a brief pause, the potion maker replied, "I believe one in four potions are potent enough to be of use to you, my lord. It has gotten better with time."
Thorian''s eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and respect. He laughed heartily, not in mockery but in genuine appreciation. Turning to address the other alchemists, he called out, "Hear that? A 25% success rate. What would you call that? ''Consistently expert''?"
His jest drew laughter from some, particularly the kobolds, while the boastful goblin and the guide managed only a strained chuckle.
Brushing aside the mirth, Thorian continued, "As it stands, I''m in need of these detoxification potions for an imminent expedition, not healing or mana pills. We have plenty of those."
He then placed a reassuring hand on the potion maker''s shoulder. "Tell me, youngling, what''s your name?"
The potion maker introduced himself with a hint of pride, "I am known as Hamur, a name bestowed upon me by the elven maiden."
"Pleased to meet you, Hamur," Thorian responded with a warm smile. "Today, I''d like you to impart your potion-making skills to your peers. Can you manage that?"
Hamur chuckled confidently. "Absolutely, my lord."
Thorian nodded approvingly and patted Hamur''s shoulder. "Good. I''ll need twenty detoxification potions by nightfall. I trust you''ll meet the expectation."
With those words, Thorian departed the Alchemy Lab, his mind already shifting to the other tasks awaiting him.
First on his agenda were the dungeons. Joined by his team, Thorian efficiently navigated the familiar challenges. His prior experiences, coupled with improved equipment and strength, rendered the dungeons less daunting. The Verdant Labyrinth, even up to its third level, felt almost leisurely, and the only real test in the Thunderous Citadel was its labyrinth¡ªa puzzle he had long since mastered. Thus, in a mere five hours, Thorian completed his dungeon runs and returned to the village, ready for the next part of his day.
Thorian''s next endeavor led him to the magus guild to complete his remaining quests. His adept Mana Control made short work of the initial task, allowing him to swiftly transition to mana infusion training. Immersed in a state of deep concentration, the lord efficiently channeled mana into the drained stones, one after another. Time blurred around him, and two hours slipped by unnoticed. By the session''s end, he had successfully infused 19% of all stones, edging tantalizingly close to reaching expert proficiency.
Mindful of his physical and mental well-being, Thorian chose to conclude his mana infusion for the day. He collected 150 Mystic Marks for his completed guild quests and exited the guild''s grounds.
Outside, dusk had given way to night. The sky, now a tapestry of stars, was gracefully illuminated by the two moons in their celestial dance. The moons, suspended in harmony, cast a serene glow over the village and the encompassing forest. Thorian paused, allowing himself a fleeting moment to be captivated by the night''s allure.
Yet, this moment of tranquility was brief. The most significant and demanding task of his day still awaited him.
Chapter 107: A Full Day of Boring Work
Thorian strode into the Alchemist''s Lab, his presence commanding the immediate attention of those within. "I trust that you have all completed my quota for the day," he declared with an air of expectation.
Hamur, the chief alchemist, responded without hesitation, gesturing towards a neatly arranged stack of potions on a nearby table. "Of course, my lord," he said, his voice tinged with pride.
Thorian''s gaze fell upon the potions, inspecting one closely. Its contents, a light green liquid interspersed with dark green clumps, appeared far from appetizing. Yet, there was an undeniable aura of potency about it, not that he could not smell it seeping through the cork.
Satisfied, Thorian nodded in approval. "Excellent. I''ll take one for myself. I will have the rest of the party members come and claim theirs," he instructed, placing the potion securely in his possession.
"As you wish, my lord," Hamur replied, bowing slightly.
With the potions secured, Thorian departed for the Village Hall, where he was to rendezvous with Forlune and Zogarth. Upon his arrival, he posed a direct question, "Are the four teams ready?"
Forlune, brimming with anticipation for the battle ahead, flashed a confident grin. "More ready than ever," he declared.
"We''re all waiting for your orders," Zogarth added, his tone serious and unwavering.
"Good," Thorian responded, his nod conveying both approval and command. "Then have everyone go to the Alchemist Lab. The detoxification potions are waiting for them."
"De-detoxifilication potions? What does that even mean?" Forlune queried, his eyebrow arching in curiosity.
"It cleanses toxins. The guardian of the fourth floor uses a poison cloud," Thorian explained, his voice laced with the gravity of the situation. "These potions are a precautionary measure, in case of emergency."
"Understood, my lord," Zogarth responded, his voice solemn, his nod full of respect. "I''ll make sure everyone is equipped with the potions you''ve generously provided."
Forlune, ever the brash warrior, shrugged nonchalantly. "Sure, I''ll go too. But I doubt they''re necessary. This body of mine can resist any poison you can imagine."
Thorian allowed himself a small smirk at Forlune''s boastful remark, yet he chose not to engage. Instead, he waited patiently as the two figures left the Village Hall, their silhouettes melting into the darkness of the night.
Well, this will indeed be a chance for you to learn more about this world... and about your own limits, Thorian mused silently.
With Forlune and Zogarth now out of sight, Thorian''s attention turned to his status window. After a day filled with combat, he anticipated some minor updates, curious to see the fruits of his labor and the toll of his battles.
Display Panel.
Ding
| Race |
Flame Kobold |
| Level |
26/30 (exp: 9756/12000) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
23/40 (exp: 6402/14000) |
| Lifespan |
40 years |
| Cultivation realm |
Qi Gathering Fifth Stage (45.9%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
113 |
| Agility |
124 |
| Constitution |
103 |
| Mana |
104 |
| Qi |
100 |
| Free Points |
25 |
As Thorian contemplated his nearing second evolution, a rare smile played upon his lips. I am getting close to that second evolution, he thought, his mind alive with anticipation. The rewards of the human quest had been bountiful, and he was eager to see what rare variant would be offered to him next.
For a fleeting moment, his heart fluttered with excitement¡ªa sensation so uncommon for him, yet entirely fitting given the circumstances.
Glancing over his status panel, he noted that it remained largely unchanged since his last check. The free points he had accrued were indeed tempting to use, but given his already formidable stats, he felt no urgency. It was wiser to reserve them for unforeseen emergencies.
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Reflecting on his current abilities, Thorian couldn''t help but feel a sense of pride. My stats have grown exceptionally. I possess the strength and constitution of a warrior, the agility of an assassin, and the mana pool of a magus. And with my newly acquired movement martial techniques, I can confidently say I have no significant weaknesses.
However, despite these formidable skills, Thorian had yet to test his two new martial skills in battle. None of his encounters that day had posed a sufficient challenge to necessitate their use.
Making his way out of the Village Hall, Thorian stepped into the quiet of the night. The twin moons hung low in the sky, casting a surreal glow over the village inhabited by the kobolds and goblins. Their soft murmurs and the distant howls blended into the background as he approached an empty lot beyond the Altar, encircled by the sea of tree trunks.
The air was cool against his skin, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth. Thorian closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. The world seemed to hush in anticipation. He felt the pulse of the village, the soft tread of nocturnal creatures, and the twin moons'' gentle gaze upon him.
He started with the Yin path. Thorian, his solid frame belying the fluid grace about to unfold, initiated the "Silken Step Drift." His movements echoed the rhythm of the night ¨C like flowing water, each step carrying him effortlessly across the ground. The soft rustle of his clothing was the only sound, merging with the night''s whispers.
As he weaved his intricate dance, Thorian''s mind delved deeper into his movements, each one a testament to adaptability and finesse. He imagined himself as part of the night, moving with a tranquility that belied the precision and strength behind each gesture.
Transitioning into the Yin fist technique, his arms moved with a deceptive softness, akin to willow branches swaying in a gentle breeze. Yet, each strike was deliberate, a whisper of power targeting key pressure points. The air around his fists hummed, each tap resonating with the quiet strength of a master, in harmony with the night''s serene energy.
Pausing, Thorian let out a soft chuckle. "Well, that does it for the Yin path," he murmured to himself, feeling the Qi within him dance and swirl. He allowed it to settle, flowing back to his dantian, leaving a trail of calm in its wake.
Now for the Yang path.
His demeanor shifted, energy igniting like a newly kindled flame. Each step was a burst of energy, propelling him forward with raw power. He transformed into a living tempest, the air around him crackling with dynamic force.
Finally, Thorian unleashed the Yang fist technique. Each punch was an explosive display of power, echoing the raw ferocity of a storm. The impacts resonated like thunder, and each strike let out a small shockwave, primed to destroy anything it touched.
After rigorously testing his new skills, Thorian pondered deeply, his fingers idly stroking his furry chin. The Dark Flame Palm still surpasses these new fist techniques in strength, he mused. But the real challenge lies in seamlessly transitioning from the movement skill to the Dark Flame Palm. That will require dedicated training.
His contemplation was interrupted by a voice. "King, we are now ready."
Thorian''s gaze shifted to his two generals, who stood with their main teams, poised for departure. They were well-equipped, each member adorned with a pouch for their items, signifying their readiness for the journey ahead.
"Good, let''s not delay," Thorian replied, striding towards his generals. "Summon your direwolves; we move now."
"Right away, my king," the kobolds responded in chorus.
The main teams were a familiar and formidable assembly: the original four kobold magi, Vigil, Forlune''s seasoned warrior team, and even Vivax and Lapis. The ranks included goblins too, such as the three elders, Omn, Jarvis, and Yur, alongside some of the goblin champions.
In total, excluding Thorian and the two generals, there were seventeen members, each recognized as the strongest individuals currently in Wolvendale.
Thorian reached out telepathically to Harald. ''Harald, it¡¯s time we move.''
Harald''s response came swiftly, tinged with his usual impatience. ''Finally, I was beginning to think you had lost your edge, considering how dull these past two days have been.''
A chuckle escaped Thorian at Harald''s remark. ''Only you would find a full day''s work boring. Anyway, meet me at the outer gate,'' he replied, ready to embark on their next endeavor.
Severing the telepathic link, Thorian led his assembled teams out of the village. They quickly found themselves under the night sky, where the king of the direwolves awaited their arrival. Mounting his formidable steed, Thorian took the lead, guiding the raid group towards the Verdant Labyrinth. Their familiarity with the dungeon''s terrain, coupled with Thorian''s unerring sense of direction, made their nocturnal journey surprisingly swift and uneventful.
In mere minutes, they arrived at their destination: a colossal hollowed tree that stood as a silent sentinel at the labyrinth''s entrance. The tree, both foreboding and inviting, marked the beginning of their next formidable challenge.
Thorian halted his mount, turning to address his assembled warriors. "Before we enter, listen carefully," he began, his voice resonating with authority. "Our initial progression toward the golden grotto should proceed as usual. The real challenge lies beyond. The gilded spiketail is merely a subguardian of the fourth floor. Our true adversary is a treant, an entity both living and dead, intelligent yet instinct-driven. It exhales toxic fumes capable of incapacitating even the mightiest warrior."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in, then continued, "Our optimal strategy is to engage it from a distance with magic. If that proves infeasible, our fallback plan is direct combat. Enter the fray, hold your breath as long as you can, and strive to end the battle before your lungs give out."
Finally, Thorian produced the green potion he had earlier secured. "If all else fails, resort to this. It''s vile, it will induce vomiting for a prolonged period, but it could very well save your life." With this solemn warning, Thorian prepared to lead his team into the depths of the Verdant Labyrinth, each member acutely aware of the dangers that lay ahead.
Chapter 108: Caustic Confrontation
The teams swiftly gathered, with Thorian handpicking Vigil, Aqua, Ventus, and Caedar as his allies. The others formed their groups with equal efficiency. Thorian, assuming a commanding presence, addressed the crowd. ¡°Once any team completes their run, exit the dungeon immediately. There''s no need to linger over the spoils. We''ll distribute those later.¡±
Zogarth, with a nod of respect, replied, ¡°As you wish, king.¡±
Confident his instructions were clear, Thorian signaled his team to advance. Together, they stepped into the verdant depths of the Labyrinth''s fourth floor.
The initial segments of the dungeon, much like the floors below, offered familiar challenges. Armored beetles, Thorned Stalkers, and the formidable Fungi Bear fell swiftly to their coordinated assault. The myriad of traps, from sprouting spikes to quicksand pits, were mere nuisances to their practiced expertise.
Their journey led them to the gilded sanctuary of the Armored Gilded Spiketail. Thorian, wasting no time, unleashed a devastating combination of Fire Pillar and Tornado. The behemoth writhed as it was consumed by the inferno.
Ventus, wearing a mischievous grin, chimed in. ¡°Save some fun for me!¡± With a flourish, he cast Tornado, wrenching the charred creature skyward. Burnt fragments and flesh rained down, caught in the whirlwind''s grasp.
¡°Time for the grand finale,¡± Ventus declared, his voice tinged with excitement. He conjured a massive fireball, its size dwarfing him, its intense heat palpable even to Thorian. The air crackled with anticipation as Ventus readied his fiery spectacle.
Aqua, meanwhile, grunted and swiftly conjured a water shield, enveloping himself and Vigil within its protective embrace to fend off the intense heat.
Unmindful of his companions'' situation, Ventus hurled the gargantuan fireball into the heart of the swirling Tornado. The result was a visual marvel, akin to Thorian¡¯s earlier display. Flames danced wildly, lashing every corner of the grotto and striking its ceiling with unyielding vigor.
As the inferno gradually subsided, all that remained of the Gilded Spiketail was a shimmering trail of colorful dust.
¡°So, how was that, king?¡± Ventus asked, swelling with pride. ¡°I''m as strong as you now, right?¡±
Thorian, with a roll of his eyes and a light tap on Ventus''s shoulder, responded, ¡°Impressive skills, indeed. But, you might be rushing a bit, don''t you think?¡±
Without further ado, Thorian mounted his direwolf, Harald, and leaped into the scorched grotto. ¡°Let¡¯s move. We can¡¯t afford to dawdle.¡±
Ventus, grinning, quickly followed. Caedar sighed, ¡°I didn¡¯t even get a chance to act.¡±
Vigil, with a chuckle, clapped him on the back. ¡°That''s just how it goes sometimes. Aqua and I didn¡¯t do much either, but our time will come.¡±
With that, the trio followed their king into the grotto, riding their steeds. The path led them to a cave unlike any they had encountered on the previous floors. Narrow and tall, it allowed passage only in single file, forbidding side-by-side travel.
As minutes ticked by and the direwolves navigated the muddy, damp cavern, Thorian detected a distinct, unfamiliar scent in the air.
¡°We¡¯re nearing our goal,¡± Thorian declared with a note of urgency. ¡°As soon as we exit this cave, hold your breath. This will be a race against time, and I trust you all know your roles well enough to act without explicit instructions.¡±
¡°We''re seasoned warriors, not novices,¡± Ventus retorted with a click of his tongue. ¡°If you still need to guide us after all our battles, we''d be a disgrace to kobolds everywhere.¡±
Vigil, unable to suppress a chuckle, added, ¡°Don''t worry, king. We''re all keenly aware of what we must do.¡±
¡°Well, I have my doubts,¡± Aqua interjected, giving Ventus a pointed look. ¡°Just stick to the plan and don''t go rogue, alright?¡±
¡°I could say the same to you,¡± retorted Ventus, punctuating his words with a casual yawn.
While Thorian observed their familiar banter, he remained focused on the path ahead. Light gradually infiltrated the darkness of the tunnel, signaling their approach to the end.
¡°We''ve reached the cave''s exit,¡± announced Harald, his deep voice cutting through the chatter and drawing everyone''s attention. They all took deep, preparatory breaths.
Exiting the cave, they were immediately immersed in an otherworldly landscape. Black tree roots snaked across the ground, and a purple haze hung thick in the air. A roar-like rustle from deep within the chamber heralded the commencement of their battle.
The roots sprang to life, moving with lethal speed to ensnare and impale the intruders. The direwolves, led by Harald, nimbly evaded the onslaught. Meanwhile, Thorian''s gaze swept across the terrain, assessing their ominous surroundings.
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Surveying the scene, Thorian¡¯s keen eyes soon fixated on a shadowed alcove high above the battlefield. This rugged, natural platform, nestled high in the cavern, offered a strategic vantage point. To reach it, one would have to navigate a perilous path along the cavern''s wall.
He clapped his hands sharply to capture his team''s attention, then pointed decisively at the alcove. The unspoken understanding among them was immediate.
The direwolves sprang into action, deftly maneuvering through the labyrinth of roots, using them as stepping stones to gain elevation. They ascended the cavern''s muddy walls with agile leaps, finally landing on the alcove.
Upon reaching this higher altitude, Thorian exhaled, relieved to find the air less toxic. ¡°Vigil, Aqua, Ventus, stay here and cover us. The roots won¡¯t reach this high,¡± he commanded. Then, turning to Caedar, ¡°You and I will confront the treant. We must shatter its core, or it will continue to spawn these roots.¡±
¡°Understood,¡± Caedar responded, his face set in determination.
Wasting no time, Thorian signaled Harald, who leapt back into the fray. Caedar, atop his own direwolf, followed suit.
They charged, Harald''s paws shimmering with mana, disintegrating any root that dared to obstruct their path. With remarkable speed, they closed in on the treant guardian, the wind''s force nearly wrenching Thorian from his mount.
But Thorian held firm. Powered by Harald''s extraordinary velocity, they rapidly traversed the remaining distance, confronting the towering treant''s formidable presence.
In the heart of the cavern towered the treant, a formidable fusion of arboreal might and monstrous dread. Its dark, gnarled bark was inscribed with luminescent runes, and from its base, aggressive roots reached out like serpentine tendrils. Branch-like appendages, armed with wooden spikes, swayed with a sinister intent. The treant''s visage, a nightmarish blend of wood and malice, bore glowing green eyes set in hollow sockets and a maw lined with splintered, jagged teeth. Exuding an aura of decay, the treant''s very presence seemed to wither the surrounding flora and permeate the air with a noxious haze. Despite its colossal stature, it moved with an unnerving swiftness, capable of crushing its foes with a terrifyingly raw force ¨C a true manifestation of nature¡¯s vengeful side.
But Thorian''s gaze was locked on one specific aspect: the red glow deep within the treant''s hollow eyes, the core. He knew that destroying this core was the only way to vanquish the guardian.
Caedar, riding a direwolf considerably slower than Harald, finally reached Thorian''s side, aided by Aqua¡¯s water magic which cleared his path of ensnaring roots. The kobold warrior was cloaked in a red aura, bracing for the imminent confrontation.
Thorian, through a silent, telepathic command, instructed Harald, ¡°We must breach its defenses and target the eyes. Avoid any spore clouds; they''re infectious.¡±
¡°We shall proceed as so,¡± Harald, the direwolf king, responded.
With this, Thorian and Caedar surged forward. Thorian, leading the charge, aimed directly at the treant¡¯s menacing face. However, the creature rapidly conjured an impenetrable wall of intertwined roots, blocking their advance.
In response, Harald underwent a fierce transformation. His form enlarged, his features grew more menacing, and red streaks blazed across his hide, mirroring the intensity in his eyes.
Harald, channeling green mana into his claws, began tearing through the roots, shredding dozens with each swipe. But their number was overwhelming, and for every root destroyed, another swiftly regenerated in its place.
In the midst of the fierce battle, as Harald fiercely tore through the entangling roots, blossoms began to sprout ominously on the surrounding tendrils.
"Retreat!" Thorian commanded sharply. Without hesitation, Harald obeyed, swiftly withdrawing. The moment they pulled back, the flowers burst open, releasing a dense cloud of spores into the air where they had just been.
Thorian had no time for relief; the situation demanded constant vigilance. He scanned the area, quickly locating Caedar, who was embroiled in a fierce struggle against a relentless onslaught of roots. Catching the warrior''s attention with a sharp clap, Thorian gestured for him to fall back. Caedar, understanding immediately, cut through the roots with lethal precision, his blade glowing with an intense aura.
Once they had put some distance between themselves and the treant, Thorian commenced his spellcasting. Winds began to swirl violently around the treant, converging into a vortex of purple energy - the formation of a massive Tornado.
Then, with a silent incantation, Fire Pillar! Thorian unleashed his next spell. Flames roared upwards, engulfing the treant¡¯s colossal form. It writhed in agony as its roots turned to ash, only to regenerate and burn again. The treant¡¯s screams echoed through the cavern, a testament to the relentless cycle of destruction and rebirth.
From his vantage point, Ventus added his support. Summoning his own Tornado, he amplified the conflagration, searing the treant with even fiercer flames. The combined force of their attacks created a spectacle of fire and wind, a relentless assault on the formidable guardian of the cavern.
Amidst the chaos of the battle, the yellow kobold, Ventus, prepared his next formidable spell. With a surge of crackling lightning and a thunderous roar, he conjured a powerful lightning arrow.
Seizing this pivotal moment, Thorian signaled Caedar to brace for their crucial assault. As Ventus¡¯s lightning arrow zipped through the chamber, creating a path of destruction, Thorian and Caedar followed in its electrifying wake.
The lightning spell, accompanied by a resounding explosion, tore through the treant''s weakened root barrier, already battered by the dual fire tornadoes. Thorian and Caedar seized the opportunity, charging through the breach toward the treant''s luminous eyes.
Caedar, his body wreathed in a fierce aura, leapt from his direwolf, sword at the ready. Thorian, harnessing his yin qi, executed his Silken Step Drift. With a swift, graceful leap, he departed Harald''s back, reaching the treant''s hollow eyes in an instant. Transforming his qi, Thorian unleashed his Dark Flame Palm, delivering rapid, incisive strikes.
Together, Thorian and Caedar carved a path through the treant''s visage, shattering its eyes. In the midst of their onslaught, Harald charged forward, his claws brimming with concentrated mana. With a decisive swipe, he tore through the exposed red core.
Boom!
The treant emitted a final, anguished cry as its roots withered and crumbled to ashes. Its massive form collapsed, disintegrating into dust and settling lifelessly upon the cavern floor.
Chapter 109: When the Purple Mist Settles
"Congratulations, adventurers," the ethereal lady announced. "You have vanquished the Guardian of the Fourth Layer, the corrupted treant. You''ve shown strength, courage, and exceptional teamwork. The treasure of this layer is yours to claim."
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| Notification |
Dungeon Layer Completion |
| You have successfully cleared the fourth layer of the Verdant Labyrinth. As you are the first to clear this layer of the Verdant Labyrinth, your rewards are doubled. |
| Rewards |
| Arcane Coins |
6000 |
Hearing the dungeon lady''s familiar voice, Thorian''s smile spread across his face. The oppressive purple haze that had once clouded the air had dissipated, revealing the dungeon''s exit portal, now wide open. However, before venturing towards the portal, Thorian paused, his gaze lingering on the scattering ashes of the vanquished boss. As the colorful dust settled, a treasure chest emerged from the remnants.
Atop their direwolves, Aqua, Vigil, and Ventus, who had been observing from a perched alcove, now hastened to Thorian''s side. Vigil, with a hint of dejection in his voice, sighed, "It seems that this time it was me who didn''t have to do much."
"That''s a good thing, isn''t it?" Ventus chimed in, his voice carrying the infectious enthusiasm of youth, his face brightened by a childish grin.
While Thorian was absorbed in their exchange, Harald''s voice intruded upon his thoughts. ''It seems that I have reached the required experience to evolve. I am seeing two possible paths in front of me.''
Intrigued, Thorian inquired, ''What are these two possible evolutions?''
After a brief pause, Harald replied, ''The two evolutions are: Direwolf Lord, and Alpha Storm Direwolf.''
Thorian rubbed his chin thoughtfully, considering the options. ''The Lord class would grant you an immediate surge in power, though its potential for growth is limited. The Storm path, while initially weaker, offers access to elemental spells and could eventually evolve into something far more formidable: the Storm Direwolf Lord.''
Concluding his deliberation, Thorian affirmed, ''The choice is yours to make.''
Harald''s response was resolute. ''The choice is already made. Opting for a fleeting increase in strength over the promise of lasting glory would be folly.''
Thorian simply nodded, his smile undimmed. He dismounted Harald, stepping back to give him space. As he did, Harald''s form began to shimmer with an ethereal light, heralding the onset of his transformation. The air around him crackled with palpable energy, the elements themselves seeming to yield to his command. His direwolf physique, once imposing in its simplicity, now expanded, becoming more regal and formidable. His fur, previously a monochrome grey, now bore streaks of silver and azure, reminiscent of a storm-laden sky. His eyes transformed from a piercing yellow to a vibrant electric blue, exuding a sense of power and wisdom. With the transformation complete, Harald unleashed a thunderous howl, a sound imbued with the very essence of the storm, resonating with his newfound strength and majesty.
Sheltering himself from the swirling winds, Thorian chuckled, admiration evident in his voice. "Harald, you''ve truly surpassed me now."
As the gale subsided, Harald turned towards Thorian, a smile playing on his lupine features. "Only for today, Thorian. I''ll relish this moment before your evolution outshines me tomorrow."
Ventus, eyes wide with surprise, piped up, "You''re evolving tomorrow, King? That''s amazing! I''m still a ways off from my own evolution."
Vigil, ever respectful, bowed gracefully. "Congratulations, my lord. Witnessing your continuous growth is a privilege."
Thorian waved off the accolades. "Let''s hold off on celebrations until tomorrow. Right now, we should focus on collecting our rewards." He glanced at Aqua. "Let''s retrieve what we''ve earned and move on."
Aqua nodded in agreement, "As you command, my king." Approaching the treasure chest, he lifted the lid, releasing a cascade of golden light. Thorian observed, A golden chest. This promises valuable rewards.
Once Aqua had secured the contents in a makeshift pouch, the group stepped through the portal, leaving the verdant maze of the dungeon behind.
Emerging into the Hollowed Tree, Ventus noted their solitude. "Looks like we''re the first to return."
Caedar, ever confident, responded with a smirk. "Naturally. Who else could match our pace with our lord leading us?"
Thorian, slightly bemused by the warrior''s unabashed admiration, shook his head. "Enough with the flattery. Let''s review our gains and plan our next steps."
Aqua, responding to Thorian''s directive with a smile, carefully placed the makeshift pouch on the ground. He opened it, revealing its contents: a collection of skill scrolls, various recipes, a wooden rapier, and a mysterious brown orb.
Thorian, intrigued by the assortment of items, approached the spread. "Let''s begin with the skill scrolls," he suggested, reaching for the parchment rolls.
| Nature''s Blessing Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Priest |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Bestows the passive skill "Nature''s Blessing". This skill allows the wielder to harness the nurturing essence of nature, revitalizing themselves and their allies. Nature''s Blessing gradually restores health over time and provides a protective aura that enhances resistance to elemental damage. The skill also allows for accelerated natural healing, promoting swift recovery from injuries. |
| Wood Entrapment Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Bestows the active skill "Wood Entrapment". This skill enables the wielder to invoke the ancient spirits of the forest, causing roots and vines to erupt from the ground. Wood Entrapment immobilizes enemies, ensnaring them in a thicket of unyielding roots. The skill also weakens the defenses of trapped foes, making them more susceptible to physical attacks, while slowly draining their vitality over time. |
Thorian, carefully examining the skill scrolls, selected one and handed it to Vigil. "This is Nature''s Blessing," he said, recognizing its affinity with Vigil''s skills. He then turned his attention to the remaining scroll. "And this one seems suited for me, given my proficiency with wood magic."
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Ventus, observing the distribution, nodded in agreement. "That''s fair," he remarked. "I got a good skill scroll last time, so I have no complaints."
With the scrolls distributed, Thorian shifted his focus to the recipes. He began to scrutinize their descriptions, curious about the alchemical secrets they might hold.
| Clear Mist Antidote Recipe |
| Skill Requirements |
Alchemy II |
| Material |
Two Luminescent Leaves, One Echo Mushroom, A handful of Cave Nettle |
| Description |
This antidote is designed to counteract the corrupted treant''s purple haze. The Luminescent Leaves, imbued with the treant''s own power, are key to neutralizing the haze''s toxic effects. When combined with the Echo Mushroom''s clarifying properties and the purifying essence of Cave Nettle, the resulting mixture swiftly detoxifies the body and clears the mind. It¡¯s effective during or after exposure but should be used judiciously, as excessive use may cause mild dizziness and temporary blurring of vision. |
| Sporeguard Elixir Recipe |
| Skill Requirements |
Alchemy II |
| Material |
Three Bark Shards, Four Moss Clumps, One Vial of Corrupted Sap |
| Description |
Crafted specifically to defend against the corrupted treant''s spore cloud, this elixir leverages the treant''s own Bark Shards and Corrupted Sap, which possess inherent resistance to the spore''s effects. Moss Clumps, known for their purifying qualities, enhance this resistance, creating an internal shield against the spores. Consumption of this elixir provides immediate relief and aids in the recovery from any spore-induced ailments. Overuse, however, might lead to temporary numbness in the extremities and a slight heaviness in the limbs. |
Thorian perused the recipes with a discerning eye. These require an advanced level in Alchemy, he noted, absorbing the detailed instructions. As he read, a sudden sense of unease washed over him. His gaze drifted towards the hollowed tree, concern etching his features. I hope everyone is safe, he thought, a hint of worry clouding his mind.
Pushing aside these troubling thoughts, Thorian redirected his attention to the wooden rapier. It was an exquisite piece, crafted from entwined dark roots that pulsed with a deep, red magical glow. The rapier, with its intricate design and evident power, seemed to hum with an energy all its own, waiting to be wielded.
| Rootbound Rapier |
| Rarity |
Yellow Storm |
| Class Requirement |
Warrior or Assassin |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
15 |
| Effect |
Agility +15% |
| Special Effect |
20% chance to inflict ''Root Bind'' on hit, immobilizing the target for 2 seconds and dealing continuous nature damage. |
| Description |
Forged from the dark, entangled roots of the corrupted treant, this rapier thrums with sinister, magical intensity. Its surface is a deep, shadowy hue, intertwined with glowing red veins that pulse as if alive. The Rootbound Rapier is imbued with the treant''s malevolent spirit, allowing its wielder to harness the treant''s power of entrapment and decay. Perfect for those who blend stealth with the dark arts of nature, this rapier is not only a weapon but a conduit of the corrupted forest''s wrath. |
A percentage increase in agility? That is amazing.
As Thorian examined the rapier, he noted its remarkable attribute: a significant boost to agility. Despite the temptation, he realized that he wasn''t the most suitable wielder for such a weapon. Turning to Caedar, he extended the rapier towards him. "This should be yours," he declared.
Caedar accepted the weapon with grace. His eyes widened in astonishment as he read its properties. A sense of deep gratitude washed over him, and he bowed respectfully towards Thorian. "My lord, I am profoundly thankful for this gift."
With the majority of the treasures now allocated, Thorian''s attention shifted to the last item: the brown orb.
| Medium Earth Orb |
| Purity |
Medium |
| Description |
This orb embodies a concentration of earth ether, capturing the essence of the terrestrial forces. It is a core component in the crafting of various mid-tier earth-based equipment, especially favored in the creation of durable armors and weapons suited for earth-aligned warriors and earth magi. The potency and effectiveness of the final equipment significantly depend on the blueprint used and the craftsmanship of the artisan. |
Ah, it¡¯s a dud.
Thorian exhaled softly, his gaze shifting between Ventus and Aqua, who had yet to receive any rewards. "You two should decide who gets this orb. If it''s not useful, you''re free to sell it."
Aqua, examining the orb Thorian handed to him, looked up with a hint of puzzlement. "My lord, this orb seems ideally suited for you. You''re our group''s sole practitioner of earth magic."
Ventus interjected with a tinge of impatience, "If you''re not interested, just say so. I''ll take it off your hands."
Thorian clarified, "Its purity isn''t sufficient for my needs, and I have no use for more Arcane Coins by selling it."
As Thorian elaborated, Ventus swiftly snatched the orb from Aqua, a glint of opportunism in his eyes. "Perfect, it''s mine now. This will fetch a good price."
Aqua, caught off guard by Ventus''s abrupt action, sighed resignedly. "It''s fine. I didn''t really need it."
Watching their exchange with a roll of his eyes, Thorian''s attention was soon drawn to the Hollowed Tree. Just then, the air shimmered, heralding the opening of a portal.
"Looks like the others are finally back," Ventus observed.
As he spoke, a figure emerged from the portal: a goblin champion. Thorian stepped forward to greet him, but the scene quickly shifted. The goblin champion''s spear clattered to the ground, followed by his own weary collapse to his knees.
Chapter 110: Moonlight Pain
Thorian watched as the goblin champion slumped to his knees, prompting him and his team to rush to the fallen warrior''s aid. Concern etched his features as he examined the goblin. "What happened to you?" he asked, noting the champion''s skin, which had turned from its usual green to a deep purple, and his unusually pale face.
Coughing weakly, the goblin champion managed to respond, "I''m sorry, my lord. I messed up."
"Don''t worry, my friend," Thorian reassured him, swiftly retrieving a potion flask from the goblin''s pocket. He gently helped the champion drink, despite his initial resistance and coughing at the potion''s foul taste. Gradually, the goblin consumed the entire concoction.
As the goblin settled, Thorian inquired, "What''s your name, champion? And what happened to your team?"
"Jarfin, my lord," the goblin introduced himself, glancing towards the portal. "They''ll be coming through soon."
No sooner had Jarfin spoken than two figures emerged from the portal. Crimen, the kobold warrior, stumbled out, his direwolf at his side. Aqua, quick to react, supported Crimen, preventing him from collapsing.
"Still have your potion?" Aqua asked, eyeing Crimen''s weakened state.
Crimen nodded, attempting to reach into his pocket but failing due to his depleted strength. Aqua assisted, retrieving the potion and helping him drink. However, amidst this, Crimen''s direwolf collapsed to the ground.
Thorian sprang into action upon seeing the direwolf''s plight. Wordlessly, he retrieved his own potion and carefully administered it to the ailing animal. As the direwolf lapped up the last drops, Jarfin, the goblin champion, began to vomit violently, his face turning as white as a sheet.
Vigil, alarmed, approached Thorian. "What''s happening, my lord?"
Thorian calmly explained while attending to the direwolf, "It''s a side effect of the potion. Given its low quality and level, this reaction is expected."
Crimen and his direwolf soon started to show similar symptoms. Thorian, however, remained undisturbed, understanding that this temporary discomfort was a necessary trade-off for their survival.
Just then, two new figures emerged from the portal: Ifrit and her direwolf, Boris. Thorian moved to assist them, but Ventus was already by Ifrit''s side.
¡°You too?¡± Ventus inquired, receiving a pained chuckle from Ifrit.
"Just help me with this vile potion," she grumbled.
Without a word, Ventus fetched the potion from Ifrit''s pocket and assisted her in drinking it, his expression filled with concern.
Once she finished, Ifrit coughed and turned to Ventus. "Boris needs help too. I don¡¯t have a potion for him."
"Leave it to me," Ventus replied with a grin, pulling out his own potion to aid Boris.
As relief washed over Ifrit, her expression suddenly turned to one of pain. "Forlune, that idiot," she muttered under her breath.
Thorian''s sharp ears caught Ifrit''s murmur, and his eyes widened in shock. He quickly turned back to the portal, just in time to see three figures emerge: Elder Omn, a direwolf, and Forlune, his general.
"Vigil, assist the elder," Thorian commanded, rushing to Forlune''s side. He caught the muscular kobold as he stumbled, but Forlune soon collapsed to his knees, vomiting a white, mold-infested substance.
Observing the white mold amidst the mucus, Thorian''s mind raced with concern. Spore cloud? His heart sank as he noted Forlune''s condition: his skin was a sickly purple, and half of his face was a ghastly ashen white.
Without hesitation, Thorian retrieved a detoxification potion from Forlune''s pocket and urged him to drink. Despite Forlune consuming the potion, Thorian''s worry didn''t subside.
"You were hit by the spore cloud, weren''t you?" he asked, though Forlune was too weak to respond, continuously vomiting the white substance, now mixed with blood.
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"The potion will save your life," Thorian said, though he knew his words barely registered to the suffering kobold. "But it''s not a complete cure. You need a full antidote."
Forlune, barely conscious, pointed feebly towards the direwolf behind Thorian, managing to utter, "Save¡ her."
Thorian turned to Crimen, who looked on in fear for his former boss''s well-being. "Give her your potion," he instructed, showing his resolve to save both his general and the direwolf.
Thorian¡¯s gaze shifted from the kobold warrior and his direwolf to the fallen figure of Forlune. The general¡¯s breaths were labored, rattling with mucus in his weakened state. Moving swiftly, Thorian slid Forlune away from the sickening pool of his own vomit, positioning him carefully on his side. It was a small mercy; Forlune''s heaving continued, but his airways were now clear.
Resting on a nearby rock, Thorian¡¯s brow was furrowed with guilt and regret. I should have remembered more, he mused to himself. If only I hadn¡¯t forgotten about the spore cloud, I could have better prepared my men. His mind was a whirlwind of ''what ifs,'' replaying alternate scenarios where he had acted differently. But he shook his head, dispelling these useless thoughts. There was no benefit in dwelling on the past; he needed to focus on finding a solution to the crisis at hand.
The Alchemy level required for the antidote is two, Thorian pondered silently. In an ideal world, one of our alchemists might reach it by tomorrow, but that leaves Forlune incapacitated until then.
As he brooded, Vigil approached and sat beside him. ¡°My lord, you mustn''t blame yourself,¡± he said softly. ¡°Even with the best preparations, unforeseen events occur. Such is the nature of life.¡±
Thorian remained silent for a moment, absorbing Vigil¡¯s words. ¡°Forlune will be bedridden for a day at least, until the antidote is ready. Someone must stay with him until then.¡±
Vigil offered himself for the task. ¡°I can stay by his side, my lord.¡±
But Thorian shook his head firmly. ¡°That''s not an option, Vigil. You''re a unit leader; your men need you.¡±
After a moment of contemplation, Vigil suggested an alternative. ¡°What about assigning a young shaman apprentice to him? I know one with priestly skills. He may not be able to cure Forlune, but he can offer temporary relief.¡±
Thorian considered this, then nodded in agreement. ¡°Very well. Let''s proceed with that plan.¡±
Relief washed over Thorian as the plan solidified. His gaze wandered, landing unexpectedly on the hollowed tree and the still-open portal. ¡°The rewards haven¡¯t been claimed yet,¡± he murmured, rising to his feet. His eyes found Jarfin, the goblin champion, who had ceased vomiting. Jarfin''s skin had regained its healthy green hue, though his face retained a tinge of pallor.
¡°Jarfin,¡± Thorian called, ¡°take some pouches and head back into the dungeon. The rewards are still there.¡±
Jarfin, initially startled, glanced towards the portal and nodded. ¡°As you command, my lord.¡±
Watching Jarfin¡¯s swift departure towards the portal, Thorian reflected silently. ¡®Celebration is premature, but securing those rewards is crucial.¡¯
As Jarfin disappeared into the portal, another portal materialized beside it. Out of this new gateway, five figures emerged, some mounted on direwolves, exuding vitality and triumph.
¡°Congratulations to all of you,¡± Zogarth, the high orc, praised his team heartily. ¡°A splendid performance.¡±
Thorian, observing that none of Zogarth¡¯s team appeared afflicted by the poison, exhaled in relief. ¡°Well done, Zogarth. You''ve led your team to a remarkable victory.¡±
Zogarth turned to Thorian, a grin spreading across his face. ¡°Your praise is unnecessary, my lord. I simply fulfilled my duty.¡±
His gaze then swept across the scene¡ªthe vomit-strewn ground and the ailing Forlune. His expression turned to one of confusion. ¡°What¡ transpired here?¡±
With a rueful smile, Thorian replied to Zogarth, ¡°That¡¯s a story for another time. Forlune¡¯s team encountered a poisonous hazard.¡± He watched Zogarth''s gaze shift to the ailing Forlune, followed by a heavy sigh of understanding.
¡°May I see the spoils of your venture?¡± Thorian requested, approaching Zogarth. ¡°There¡¯s something specific I need to verify.¡±
Instantly obliging, Zogarth beckoned to one of his team members, ¡°Saxum, present our findings to the lord.¡±
Saxum approached with a rough-hewn pouch, spreading its contents before Thorian. ¡°Behold, my king.¡±
Thorian surveyed the array ¨C skill scrolls, various weapons, and an intricate Thorned wooden armor. Yet, the items he sought were not among them. With a shake of his head, he addressed Zogarth, ¡°Distribute these amongst your team. Well done once again.¡±
Zogarth, momentarily uncertain, nodded and turned to his team. ¡°Let''s follow the lord¡¯s orders.¡±
As Zogarth¡¯s team busied themselves with the rewards, Thorian settled back on the rock beside Forlune, his gaze locked on the persisting portal.
After several tense minutes, Jarfin emerged, laden with pouches brimming with items, a spear in one hand and a coat in the other. He hurried to Thorian, laying out the bounty. ¡°My lord, these are the rewards.¡±
Item after item clattered out from the pouches. It wasn¡¯t until the contents of the last pouch were revealed that Thorian¡¯s expression changed noticeably. Among the contents were six pieces of tree bark and a vial filled with a red, thick liquid. His eyes widened in recognition.
Chapter 111: Barks and Vials
As Thorian peered at the vial of shimmering liquid and the rough-hewn tree barks, a smile crept across his face. ¡°Excellent work, these ingredients will be the salvation of Forlune,¡± he declared.
Jarfin, the goblin champion, arched an eyebrow in skepticism. ¡°Will they indeed, my lord?¡±
Their conversation drew the attention of Ventus, who hastened to Thorian¡¯s side. Examining the items with a critical eye, he scoffed, ¡°To me, these seem like nothing more than some blood and a handful of barks.¡±
¡°They are far more than they seem,¡± Thorian responded, his voice imbued with a quiet certainty. ¡°These are the key components for the antidote that Forlune desperately needs.¡± He then produced a crinkled piece of paper from his pocket, revealing an intricate recipe. ¡°The final ingredient, clumps of moss, can be found within the forest, should we search diligently.¡±
Vigil, curious, requested a glimpse of the recipe. As he studied the scrawled instructions, his brow furrowed in concern. ¡°My lord, given the scarcity of these materials, the alchemists will have but a single opportunity for success. Misfortune may yet lead them to failure.¡±
Acknowledging Vigil¡¯s caution, Thorian nodded solemnly. ¡°You speak truthfully. Hence, we must venture into the dungeon again on the morrow, securing as much of these ingredients as possible for our alchemists.¡±
A heavy silence enveloped the group, the gravity of their task weighing heavily upon each of them.
Thorian, however, remained focused on the hollowed tree before him. ¡°I do hold hope that the last team will return with additional vials of corrupted sap,¡± he mused, a hint of optimism in his tone.
His words pierced the somber mood, instilling a renewed sense of hope among his comrades. The stark reality that even one of their own generals lay incapacitated, a victim of the dungeon¡¯s treachery, served as a grim reminder: in this perilous world, strength and confidence offered no immunity against the ever-present shadow of mortality.
The critical moment arrived swiftly. The final portal shimmered open, and through its blinding white glare, the battered figures of the warriors staggered forth. As they emerged fully, three of them¡ªElder Yur, Lapis, and Vivax¡ªcollapsed, their bodies wracked with violent retching. Nearby, three direwolves lay prostrate, their fur tinged with an ominous shade of purple.
Thorian, his gaze unwavering, turned to Zogarth, his remaining general. ¡°Zogarth, distribute potions to those in need from your team¡¯s reserves.¡±
¡°Immediately, my lord,¡± Zogarth responded with a nod, signaling his team to hasten to the aid of the afflicted direwolves.
Elder Omn, having regained some strength, moved to comfort Elder Yur, while Aqua and Vigil tended to Lapis and Vivax with gentle care.
Meanwhile, Thorian approached the group''s leader, the formidable goblin champion. Although unfamiliar with his name, Thorian recognized him as the mightiest of his kind, renowned for his ability to imbue his aura with crackling yellow electricity¡ªa talent that had posed a formidable challenge to Thorian in the goblin lair.
¡°Exemplary leadership,¡± Thorian praised the sword-bearing champion. ¡°You''ve steered your team through harrowing trials without the loss of a single life. For this, you have my deepest gratitude.¡±
The goblin champion, meeting Thorian''s gaze, responded with a dismissive tone. ¡°You praise me too much, my lord.¡± His eyes scanned the surroundings. ¡°It appears we''re the last to return. My apologies for the delay.¡±
Thorian, his eyes briefly shifting to the prone figure of Forlune, offered a thoughtful reply. ¡°A late arrival does not always signify failure. Often, it is the cautious and steady approach that prevails.¡±
Hanging onto those words for a brief moment, Thorian fixed his gaze upon the goblin champion. ¡°I haven¡¯t had the opportunity to become acquainted with you. What''s your name?¡± he inquired.
¡°Zarjin, my lord,¡± replied the champion with a respectful bow. ¡°Since our last battle, serving under your command has been a great honor.¡±
Acknowledging Zarjin, Thorian stepped aside. ¡°Well, Zarjin, I won¡¯t keep you long. As soon as your comrades have recuperated, distribute the rewards before our departure.¡±
Thorian returned to his seat, his interest piqued by the last group. All eyes were riveted on them, eager to discover whether the spoils included the coveted items.
The group, having consumed detoxification potions and expelled the toxins from their bodies, commenced the allocation of their loot. Elder Yur was the first to receive some ornamental accessories. Skill scrolls were then handed to those with the aptitude for them. When the last pouch was opened, Thorian''s eyes widened in anticipation.
Excellent. Fortune favors us today.
The pouch revealed two vials of corrupted sap and three pieces of treant bark. Zogarth was the first to react, approaching Zarjin. ¡°The gods are indeed on our side!¡± he exclaimed, leaving Zarjin momentarily puzzled. Noticing the champion¡¯s confusion, the high orc chuckled and elaborated, ¡°It appears I owe you an explanation. Forlune has been poisoned, and these ingredients are essential for crafting his antidote.¡±
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Zarjin, looking at Forlune''s battered form, suddenly understood. ¡°Then we must do everything in our power to save him. Please, take these ingredients; they serve us no purpose.¡±
¡°Thank you, Zarjin. Your allegiance shines brightly today.¡± Zarjin¡¯s generosity earned him Zogarth''s rare praise. His words, unexpected from one typically indifferent towards goblins, resonated amidst the gathered crowd, a fitting tribute given the circumstances.
With the crisis seemingly averted, Thorian stood up. ¡°We should proceed. Forlune requires a comfortable resting place and proper care.¡±
Thus, the raiding party mounted their direwolf steeds, those without them keeping pace on foot. With their formidable abilities, the difference in travel speed was negligible.
Thorian led the way, seizing this tranquil moment to check something that had been on his mind but had thus far eluded his attention.
Display Harald Pannel.
| Race |
Storm Alpha Direwolf |
| Level |
1/50 (exp: 143/25000) |
| Lifespan |
70 years |
| Stats |
| Strength |
115 |
| Agility |
164 |
| Constitution |
123 |
| Mana |
56 |
| Skills |
| Feral Leadership (Passive) |
| Tempest Agility (Passive) |
| Electrified Fur (Active) |
| Gale Force Howl (Active) |
| Whirlwind Guard (Active) |
| Storm''s Fury (Active) |
| Wind Leap (Active) |
| Dire Rend (Active) |
| Bestial State (Active) |
| Mana Manipulation (Active) |
There are quite a few more skills. And it seems that ¡®Howl of the Lord¡¯ had been replaced by ¡®Gale Force Howl¡¯.
Thorian marveled at the remarkable enhancement in Harald''s stats, a leap so substantial that even his own impressive figures, renowned across the region, paled in comparison. Harald''s newfound prowess now surpassed all but a few, such as the notorious Goblin King or the formidable High Orc Warlord.
"You''ve truly evolved into a formidable force," Thorian remarked with a chuckle, teasing Harald. "Your progress is astounding."
Harald dismissed the praise with a scoff. "My aim is to become the strongest in the entire world. If your ambitions don''t stretch that far, beware. The day may come when you find yourself beneath me, rather than astride."
The thought of Harald, with his immense stature, riding atop him brought a mix of amusement and unease to Thorian. "Fear not, my ambitions are as vast as the horizons I gaze upon."
"Good," Harald retorted sharply. "Only such aspirations are worthy of me."
Observing his direwolf''s lofty declarations, Thorian playfully scratched at Harald''s neck. "A truly insatiable wolf, aren''t you?"
Harald responded with a playful growl, choosing not to verbalize his thoughts. Yet, through their soul link, Thorian sensed Harald''s hidden pleasure in the affectionate gesture, prompting him to continue with a knowing chuckle.
Time seemed to fly as the raiding party swiftly approached the village''s outer wall. The late hour made Thorian skeptical about finding anyone in the Alchemy Lab, but he was determined to check it out regardless.
Once he had ensured Forlune was comfortably settled in his bed, under the watchful eye of the priest Vigil had recommended, Thorian made his way to the lab. To his surprise, he noticed smoke still billowing from the chimney, an unusual sight for such a late time.
In all my time in the southern lands, it was rare to see such dedication beyond regular working hours, Thorian mused, his past life briefly flickering through his mind as he entered the lab.
These fleeting memories of a life once lived briefly crossed his mind as he entered the lab. Inside, he found Hamur, the kobold, deeply engrossed in potion-making. Respecting the meticulous nature of the work, Thorian quietly observed, waiting for an appropriate moment to make his presence known.
Finally, as Hamur completed his task, Thorian spoke up. "Hamur, to still find you laboring at this hour is truly remarkable. Your dedication is commendable."
Hamur, turning with a chuckle, dismissed the praise. "My lord, this isn''t about discipline or work ethic," he explained. "It''s more like the whims of the child within me. Since childhood, I''ve been fascinated by the mysteries of nature, so being here, experimenting and concocting, is like living a dream."
Thorian''s smile broadened at Hamur''s genuine enthusiasm. Shifting the conversation to a more pressing matter, he inquired, "How proficient are you now in your Alchemy skill?"
After a brief glance at his panel, Hamur replied with evident pride, "I''ve reached 85% proficiency, my lord. With a bit of luck, I should be able to advance to Alchemy II by tomorrow noon."
Impressed, Thorian promptly pulled out an antidote recipe and some ingredients from his pockets. "Take these," he urged. "Learn this recipe and start working on it as soon as possible."
Hamur''s eyes widened as he examined the recipe, then met Thorian''s gaze with a mixture of awe and gratitude. "To be entrusted with such a task is a great honor, my lord."
"The honor is mine," Thorian responded earnestly. "I will supply more ingredients tomorrow. If even one of your attempts is successful, name your reward. Whatever it is, it''s yours."
Chapter 112: A New Promise
Waking up from a deep slumber, Thorian greeted the new day with a sense of anticipation. His conversation with Hamur the previous night had sparked a hopeful curiosity about the alchemist''s progress. However, before seeking an update from Hamur, Thorian had another, equally important meeting to attend to.
Mindful of his previous oversight, Thorian had taken the precaution of washing his clothes before retiring to bed, leaving them out to dry overnight. Although slightly damp in the morning chill, this was a minor inconvenience easily remedied by his magical prowess. Standing a meter away, he deftly conjured a small fireball, its gentle warmth drying and warming his robe in mere minutes.
As he passed through the living room, Thorian noticed Harald, still engulfed in sleep. Seeing no need to disturb his partner''s rest, he allowed Harald a few more hours of tranquility while he attended to his own matters.
Stepping out of the house, Thorian set off towards the Altar, veering off into a secluded spot en route. After a few moments of waiting in this hidden enclave, a figure materialized beside him.
"Alacritas," Thorian greeted, turning to face the silver-clad assassin. "Your report has been eagerly awaited. What news do you bring from Locksley?"
Without delay, Alacritas commenced his briefing. "My lord, Locksley''s state is surprisingly stable," he began. "Though the city bears the scars of ruin, its people have sought sanctuary within the inner walled sector, fortifying their defenses effectively. Notably, the outer walls appear more robust than on our previous visit."
Internally, Thorian nodded. The Fortress system at work, no doubt, he thought. A logical development, but reassuring nonetheless.
Thorian''s gaze lingered thoughtfully on Alacritas as he inquired, "You mentioned the walls being repaired. Did you spot any significant watchtowers, akin to those we have here?"
Alacritas, momentarily puzzled, replied with a hint of uncertainty, "My lord, I observed no such structures. Apart from the usual unmanned guard posts, there was nothing particularly remarkable."
Thorian silently digested this information. So, they haven''t fully mastered the system, he deduced. This should simplify our infiltration.
He motioned for Alacritas to proceed. "Anything else of note?"
Alacritas responded with a respectful bow, "Indeed, my lord. In the outer plaza, there were several major constructions. Among them, a building reminiscent of our village hall, the various guilds, and a new establishment they refer to as ''the shop.''"
"The shop, you say?" Thorian''s interest was piqued, his smile reflecting his intrigue.
"Yes, my lord. It appears to be a place where humans acquire provisions," Alacritas elaborated. "The knights oversee its operations, and it has significantly stabilized their food supply. Previously, they relied heavily on a merchant named Jasmine for sustenance. Though still dependent on her, the shop has reduced this reliance."
Thorian''s thoughts drifted to Jasmine, envisioning her with her warm, caramel-hued skin. It''s been some time since our paths crossed'' he mused.
Nodding in understanding, Thorian then queried, "And the outer city? Have they managed to rid it of the monsters?"
Alacritas waited attentively, ready to continue his detailed report.
"No, my lord, they have not," Alacritas replied, shaking his head. "Monsters still ravage that area. Yet, the humans have begun a counteroffensive, gradually reclaiming parts of the city."
Thorian absorbed this update, then posed another question. "And the lord of these people? What are his actions?"
Alacritas''s voice carried a tinge of respect. "His behavior is erratic yet impressive, my lord. Since our arrival in Locksley, he has been relentlessly battling monsters. According to what I''ve overheard, this has been his routine since before our visit. He seems on the verge of a class advancement. Judging by his and the military''s current pace, they might rid the city of monsters within three to four days."
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Thorian''s lips curved into a smile at this news. As expected of you, William. But beware, for among your ranks lurk demons not so easily vanquished by mere leveling up.
The fleeting image of a woman in green disrupted his thoughts, wiping the smile from his face. His tone cooled as he turned to Alacritas, "What of the whore, that so-called ''Green Lady''?"
Alacritas hesitated briefly before responding, "I¡ I regret to inform you, my lord, that we have neither seen nor heard anything regarding her."
Thorian''s brow furrowed in response. "Peculiar. Given her demonstrated power, she could have easily dominated the city, particularly during the knights'' struggle with the monsters."
Alacritas nodded, his expression mirroring Thorian''s confusion. "Indeed, her actions are puzzling. It''s possible her objectives are directed elsewhere."
Thorian, lost in contemplation, echoed softly, "Elsewhere." His mind raced with possibilities. She could be outside the city, seeking something to bolster her schemes. Or perhaps I''ve misjudged her intentions. She might prefer a more covert approach.
Realizing he was spiraling into a web of theories, Thorian cleared his throat and dismissed Alacritas with praise, "Your report has been invaluable, Alacatris. Continue your surveillance today and update me tomorrow."
"As you command, my lord," Alacritas replied, bowing before vanishing in a swift blur.
Left to his thoughts, Thorian pondered the situation in Locksley. The city''s condition, as reported by Alacritas, aligned largely with his expectations, though slightly worse, likely influenced by the enigmatic lady in green. Her motives and obscure strategies were a puzzle to him. Someone capable of conquering the Soul Reaver quest should possess immense power, enough to dominate in these early stages of the apocalypse. Yet her restraint only deepened the mystery.
Shaking off these musings, Thorian resolved not to dwell on the unknown. With limited information at his disposal, any conclusion would be speculative at best. The task of uncovering more fell to his assassins in Locksley. His focus must remain on enhancing his and his village''s power, ensuring they stood unassailable against any threat.
With this resolve, Thorian made his way to the Village Hall, almost mechanically.
Upon his arrival, Melina greeted him with a smile, gesturing towards a stack of parchments on her desk. "Your quests are prepared, my lord," she said. "Would you like to review and accept them?"
"Yes, Melina," Thorian replied with a subdued smile. "And a cup of tea would be welcome."
Melina, perceptive of Thorian''s unusual demeanor, simply nodded, "Right away, my lord." She efficiently stamped the quests and retreated to the backroom.
Returning shortly, she carried a tray with a cup of tea and an assortment of sweets. "Would you like some sweets with your tea, my lord?"
Thorian offered a wry smile, then shook his head. "Just the tea, thank you. I have somewhere I need to be."
Understanding his haste, Melina handed him the cup, and Thorian promptly exited the hall. He was bound for a place he hadn''t visited in some days, a visit he deemed necessary now.
Approaching the Assassin''s Guild, Thorian entered a nearby house. He moved past the deserted living room and into the bedroom, where he found Nox, his oldest ally in this new world, in a state as harrowing as when he last saw him.
Nox lay before him, his body grotesquely torn apart and charred, sustained only by the mystical power of Whisperwind. Thorian observed the blood flowing rhythmically with Nox''s heartbeat, visible through the shadowy links connecting his severed arteries. The sight was a constant, painful reminder of the fragility and cruelty of their reality.
With a heavy sigh, Thorian settled onto the ground, taking a slow sip from his tea, his thoughts as dark and complex as the scene before him.
Thorian gazed at the broken form of Nox, his voice tinged with sorrow. "You know, Nox, you''ve been absent from so much. Lying there, even your subordinates have surpassed you in level," he said, a pained chuckle escaping him before being stifled by a sip of tea.
"We''ve been through countless adventures without you. Ventus, Forlune, Aqua, and the rest of us have faced formidable foes beyond your imagination. Just recently, we vanquished a giant lightning wolf, followed by a creature that wielded both ice and fire."
As Thorian recounted their recent exploits, his smile was tinged with melancholy. He narrated every victory and setback to the unconscious Nox, pausing for a sip of tea after each tale.
"So, as I''ve said, you''ve missed quite a lot," Thorian''s voice softened, nearly breaking. "But don''t worry, I made you a promise when we first met. I vowed that if you followed me, you''d achieve power beyond your wildest dreams. That dream isn''t over yet; there''s still so much to do, so many places to explore. A whole world awaits us. So, I promise you again: you will see that world by my side. And I never break my promises."
Finishing his tea, Thorian''s demeanor shifted dramatically. His voice turned icy, his eyes ablaze with vengeful resolve. "As for the one who did this to you, she will experience the same excruciating agony. And in this world, there is no one who can save her from what''s coming."
Chapter 113: Preparations
Thorian, his heart still laden with emotion, stepped out from Nox''s abode, his tea long finished. The pre-dawn stillness hung in the air as he made his way to the cultivation hall. At this early hour, the rooms lay vacant, their usual occupants not yet stirred. Selecting his familiar room, Thorian prepared for his ritual. He placed his emberstrike cane and robe by the door, then sat crosslegged in the room''s heart.
Drawing a deep, steadying breath, Thorian embarked on his cultivation practice. Constrained by his current rank, he couldn''t begin to chip away at a new meridian, nor was reaching the next gate in the Vermillion Bird a feasible goal. Thus, he focused on the fundamental task of gathering qi. He diligently filled his dantian with colorless qi, then skillfully channeled a portion into the Ashen Ember Gate. This transformed it into Dark Flame Qi, altering its properties. Thorian was careful, however, to retain a base of colorless Qi at his dantian''s core, essential for utilizing basic yin and Yang martial skills.
A realization dawned upon him: I must master these skills using Dark Flame Qi, to avoid this intricate, repetitive process. The challenge lay in adapting martial techniques to accommodate a Qi not inherently aligned with them. Thorian knew this required a deep understanding of how Qi interacted with his muscles, bones, and internal pathways. Only through such insight could he reshape the martial techniques to harmonize with his unique Qi.
As Thorian delved deeper into his practice, time seemed to dissolve around him. He harnessed ether from the air, funneling it into his dantian. The Ether Line Nexus and the enhanced Cultivation Hall amplified the ether''s concentration significantly, surpassing what could be achieved outside the village confines. Those two and a half hours of focused cultivation brought forth results that far exceeded ordinary expectations.
As his cultivation session drew to a close, Thorian released a lengthy exhale, a visible manifestation of his inner impurities mingled with potent energy. He methodically dispelled the residual effects of his cultivation, a routine yet crucial part of his practice.
Checking his progress, Thorian commanded, Display Cultivation Realm. The response was prompt:
Cultivation Realm: Qi Gathering Fifth Stage (92.3%)
Thorian contemplated the reading. Progress is slower than before, but that''s the nature of cultivation, he thought. It''s a gradual, challenging journey. That is precisely why an early start offers such a significant advantage.
With his progress assessed and the room returned to its pristine state, Thorian stretched, his neck cracking softly. The somber mood that had earlier weighed upon him had given way to a stoic calm. In silence, he made his way to the Village Hall.
Upon entering the meeting chamber on the second floor, Thorian found his council of trustees already assembled, save for Forlune. "Greetings, my king," Zogarth, alongside the gathered kobolds and goblins, greeted him respectfully.
"Everyone is present. Let''s begin," Thorian stated, taking his place at the head of the table. The empty seat to his right stood as a poignant reminder of Forlune''s absence, prompting a brief, reflective sigh from Thorian.
Turning to address the council, he said, "As you may already know, our primary objective today is to clear the fourth layer of the Verdant Labyrinth. We need to mobilize as many parties as possible, but safety is paramount. Our fighters are each as valuable as a hundred normal soldiers. We cannot afford to lose any of them." The weight of leadership and the importance of the task at hand were evident in his voice.
The chamber fell into a contemplative silence following Thorian''s directive. It was Zogarth who broke the quiet. "My king, currently, our four parties are likely the only ones capable of reliably clearing the fourth floor without significant casualties. Yet, given time to train in other dungeons and level up, we could form three or four more capable parties."
Thorian pondered this, stroking his chin. "And who would make up these parties?" he inquired.
Zogarth glanced at the goblin elders before responding. "The goblin champions, for one. They''ve only recently reached the level needed for class advancement but some of them haven''t met other criteria for their desired progression. I expect they''ll fulfill these requirements today and advance accordingly."
Thorian nodded, indicating for him to continue.
"Additionally," Zogarth said with evident pride, "some high orcs under my command are more than capable for the fourth layer. They just need support from skilled magi and priests to effectively confront the treant. Also, our latest group of dual-element first-advancement magi have amassed enough coins for essential skills. Their only shortfall is in coordinating these skills in combat without endangering their comrades."
Thorian absorbed this information, recognizing the strategic value of such preparations. The formation of these new parties would not only bolster their strength but also ensure a safer, more efficient path through the labyrinthine challenges of the Verdant Labyrinth.
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Thorian distilled the problem to its essence. "Team synergy is the key," he deduced. "We''ll reorganize the teams designated for the fourth layer immediately. They should run through the standard dungeons, honing their strongest spells in real battle scenarios. By the time they face the real challenge, they''ll have developed a sense of teamwork."
Zogarth acknowledged with a respectful bow. "As always, your wisdom guides us well, my lord. I will implement your directive immediately."
With that matter settled, Thorian shifted focus to his own team. "Now, let''s discuss our party''s structure. With Harald''s evolution, hoarding our strongest magi would be a gross mismanagement of resources."
Aqua, wearing a light smile, concurred. "I had the same thought, my king. Our last mission''s quick success made that clear."
A brief smile flickered on Thorian''s face, but his demeanor quickly turned serious. "Aqua, Ventus, you will join Forlune''s team. Your elemental mastery is more compatible than you realize. Don''t let minor squabbles hinder your potential."
Ventus, who had been only half-listening, protested at first. "Stuck with this goody-two-shoes again? Really?" But a stern glance from Thorian was enough to quell his objections. "Okay, okay, no more complaints..." he mumbled, his voice trailing off.
Pushing the topic forward, Thorian continued. ¡°Considering you both are magi, Forlune¡¯s party would be very unbalanced as is. As such, Ifrit will be joining mine.¡±
Thorian''s gaze shifted to Elder Omn. "I trust there are no objections to this arrangement?" he inquired with an air of authority.
"Absolutely none, my lord," Elder Omn replied, shaking his head in a gesture of agreement. "In fact, I am grateful for the thoughtful discretion you have shown towards our team."
"Very well," Thorian said, rising to his feet with a sense of finality. "The rest will be managed in time and with practice. Complete your dungeon runs and reconvene here at noon." His voice carried the weight of command, yet held an undertone of confidence in their abilities.
"Immediately, my lord," came the unified response from Zogarth and the other council members.
Thorian exited the meeting room without delay, his thoughts already on the next task. As he stepped out of the Village Hall, he encountered a familiar, weathered figure entering. It was an aged goblin, his hands telling stories of hard labor and time''s passage.
"Hewer?" Thorian called out, recognizing the old goblin. "I didn''t expect to see you here."
"My lord, I was actually seeking you out," Hewer replied, scratching his head in a mix of nervousness and respect. "I wanted to update you on the progress of the project you entrusted to me."
Thorian''s mind raced to the bathtub project he had assigned to the old woodworker. A flicker of anticipation crossed his heart. At last, a solution to that unbearable stench.
Spotting a nearby table, Thorian pulled out a chair and gestured for Hewer to sit. "Please, let''s sit and discuss your work. I understand you''ve dedicated much effort to this task."
Hewer, taken aback by the unexpected invitation but not wishing to disrespect Thorian, hesitantly took a seat. "Th-thank you, my lord," he stuttered, a mix of gratitude and awe evident in his voice.
As Thorian settled into his seat opposite the aged goblin, he motioned for Hewer to begin. ¡°Tell me about your progress,¡± he encouraged.
Hewer nodded, clearing his throat before speaking. ¡°We''ve yet to reach our ultimate goal of crafting a bathtub for each fighter in the village. However, we''ve successfully completed twenty tubs,¡± he said, his voice gaining an enthusiastic edge. ¡°Now that the woodworkers have mastered the process, our pace has significantly improved. These initial twenty were the most challenging, but our efficiency will only increase from here.¡±
¡°Twenty is a commendable achievement,¡± Thorian responded with a hearty laugh. ¡°That¡¯s enough to equip almost every room in the Hall twice. As long as each fighter promptly cleans their tub after use and returns it to the Hall, we should effectively resolve the residue issue.¡±
He then turned to Hewer, smiling broadly. ¡°Please distribute these bathtubs to the two oldest elders in the Cultivation Hall and ensure they understand how to use them. Your hard work will undoubtedly be appreciated.¡±
Hewer bowed deeply, even while seated. ¡°It¡¯s an honor to serve you, my lord.¡±
¡°The honor is mine, Hewer,¡± Thorian said, placing a reassuring hand on the old goblin''s shoulder. ¡°And rest assured, I haven¡¯t forgotten my promise to you. Once this project is complete, I will reward you with a home that is second to none in our village.¡±
Rising from his seat, Thorian expressed regret for the brevity of their meeting. ¡°I apologize for cutting our conversation short, but numerous responsibilities await me.¡±
Hewer, understanding, shook his head. ¡°There''s no need for apologies, my lord. I fully grasp the magnitude of your duties. I wish you success in all your endeavors.¡±
With a nod and a smile, Thorian departed. His path led him, as usual, to the Verdant Labyrinth. This time, accompanied only by his partner, he swiftly conquered the three layers. His mastery over the elements, combined with Harald''s formidable strength, rendered the labyrinth''s monsters trivial. The duo spent more time navigating between areas than engaging in combat.
Their next target was the Thunderous Citadel. Familiar with its first layer, Thorian effortlessly navigated through its monsters, traps, and mazes to confront the Lightning Prince. The guardian battle unfolded like the others; Thorian unleashed a barrage of spells while Harald charged with lightning-fast and devastating attacks. In under a minute, they defeated the guardian, and the dungeon lady announced their victory and rewards.
Exiting the dungeon with their loot, Thorian pondered the feasibility of the Citadel''s second layer. He felt confident about clearing it with Harald and the team, yet the hidden boss posed a significant unknown risk. In his previous life, not having been based in Sherwood Forest, he lacked any knowledge about the hidden guardians of the Thunderous Citadel. No rumors or insights had ever reached him.
Thorian brushed aside these thoughts for the moment. His immediate focus was the fourth layer of the Verdant Labyrinth, a challenge that demanded his full attention.
Chapter 114: Storm Fury
Thorian rendezvoused with the expedition teams as planned. His previous discussion with Hamur had been fruitful; the alchemist had concocted a fresh batch of detoxification potions, vital for the fighters'' upcoming challenges. Fully equipped and ready, they mounted their direwolves and hastened back to the Verdant Labyrinth, urgency in their stride.
The fighters, seasoned by their prior venture into the labyrinth''s fourth floor, required little guidance from Thorian. He, understanding the value of independence in battle, refrained from burdening them with excessive instructions. Micromanagement, he knew, would only foster reliance on his direction rather than their own instincts.
Thorian, along with Caedar, Ifrit, and Vigil, navigated the dungeon with remarkable speed, swiftly arriving at the cave beyond the golden grotto.
Ifrit, with a light chuckle, remarked, ¡°My lord, clearing dungeons with you is a wholly unique experience. Yesterday, it took us over thirty minutes to reach this point. Today, we¡¯ve done it in a mere ten.¡±
Thorian, acknowledging the compliment with a smile, responded, ¡°I¡¯m merely fortunate to have gained an advancement particularly adept at swift dungeon clearing.¡±
Vigil shook his head, amused. ¡°Ifrit, comparing yourself to our lord is futile. In this forest, you¡¯re already among the strongest. It¡¯s the world beyond¡ª¡± His words hung in the air, sparking a contemplative silence.
Ifrit¡¯s voice softened, a hint of curiosity lacing her words. ¡°Beyond this forest, I wonder... Are there beings even stronger, more formidable than what we know here?¡±
¡°I¡¯m sure there are,¡± Thorian said, his thoughts momentarily drifting to the notification he had received after defeating the guardians. ¡°The world is vast, filled with untold dangers and hidden mysteries.¡±
Ifrit¡¯s eyes sparkled with anticipation. ¡°That excites me. To battle against stronger foes and to grow stronger myself¡ªwhat more could I ask for?¡±
Thorian replied, ¡°You don¡¯t even need to leave this forest for greater challenges. We still have the second layer of the Thunderous Citadel and E?rendil''s Sanctuary to conquer.¡±
Mention of E?rendil''s Sanctuary drew a solemn look from Vigil. ¡°My lord, are we preparing to take on that challenge soon? The deadline is drawing near.¡±
¡°Yes, it is,¡± Thorian said, his voice tinged with frustration, directed not at Vigil but at the pressing situation. ¡°What level are you at now?¡±
¡°I¡¯m level 26 in my race and 24 in my class,¡± Vigil answered. ¡°I believe I can level up both by the end of this floor.¡±
Understanding dawned on Thorian. ¡°To restore Nox, we need both the tear from the Sanctuary and the ultimate skill from your second advancement. But given your current level, tackling that dungeon now would be too risky, without guaranteeing the outcome we need.¡±
Vigil¡¯s expression clouded with concern. ¡°But at the rate we¡¯re progressing¡¡± He paused, hesitating. ¡°Will I be able to advance in time?¡±
Thorian, deep in thought, stroked his chin, contemplating their predicament. Our progress is slow, yet, by normal standards, it''s incredibly fast. It''s just that our objective is extraordinarily challenging.
A sudden realization struck him. The abyss! How could I have overlooked it? His thoughts raced, piecing together a potential solution. But, is it accessible yet? The abyss should become available once the fortress system is fully operational.
Breaking the silence, Thorian spoke confidently, "I believe I''ve figured out a way to address our issue. However, we may need to bide our time for a few days."
While Ifrit looked puzzled, Vigil exhaled a relieved sigh. "If you believe it''s the right course, my lord, my concerns are alleviated."
Observing the unwavering trust in Vigil''s eyes, Thorian felt a fleeting surge of emotion, prompting a moment of introspection. The trust he was afforded felt alien, yet deeply moving, stirring memories of a life once lived. This feeling is so strange...
Before he could linger on the thought, Harald''s deep, resonant voice brought them back to the present. "Not to disrupt, but we''ve arrived at our destination."
Looking back at the front, Thorian could see the light at the end of the tunnel. He could also taste the faint rusty touch of the poison in the air. ¡°Let us finish it quickly.¡±
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Clenching his ancient, rune-etched staff, Thorian urged Harald. At his command, an electric aura burst to life, crackling ferociously along Harald''s formidable form. The Alpha Storm Direwolf, a creature of mythic speed and power, responded instantly. With a ground-shaking leap, he charged into the chamber, his velocity so intense that Thorian nearly lost his grip.
¡°Hold on tight. I will not be stopping,¡± Harald''s voice echoed in Thorian''s mind. True to his word, Harald''s pace was relentless, a blur that would leave the most skilled assassins awestruck. He navigated the labyrinth of roots with supernatural agility, each leap spanning impossible distances. In mere moments, they stood before the treant''s massive, twisted form.
With a silent roar, Harald summoned a tempest, a maelstrom of cutting winds that tore through the treant¡¯s defenses. His body, now a beacon of pulsating green mana, transformed into a devastating force of nature. Like a meteor hurtling from the heavens, he descended upon the treant''s hollow visage, the mana coalescing into a vortex of razor-sharp winds that spiraled violently around them.
The impact was cataclysmic. Wood and roots disintegrated in the wake of the tempestuous assault, the treant''s face crumbling under the relentless fury of Harald¡¯s skill. Its red core, a pulsating heart of ancient power, was now exposed, shimmering ominously in the chaos.
Channeling his mana into his paw, Harald became an avatar of destruction. He lunged towards the core, shattering the remnants of the treant beneath him with a deafening sonic boom. In a singular, fluid motion, his claws struck with precision and ferocity, reducing the core to a cloud of crimson dust.
The battle unfolded with such blistering speed that Thorian struggled to process it. His entire being was consumed with the effort to remain astride Harald, matching the rhythm of his ferocious attacks. The dungeon lady''s announcements and the level-up notifications blurred into a distant hum, barely registering in his mind as he grappled with the aftermath of the swift encounter.
Amidst the whirlwind of action, Thorian''s first reaction was an uncontrollable laugh. The overwhelming victory, courtesy of his partner''s prowess in defeating the guardian of the fourth floor, was a spectacle of perfection in speed, execution, and power.
"Ehm, was our participation even necessary?" Ifrit quipped, her gaze oscillating between the scene of devastation and her companions.
"I''ve pondered that very question twice by now," Caedar chimed in with a resigned sigh.
Regaining composure, Thorian stifled his laughter and addressed his team. ¡°Let¡¯s collect our rewards and depart.¡± His eyes lingered on Harald¡¯s formidable figure. ¡°With this triumph, we¡¯re ready for the second layer of the Citadel.¡±
The group efficiently collected their spoils. After exiting the dungeon, they rendezvoused with the other teams, who had emerged with minimal injuries, having learned from yesterday''s ordeal to prioritize safety and strategic planning.
Upon reviewing the loot, Thorian noted with satisfaction the acquisition of four vials of corrupted sap and sixteen treant barks.
Returning to the village, Thorian made a beeline for the Alchemy Lab. The familiar hum of activity greeted him, with Hamur engrossed in his work by the fireplace. This time, a red liquid simmered in the flasks, a deviation from the usual blue and green concoctions Thorian had seen in the past days.
¡°Hamur,¡± Thorian announced himself, capturing the alchemist''s attention. ¡°You¡¯ve made advancements, haven¡¯t you?¡±
Hamur turned with a smile of assurance. ¡°Of course, my lord. I wouldn¡¯t dare commit to a promise I couldn¡¯t fulfill.¡±
Handing over the pouch filled with ingredients, Thorian entrusted Hamur with a hopeful sentiment. ¡°I hope fortune favors your endeavors.¡±
Hamur accepted the pouch with a nod of confidence. ¡°Worry not, my lord. I shall not let you down.¡±
With a reassuring smile, Thorian departed from the Lab. He recognized that his presence would only impose unnecessary pressure on Hamur. Trusting in his subjects'' abilities was often the best course of action in such situations.
With a heart brimming with a mix of emotions, Thorian set his sights on the Magus Guild. He had accumulated a significant number of Arcane Coins, enough to invest in a variety of first-advancement skills.
As he neared the guild, Thorian paused to check his own status. Despite having disregarded the flurry of notifications earlier, he was aware of having leveled up a few times during their recent exploits.
Display Panel.
Ding
| Race |
Flame Kobold |
| Level |
29/30 (exp: 3486/18000) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
25/40 (exp: 15345/20000) |
| Lifespan |
40 years |
| Cultivation realm |
Qi Gathering Fifth Stage (92.3%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
117 |
| Agility |
128 |
| Constitution |
107 |
| Mana |
105 |
| Qi |
100 |
| Free Points |
35 |
Chapter 115: Healing
As Thorian gazed through his window panel, a faint smile tugged at his lips. The scrolling numbers and intricate metrics whispered of an extraordinary potency surging within. Each figure echoed the might rippling through his sinews with every practiced strike, the resilience of bones akin to tempered steel, and an unfathomable reservoir of mana dwelling deep within.
With an almost reverent awareness, he sensed the pulsating flow of power coursing through his veins, synchronizing with every beat of his heart. His attention drifted from the digital display to the village around him, the buildings standing as silent sentinels, sheltering countless lives within their walls. Amidst this panorama, a fleeting notion crept into Thorian''s mind¡ªa thought born not of malevolence, but of unshakeable certainty: I could effortlessly dismantle them with my bare hands.
Yet, there was no nefarious allure lurking in Thorian¡¯s spirit; rather, it was an unshakable confidence in his abilities that granted him an unusual serenity. Returning his focus to the status window, he resolved to assess the advancements in his two most frequently honed skills.
| Fire Pillar Skill |
| Description |
You summon a towering pillar of roaring flames from the ground at a target location. This causes scorching and burning damage to all enemies in its proximity. |
| Proficiency |
54.5% |
| Wind Tornado Skill |
| Description |
You summon a swirling vortex of violent winds, forming a small tornado at a chosen location. The tornado pulls in nearby enemies, dealing continuous wind damage and potentially launching smaller foes into the air, disrupting their actions. |
| Proficiency |
54.5% |
Seems I¡¯m making good headway in mastering these skills, Thorian mused, recognizing the accelerated pace of progress since his last assessment. Must be the effect of ¡®Jack of all Trades¡¯. Luckily I unlocked that passive early on.
With an upbeat expression, Thorian strolled onto the guild¡¯s grounds. Kobold and goblin magi diligently honed their mana manipulation and infusion skills, while the guild master provided guidance from the sidelines.
Spotting Thorian, Fizzlegrin concluded his discussion with the gathered magi before approaching the Village Lord with a warm smile. ¡°My lord, it¡¯s a pleasure to see you. How may I assist?¡±
¡°Could you fetch the scrolls for all the skills I haven¡¯t yet acquired?¡± Thorian settled into a chair near the main desk. ¡°And bring along any available quests while you¡¯re at it.¡±
¡°Right away, my lord.¡± Fizzlegrin nodded, rummaging through parchments beneath his desk. He produced half a dozen scrolls and presented them to Thorian. ¡°Here are the scrolls. How many would you like to procure?¡±
Before replying, Thorian opted to assess his current resources.
Personal Resources.
| Arcane Coins |
21365 |
| Mystic Marks |
300 |
As Thorian beheld the amassed wealth, a satisfied smile graced his lips. Glancing back at Fizzlegrin, he replied succinctly, ¡°All of them.¡±
A pleased grin adorned the guild master¡¯s face. ¡°Very well, pleasure doing business with you, my lord,¡± Fizzlegrin said, rubbing his hands together before swiftly finalizing the transactions. He then made his way to the bulletin board to procure Thorian¡¯s daily magus quests.
Seizing the moment while Fizzlegrin was occupied, Thorian delved into the collection of elemental skills now in his possession.
| Greater Water Ball Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
This scroll imparts the knowledge of the "Greater Water Ball" skill. When activated, the caster summons a massive orb of swirling, turbulent water, which can be hurled at enemies. Upon impact, the water ball explodes, causing significant water damage and soaking enemies, potentially slowing their movements. |
| Water Prison Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Grants the caster the ability to use "Water Prison." This advanced skill conjures a sphere of water around a targeted enemy, trapping them inside. The water prison restricts movement and breathing, causing continuous water damage over time. The skill requires concentration to maintain. |
| Earth Wall Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Teaches the "Earth Wall" skill. When invoked, the earth trembles as the caster raises a formidable wall of rock and soil from the ground. This barrier can be used for defense, blocking enemy attacks or creating a temporary shield for allies. The wall crumbles over time or when subjected to heavy damage. |
| Earth Spikes Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Unlocks the skill "Earth Spikes." This potent ability allows the mage to summon sharp, jagged spikes of rock from the ground at a targeted area. The spikes impale enemies, causing significant earth damage and potentially immobilizing them momentarily. The spikes retract into the ground shortly after emerging. |
| Greater Fireball Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Teaches the active skill "Greater Fireball," which allows the user to conjure a large fireball and hurl to a swarm of enemies, burning them all with its flames. |
| Wind Blast Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Bestows the active skill "Wind Blast." This skill permits the wielder to channel the raw force of the gales, creating a concentrated blast of wind aimed at their opponents. The Wind Blast not only inflicts great cutting damage but also has a high chance to knock back and disorient enemies, disrupting their formations. |
Ripping through the parchments, Thorian received a flurry of notifications, each signaling the acquisition of a new skill. After absorbing the last of the knowledge, he glanced back at the guild master.
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¡°Your quests have been officially registered, my lord,¡± Fizzlegrin announced with a smile.
Acknowledging the update, Thorian rose from his chair. ¡°Thank you for your service, guild master. I''ll see you later today.¡±
Departing from the magus guild¡¯s grounds, Thorian made his way back to the Alchemist¡¯s Lab. As he stepped inside, an unusual scene greeted him. Instead of the usual dispersed activity across various stations, all the alchemists were clustered around a single workstation.
Approaching to investigate, Thorian cleared his throat to announce his presence. Startled, the kobolds and goblins swiftly pivoted, hurriedly parting to make way for their lord.
At the heart of the commotion stood Hamur, his focus fixed on a vial containing a light purple liquid. He concentrated intently, scrutinizing his creation.
Observing the peculiar behavior of the gathered alchemists, Hamur pivoted to find Thorian watching him intently.
¡°How did it go?¡± Thorian inquired. ¡°Any success?¡±
¡°Well, I¡¯m not entirely certain,¡± Hamur responded with a wry expression, scrutinizing the potion in his hand. ¡°Ideally, the hue should be a tad deeper. Considering this as a potion of average quality might be generous. The effect is present, but it falls slightly short of a superior brew.¡±
Thorian approached Hamur, his curiosity evident with a raised eyebrow and a slightly agape mouth. Sensing his lord''s presence, Hamur lowered his head, an apologetic look on his face. ¡°I am sorry, my lord. I should have done bett¡ª¡±
Interrupting Hamur mid-apology, Thorian placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. ¡°Your work is truly commendable, Hamur. You¡¯ve done a great service for Forlune and for me.¡±
A momentary silence lingered before Hamur released a deep sigh. ¡°I hope I haven¡¯t fallen short in my efforts.¡±
Handing the potion to Thorian, Hamur received a nod of gratitude from the lord before he rushed out of the lab. Aware of the ongoing suffering in Forlune, Thorian couldn¡¯t afford to waste a single moment.
Hurrying to Forlune¡¯s residence, Thorian dashed into the moon kobold¡¯s chamber. There, he found the priest diligently casting spell after spell, trying desperately to stave off the worsening condition. Each of General Forlune¡¯s breaths was labored, exuding a white miasma. His pores seeped blood, his complexion even more deeply purple than the day before.
¡°My lord, I''m doing all I can, but the poison is spreading too rapidly,¡± the priest exclaimed, his voice tinged with despair. ¡°At this rate, the general may not see the sunset.¡±
Without uttering a word, Thorian approached Forlune''s side. He carefully administered the light purple antidote, coaxing the moon kobold to swallow it despite the latter''s resistance. Though Forlune struggled, Thorian ensured not a drop of the precious potion was wasted, persistently aiding him until the vial was emptied.
¡°Was that the antidote, my lord?¡± the priest inquired hesitantly.
¡°Yes, it was,¡± Thorian affirmed, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Forlune. Despite the continued pallor and evident effects of the poison on Forlune''s body, Thorian remained composed, knowing well that the efficacy of such potions demanded time. Seemingly unfazed, he seated himself beside Forlune, patiently awaiting signs of recovery.
For nearly an hour, Thorian and the priest maintained their vigil, steadfastly observing the moon kobold''s condition. Even as the antidote began its work, the priest utilized his class skills and racial abilities, striving to heal and alleviate Forlune''s suffering.
As time progressed, Forlune''s complexion gradually shifted back toward normalcy. The deep purple hue that had dominated his body receded, leaving behind a faint tint. His once labored breaths, shrouded in a misty haze, cleared. Apart from sporadic bouts of expelling white mucus, signs of Forlune''s recovery became increasingly apparent.
While Thorian continued to keep a vigilant watch, Forlune''s eyes fluttered open, accompanied by subdued moans of discomfort. Attempting to rise, Forlune was hindered by pain and exhaustion.
¡°Don''t strain yourself; you need rest,¡± Thorian gently guided Forlune back onto the bed. ¡°Focus solely on recuperating for now.¡±
¡°I showed you something pitiful, didn¡¯t I?¡± Forlune managed a wry chuckle, his expression a blend of emotions. ¡°I was so confident in my abilities, yet now I¡¯m confined to this bed.¡±
Thorian let out a contemplative sigh. ¡°You misunderstand, Forlune. There''s no shame in seeking support when you''re at your lowest.¡± He fixed his gaze on the general. ¡°We''re not solitary figures but an interconnected army, a united village, a cohesive unit. When one of us falters, the rest rally to their aid. That''s the essence of unity¡ªselflessly assisting others, knowing they''d do the same for you.¡±
Forlune struggled to reply, words escaping him. Eventually, he sighed softly, murmuring, ¡°Thank you¡ my king.¡±
With an encouraging smile, Thorian patted Forlune''s shoulder. ¡°Rest well. There''s a challenge awaiting you once you''re back on your feet.¡±
A spark ignited in Forlune''s eyes at Thorian''s words, and a grin emerged. ¡°Then I''ll work hard to leave this bed as swiftly as I can.¡±
Chuckling warmly, Thorian rose. With his task of ensuring Forlune''s recovery and the antidote''s efficacy confirmed, he knew his responsibilities as a lord still beckoned.
With a nod to Forlune, Thorian departed, leaving the general to his recuperation.
Chapter 116: Lightning Revisit
Having concluded his tasks with Forlune, Thorian retraced his steps back to the Magus Guild. Engrossed in his routine, he diligently infused the depleted mana stones, a process that demanded his unwavering focus. After about three hours of intense concentration, the mental strain began to weigh heavily upon him.
Exhaling deeply, Thorian surveyed the table to find it adorned with an array of revitalized mana stones. The fellow magi glanced at him, exchanging hushed whispers among themselves, their eyes wide in astonishment at the spectacle they had just witnessed.
"My lord, should I mark your quests as completed now?" Fizzlegrin chuckled, breaking the silence that enveloped the room.
"Yes, please do," Thorian replied as he rose from his seat, stretching his fatigued muscles. Remaining stationary for hours had left him feeling stiff and sore.
As they made their way towards the guild master''s desk, a sudden idea flashed through Thorian''s mind. "Fizzlegrin, I''ve been meaning to inquire about my progress towards advancing my rank in the guild."
Pausing momentarily to assess, the guild master performed some mental calculations before responding, "You''re more than halfway to the next rank, my lord. At your current pace, I believe you could attain it by tomorrow. Following that, you''ll need to undergo a ranking exam."
At the mention of the exam, a smile graced Thorian''s lips. "Will there be rewards for successfully passing the exam and achieving a higher rank?"
"There will indeed be rewards," the guild master replied with a mischievous grin. "However, I''m afraid I can''t divulge their nature. My apologies, my lord."
"That''s quite all right," Thorian dismissed Fizzlegrin''s secrecy with a casual shake of his head. He harbored no qualms about the guild master''s reticence, already having a sense of the rewards that awaited him.
This will greatly aid me in meeting the prerequisites for advancing my class, Thorian mused quietly to himself.
At that moment, Fizzlegrin efficiently stamped Thorian''s completed quests, enabling him to claim his well-earned rewards. With nothing else holding him in the guild, Thorian swiftly departed from its premises.
The twin suns had begun their descent toward the western horizon, indicating the deepening afternoon. Thorian''s initial destination was Forlune''s dwelling. However, upon nearing the residence, he spotted Forlune emerging from the front door, accompanied by the priest.
"It appears I''ve arrived at an opportune moment," Thorian remarked, announcing his presence.
"Indeed, you have, my king," Forlune replied with a hearty laugh, his voice now robust once more. "Saves us the trouble of seeking each other out."
Observing Forlune''s regained strength, Thorian couldn''t help but chuckle. "Since you''re back in fighting form, gather our usual team. We''re poised to take on the challenge of the second layer of the Citadel."
Forlune arched an eyebrow in surprise at the unexpected proclamation before breaking into a boisterous laugh. "Excellent! That''s a fitting challenge to shake off any rust that''s accumulated."
With those words, Thorian took his leave, heading first to the Village Hall to await the rest of the team. Once assembled, they briskly made their way toward the cave concealing the entrance to the Citadel.
| Choose the difficulty layer you wish to enter. |
| Difficulty |
| Layer I |
Recommended for a party of ten at Peak First Advancement. |
| Layer II |
Recommended for a party of ten at Second Advancement. |
| Layer III |
Recommended for a party of ten at Peak Second Advancement. |
Upon recognizing the familiar notification, Thorian decisively opted for the second layer. Instantly, the party teleported to the now well-known location¡ªa floating metallic island adjacent to the bridge.
The initial segment of the dungeon mirrored its predecessor, albeit with more formidable adversaries. The azure hounds displayed swifter agility, the sentinels boasted increased resilience, and the elemental creature exuded a fiercer demeanor. Nonetheless, such enhancements mattered little to Thorian and his companions, who had already mastered strategies to counter these adversaries.
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As they stepped into the maze, Thorian drew in a deep breath. This marked the true commencement of the challenge.
"Everyone, I trust you''re acquainted with what lies ahead," he addressed the group.
"Certainly, my lord. We''re well-versed in the layout," Vigil replied.
Thorian nodded approvingly. "Excellent. Then, as before, we''ll part ways here."
"Oh, is this the same as last time, king?" Ventus interjected, a playful grin on his face. "You went in alone when we first tackled the previous layer. Is there some secret challenge you¡¯re aiming for?"
"Yes, indeed," Thorian replied, a smile gracing his lips. "But only one person can partake. Interested in taking on the challenge yourself?"
Chuckling, Ventus responded. ¡°Well, I would be lying if I said I wasn¡¯t. But since only one person can do it, I will let you have the honor, king.¡±
Smiling at Ventus''s playful demeanor, Thorian replied, "You''re quite the character." He patted Ventus on the shoulder. "Take care, and remember, the guardian of this layer poses a formidable challenge. I''ll wrap up my task swiftly and lend support as soon as I can."
"We won''t require any help," Harald interjected with unshakable confidence. "With me here, no battle is too daunting."
Thorian acknowledged Harald''s assurance with a knowing smile. He had witnessed the raw power of the Alpha Storm Direwolf firsthand and recognized the legitimacy behind Harald''s bold claim.
"You''re absolutely right. I have nothing to fret about," Thorian concurred, then leaped off Harald''s back. "Well then, I''ll see you all soon."
"Take care, my king," Aqua approached Thorian, offering his well wishes. "And may fortune favor you."
Thorian reciprocated with a reassuring smile and a gentle pat on Aqua''s shoulder, understanding conveyed without the need for words as their eyes met.
With that, the group split up. Thorian veered left while the remainder of the team proceeded in the opposite direction. Guided by practiced steps, Thorian navigated the maze until he reached a concealed compartment housing a pedestal. Placing his hand on the imprint, a notification materialized before him.
| Congratulations! You have discovered the room of the Hidden Boss: The Undead Mage Tza¡¯har. |
Yes, I wish.
With a simple command, Thorian materialized once more in the dimly illuminated chamber. Navigating the labyrinthine shelves of the expansive library, he finally reached the desk where Tza¡¯har was fervently writing on a parchment.
"Ah, it appears I have a visitor," the undead mage remarked, turning around to reveal his skeletal visage.
"Long time no see, Transcendent," Thorian greeted him with a warm smile.
"Long time no see?" Tza¡¯har echoed, momentarily puzzled before realization dawned upon him. "Ah, I comprehend. You must have encountered another version of me in a different layer of this dimensional structure."
He chuckled softly before continuing, "Regrettably, whatever conversation we might have had escapes my memory. The entity you met before and the current version of me are distinct entities."
"Different entities?" Thorian inquired, raising an eyebrow. Having experienced a decade of the apocalypse, he possessed a faint understanding of what the undead mage might be alluding to. The guardians of the dungeons stood as a clear example. Each time someone entered a dungeon, they were tasked with vanquishing its guardian to clear it. These guardians were either immortal, capable of resurrection, or distinct entities spawned from the same source.
Encountering a being within a dungeon that wasn''t immediately hostile was an exceptionally rare occurrence for Thorian. Thus, he sought to glean as much information as possible from this unexpected encounter.
Taking a moment to contemplate, Tza¡¯har composed his response to Thorian¡¯s inquiry. ¡°The current me and the one you previously encountered are both entities that originated from the same original being. We''ve inherited all his abilities, memories, and power. In essence, you could consider us to be him."
"Is such a technique possible?" Thorian questioned, his eyebrow arching in curiosity. "Creating perfect replicas of someone as potent as you... the being responsible must be immensely powerful."
Tza¡¯har chuckled at Thorian''s probing. "You''re quite inquisitive, aren''t you? Unfortunately, I cannot divulge much about that being. I can only assert that their power is beyond imagination."
"The gods..." Thorian muttered, a swirl of emotions coloring his tone.
"You could label them as such," Tza¡¯har replied with a gentle smile. Rising from his chair, he unveiled a concealed stairway. Glancing back at Thorian, he continued, "As you''ve experienced this before, I need not repeat the explanation. The challenge will resemble the previous layer, but with a more potent and cunning adversary."
Accompanying Tza¡¯har, Thorian queried further, "And the rewards will be akin to the previous level?"
"They''ll be superior," the undead mage affirmed, smiling as he led Thorian down the stairs toward the arena. Once they arrived, Tza¡¯har turned to Thorian. "Best of luck to you. I''ll meet you after the match."
With a mere flick of his bony fingers, Tza¡¯har teleported to the stands. Simultaneously, a deafening roar echoed through the space. A colossal bolt of lightning struck the arena''s center, revealing a figure that swiftly materialized.
The being appeared humanoid, draped in a lengthy cape that trailed down to its ankles. In its right hand, it wielded a long katana occasionally charged with crackling lightning. Its visage was grotesque and decomposed, with one eye socket hollow and empty. It was a ghoul.
Chapter 117: Tense Clash
Thorian''s demeanor shifted instantly as he locked eyes with his ghoul adversary, his expression hardening into intense focus. He then invoked two skills he hadn''t exercised ever since he had received them.
Predator Gaze. Elemental Sight.
His pupils underwent a metamorphosis, dilating to reveal streaks of blood vessels traversing his sclera. Mana surged into his eyes, casting them in a shimmering silver hue. Through this enhanced vision, Thorian beheld the ghoul with an unprecedented clarity, as if it stood mere inches away. He discerned the vague, pulsating currents of mana coursing within its form¡ªa swirling, amorphous cascade of light blue energy. Suddenly, a sharp azure glow manifested and expanded from the ghoul''s chest.
It''s coming.
Anticipating the impending strike, Thorian swiftly deployed two defensive skills in unison: Molten Shield and Druidic Dome. The half-dome of resilient wood materialized around him just as the ghoul''s katana cleaved through, shattering it into splinters. The momentum of the attack persisted seamlessly, colliding against Thorian''s molten shield.
The impact staggered him, forcing Thorian to yield ground as he glanced down to witness his fractured shield. Resigned to the relentless assault, he conjured his next gambit. As the ghoul materialized once more before him, Thorian extended his palm.
Wind Blast!
Swiftly, the ambient powers of the wind coalesced upon his outstretched hand, swirling into a concentrated vortex of gale-force might. With precision, he directed the unleashed fury towards the exposed torso of the ghoul. The resulting shockwave propelled Thorian skyward, spinning uncontrollably before wrestling command over his own trajectory.
As Thorian steadied himself midair, his Emberstrike cane held aloft, he wasted no time in invoking his next incantation.
Wind Tornado.
A tempest brewed at the very spot where the ghoul had landed, the air swirling into a frenzied maelstrom. Each revolution gathered momentum, making it arduous for the ghoul¡ªits chest ravaged by the point-blank impact of Thorian''s earlier skill¡ªto rise. Wounds crisscrossed its torso, the lacerations deep and jagged from the razor-edged gusts. Struggling to its feet, the ghoul faced the unleashed might of the Wind Tornado, swiftly consumed by the violent vortex.
Fire Pillar.
Without hesitation, Thorian unleashed his subsequent spell, shrouding the Wind Tornado in the searing inferno of his Fire Pillar. The conflagration roared, its intensity engulfing the tornado and soaring to the apex of the stadium. The flames wrought devastation, transforming the arena''s surface into scorched glass and crystalline remnants, painting a quarter of the battleground in fiery chaos.
Surveying the cataclysmic spectacle, a faint smile touched Thorian''s lips, relief cascading with an exhaled breath. Yet, amidst his brief respite, an instinctual foreboding surged through him¡ªa primal fear that heralded imminent danger.
A deafening roar reverberated, and amidst the fiery hues of red and orange, a bolt of azure lightning erupted. In an infinitesimal fraction of time, the ghoul materialized directly before Thorian, its sword poised in a swift horizontal arc, aimed to sever Thorian''s head from his body.
There was no time for any defensive measure; escape was already impossible. The speed by which the ghoul moved left Thorian almost no choice¡ªNo choice but one.
"Flare Burst!"
In an instant, Thorian''s form was engulfed in a searing conflagration. Flames erupted from every inch of his being, surging with a velocity that matched the ghoul''s lightning swiftness. The resulting explosion blanketed the surrounding area in a scorching eruption.
Boom!
The intense heat, a product of the Emberstrike Cane''s specialized skill, left Thorian battered and singed. Yet, despite his searing injuries, his focus remained resolute. Swiftly locating the ghoul amidst the aftermath of the blast, its form tumbling from the explosion''s force, Thorian channeled his next skill.
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Water Prison.
A voluminous sphere of water materialized instantaneously, ensnaring the ghoul within its aqueous confines, restricting its movements and stifling its breath.
Employing dual casting, Thorian summoned yet another spell: "Earth Spikes." The ground surrounding the ghoul quaked and shifted, birthing colossal spikes as unyielding as forged metal. These protrusions impaled Thorian''s adversary, effectively immobilizing it.
Aware that the spikes would fade in mere moments, Thorian comprehended that this was no time for respite. Channeling his qi and activating his yin movement technique, he gracefully stepped forward, his movements seemingly languid yet purposeful. In an instant, Thorian vanished, reappearing directly before the ghoul.
With a swift transition, Thorian shifted his Qi from a neutral yin state to the ominous dark flames.
Dark Flame Palm.
Instantly, his hands, adorned with crimson fur, became shrouded in vibrant purple flames. Yet, before he delivered the strike, Thorian layered another skill atop¡ªone he had long neglected.
Combustion Touch.
From the center of his palm, vivid orange flames emerged, merging and colliding with the existing purple inferno. As Thorian''s strike landed upon the defenseless and immobilized ghoul''s head, a vortex of clashing purple and orange flames engulfed it, roaring and battling for supremacy.
As the fiery tempest gradually subsided, Thorian remained unwavering, his gaze fixed upon the ghoul''s form. Only when he witnessed the aftermath of his assault¡ª the headless body of the ghoul faltering to the ground¡ªdid Thorian release a heavy sigh, his shoulders drooping with exhaustion.
"Marvelous!" Tza''har materialized next to Thorian, applauding gleefully. "Truly an enthralling demonstration of skill. You have left me thoroughly impressed."
Disregarding the undead mage''s praise, Thorian lowered himself to the ground, panting heavily. "Save your false compliments. To someone like you, this might as well be child''s play in a sandbox."
"No, no, I''m genuinely impressed," Tza''har countered, tilting his head in confusion before shaking it. "Honestly, I hadn''t envisioned that someone yet to reach the second advancement could defeat that ghoul. I was fully prepared to intervene when it employed flash step."
Thorian arched an eyebrow at Tza''har''s words. "Why extend such kindness? I am an intruder, someone you seek to eliminate."
Tza''har chuckled softly. "Reasons are often elusive, my friend. Yet, there''s a certain allure to one who treads the arduous path of the elemental magus. It''s a journey filled with trials and endurance."
He then directed his gaze towards the staircases ahead. "Shall we go up and claim your rewards? I''m certain you''d find them appealing."
The promise of newfound power drew a nod from Thorian as he rose, taking in a deep breath. As they strode toward the staircase, Thorian glanced back to where the ghoul''s body had been, only to find it vanished, dematerialized by the mysterious forces governing the dungeons.
"You were... truly formidable," Thorian whispered inwardly.
This recent confrontation shattered a lingering delusion that had insidiously crept into Thorian''s thoughts¡ªa belief that perhaps he had already achieved enough strength. The urgency he''d experienced after overcoming the green lady''s cohorts had reignited. He acknowledged he was far from being strong enough, and the path before him stretched dauntingly long.
"What¡¯s the matter?" Tza''har inquired, noticing Thorian''s contemplative demeanor. "Some introspection?"
Turning back, Thorian shook his head before offering a smile. "Something of the sort."
The two resumed their journey back to the dimly-lit library. After a brief search through his cluttered desk, Tza¡¯har retrieved what he sought. "Ah, here they are."
He turned to present Thorian with his rewards¡ªfour parchments. Thorian arched an eyebrow in curiosity. "Skill scrolls?"
"Yes, precisely," confirmed Tza¡¯har. "They''re not skill crystals because I specifically want you to master them." He pressed the skill scrolls against Thorian''s chest. "Not your subordinates or subjects, but you alone. Do you understand?"
Thorian''s eyes widened in surprise. "You''re aware of my subjects?"
The implications of the undead mage''s knowledge overwhelmed Thorian, stirring a whirlwind of thoughts and conjectures. How extensive is his reach? Does he possess omniscience within this dungeon? That''s a capability surpassing even the guardian.
In response, Tza¡¯har simply smiled, offering the rewards to Thorian. As Thorian accepted them, Tza¡¯har peered deeply into his eyes. "I eagerly anticipate our next encounter. Although the ''me'' you meet then will hold no memory of this meeting, I''m certain he''ll relish your company. After all, he is me."
Despite Tza¡¯har''s skeletal visage, Thorian discerned a spectrum of emotions within him¡ªthe joy of conversing after endless solitary days, the poignancy of parting, and the bittersweet hope for a future meeting by a being unable to truly consider himself.
"Goodbye, then." With those parting words, Tza¡¯har snapped his fingers, and Thorian found himself instantly teleported out of the grand library.
Chapter 118: Omnimancy
Akin to what had happened in the previous layer, Thorian materialized amidst the great plains, a realm where the climactic battle against the final boss raged on. However, unlike his team engrossed in combat, Thorian''s focus lay not on the fray but on the treasures that were within his grasp. Swiftly tearing through the parchments, he was inundated with a cascade of notifications.
| New Skill Unlocked: Fire Manipulation I |
| New Skill Unlocked: Water Manipulation I |
| New Skill Unlocked: Wind Manipulation I |
| New Skill Unlocked: Earth Manipulation I |
| Fire Manipulation I |
| Description |
Fire Manipulation grants the wielder great control over flames, enabling the manipulation of fire in limitless ways. This ability transcends boundaries, allowing for the creation of diverse fire-based abilities, limited only by the user¡¯s creativity, mana reserves, and mastery. Within this form, the user can conjure free-form abilities akin to those found in Initiate-level skills, harnessing the potent forces of fire at their command. |
| Proficiency |
0% |
| Water Manipulation I |
| Description |
Water Manipulation bestows upon its wielder the extraordinary ability to govern and shape the fluidity of water in versatile and boundless ways. This power enables the manipulation of water in its liquid form, granting the user the capacity to create an array of aqueous-based abilities. With mastery over this element, the user can manifest Initiate-level skills through the manipulation of water, harnessing its immense potential limited solely by their imagination, mana reserves, and proficiency. |
| Proficiency |
0% |
| Wind Manipulation I |
| Description |
Wind Manipulation empowers the possessor with mastery over the ethereal force of air, enabling the control and direction of gusts, drafts, and whirlwinds in expansive and creative manners. This ability allows for the manipulation of air currents with finesse, granting the user the capacity to fashion a diverse range of wind-based abilities akin to those found in Initiate-level skills. Bound solely by the wielder''s inventiveness, mana reserves, and expertise, this elemental gift offers limitless possibilities. |
| Proficiency |
0% |
| Earth Manipulation I |
| Description |
Earth Manipulation grants its wielder unparalleled control over the fundamentality of solid matter, allowing for the manipulation and reshaping of earth and stone in diverse and boundless ways. This power enables the creation of formidable abilities rooted in the manipulation of terrain and geological formations, akin to those within the scope of Initiate-level skills. The user''s creativity, mana reserves, and mastery govern the extent of this elemental prowess, enabling them to sculpt and wield the power of earth at will. |
| Proficiency |
0% |
Looking at the array of new skills at his disposal, Thorian smiled in contentment. Eager to try them out, he imagined the skill he wanted to conjure in his mind, and a miniature fireball, no bigger than a pebble, appeared on his finger. With a flick of his finger, the fireball disappeared, and instead a trail of water appeared in the trajectory of his finger. He then opened his palm, and a ball of whirling wind materialized, before he allowed it to disappear in a puff. Then, with a step of his foot, the earth parted and danced around him.
Thorian''s teeth clenched in exhilaration at the early onset of these extraordinary abilities. And this is merely the beginning, he mused, his excitement palpable. I can increase the proficiency of each skill and upgrade their current form to reach even higher strength.
While Fire Manipulation was a familiar skill from his past life, the unrestricted command over all four elements was a revelation even to him. In a sense, he had surpassed his former self in this realm.
A deafening crack of thunder shattered Thorian''s reverie, instantly followed by a seismic shockwave. His gaze snapped to the origin of the sound, revealing a billowing cloud of dust where the guardian once stood. From the haze, the imposing figure of Harald emerged, walking proudly after his decisive victory.
Level up!
Level up!
"Congratulations, adventurers," the dungeon lady¡¯s ethereal voice echoed throughout the plains gathering both magi¡¯s attention. "You have vanquished the Guardian of the Second Layer, the Lightning King. You''ve shown strength, courage, and exceptional teamwork. The treasure of this layer is yours to claim."
However, those words were but a white noise to Thorian, who was instead focused on the notification that appeared in front of him.
| Level requirement achieved for evolution |
| Available Evolution Choices |
| Fire Kobold Champion |
| Elemental Kobold |
| Elemental Lord Kobold (Special Variant) |
Examining his options, the path ahead became unequivocally clear to Thorian. A grin spread across his face as he confidently selected the third option. At last, I will claim the fruits of my early labor.
The instant Thorian committed to his evolution, a brilliant white light enveloped him, surging energy emanating from his very core. Sensations coursed through him as his bones, muscles, and tendons underwent a rapid transformation. His entire being underwent a metamorphosis in the blink of an eye. He grew taller, his strength magnified, muscles honed to an explosive potential. Most significantly, an air of majesty enveloped him, as if he held dominion over the entire world.
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Surveying his surroundings, it took a moment for Thorian to acclimate to his altered perspective. Gradually, he inspected the profound changes that had taken place across his entire physique.
His once familiar red fur now boasted interwoven streaks of vibrant orange cascading across his chest and flanks. Examining his hands and feet, the charcoal hue had seamlessly shifted to a radiant, golden yellow. A smoldering crimson engulfed his neck, radiating an intense heat.
Towering in stature and bolstered by newfound strength, an inexplicable regal aura emanated from him, an undeniable command over elemental forces.
Observing his transformed state, Thorian couldn''t help but chuckle softly. "I do look rather absurd now." Despite his reservations about his altered appearance, he recognized the immense power this evolution had bestowed upon him. Without delay, he accessed his status window to appraise his newfound skills.
| Skills |
| Lord''s Fury: Elemental Embodiment (Active) |
| Lord''s Aegis: Elemental Guard (Active) |
| Lord''s Boon: Elemental Aura (Active) |
| Lord''s Boon: Allegiance Empowerment (Active) |
What a grandiose name... ''Lord''s Boon,'' Thorian remarked with a faint smile as he surveyed his skills. His curiosity piqued, he promptly opted to delve deeper, opening the comprehensive windows to explore the full capabilities of each skill.
| Lord''s Fury: Elemental Embodiment |
| Description |
You transform into an embodiment of an elemental force, granting you access to that element''s offensive ability. The specific ability changes with each element, offering a range of attack patterns and allowing you to exploit enemies'' elemental weaknesses. |
| Proficiency |
0% |
| Lord''s Aegis: Elemental Guard |
| Description |
You compel an element to protect you or your allies, creating a temporary elemental barrier that can absorb damage of its opposite type. The type of elemental shield can be chosen when casting. |
| Proficiency |
0% |
| Lord''s Boon: Elemental Aura |
| Description |
You emit an aura of elemental energy that affects those around you. The aura can provide various benefits to allies or detriments to enemies depending on the chosen element. |
| Proficiency |
0% |
| Lord''s Boon: Allegiance Empowerment |
| Description |
You share a fraction of your elemental power with those who have pledged their allegiance to you, enhancing their own abilities. This can manifest as increased strength, speed, or heightened elemental magic abilities. The type and extent of enhancement depend on the element you choose to share. |
| Proficiency |
0% |
Some of these seem rather self-explanatory, but Allegiance Empowerment and Elemental Embodiment remain rather enigmatic, Thorian mused. Empowerment''s true effects are challenging to test at the moment. However, I can certainly explore Elemental Embodiment.
Surveying his surroundings, Thorian scanned for suitable targets nearby. After a moment''s search, his eyes settled on a sizable rock¡ªstanding five meters tall and ten meters wide¡ªan ideal test subject.
Bracing himself, Thorian initiated his new skill. Elemental Embodiment: Flame.
A torrent of flames erupted from every inch of his being, and an instinctual understanding led him to the appropriate name for the skill he intended to employ. Fire Stream.
The flames enveloping him intensified in both mass and heat, transforming him into an embodiment of fire. Extending both hands, he concentrated the fiery energy into a focal point in front of him.
Boom!
The fire stream surged from Thorian''s outstretched hands toward the rock with blinding speed, piercing its target with roaring flames. As the skill gradually dissipated, Thorian observed its aftermath. The flames had seared a path through the grass and soil before reaching the rock, leaving behind a gaping hole in the melted stone. The devastation extended further; the ground beyond the rock now blazed uncontrollably.
Determined to continue his experiments, Thorian smiled before activating another skill. Elemental Embodiment: Water.
Just as before, the name of the skill came instinctively to him. Water Pillar.
A vertical jet of water surged from the ground where the fire had raged, swiftly dousing the flames. The colossal water pillar, immense in size and width, surged forward with relentless force before gradually dispersing into a cascade of droplets.
Elemental Embodiment: Wind.
Green mana enveloped Thorian as gusts of wind coalesced around him, eventually forming a small, localized tornado. Greater Gale Slash.
With a swift movement of his staff, Thorian cast his next spell. A vertical wind slash erupted from the tip of his emberstrike cane, drawing in air from the surroundings. The force nearly caused Thorian to lose control of the spell. When he regained his bearings and assessed the aftermath, he witnessed the giant rock cleaved in half, sundered as if by the sharpest blade.
"Target down, I presume," Thorian chuckled to himself, pleased with the display of his newfound abilities.
Eager to explore the final aspect of his skill, Thorian activated it once more. Elemental Embodiment: Earth.
Lifting his staff, he intoned the skill''s true name. Stonewhirl Assault.
Five jagged rock cones materialized above Thorian, swiftly spinning with tremendous force. With a deft flick of his staff, each cone struck the ground in succession before unleashing a powerful shockwave. The spinning projectiles tore through the earth, leaving behind small craters in their wake.
A smile crept across Thorian''s face as he contemplated, This would be an incredible skill to overwhelm an enemy. Its spinning motion offers impressive armor-piercing properties.
Lost in his thoughts, Thorian was suddenly jolted by a whooshing sound to his right. Swiveling around, he caught sight of Ventus, who regarded him with raised eyebrows and a bewildered expression.
"King?"
Chapter 119: New Fur New Me
"King?" Ventus gazed at Thorian, his expression veiled with disbelief, as the rest of the team materialized in a flash beside him, one after another.
Harald, leaping with effortless grace to stand beside Thorian, approached him with an inquisitive arch to his brow. ¡°So, you''ve evolved, Thorian?¡±
¡°Indeed, I have,¡± Thorian affirmed, his smile wide as he reached up to pat Harald''s snout. The Storm Direwolf loomed so imposingly that Thorian had to stretch to make contact with his partner''s formidable muzzle.
¡°What''s with this ludicrous appearance?¡± Harald queried, his huff laden with playful reproach before he nuzzled Thorian''s neck with affectionate, tickling licks.
¡°It¡¯s rather over-the-top, isn¡¯t it?¡± Thorian chuckled, enjoying Harald''s endearing attention. He then turned to the assembled team with a playful smile. ¡°So, what¡¯s your verdict on your king¡¯s new look?¡±
¡°As ridiculous as everything else you do, my lord,¡± Forlune retorted, punctuating his response with hearty laughter.
¡°It befits you perfectly, my king,¡± Vigil interjected, his tone laden with respect. ¡°Your transformation must have been remarkable to yield such a change.¡± He glanced at the aftermath of Thorian¡¯s testing, acknowledging the undeniable might unleashed. ¡°And its powers are nothing short of impressive.¡±
Meanwhile, Aqua remained contemplative. ¡°My king, I witnessed your display of elemental prowess from a distance. Were those your newly awakened abilities? Their power is truly great.¡±
Thorian shook his head. ¡°Those weren''t separate elemental abilities; they¡¯re facets of one single skill. I still possess a couple more in my arsenal.¡±
"What a wondrous evolution," Zogarth stepped forward, bowing deeply. "My lord, the anticipation of witnessing the heights you''ll reach fills me with great reverence. It¡¯s a true honor to bear witness to the rebirth of Mazahithar."
Thorian arched an eyebrow at the mention of the old but familiar name, then gently patted the general¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Come on now, Zogarth. You know I don¡¯t like too much flattery. It¡¯s just an evolution, not much different from the rest.¡±
Turning to address the rest of the team, he remarked, ¡°I see you¡¯ve already defeated the guardian. I presume you have already divided the rewards.¡±
¡°No, we haven¡¯t,¡± Forlune replied, shaking his head. ¡°As our king, it would be highly disrespectful for us to distribute the spoils in your absence.¡±
Thorian¡¯s smile widened at their loyalty. ¡°Well then, I shall not make you wait any longer. Let''s reap the fruits of our labor.¡±
With a sense of purpose, the group hurried to where the Lightning King had fallen. In its place stood a colossal treasure chest. With eager anticipation, Thorian lifted the lid, and a dazzling prismatic light spilled forth.
Today just keeps getting better, Thorian mused internally. I suppose the saying is true ¨C good things do come in pairs.
| Stormcaller Rod |
| Rarity |
Purple Cloud |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
20 |
| Description |
Crafted from ancient Tempest Oak, the Stormcaller Rod is imbued with the essence of lightning, making it highly resistant to electric discharges. At its apex rests a crackling blue gem that amplifies the wielder''s control over lightning magic. |
| Stat Bonuses |
Mana +25, Agility +10 |
| Abilities |
Increases the potency of lightning-based spells by 20%. |
| Special Abilities |
Chain Lightning Surge: Once daily, the rod channels the wielder''s energy, enabling the casting of a Chain Lightning spell. This spell connects multiple enemies within a 15-meter radius, dealing moderate lightning damage to the initial target and branching off to nearby foes, hitting up to 10 additional targets with reduced but significant damage. This electrifying surge prioritizes the closest enemies, potentially striking multiple foes in a chain reaction. |
Observing the staff pulsating with azure runes, Thorian smiled before turning to Ventus and tossing the staff toward him. ¡°This one¡¯s yours.¡±
As Ventus caught the weapon and inspected it, his eyes widened in astonishment. ¡°Are you certain, King? This is incredible!¡±
¡°I already have my own,¡± Thorian replied with a smile, twirling his emberstrike cane deftly.
¡°Congratulations on your new weapon,¡± Vigil congratulated Ventus warmly. ¡°It seems to be immensely powerful.¡±
¡°You bet your nose it is!¡± Ventus exclaimed enthusiastically. ¡°This is going to double my strength, at least!¡±
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Chuckling at Ventus''s excitement, Thorian shifted his attention back to the treasure chest. Within it lay another item that seemed as formidable as the staff he had handed to Ventus: a ring.
| Thunderstrike Band |
| Rarity |
Purple Cloud |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
20 |
| Description |
The Thunderstrike Band is a shimmering ring forged from charged Stormsilver, radiating a faint crackling aura. Encircling the central setting is a pulsating azure gem that harnesses the power of lightning, empowering the wearer''s affinity for electric magic. |
| Stat Bonuses |
Mana +30 |
| Abilities |
Increases the potency of lightning-based spells by 15%. |
| Special Ability |
Surge Amplification: Once a day, the ring channels the wearer''s energy, enhancing the next lightning-based spell cast within 5 minutes. This spell surges with amplified power, dealing increased lightning damage to a single target or spreading its electrifying force to adjacent enemies in a 3-meter radius, inflicting moderate damage. |
Lightning-based spells, huh? Interesting. I should acquire a strong one soon, Thorian mused inwardly before pivoting and displaying the ring. ¡°This one''s mine.¡±
Receiving affirming nods from the team, Thorian slipped the ring onto his index finger. He continued sifting through the remaining items until he uncovered a pair of shoes.
| Tempest Striders |
| Rarity |
Yellow Storm |
| Class Requirement |
Warrior or Assassin |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
10 |
| Description |
The Tempest Striders are sleek footwear crafted from supple Stormweave fabric, adorned with subtle golden lightning motifs along the edges. These shoes are designed for agility and speed, providing the wearer with increased mobility and comfort while traversing various terrains. |
| Stat Bonuses |
Agility +20, Strength +5 |
| Abilities |
Enhances the wearer''s movement speed by 10%. |
Looking at the description, Thorian turned around to Forlune and Zogarth. ¡°This pair of shoes suit the both of you. Decide between yourselves who it suits more and who is more worthy of it.¡±
Thorian extended the item to Zogarth, who examined it closely before passing it to Forlune. ¡°I believe these fit your style more, given your emphasis on speed.¡±
Forlune accepted the shoes, scrutinizing them with a smile. ¡°Thank you, Zogarth. I owe you one,¡± he acknowledged with a slight bow.
With that matter settled, Thorian swiftly sorted through the remaining equipment. Blades and spears were distributed among the team''s warriors, and Thorian presented a priest robe to Vigil. Finally, he perused the skill parchments and recipes.
| Lightning Dash Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Warrior or Assassin |
| Advancement Requirement |
First Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Unlocks the active skill "Lightning Dash." This skill enables the user to channel lightning energy, swiftly propelling themselves forward in a lightning-infused dash. Upon activation, the user moves at an accelerated speed for a short distance, leaving behind streaks of crackling lightning energy. This rapid movement allows for quick repositioning or evasive maneuvers in combat, granting a temporary burst of agility and speed. |
Observing the skill scroll, Thorian pivoted and scanned his team until his gaze settled on a particular member. ¡°Zarjin, this skill is tailored for you.¡±
Thorian handed the skill scroll to the goblin champion, who, upon inspecting it, promptly bowed. ¡°Thank you, my lord, for your thoughtfulness.¡±
¡°You''ve earned it,¡± Thorian affirmed with a nod.
Returning his attention to the nearly depleted treasure chest, Thorian noticed only one recipe remaining alongside a collection of small, blue pebble-sized stones. Extracting the recipe, he examined it closely.
| Stormstrike Grenade Recipe |
| Skill Requirements |
Alchemy II |
| Material |
Two Pulse Poppies, One Sparkstone Shard |
| Description |
This concoction creates the Stormstrike Grenade, a throwable alchemical item infused with the volatile essence of lightning. When activated and thrown, the grenade explodes upon impact, releasing a surge of crackling electrical energy in a 5-meter radius. The burst disorients and temporarily stuns enemies caught within its range, leaving them vulnerable to subsequent attacks. |
That reminds me. Hamur has advanced in his alchemy skills. He can commence crafting the elixir after some practice. I should entrust him with the recipes and some pulse poppies for experimentation, Thorian thought, mentally planning the next steps.
Inspecting the small, blue pebble-sized stones scattered across the treasure chest, Thorian quickly recognized them. Upon examining one closely, the name became clear: Sparkstone Shard.
Gathering all the shards into his pocket, Thorian turned to address the team. ¡°Well then, our tasks here are complete, gentlemen. It''s been a long day. Let¡¯s return and rest.¡±
The ten-member party, accompanied by the direwolves, made their way out of the dungeon through the portal, heading back toward the village. Despite the journey, Thorian''s mind continued to whirl with thoughts.
I wonder what''s unfolding in Locksley. Not having direct contact is unsettling, he pondered, exhaling deeply. No use dwelling on it now. Alacritas will provide his report tomorrow, and then I can assess the situation.
Interlude 9
William Ravenwood POV
William''s sword gleamed with an ethereal blue light as he locked gazes with the formidable hobgoblin before him. The chaos of the battlefield swirled around them¡ªa maelstrom of clashing steel and the bellowing roar of fireballs tearing through the air. Yet, in this tumultuous arena, William''s focus remained unyielding, fixed solely on his adversary.
With a burst of determination, William lunged toward the hobgoblin, his sword held aloft in a poised strike. The hobgoblin, equally resolute, tightened his grip on his spear and thrust forward, aiming directly at William''s solar plexus in a deadly dance of attack and counterattack.
But as the spear''s tip neared its target, William demonstrated his battle-honed prowess. Shifting his weight with practiced ease, he twisted his body just so, allowing the spear to merely graze his plated armor. In one fluid motion, William spun, his blade arcing through the air in a lethal horizontal backslash that ended the hobgoblin''s defiance in a swift decapitation.
Level up!
The notification materialized before William, a fleeting herald of his victory. He allowed himself a brief, satisfied smile, wiping away the smear of purple blood that marked his face. "Just one more level to go," he murmured, a hint of anticipation in his tone.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself, my lord."
At the sound of the familiar voice, William turned to see an older man approaching. Henry, with his strong, sturdy build, exuded a seasoned warrior''s presence. "You''re not faring too badly yourself, Henry," William remarked, nodding towards the cluster of goblin corpses that lay eviscerated around the general¡ªa testament to his own ferocity in battle.
Surveying the battlefield, William noted that their segment of the block was now cleared of the goblin horde. The soldiers, weary yet triumphant, were taking their much-needed respite, gathering their strength after the arduous fight. The air, thick with the remnants of battle, spoke of a hard-won victory, yet also whispered of challenges yet to come.
William posed a question to General Henry as he cast a discerning eye over their surroundings, "Shall we take a moment to rest before advancing?"
General Henry, nodding sagely in agreement, responded, "I believe it would be prudent, my lord."
Settling themselves on the ground, William turned to Henry, his expression brightening with genuine interest. "I''ve noticed you''ve been at my son''s side these past few days. I''m eager to hear of your adventures together."
Henry''s face lit up with a proud smile. "Your son, Tristan, has been a beacon of leadership in these trying times," he began, his voice tinged with admiration. "He and Oswald stand out in this new generation. Their integrity and unwavering commitment to the people''s welfare are truly commendable."
"Ah, Oswald," William chuckled fondly. "He''s the very image of his mother. Lady Seraphine was an extraordinary woman."
"And thankfully, he inherited little from his father, which is quite a relief," Henry added, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness.
William raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, then burst into laughter. "You''re spot on, Henry. Apart from his hair, Oswald bears little resemblance to Johannes. Sometimes, it makes you question if he''s really his son."
Henry''s eyebrow arched in response, a look of disbelief crossing his face. "Surely you jest, my lord. It''s inconceivable that Lady Seraphine would have..."
William''s laughter grew louder at Henry''s reaction. "I''m just joking, Henry. You mustn''t take everything I say to heart."
"My lord," General Henry responded, shaking his head but not able to suppress a small chuckle, "you must be mindful of your words given your station."
Regaining his composure, William sighed, "Let''s forget about Johannes. His very memory can sour the sweetest of moments. Now, tell me more about your recent exploits. I want to hear more of your tales."
"Certainly, my lord," General Henry acquiesced, smoothly shifting the conversation''s course. "These recent days have been nothing short of remarkable. Despite my advancing years, I find myself rejuvenated, feeling stronger and more vigorous than ever. Even the persistent ache in my back has eased."
William responded with a warm pat on Henry''s shoulder. "I''m heartened to hear that. Now that you mention it, my own shoulder has healed remarkably well. It''s been ages since I''ve been able to wield a sword with such fluidity and grace."
Henry mused thoughtfully, "This newfound vigor, it''s as if it''s a boon from the gods themselves."
William, his gaze drifting upwards to the twin moons adorning the night sky, reflected aloud, "So it seems they give and take in equal measure. They unleash unspeakable horrors upon us, their devout followers, yet in turn, bestow upon us powers beyond our wildest imaginings."
Amidst William''s contemplative musings, Henry steered the conversation back to his experiences with Tristan. "His grace, Tristan, has also undergone a remarkable transformation. He hasn''t shirked his responsibilities, standing shoulder to shoulder with Oswald on the front lines, cutting down foes with unyielding resolve. Truthfully, watching him in battle takes me back to our younger days. It''s as though I''m once again fighting alongside you, facing down those barbarian hordes."
"Then he must be surpassing even us," William chuckled with a hint of pride. "Our skirmishes with those barbarians seem almost child''s play compared to the challenges he now faces."
Henry exhaled thoughtfully, his gaze lifting to the starlit sky, a smile playing on his lips. "Indeed, my lord. And his achievements don''t end on the battlefield. He''s also successfully brokered a deal with Jasmine to secure our food supplies and maintain our logistical support."
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William turned to face Henry, his interest piqued. "Ah, I''ve heard about that. Negotiating her a seat on the council in exchange, was it? The boy''s showing remarkable initiative. I regret not being there to witness it firsthand."
Henry, with a raised eyebrow, probed, "You''re not perturbed that he made such a significant decision without consulting you?"
William scoffed, dismissing the notion with a shake of his head. "Not in the slightest. That merchant lady stepped up when we needed her most, unlike those self-serving nobles who only joined the cause when it suited them. Had Tristan not offered her the seat, I would have done so myself."
At William''s words, Henry''s face softened into a relieved smile. "My lord, you truly have the people''s interests at heart." After a pause, Henry''s expression turned more reflective. "Speaking of Tristan''s achievements, you could have witnessed his glory first hand during the raid against the guardians at the outer walls."
William''s expression turned somber. "Ah, Henry, you know well why I couldn''t join that fight. The giant cat, a beast capable of controlling lightning, was rampaging dangerously close to the inner-wall. I had to confront that threat first. If left unchecked, it could have slaughtered all the citizens taking refuge there."
Henry nodded, with an understanding look. "Indeed, my lord. Your decision to protect the inner city was correct. Without your intervention, we might have returned victorious, only to find tragedy at home."
William''s gaze hardened, reflecting the weight of his responsibility. "It''s a leader''s duty to anticipate and neutralize the greatest threats, even if it means missing out on the glory of battle. Our people''s safety comes first."
With a robust laugh, William rose to his feet, invigorated, and stretched his muscles. "That''s enough rest for now. Let''s continue our mission. You can fill me in on the rest as we rid this land of more monsters."
Energized by the plan, Henry stood up and turned to address their assembled knights. "Attention!" he called out, his voice authoritative and commanding.
The knights, snapping to alertness, swiftly formed up into an orderly formation. Henry, with a commanding presence, issued his rallying cry, "The monsters rest not, so nor shall we! This very moment, our loved ones might be in peril, awaiting our rescue. We will not fail them. Tonight, we clear the western side of these foul creatures, ensuring they never defile this land again!"
"Sir, yes sir!" The unified response of the knights echoed, their eyes alight with unwavering determination.
William, observing the spirited response, turned to Henry with a smile. "You have a gift for inspiring the troops. I could never match your eloquence in speeches."
With renewed purpose, the group advanced through the block, decisively engaging any monster they encountered. The frontline warriors, empowered by the blessings of the priests, led the charge. Magi provided crucial long-range support, while agile assassins lurked in the shadows, ready to pounce and shift the balance of any skirmish in their favor.
Throughout their advance, Henry kept William informed about recent developments. He recounted Nalia''s terrifying organization of the great exodus and the heroic deeds of old man Robert, the first human to receive a blessed class. He also spoke of the guardians and the formidable monster king who had once bested him, painting a vivid picture of the ongoing struggle and the resilience of their comrades-in-arms.
As Henry detailed the encounter with the red-furred monster capable of speech, William''s interest piqued, his eyebrow arching in intrigue. "A talking monster, you say? Fascinating..."
"It was indeed an unusual experience, my lord," Henry continued, matching his pace with William''s as they led the army. "In all these days of battle, I thought I''d witnessed everything. But a monster that not only converses but negotiates? It was certainly a first for me."
William, deep in thought and stroking his chin, couldn''t help but smile slightly. "A creature both powerful and civilized, commanding an army of formidable beings... I would very much like to meet and speak with him one day."
This revelation left Henry momentarily speechless, his concern evident. "My lord... I fear that may not be the wisest course of action."
William shrugged nonchalantly, "Perhaps not, but that''s a matter for another time. Our immediate concern is Nalia, the so-called queen of the underground. Have there been any sightings of her?"
Regret shadowing his features, Henry admitted, "I''m sorry, my lord, but after her departure, we''ve lost track of her. We''ve spotted some of her underlings and attempted to tail them, but they''ve proven too elusive."
William''s usual calm demeanor shifted noticeably at the mention of Nalia. Spitting on the ground in disdain, he mused, "What could that witch be plotting? What''s her endgame?" His tone, laced with frustration and curiosity, reflected his deep concern over the enigmatic figure of Nalia and her unfathomable intentions.
Henry solemnly responded, "Only the gods may have insight into her intentions. Nalia''s abilities are indeed enigmatic and formidable. Her capacity to ensnare thousands with her illusions and bestow extraordinary powers defies all logic."
William, visibly troubled, bit his thumb in frustration. "I''m acutely aware of her dangerous potential. It''s precisely why I''m out here, fighting relentlessly. How can I remain idle when such a force exists, capable of bending me to her will at a mere whim? If she desired the throne, it would have been effortlessly hers, with my head likely rolling beside these fallen goblins."
As William expressed his concerns, Henry remained silent, acknowledging the grim reality of his lord''s words.
Lost in thought, William pondered aloud, "What could her ultimate goal be? If she hasn''t yet struck against me, there must be another motive. Is she seeking legitimacy? Perhaps she intends to rule from the shadows."
Amidst this contemplation, a hobgoblin suddenly emerged from a nearby alley, charging towards William.
"My lord, watch out!" Henry reacted swiftly, drawing his sword to protect his lord. Yet, William''s response was even quicker. With an agile maneuver, he sidestepped the spear thrust and, in a flash, drove his sword directly through the hobgoblin''s heart, showcasing his exceptional combat prowess and readiness for any threat.
Level up!
As the familiar notification flickered into view, William''s lips curled into a knowing smile. The realization dawned upon him, a clear and simple truth amidst the complexity of his worries. Why fret so much? The path ahead is straightforward ¨C continue fighting, continue growing stronger. That''s the key to overcoming these uncertainties.
With this newfound clarity, William felt a sense of peace. His heart, which had been racing with adrenaline and apprehension, steadied. His nerves, previously on edge, relaxed. He exhaled the breath he had been holding, ready to embrace this simple resolution.
But this moment of serenity was short-lived. Another notification abruptly appeared, jarring William from his newfound tranquility. The content of this new alert was so unexpected, so startling, that it shifted his state from calm to one of utter shock.
| The Aspect of War offers you a rare class advancement: Warbringer |
Chapter 120: Cultivation
As Thorian awoke, he quickly changed his clothes and made his way out. The day before, after conquering the second layer of the Thunderous Citadel, he had retrieved the Thunder¡¯s Boon Elixir recipe and some pulse poppies from the old storage room. He entrusted these to Hamur for practice, hopeful that Hamur had learned from previous trials before beginning mass production of the Elixirs.
Before visiting the Alchemist''s lab, Thorian decided to meet with Alacritas, his usual contact. The silver assassin updated him on the progress in clearing Locksley of monsters, noting an accelerated pace thanks to William''s advancement in class.
¡°What about the lady in green?¡± Thorian inquired abruptly.
¡°We haven¡¯t found her yet,¡± Alacritas replied, his tone apologetic. ¡°But we suspect she''s connected to the Strongheart family, one of the noble families ruling over the human city.¡±
¡°The Stronghearts?¡± Thorian''s eyebrow arched in intrigue. ¡°Go on.¡±
Thorian was familiar with the Stronghearts'' tumultuous past. Since the apocalypse''s onset, his knowledge of them was limited, primarily knowing them through Oswald, a friend of Tristan. Having only connected with Locksley in his second year post-apocalypse, Thorian''s understanding of their internal dynamics before that time was minimal.
"While conducting espionage within the inner city, we noticed that certain individuals were shadowing us. Given the average level of Locksley''s knights and soldiers, these men were clearly not ordinary military. We surmised they were subordinates of the lady in green," Alacritas reported.
Thorian stroked his chin thoughtfully. "How does this implicate the Strongheart family?"
"They only trailed us near the Strongheart mansion, my lord," Alacritas explained, his expression grave. "Each time we attempted to infiltrate the mansion, they were there, shadowing our movements. Beyond these instances, they were nowhere to be seen."
"An astute observation," Thorian acknowledged, falling into deep contemplation. Alacritas¡¯s findings suggest a complex situation in Locksley. If the Stronghearts have shifted their loyalty from William to this mysterious lady, she becomes a central figure in the region''s power dynamics.
"Excellent work," Thorian commended, patting Alacritas''s shoulder as the latter knelt. "But be extremely cautious. Our adversary is formidable and their full strength remains unknown. Avoid infiltrating the mansion further; focus instead on distant observation and information gathering."
"Understood, my king," Alacritas replied, his voice carrying a note of solemn duty.
After the meeting, Alacritas vanished swiftly, leaving Thorian to proceed alone to the Alchemist''s lab. There, he found Hamur already immersed in his work.
"You never seem to take a break," Thorian remarked with a hint of humor as he entered.
Hamur turned, a smile brightening his face. "I''m just eager to work on these elixirs, my lord." He reached for a bottle on a nearby table and presented it to Thorian. "You''ve arrived at a perfect time. This latest batch has been a success."
Thorian accepted the vial, examining it closely.
| Thunder¡¯s Boon Elixir |
| Quality |
Average |
| Description |
This transformative drink could greatly boost one''s cultivation. It can be used either to accelerate Qi accumulation while mediatating or help with the breakthrough to the Foundational realm. However, due to its potent nature, it should be used sparingly or risk severe side effects like intense vertigo, vomiting, and Qi disruption. |
"An average quality on your first attempt?" Thorian looked at Hamur, visibly impressed. "That''s an exceptional feat for a beginner."
Hamur modestly downplayed his achievement. "It''s just average, my lord. I had hoped to present you with a high-quality elixir, considering the opportunities you''ve given me."
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"Talented individuals deserve every chance to excel," Thorian responded, shrugging lightly. "As a leader, it''s my responsibility to identify such talent and provide the necessary resources."
"I''m deeply grateful for your high regard, my lord," Hamur said, bowing slightly.
Thorian offered a smile. "I''ll leave you to your work then. I plan to use this Elixir for my cultivation practice today. After meditating, I''ll bring more materials for you."
"As you command, my lord," Hamur acknowledged.
Thorian then departed from the lab and made his way to the Cultivation Hall. Upon entering his usual room, he noticed a clean wooden tub prepared at the center, ready for his use.
Thorian eyed the day with a determined glint. Today, I''ll finally rid myself of that loathsome goo, he mused, skillfully manipulating water into the tub. He then uncorked a vial of elixir, downing its contents in one swift gulp. The liquid left a peculiar, static-like taste in his mouth, flavorless yet tingling on his tongue and throat.
Seconds later, a surge of immense energy cascaded through his veins, racing towards his dantian. It was a searing torrent, making his muscles feel as though they were tearing under its force. Stabilization is crucial, he thought urgently.
Wasting no time, Thorian leaped into the tub, adopting a cross-legged position. His focus sharpened, intent on reigning in the relentless energy storming through him. Methodically, he began channeling it into his dantian, transforming it into condensed Qi droplets.
The effects were immediate. Thorian sensed a significant acceleration in his Qi gathering ¨C the ether flooded into him at a pace double, perhaps even triple his usual rate of cultivation. He seamlessly merged the ether, seeping through his pores, with the internal energy flow, both converging in his dantian.
With each deep, controlled breath, Thorian steadied his meditation. Gradually, the once overwhelming energy became manageable, no longer straining his muscles. The initial turmoil gave way to a serene, smooth flow, marking the rest of his session with a tranquil ease.
For the past several days, Thorian had adhered to a strict regimen, dedicating an hour and a half each day to cultivation, diligently amassing Qi in his dantian. He consciously avoided venturing into uncharted territories within his Vermillion Meridian, aware of his unpreparedness for conquering new gates.
As the session drew to a close, Thorian gradually opened his eyes, returning to the tangible world. The first sight that greeted him was a glowing notification floating ethereally before him.
Rank up!
Intrigued and eager to assess his advancements, Thorian summoned his status window, anticipating the revelations it would bring.
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| Race |
Elemental Lord Kobold |
| Level |
1/45 (exp: 6412/22000) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
27/40 (exp: 983/25000) |
| Lifespan |
70 years |
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Sixth Stage (41.3%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
132 |
| Agility |
146 |
| Constitution |
124 |
| Mana |
111 |
| Qi |
150 |
| Free Points |
45 |
Thorian''s gaze lingered on his updated statistics, a surge of pride swelling within him. My agility is nearing the 150 mark, he thought. With focused effort, I could elevate it to 200 in just a few levels. However, he was not one to tunnel-vision on a single attribute. His "Jack of All Trades" Skill had taught him the value of maintaining a balanced stat profile. This time, he was determined to strategically distribute his stats, aiming to bring all his main attributes to the 200 threshold simultaneously.
His cultivation session complete, Thorian surveyed his surroundings. The once clear water in the pool had turned into a murky, viscous black, tainted with filth. Though still thick, it was far less adhesive than the undiluted goo he had previously contended with.
Rising, Thorian carried the bathtub outside the hall. He meticulously cleaned the tub, removing any residual goo, then used his Water Manipulation skill for a thorough self-cleaning. This newfound ability was a significant upgrade from the painful waterballs he used before, which often left bruises. Now, he could effortlessly adjust the pressure and flow of water to his liking.
Feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, Thorian donned his robe and set off for the Village Hall. It was time for his daily meeting with the trustees, a routine that grounded his days with a sense of purpose and direction.
Chapter 121: Daily Meeting
Thorian stepped into the Village Hall, where he found Melina diligently recording the day''s quests for a pair of hobgoblins. As she concluded her task and lifted her gaze, her features morphed into an expression of stark surprise.
"I don''t believe we''ve met before," she said, advancing to scrutinize Thorian''s unfamiliar guise.
At this, Thorian let out a soft chuckle. "Have you already forgotten me, Melina?"
The sound of Thorian''s voice, barely altered despite his evolution, made Melina gasp. "My lord, forgive me. Have you undergone your evolution?"
"Indeed, I have," Thorian replied, his eyes glinting with pride as he surveyed his new form. "This appearance differs greatly from my previous one, so your confusion is understandable."
"It''s certainly distinctive," Melina conceded. "This is my first encounter with such a transformation. I wasn''t even aware that an evolution like yours was possible."
"Our circumstances are indeed unprecedented," Thorian said with a laugh. "The notion of monsters acquiring classes was inconceivable until we achieved it. Naturally, the evolutions arising from such a scenario are extraordinary."
"That makes sense, my lord," Melina agreed, nodding. "And there''s this peculiar aura about you, reminiscent of a regal creature, akin to a dragon or a phoenix."
"Comparing me to such exalted beings is far too generous," Thorian said with a dismissive scoff. "Those creatures could obliterate this entire kingdom on a whim. Their power is so vast, it makes any comparison to me absurd."
Melina''s laughter was light, her tone filled with unwavering faith. "Yet, I am confident that one day, you too will reach such heights, my lord. Knowing you, you won''t rest until you''ve scaled those peaks."
Her words, coming from the beautiful elven maiden, almost coaxed a blush from Thorian, but he swiftly concealed his emotions with a cough. "Let''s set aside the flattery for now. Are my generals and unit leaders gathered in the room upstairs?"
"Yes, my lord," Melina chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "They await your arrival to commence the meeting."
With that confirmation, Thorian cast a glance towards the stairway leading to the upper room. "Then I shouldn''t keep them waiting."
After receiving a nod of affirmation from Melina, Thorian ascended the stairs. The meeting room was full, save for one vacant chair. He took his place beside Forlune and whispered, "Yesterday''s meeting felt incomplete without you, Forlune."
Forlune''s smile was one of gratitude. "Your words honor me, my king."
Surveying the assembly, Thorian initiated the meeting. "Fortunately, we face no urgent crises today. However, there are topics we must address to steer our village''s future in the coming weeks."
Clearing his throat, he continued, "But first, I need a summary of yesterday''s discussions."
"Yes, my lord," Zogarth interjected confidently. "Following our strategy, the four additional squads successfully navigated the fourth layer of the Verdant Labyrinth. Remarkably, they incurred no serious injuries, and those afflicted by the purple cloud were promptly treated with detoxification potions."
Elder Yur couldn''t hide his satisfaction. "I always said our goblin champions were dependable," he remarked, his voice tinged with pride.
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Thorian, absorbing the news, nodded in approval. "That''s encouraging. Given your firsthand experience in the Thunderous Citadel''s second layer, do you think these squads, if combined, could conquer it without suffering any losses?"
Zogarth''s response was earnest and assured. "I see no reason for failure, my lord. Honestly, the Thunderous Citadel''s challenges, formidable as they are, seem less intricate than those of the Labyrinth''s fourth layer. The Lightning King, while powerful, isn''t insurmountable. I''m confident they won''t let you down."
A smile crept onto Thorian''s face. Indeed, the second layer of the Thunderous Citadel isn''t overly difficult along the standard path. The real challenge was the hidden boss, but that''s no longer a concern.
Thorian''s declaration carried an air of confidence. "Today, our four parties, including the main one, will take on the second layer," he stated. "The leaders will be myself, Forlune, Zogarth, and Elder Omn."
Elder Omn expressed his gratitude. "Your trust honors us, my lord. We won''t let you down."
With the plan in place, Thorian shifted the focus. "Now, let''s discuss the progress of your units. I''m particularly interested in their average levels and cultivation ranks."
Forlune promptly responded, "Our company''s members average level eight in their first advancement class and ten in their species class. As for cultivation, they''ve reached the third stage."
Zogarth concurred, "Our unit''s levels are comparable, my lord."
Thorian nodded, then turned his attention to Elder Omn. "And your progress with the goblin champions?"
Elder Omn, after exchanging glances with his fellow elders, said, "I''ve recently advanced to a Wildseer class, now at level 10. My species level is nearing 23; just seventeen more levels until evolution. The other elders and champions are on a similar path."
Thorian nodded approvingly. "A Wildseer is a commendable class. Continue advancing your levels. I eagerly anticipate your evolution and the new forms it will bring."
Elder Omn, smiling, replied, "That day is as eagerly awaited by me, my lord. Your encouragement means a great deal."
Thorian''s gaze swept over his trusted advisors, pausing on Forlune. "The same expectation extends to all of you."
Forlune, the kobold general, couldn''t contain his excitement. "That day is upon us, my king. I''m just one level shy of evolving. I''m certain my new form will be formidable."
Thorian''s eyebrows raised in pleasant surprise, and a smile spread across his face. "I have no doubt about that, Forlune."
Thorian lightened the mood with a quip, "Let''s move on from the commendations. Our meeting isn''t just for uplifting speeches." He chuckled, then got down to business. "Apart from dungeon matters, today''s focus is on our village''s next phase of upgrades."
Aqua, ever curious, leaned in. "What are our needs, my king? The village''s growth is paramount for us all."
"We need an abundance of rocks and wood," Thorian said, taking a deep breath. "You''re all aware of our wood requirements. As for rocks, they''re crucial for future upgrades. It''s wise to stockpile them now, in these relatively calm times."
Vigil''s brow creased in thought, then he voiced his concern. "Are you referring to the lady in green, my lord? Do you suspect she might strike at us again?"
Thorian''s tone hardened. "She''s already dealt us a heavy blow. As long as we both inhabit this forest, peaceful coexistence is impossible."
Elder Omn, puzzled, interjected, "Forgive my ignorance, my lord, but I''m unfamiliar with this lady in green."
Thorian realized the oversight. "Ah, you weren''t here for that ordeal. She orchestrated the largest assault on our village, commanding thousands of mind-controlled humans to attempt our annihilation."
¡°We did end up killing her whole army as retaliation, though,¡± Forlune added with a hint of anger. ¡°But that whore was not in the mix, and it¡¯s because of her that Nox is in the state he is in.¡±
The mention of Nox cast a somber shadow over the meeting room. A primal ferocity, long suppressed by their evolution and assimilation into civilization, resurfaced among the kobolds. Even Elder Omn, previously unaware of Nox''s significance, sensed the deep impact he had on Thorian and his kin.
Forlune''s voice was a low growl, brimming with barely contained rage. "I want to tear her to pieces right now."
Thorian''s response was calm yet firm. "That time will come," he said, rising from his chair. "For now, let''s adjourn. We must continue to work diligently for the well-being and prosperity of our village."
Chapter 122: More Quests!
As the meeting adjourned, Thorian and his trustees briskly exited the room. The air was crisp as they approached the Village Altar, their footsteps echoing softly. Just as they were about to disperse, Melina''s voice pierced the tranquility.
"My lord, may I have a moment of your time?" she called out.
Thorian, caught off guard, paused and turned. He placed a reassuring hand on Forlune''s shoulder. "Gentlemen, I''ll reconvene with you at noon."
"Take care, my king," Forlune replied, his grin mischievous, his gaze flitting playfully between Thorian and Melina. "And... enjoy."
Thorian chuckled, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "You fool," he muttered, but there was warmth in his eyes. He then pivoted gracefully and strode towards Melina.
"What brings you to me today, Melina?" Thorian inquired, his eyebrow arching with curiosity. "It''s rare for you to seek my assistance."
"It''s not help I seek," Melina replied, shaking her head slightly. She turned her gaze towards the bulletin board. "There''s a new special quest posted, one I believe will capture your interest."
At her words, a spark of excitement ignited in Thorian''s chest. "Indeed? Then let''s see what this is about," he said, his voice tinged with anticipation.
He approached the bulletin board with purposeful strides. Amidst the array of daily quests, his eyes quickly identified an unfamiliar parchment. With a swift motion, he tore it from the board and unfolded it, his eyes scanning the contents eagerly.
| Sovereign''s Dominion |
| Description |
Embark on a prestigious quest designed exclusively for those with the esteemed Lord Attribute. This quest challenges you to demonstrate your sovereign prowess by claiming three strategic territory altars scattered across the realm. Upon successful completion, you''ll unlock a unique boon that enhances your growth and influence as a leader. |
| Quest Requirement |
Possessing a Lord Attribute. |
| Quest Objectives |
Identify and locate the three territory altars. These altars are hidden within the realm and are guarded by mystical creatures or complex puzzles.
Claim each altar by solving the puzzles or defeating the guardians. Each altar will require a unique approach, testing your strategy and combat skills.
Secure the altars under your sovereignty or vassal sovereignty to complete the quest.
|
| Rewards |
Primary Reward: Sovereign''s Rest Bonus. Every house under your direct or vassal sovereignty becomes a source of power. When you or your vassals sleep within these houses, an experience gain boost is activated, lasting for an equal duration as the rest taken.
Additional Rewards: Arcane Coins, Experience Points, and a chance to discover village-enhancing items or recipes. These rewards are specifically geared towards bolstering communal infrastructure and defenses, focusing on the collective good over individual strength.
|
While Thorian perused the quest details, Melina leaned in beside him, her eyes scanning the document. "I noticed a specific requirement," she said thoughtfully. "Do you, by any chance, possess such an attribute, my lord?"
"Indeed, I do," Thorian confirmed with a nod, after a thorough read. "My evolution is Elemental Lord Kobold. I presume that qualifies, otherwise this quest wouldn''t have surfaced here."
He handed the parchment to Melina. "But that''s merely my assumption. We''ll know for sure once you attempt to register the quest."
"I hope for the best, my lord," Melina replied, taking the parchment with a nod of determination.
As Melina initiated the registration process, Thorian''s mind whirled with excitement, a grin threatening to break across his face. What a remarkable quest! An experience boost every time we sleep in a house, and it scales with tiers? The benefits of this quest could be significant, even years from now.
Thorian had always been driven by efficiency and foresight since the onset of the apocalypse. He could have chosen the simpler path of a fire magus, reminiscent of his past life, and progressed rapidly. Yet, he opted for the more challenging journey of an Elemental Magus, despite its quadruple advancement requirements. This choice was driven by his understanding of the immense potential this class held over time. Even now, he was beginning to reap the rewards of his long-term strategy.
The revelation of a quest with scaling benefits throughout the lifetime of his territory, extending even to his vassal states, struck Thorian as a divine boon. He knew that any effort invested in this quest would yield returns far exceeding the initial input.
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"My lord," Melina''s voice gently pulled Thorian from his deep contemplation. He turned to her just in time to see the parchment in her hands begin to disintegrate. "It was a success."
Upon hearing this, Thorian''s heart leapt. He swiftly summoned his journal, eager to verify the news with his own eyes, hardly daring to trust the surge of excitement sparked by her words. The potential implications of successfully registering such a quest filled him with a sense of profound anticipation.
Show Journal.
| Journal |
| Purification of E?rendil''s Sanctuary |
| Sovereign''s Dominion |
Thorian''s eyes widened as he confirmed the quest''s addition to his journal. "It''s indeed listed," he muttered. His attention, however, quickly shifted to another matter. "But the quest chain for E?rendil''s Sanctuary remains unupdated," he observed, looking up at Melina with a querying gaze.
Melina''s expression mirrored his concern. "Is that so, my lord? Are you planning to embark on that journey soon? I can update the chain for you, if you wish."
"Not immediately," Thorian replied, shaking his head. "But an update would be prudent."
As Melina nodded in understanding, her eyes momentarily glazed over, a shimmering light dancing in her pupils ¨C a phenomenon Thorian recognized as a unique trait of those in the receptionist''s role, interfacing with an unseen system.
"Just a moment..." Melina murmured. After a brief pause, the light vanished from her eyes, and she looked at Thorian with a smile. "The update is complete. The new quest should now be visible in your journal."
Acknowledging her words, Thorian opened his journal again, his anticipation evident in the swift, purposeful motion. The evolving narrative of his quest-filled world continued to unfold before him, each new entry a step into uncharted territories of adventure and strategy.
Show Journal.
| Journal |
| The Ring of Amelia''s Grace |
| Sovereign''s Dominion |
Deciding to learn more about this new quest, Thorian focused on it to inspect its description.
| The Ring of Amelia''s Grace |
| Description |
As you delve deeper into the mysteries of the Lost Elven Sanctuary of E?rendil, you stumble upon the Feywild Thicket, a once-enchanting forest now beginning to show signs of a sinister corruption. The once harmonious realm has started to succumb to a creeping darkness, affecting both the land and its inhabitants. Your quest is to uncover the source of this corruption and retrieve the Ring of Amelia''s Grace from the increasingly tainted forest. |
| Quest Objectives |
Explore the Feywild Thicket: Navigate through the forest, which is showing early signs of corruption. Encounter environmental puzzles that reflect the unsettling changes in the forest''s nature.
Face the Afflicted Guardians: Confront spirit elves and forest creatures that are beginning to show signs of corruption. These encounters require a mix of combat and understanding the plight of these afflicted beings.
Locate the Partially Corrupted Shrine: Search for the shrine of Amelia, which now harbors both purity and emerging darkness, reflecting the forest''s current state.
Secure the Ring of Amelia''s Grace: Retrieve the ring, which is in the early stages of corruption, and solve puzzles that are simpler than those in an endgame scenario but still challenging.
|
| Rewards |
10,000 Arcane Coins
50,000 Experience Points
Amelia''s Echo Cloak
Lesser Gem of Fey Insight
E?rendil''s Short Bow of the Forest Guardian
Title: Defender of the Feywild
|
Thorian gazed at the journal, awe-struck. Incredible rewards, he whispered, barely containing his excitement. To be offered a title so early in my journey¡ The other rewards listed were equally enticing ¨C the promise of substantial experience points alone made the endeavor worth pursuing, not to mention the additional items that were sure to be of great value.
"My lord, I must advise against venturing into the Sanctuary prematurely," Melina interjected, her tone laced with concern. "The perils within are beyond our current comprehension."
"I''m aware of the risks," Thorian replied solemnly. "I have no intention of entering until our party is sufficiently strengthened, with most members having achieved their second advancement."
Melina exhaled a sigh of relief at his words. "That is reassuring to hear."
Thorian sensed an opportunity to probe for more information, which Melina undoubtedly possessed, but he chose restraint. Her reluctance to divulge details indicated deeper complexities or constraints he was yet to understand.
Changing the subject, Melina asked, "Do you plan to conquer more territory altars, my lord?"
"Indeed, that is my intention," Thorian confirmed. "However, there are challenges to consider, primarily the leadership of these new territories."
As his mind raced with plans and possibilities, Thorian consciously shelved these thoughts for the moment. "But such decisions can wait. There are other pressing matters I must attend to first," he concluded, his focus shifting to the immediate tasks at hand, each step forward a calculated move in the grand strategy of his leadership.
Chapter 123: Ranking Exam
After registering his new quests with Melina, including the daily ones, Thorian proceeded with his routine morning activities. Harnessing his formidable powers, he guided a group of advanced goblins through the initial three layers of the Verdant Labyrinth and the inaugural layer of the Thunderous Citadel. This undertaking was more of a warm-up for him. Later, he reconvened with his primary team to delve into the deeper challenges of the fourth layer of the Labyrinth and the second stratum of the Thunderous Citadel. The rigorous exploration of these dungeons yielded ample experience, enabling Thorian to level up both his species and class.
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| Race |
Elemental Lord Kobold |
| Level |
2/45 (EXP: 3289/24000) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
28/40 (EXP: 1342/27000) |
| Lifespan |
70 years |
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Sixth Stage (41.3%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
135 |
| Agility |
149 |
| Constitution |
126 |
| Mana |
113 |
| Qi |
150 |
| Free Points |
50 |
I¡¯m on the cusp of breaching the 150 mark in agility, Thorian pondered internally. Once the abyss is accessible, these statistics will appear even more astounding than they currently are.
His cultivation and racial traits synergistically amplified his Strength and Agility, allowing these attributes to burgeon without Thorian having to allocate many of his free points. In contrast, his Mana stat required direct enhancement from the points accrued through class leveling, hence its comparatively slower progression.
Now that I''ve mastered the manipulation of all four elements, augmenting my mana directly bolsters my power, Thorian reflected.
With that resolution, he invested all his available free points into Mana, anticipating the surge in power that would follow.
Mana: 113 -> 163
As Thorian allocated his points, a surge of energy erupted from within him. The mana cloud, previously orbiting his heart, grew denser and more expansive. Reaching the 200-point threshold will allow me to condense this cloud into an actual mana heart. It''ll be modest in size, but certainly a start, he contemplated, envisioning his progress in the near future.
Lost in thought, Thorian''s steps unconsciously led him to the magus guild, where he planned to spend a significant portion of the afternoon. Upon entering, he was greeted by Fizzlegrin, who awaited his arrival.
"Is today the day?" Thorian inquired, alluding to his anticipated guild rank advancement.
"Indeed, my lord," the Guild Master responded with a cheerful grin. "Complete your quests, and you''ll be eligible for the ranking exam."
Without further ado, Thorian made his way to the leftmost room, his mind already on other pressing matters. "Let''s not dilly-dally," he declared.
Over the next two hours, Thorian busied himself infusing depleted stones with mana. Upon completing this task, he felt unusually rejuvenated. His mana pool remained surprisingly ample, and his mental acuity was razor-sharp.
A high mana stat certainly sharpens the mind, but this level of clarity is extraordinary, Thorian mused. It''s likely that my recent evolution plays a part in this as well.
Thorian, seasoned in his experiences, understood that status windows and descriptions only revealed part of the story. His speculation about the influence of his evolution was not unfounded ¨C there were always subtleties and nuances that defied simple explanation.
"My lord, witnessing your daily growth in efficiency is truly remarkable," Fizzlegrin''s voice pulled Thorian back from his contemplations. "You have ascended to the stature of a master. Your success rate with the stones now exceeds 40%."
Thorian responded with humble gratitude, "Thank you, Guild Master." Yet inwardly, he wasn''t overly impressed with his own performance. Even peak level second-advancement magi, not to mention Grandmagi, nearly always succeed with these stones. It''s a basic rite for beginners, he thought to himself.
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Fizzlegrin, hopping down from his chair, energetically suggested, "Now, my lord, let''s complete your quests and commence the ranking exam."
"I could ask for nothing better," Thorian replied with a chuckle, following the Guild Master''s diminutive figure. Fizzlegrin''s hopping gait seemed endearing, almost childlike. But Thorian was well aware that beneath this adorable exterior lay formidable power. Any individual who held the title of Guild Master was at a minimum a fourth advancement in their class. This small, lavender-furred being could lay waste to Locksley with a single spell, were it not for divine regulations restraining such might.
"All your quests are now marked complete," Fizzlegrin announced, then glanced towards a room beyond his desk. "Shall we begin the test?"
"Absolutely, Guild Master," Thorian agreed promptly.
They proceeded into the inner chamber, a vast library where shelves upon shelves lined every wall. Thorian''s gaze swept across the room, quickly tallying the hundreds of books and innumerable parchments that filled the space, a testament to the vast repository of knowledge and power that the Guild harbored.
In the center of the chamber, four crystal balls caught Thorian''s attention. Their size and hue mirrored the one he had encountered in the mana control chamber.
Fizzlegrin explained the task at hand. "The test is straightforward. You are to imbue these crystal balls with your mana. The complexity lies in the requirement to use elemental mana. You may opt to use a single element, or challenge yourself with all four for greater rewards."
The Guild Master then added with a sigh, "My lord, there''s no shame in failure, given the novelty of this task. It''s uncommon for anyone to pass this exam on their first attempt without prior experience or training. In fact, magi often fail five or six times before they successfully advance."
As Fizzlegrin offered these words of consolation, Thorian couldn¡¯t suppress a chuckle. "Fate indeed spins a curious web."
Fizzlegrin, puzzled by his remark, furrowed his brow. "I''m not quite sure what you mean, my lord."
Thorian casually dismissed his previous comment with a shake of his head. "It''s nothing significant," he assured. "Just that yesterday morning, this task would have been an insurmountable challenge for me. Now, it seems like the simplest gift fate could have bestowed."
Fizzlegrin watched, perplexed, as Thorian approached the first crystal ball. Placing his hand upon it, Thorian engaged his Fire Manipulation skill, gently channeling his fire mana into the orb. Gradually, it glowed with a vibrant orange hue, intensifying with each infusion of mana. Sensing the limit of the ball''s capacity, Thorian ceased his flow of mana just in time.
"My lord, your abilities never cease to amaze!" Fizzlegrin marveled, stepping closer. "You¡¯ve mastered Fire Manipulation? That¡¯s astounding!"
"It''s merely a boon from someone I encountered," Thorian replied with a chuckle, recalling his interaction with Tza''har. "And fire isn¡¯t the only element I''ve been gifted with."
Without further elaboration, Thorian moved to the next crystal ball, filling it with water mana. He then proceeded to imbue the remaining two spheres with wind and earth mana, respectively.
Glancing back at Fizzlegrin''s astonished expression, Thorian inquired, "Does this conclude the exam?"
"Yes, indeed," Fizzlegrin nodded, his excitement palpable. "You''ve passed spectacularly!"
As he spoke, a curious glimmer flashed in Fizzlegrin''s eyes. Almost simultaneously, a notification materialized before Thorian.
The congratulatory message floated before Thorian''s eyes:
[Congratulations! You have passed the Magus Guild D-rank Exam.]
[As you fulfilled the additional criteria, your rewards have been enhanced!]
| Select from the following three rewards |
| Possible Rewards |
Four Basic Elements¡¯ Manipulation Skill Scrolls.
Purple Cloud Staff of an element of your choosing.
30% flat increase in the proficiency of all first-advancement skills you currently possess.
|
Upon reviewing the rewards, Thorian''s lips curved into a smile. The first two options were redundant for him, given his already acquired elemental manipulation skills and his reliance on the Emberstrike Cane. Consequently, the last option emerged as the most practical and beneficial choice.
After making his selection, another notification confirmed his decision:
[Congratulations, the proficiency of all eight of your first-advancement skills has increased by 30%.]
"You seem quite pleased with your reward," Fizzlegrin observed, bringing Thorian back from his contemplation of the newfound enhancement.
"I am, indeed," Thorian acknowledged with a nod. "The rewards are quite aligned with my needs."
"The timing couldn''t have been more impeccable," Thorian remarked. Without further delay, he summoned his status window to examine the enhanced proficiency of his Fire Pillar skill.
| Fire Pillar |
| Description |
You summon a towering pillar of roaring flames from the ground at a specified location. This causes scorching and burning damage to all enemies within its range. |
| Proficiency |
100% |
The sight of the proficiency reaching a flawless 100% brought a satisfied smile to Thorian''s face. Given his infrequent use of Tornado and Fire Pillar independently, it was a significant achievement to see their proficiency levels equalized.
Seizing the moment, Thorian activated his Elemental Synergy skill. With a focused intent, he mentally commanded, Combine ¡°Tornado¡± and ¡°Fire Pillar¡±.
A prompt appeared, confirming the successful integration:
[Skill Fusion Complete]
Chapter 124: Quarry Query
| Lightning Skills List |
| Chain Lightning |
Unleashes a bolt of electricity that arcs to multiple targets, with reduced power on each subsequent arc. Ideal for damaging groups of enemies. |
| Lightning Strike |
Summons a massive lightning bolt onto a single target, dealing high damage. Best used against individual, high-value enemies. |
| Lightning Orb |
Creates a mobile orb that emits lightning bolts at nearby enemies, offering sustained area damage. Effective for area control. |
Thorian pondered deeply as he perused the array of skills before him. Each of these skills holds considerable merit, he mused. The first, potent in dealing area damage, yet his formidable firestorm combo already served him well against multiple adversaries. The third, undoubtedly effective in the throes of war, seemed excessive for skirmishes or duels.
Thus, by a process of elimination, Thorian''s choice gravitated towards the second skill. It promised an unparalleled surge in power, a tantalizing prospect he found impossible to resist. Moreover, its versatility shone above the rest, adaptable to a myriad of situations.
| Congratulations, you have acquired the skill: "Lightning Strike." |
Thorian contemplated the newly gained ability, his mind racing with possibilities. "A trial in battle will be the true test of this skill," he thought, his anticipation growing. The skill''s resemblance to Lightning Arrow suggested a comparable level of potency, a thrilling notion.
With "Lightning Strike" now at his command, Thorian''s confidence soared. His arsenal of skills, vast and diverse, prepared him for any conceivable challenge. In his heart, he knew there were few situations he couldn''t master with the right skill at his disposal.
After skillfully melding his abilities, Thorian turned to Fizzlegrin. "With my ascension to D-rank, what shifts can I expect?" he inquired.
Fizzlegrin, momentarily lost in thought, jolted back to reality. "Ah, that''s right," he exclaimed, smacking his forehead. "You''ve now unlocked access to D-rank quests. Beyond the daily tasks, you''ll find a broader range of quests at your disposal."
Leading the way, Thorian gestured towards the outer chamber. "Let''s examine the available quests on the bulletin board," he suggested.
Arriving at the board, Fizzlegrin presented three scrolls to Thorian. "Here, this quest focuses on elemental mana control, this one on enhancing body mana, and the last involves collecting magical herbs for the alchemists. Once their initial stock depletes, they''ll need fresh supplies," he explained.
Thorian stroked his chin thoughtfully. "So, the Alchemist''s Lab collaborates with the Magus Guild? Fascinating."
"Not solely with us, my lord," Fizzlegrin clarified, shaking his head. "They also partner with the Priest Guild, although the materials each guild provides differ."
"Ah, that makes sense," Thorian nodded in understanding.
As Fizzlegrin registered the new quests, Thorian opened his Journal, eager to delve into the details of his latest challenges.
Show Magus Journal.
| Magus Journal |
| Elemental Mana Control |
Rank D |
| Bodily Mana Enhancement |
Rank D |
| Magical Herb Gathering |
Rank D |
As Thorian perused the quests, he paused, turning to address Fizzlegrin. "The final quest is straightforward, but do the others require completion in specific locations, or can I practice as I find suitable?"
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Fizzlegrin responded with a chuckle, "You''re free to complete them wherever you see fit, my lord, as long as you meet the requirements."
Thorian cracked a smile, a sense of relief evident. "That simplifies things considerably. Well, I must depart now. There are other matters demanding my attention."
"May fortune favor you, my lord," Fizzlegrin replied with a nod.
Leaving the guild, Thorian paused to take in the scene before him. The twin suns dipped low in the western sky, casting long shadows and bathing the village in the golden hues of late afternoon. Around him, the kobolds and goblins, once disparate tribes, now intermingled freely, embracing this village as their new home. The air was filled with the sounds of their industry and fellowship: the light-hearted banter of adults and the carefree laughter of children playing without heed to race or origin.
Observing this harmonious blend of cultures, Thorian felt a warmth spreading through his heart. Time is indeed the greatest architect of culture and unity, he mused silently, Had we pursued our past path of aggressive expansion, these tribes might have remained isolated in their cliques, forever apart. This unity, this coherent community we witness now, would have remained but a fleeting dream.
Content with this reflection, Thorian exhaled a deep, satisfied sigh. His gaze then hardened, reminded of the tasks still awaiting him. With a renewed sense of purpose, he strode towards the Village Hall where Forlune, his advisor, awaited. The work of leadership never truly ended, but moments like these made it all worthwhile.
"My king, regarding the rock procurement, I''ve identified potential quarry sites near the Verdant Labyrinth," Forlune reported, sipping water handed to him by Melina. "However, transporting the rocks poses a challenge due to the limited capacity of manual labor."
Thorian, pondering the dilemma, mused aloud. "Normally, such an operation would require specialized equipment and sizable carts for transportation."
Forlune, setting down his empty cup, inquired, "Carts? What are those?"
Thorian explained, "Consider them large containers mounted on beasts, like direwolves, for transport. Yet, the lack of proper roads to the excavation sites presents a problem. Cart wheels would continually get stuck."
As he spoke, Thorian visualized the logistical hurdles, considering solutions to bridge the gap between the rocky outcrops and their village.
Forlune''s confusion over Thorian''s references was palpable. "These ''wheels'' you speak of are foreign to me," he admitted with a sigh.
Thorian, understanding the need for a practical demonstration, gestured for Forlune''s empty cup. "Hand me your cup, and I''ll illustrate."
Though puzzled, Forlune complied, watching as Thorian inverted the cup on the table. With a gentle push, the cup rolled smoothly across the surface. "This is akin to a wheel," Thorian explained, guiding the cup with his right hand. "Notice its effortless glide over a flat surface." He then placed his left fist atop the rolling cup, symbolizing a laden cart. "Envision my left hand as a cart, heavily loaded. The wheel still navigates the flat surface with ease."
Forlune''s eyes brightened with understanding. "So, with wheels, we can transport far more than we can by hand. It''s a more efficient method."
"Correct," Thorian acknowledged, but then he introduced a complication. He set his left fist directly on the table, obstructing the cup''s path. The cup halted against the obstacle. "Imagine this fist as a rock or a fallen tree. Such obstructions impede the wheel''s movement, necessitating detours."
Forlune''s brow furrowed. "Wouldn''t that slow us down considerably? At that point, it would be better to just carry the rocks by hand since we can jump over the obstacles."
"Indeed, obstacles would slow us down," Thorian concurred. He removed his hand, clearing the cup''s path. "That''s precisely why we need clear roads for the carts. A path free of rocks, logs, grass, and roots is essential. Any of these can trap a wheel."
¡°But the forest is ever-changing, my king,¡± Forlune said, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. ¡°Goblins may sabotage our efforts, trees might topple, mushroom traps could spring up unexpectedly. Such events are common in the forest.¡±
¡°That is a mere maintenance cost,¡± Thorian replied, his voice steady and confident. ¡°Consider this: once we clear the initial path to the site, yes, problems may arise, but they will be isolated incidents along the road. We can manage these as long as we maintain the path regularly. Before a pack of direwolves is dispatched to transport rocks to the village, we''ll send a scouting party to assess the road''s condition. Should they encounter any obstacles, they can swiftly resolve them before the direwolves arrive.¡±
As Thorian elaborated, understanding dawned on Forlune''s face. ¡°I see your wisdom now, my king. With consistent upkeep of the road, we should encounter no significant troubles. And should monsters attempt an ambush, our men are more than capable of handling them.¡± He paused, a new thought surfacing. ¡°But the carts¡ªhow shall we construct them? If such things are unheard of, their creation poses a challenge.¡±
Thorian shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips, his thoughts turning to a certain crafty old goblin. ¡°Do not even worry about that,¡± he said, dismissively. ¡°I have the perfect person for the job.¡±
Chapter 125: Of Wood and Steel
Hewer stepped into the Village Hall, a look of bewilderment etched across his features. "My lord, I was informed you summoned me," he said, his voice tinged with confusion.
Thorian, who had been leisurely sipping tea prepared by Melina, gestured towards an adjacent seat. "Please, Hewer, join me," he invited warmly.
As the old goblin took his place, Thorian set down his teacup, his attention now fully on his guest. "Hewer, there''s something I''ve been meaning to ask. Do you, by chance, have a son or a daughter?"
A gentle smile crept onto Hewer''s face as he nodded, eyes drifting downward in reminiscence. "Indeed, I do, my lord. I married later in life, so I have but one son. He''s all I have left since my wife succumbed to illness a few years ago."
Thorian''s expression softened, and he placed a comforting hand on Hewer''s shoulder. "I''m deeply sorry to hear about your loss, Hewer."
Hewer shook his head slightly, his smile wistful. "It''s the way of life, my lord. But ever since her passing, I''ve devoted myself entirely to raising our son, just as she wished."
Thorian exhaled slowly, his gaze thoughtful. "I would very much like to meet your son, if that''s possible."
Surprise flashed across Hewer''s face at the request. "To introduce him to you would be an immense honor, my lord."
Pleased with Hewer''s response, Thorian rose to his feet, his smile genuine. "Then let''s not delay. Where might we find your son at this hour?"
After a moment of contemplation, Hewer replied, "At this time, he''s likely to be at the warrior guild, engaged in his training, my lord."
Thus, Thorian and Hewer made their way towards the warrior''s guild. The training grounds, vibrant with the sounds of clashing steel and focused shouts, welcomed them. There, amidst the flurry of activity, they spotted a young goblin, Mart, rigorously practicing with a wooden sword against a training dummy.
Hewer''s voice cut through the din. "Mart," he called, capturing the attention of the young trainee. "Come here, at once."
At first, Mart appeared bewildered, but as his gaze landed on Thorian, recognition and surprise flickered across his features. "The lord?" he murmured, eyebrows arching.
"Approach, young man," Thorian beckoned, prompting Mart to set aside his sword and swiftly approach. "Tell me, Mart, which squad do you belong to? And who is your leader?"
"Our squad is led by Sir Ventus, my lord," Mart replied, snapping to attention with military precision.
Thorian almost chuckled at the formal title given to Ventus but maintained a composed demeanor. "And what is your opinion of Ventus?" he inquired.
Mart responded without hesitation, "Sir Ventus is an exceptional commander, my lord. His strength is formidable. When he leads us, fear is a stranger to us; we believe no human or monster could rival Sir Ventus in combat."
"Good," Thorian said, his smile genuine. "Ventus is indeed a potent magus, one of the village''s strongest. Few, magi or otherwise, could best him in single combat. Observe him closely, for to emulate him would be to walk the path of great power."
Mart bowed deeply, reverence in his voice. "It is an honor to hear your words, my lord. However, my aspirations lie in a different direction. I do not seek to follow in Sir Ventus''s footsteps."
Thorian''s eyebrow arched in surprise at Mart''s declaration. Quite a bold young man, he thought.
Hewer, however, was visibly shaken. "M-Mart, what are you saying?" he stammered, his face blanching. "Such audacity in front of the lord is unbecoming!"
"No disrespect was perceived," Thorian interjected, gesturing for Hewer to calm down. He then turned to Mart, his expression piqued with curiosity. "Now, explain yourself, Mart. Why do you not aspire to follow in Sir Ventus''s footsteps? Do you not desire strength?"
"I do, my lord, more than anything," Mart answered earnestly. "But while Sir Ventus''s path as a magus is admirable, it is not mine to tread. I am a warrior. My aspiration is to emulate General Zogarth and, hopefully, serve under his command one day."
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Thorian''s laughter was light, and he affectionately ruffled Mart''s hair. "A lofty ambition indeed, young one. But remember, the journey to such heights is fraught with challenges. You must outwork your peers, for those at the summit aren''t idly waiting. They, too, are relentlessly striving to become stronger."
Mart stood tall, meeting Thorian''s gaze. "Your wisdom is invaluable, my lord. I will carry it in my heart and strive to not disappoint."
Amused by the young goblin''s determination, Thorian gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "Excellent. I eagerly await witnessing your growth. Now, return to your training. Your father and I have matters to discuss."
"Of course, my lord," Mart replied with a respectful nod, then returned to his training, attacking the dummy with renewed vigor and determination.
Watching the young goblin''s intense practice, Thorian chuckled and turned to Hewer. "You''ve raised a fine son. With that attitude, he''s destined for great things."
Hewer, scratching his head modestly, replied, "Thank you, my lord. Yet, it''s precisely his forthrightness that concerns me. His honesty, while admirable, sometimes leads him to cross lines unknowingly."
"True honesty is a virtue," Thorian mused, still watching Mart. "But it must be backed by the strength to face its consequences."
Hewer nodded in agreement, following Thorian''s gaze.
After a few moments, Thorian faced Hewer again. "My friend, there''s a project I need you to oversee. As always, I will ensure you are handsomely rewarded."
He glanced back at Mart. "As part of the reward, I will allow Mart to select an item from my personal armory. It contains weapons, armor, and various equipment that would significantly aid his development."
Hewer protested, "My lord, that''s unnecessary. As our king, your command is all I need to act."
Thorian, however, shook his head. "Proper work deserves proper reward, and I expect nothing less than your best on this project."
Hewer fell silent, considering the offer. After a moment, he looked up, curiosity in his eyes. "Thank you for your gracious offer, my lord. May I inquire about the details of this project?"
"I need you to construct carts," Thorian said with a smile, taking a stick to sketch out the structure on the ground.
As a seasoned carpenter, Hewer quickly grasped the concept, despite it being unfamiliar to him initially. His eyes sparkled with understanding and enthusiasm as Thorian detailed each part of the design and its purpose within the whole.
"To support the weight of heavy rocks, these carts will require metal reinforcements at the base and joints. We''ll need the skills of blacksmiths, my lord," Hewer observed, looking up from the sketch.
Thorian dismissed the concern with a wave of his hand. "This is not for you to worry about. I''ll assign a high-ranking officer to accompany you. This will ensure everyone involved understands they''re operating under my direct orders."
Hewer smiled, nodding appreciatively. "Thank you, my lord, for your foresight."
Standing up, Thorian added, "I apologize for burdening you with two projects simultaneously, Hewer."
Hewer chuckled and shook his head. "No need for apologies, my lord. We''re producing fifty wooden tubs daily. By the time I develop and test the first cart prototype, all the fighters will have received their bathtubs."
"Your ability to manage time is commendable," Thorian praised, patting Hewer''s shoulder. "However, I must leave now for other pressing matters. A unit leader will contact you soon regarding the project."
With that, Thorian made his way back to the Village Hall. Upon arrival, he found Zogarth and Forlune engaged in conversation.
"Fortunate to find you both here," Thorian declared, making his presence known. "It saves me the trouble of searching."
"Ah, you''ve returned already, king?" Forlune asked, turning to face Thorian. "Did you manage to speak with the person you mentioned earlier?"
"Yes, I did. He''s now in charge of the cart production we discussed," Thorian replied, then turned to address the high orc general, Zogarth. "Zogarth, could you assign one of your unit leaders to assist Hewer, the elder goblin carpenter? He''ll need support with the cart project."
"Certainly, my lord," Zogarth answered, bowing slightly. "I''ll have Elder Jarvin take on this responsibility."
Thorian suppressed a chuckle at Zogarth''s choice. Quite the ruthless move, he thought.
"Elder Jarvin is an excellent choice," Thorian agreed.
With a barely concealed sly grin, Zogarth departed to carry out the task.
"He''s not fond of goblins, is he?" Forlune remarked with a light laugh.
"Let them work it out. It''s important for them to shed their past biases, now that they''re unit leaders," Thorian commented nonchalantly. He then shifted the topic, eyeing Forlune curiously. "Weren''t you supposed to undergo an evolution today? You look the same."
Forlune sighed. "I was just a thousand experience points short. If it weren''t for my duties here, I''d have gone out to gather the needed points through combat."
Thorian smiled. "It seems fortune favors you today."
Forlune looked puzzled. "How so?"
Thorian cracked his knuckles. "We''re about to join the main party for an excursion. It''s time we ventured out in search of a new Territory Altar."
Chapter 126: Altar Supremacy
As Thorian stood vigilant at the western outer gates, flanked by Forlune, Aqua, and Ventus, the final members of their team converged upon the designated rendezvous point.
¡°There they are at last,¡± Ventus remarked with a hint of impatience. ¡°About time.¡±
Thorian turned to see Zogarth leading the remainder of their party: the kobold magi, Ifrit and Saxum; the kobold warriors, Caedar, Bellafor, Crimen, and Inly; as well as the elder goblins, and the formidable goblin champions.
¡°We''ve assembled quite the formidable force,¡± Forlune observed, eyeing their companions. ¡°This team could storm any city and emerge victorious.¡±
Perched atop the ledge of the western gate, Thorian stretched his limbs before addressing the entire group. ¡°Though Zogarth has briefed you on our mission, I''ll reiterate. Tonight, our objective is to seize control of a new Territory Altar, akin to the one I claimed to establish this village. If all goes according to plan, Wolvendale will annex its first vassal state tonight.¡±
Oom, stroking his beard thoughtfully, interjected, ¡°Such marvels exist? The world continues to surprise.¡±
Aqua, puzzled, queried, ¡°But, my king, if our task is merely to claim this Altar, why mobilize such a formidable force?¡±
¡°The area surrounding a Territory Altar teems with mana, attracting powerful beasts and monsters as guardians,¡± Thorian explained. ¡°We must be prepared for formidable opposition.¡±
Forlune, cracking his knuckles eagerly, added, ¡°I¡¯m hoping these monsters prove challenging. I''m in dire need of experience points.¡±
Shaking his head at Forlune¡¯s belligerent enthusiasm, Thorian leaped down from the ledge and swung the gates wide open. ¡°With that, let us depart.¡±
The group advanced through the nocturnal forest, with Thorian leading the way. He frequently glanced skyward, using the southern star as his celestial guide through the labyrinthine woods.
The other altar should be southwest of Locksley, about five kilometers from its walls, he thought to himself.
Relying on the southern star and the looming walls of Locksley as navigational aids, Thorian confidently guided his party through the dense forest.
Glancing back at his companions, Thorian¡¯s mind momentarily conjured the image of Nox, the black kobold, playfully leaping from branch to branch alongside Aqua and Ventus. However, as soon as he blinked, the vision of Nox vanished.
It was with Nox that I discovered the Wolvendale territory altar. It''s regrettable that he isn¡¯t here to witness this second conquest, Thorian reflected, a tinge of nostalgia in his thoughts.
Brushing aside these musings, Thorian quickened his pace. The party¡¯s remarkable speed allowed them to traverse several kilometers within minutes. Even the usual denizens of the forest steered clear, sensing the overwhelming strength of the group and knowing better than to challenge them.
¡°We¡¯re nearing our destination,¡± Thorian announced, noting a vast cliffside stretching to their right. From his prior experiences, he knew the territory altar was close.
Abruptly, he halted. ¡°Wait.¡±
At Thorian''s signal, the entire group came to an immediate halt, perched high upon the tree branches, safely concealed from the prying eyes of any lurking monsters.
¡°Have we arrived, my lord?¡± Forlune inquired, his voice laced with curiosity.
Thorian, without uttering a word, motioned for the moon kobold to silence, while his gaze methodically swept the surrounding area. His attention fixed on the form of a colossal green beast brandishing a massive club.
¡°It¡¯s an ogre,¡± Thorian stated, his eyes pinpointing other similar creatures in their vicinity. ¡°And there are many of them here.¡±
¡°Ogres? Interesting,¡± Ventus mused. ¡°Shall I go down and kill them all?¡±
¡°First, we locate the alpha. Then you may indulge,¡± Thorian replied. He ascended a few more branches, seeking a clearer vantage point. His search ended as he spotted his quarry.
A formidable, two-headed purple ogre slumbered atop a tree. Across from it, in a clearing, lay the territory altar, its demonic visage turned away.
Monsters seem to abhor that face. The gods must have designed it intentionally, Thorian thought.
Having located his target, Thorian descended to rejoin his team. ¡°I¡¯ve located the altar,¡± he announced, ¡°along with the chief beast guarding it.¡±
Forlune, eagerly rotating his neck, declared, ¡°Then what are we waiting for? Let the hunt begin.¡±
Conversely, Zogarth regarded Thorian with a grave expression. ¡°My lord, what strategy do you propose?¡±
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¡°We need to eliminate the twin-headed ogre first,¡± Thorian decided. ¡°Since it''s still asleep, it''s wise to dispatch it before it awakens.¡±
Zogarth nodded in agreement. ¡°A sound strategy, my lord. It minimizes the chance of any unforeseen complications.¡±
Ventus, nonchalantly, added, ¡°Risk? I doubt it. A single one of my lightning arrows, and it''s goodbye to the two-headed ogre.¡±
Thorian, eager to proceed, said, ¡°Less discussion, more action. Let''s complete this swiftly and claim the territory altar.¡±
Forlune, revealing a broad grin as he drew his sword, chimed in, ¡°Perfect. I''ll handle the big ogre. I need those experience points.¡±
With Thorian¡¯s approval, they advanced stealthily towards the clearing where the twin-headed ogre slumbered. Moving with agility, they leaped from branch to branch until they were close to the ogre''s resting spot.
¡°Forlune, as you wished,¡± Thorian whispered, watching the moon kobold position himself for the attack.
As Thorian observed Forlune preparing to strike, a sense of unease crept over him. Everything''s been too smooth so far. Let''s hope no last-minute surprises arise.
Amidst his concerns, Thorian watched as Forlune cloaked himself in a radiant red aura. His Tempest Strides emitted a shimmering blue light, and with the swiftness of a comet, he leapt from the branch.
Executing a graceful arc, Forlune''s blade sliced cleanly between the two heads of the purple ogre. The creature''s flesh and sinew yielded effortlessly under his powerful strike. With a ferocious war cry, Forlune cleaved the twin-headed ogre in two. The beast met its end without even a chance to utter a sound, felled by Forlune''s swift blade.
My worries were unfounded. This was unexpectedly smooth, Thorian reflected, observing the scene.
Forlune stood amidst the ogre''s blood and gore, unbothered, even amused, as he gazed at something invisible in the air.
¡°I¡¯ve achieved it!¡± Forlune announced, turning to Thorian with triumph in his eyes. ¡°I¡¯m ready to evolve!¡±
However, their moment of victory was short-lived. Hearing the commotion and roars drawing nearer, Thorian quickly responded, ¡°Hold off on evolving, Forlune. First, let''s deal with these creatures.¡±
As a horde of green ogres charged towards them from every direction within the clearing, the group sprang into action without needing a command. The kobold warriors, rallying around Forlune, took up positions on the right flank. Simultaneously, Zogarth and the goblin champions swiftly moved to cover the left.
The battle erupted into chaos as Thorian and his team braced themselves against the oncoming onslaught.
In the thick of the fray, Zarjin, armed with his newly acquired skill, unleashed a lightning charge. He darted towards the oncoming ogres, his sword slashing through them with electric agility. Zogarth, wielding his mighty axe, cut a swathe through the horde, each blow delivering devastating force.
Meanwhile, the three elder spellcasters bestowed blessings upon their warrior counterparts, simultaneously cursing the ogres. Their spells caused disarray in the enemy ranks ¨C some ogres slowed, others grew dizzy, and a few stopped in their tracks, overcome by nausea.
The elemental magi provided crucial support from the rear, launching a relentless barrage of spells. Any ogre daring to emerge from the underbrush or the trees was swiftly met with arcane retribution.
Observing his team''s efficient execution of their roles, Thorian leapt from his perch into the central clearing. Confronted by a tide of green ogres wielding massive clubs, he readied himself for the onslaught.
Lord''s Fury: Elemental Embodiment, Thorian activated his skill, raising his emberstrike cane like a sword. Completing his incantation with a sweeping horizontal motion, he declared, Greater Gale Slash.
With a resounding swoosh, the skill was unleashed. A vast wind slash, spanning half the clearing, surged towards the ogres. The force of the attack was instantaneous and lethal ¨C smaller ogres were decapitated, while larger ones were bisected at the torso or abdomen. The scene transformed into a gruesome tableau of destruction, blood, and viscera, as every last ogre fell before Thorian''s mighty spell.
Relieved to see the altar unscathed by his formidable spell, Thorian marveled at its resilience. ¡®Indeed, a divine artifact. Even my most powerful spell is but a gentle breeze to it.¡¯
Surveying the area, Thorian noted his companions had efficiently dealt with their respective adversaries. One by one, they converged around him, awaiting further instructions.
Thorian''s gaze settled on Forlune. ¡°Shall we proceed with your evolution now, or would you prefer to examine the altar first?¡± he inquired.
Forlune, pondering the significance of the moment, replied, ¡°Let¡¯s attend to the altar first, my lord. My evolution is a momentous decision; it can wait until after we''ve secured our objective.¡±
¡°Wise decision,¡± Thorian affirmed with a nod. He then directed his attention towards the demonic-faced altar. ¡°Let¡¯s proceed with our task.¡±
With purposeful strides, Thorian approached the altar, reaching out to place his hand on its ominous, demonic visage.
I, Thorian Steelblade, claim this territory by the divine right I have been given.
As Thorian touched the altar, his perception fragmented, akin to viewing reality through a broken window. Words and virtual screens flickered into existence before his eyes.
[System Error¡]
The ¡°System Error¡± message repeated, relentlessly flashing in front of Thorian¡¯s vision, which was then overwhelmed by a chaotic fusion of black, red, and gold colors, coalescing into a prominent display.
[Create Dungeon¡ Become the dungeon boss!]
This "Dungeon Boss" prompt dominated Thorian''s view, much like the previous experience with Wolvendale''s inception. Below it, almost obscured, the familiar, smaller notification lingered.
[Create village¡ Become lord!]
Opting for the latter choice as before, Thorian watched as a torrent of system messages flooded his vision.
[System Error.]
[System Error.]
[Compatible host found.]
[System Recalibration.]
This is following a similar pattern to the last time, Thorian thought, a flicker of recognition crossing his mind.
But just as he exhaled a breath of relief, an unexpected notification shattered his expectations.
[Incompatibility Found]
[System Recalibration Denied]
Oh¡ Goddammit.
Chapter 127: Divine Divertissement
As Thorian gazed at the two glaring notifications, his heart missed a beat. A sense of inevitability washed over him; no action of his could alter the path laid out. His destiny, it seemed, was in the hands of higher powers.
[Incompatibility Found]
[System Recalibration Denied]
Thorian''s eyes widened as a flood of notifications bombarded him, leaving him staggered. Throughout his decade-long ordeal in the apocalypse, never had he encountered such anomalies. The rapid succession of events left him reeling, each notification a hammer blow to his understanding of the world.
[Lord Attribute Detected in Host]
[System Error Encountered]
[Repeated System Error]
[Insufficient Authority for Decision-Making]
[Elevation to Higher Authority Required]
[Case Escalated to the Aspect High Table]
[Initiating Deliberation Process]
Thorian was initially confused. He was aware of the Aspects¡ªhis name for the gods¡ªbut the Aspect High Table was unknown to him. However, the tempest of notifications carried a silver lining, a faint glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. This sudden turn of events hinted at a possible reprieve, a chance for a more favorable outcome than he had dreaded.
[Proposal Submitted by ######]
[Commencing Deliberation]
[Initiating Vote Count]
[Unanimous Agreement on Solution Achieved]
[Immediate Implementation of Solution]
[Directive from the Aspect High Table: Maintain a minimum of 25% human governance in vassal states. Non-compliance will result in suspension of vassal appointment privileges. New vassal states would become dungeon lairs and vassal lords would transform into dungeon guardians.]
[Verdict Irrevocable]
Thorian''s heart plummeted into the depths of his stomach upon reading the last notification. He was on the brink of succumbing to despair, shoulders sagging, when an unexpected laugh broke through the silence. It began as a small chuckle, but quickly transformed into a wild, manic laughter. Ah, so that''s how it is, he mused bitterly. Of course, it was always going to be like this. How could I have expected anything different? Those damned gods... they would make such a choice. It''s in their nature, after all!
Gritting his teeth in frustration, Thorian clenched his fists, his anger directed at the divine beings who seemed to find amusement in toying with mortals. He knew their decision was driven by their desire for entertainment; to these gods, the most entertaining path was invariably the one they would choose.
[Congratulations, Thorian Steelblade, you have claimed the Territory Altar. Please choose a name for this village.]
The appearance of the new notification brought a moment of calm. Thorian inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly. Anger and indignation would serve no purpose now. The die had been cast, and the game set in motion. His role was to play it.
His gaze swept the surroundings, finally resting on the cliffside marking the Territory Altar. A shake of his head and a chuckle later, Thorian decided on the name. ¡°Cliffwood," he declared. "The village shall be known as Cliffwood.¡±
Golden light spilled forth from the Territory Altar, enveloping Thorian and forging a connection that he felt deep within. Another notification appeared before him.
[As you are already a lord of a territory, you must appoint a vassal before the territory system can be fully activated. Once you choose your vassal, they will become the effective lord of this territory. Their access rights will be second only to yours.]
Just as Thorian was absorbing this, another pulse in his consciousness signaled a new, private notification. He focused inward, finding an unexpected message:
[Notification: Sovereign''s Dominion Quest Alert]
[Adjustment Triggered: Cosmic Balance Shifted]
[Due to unforeseen intervention by the Aspect High Table, cosmic scales have shifted.]
[Quest Update: Sovereign''s Dominion]
[Additional rewards unlocked. Ancient laws of equilibrium activated.
[Reward Disclosure]
[Hidden rewards to be revealed upon quest completion.]
Just what in the names of the gods is happening here?
Thorian¡¯s face was contorted with shock, eyes wide open and mouth agape. In less than a minute, he experienced more twist and turns than one could expect from a lifetime. However, as the shock and surprise faded, a glimmer of hope followed suit. The unexpected turn of events suggested a deeper, more intricate play of forces. The gods, bound by ancient rules, had inadvertently opened a path for him - a chance to gain something perhaps even they hadn''t foreseen.
With the cessation of notifications, Thorian found himself standing before the demonic visage of the altar. He did not know what to feel about all of the events that were transpiring to him. His mind was a mess, and his heart was a mix of emotions. In the end, he could only let out a wry smile, turning to face his entourage. Their gazes, filled with concern, met his.
This situation is so unnecessarily complicated. I will just inform them of the first part so as not to confuse them more than they need to be.
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Thorian exhaled out a heavy sigh, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and amusement. "It seems the gods truly do love their games."
Forlune, his brow furrowed in concern, couldn''t hide his confusion. "What happened to make you look like that? I''ve never seen you in such a state."
"Yeah, that was scary," added Ventus, echoing Forlune''s sentiment. "What could have possibly happened?"
Thorian scratched the back of his head, a gesture that betrayed his own unease. "The gods have decreed that we need human vassals. A quarter of our vassal lords must be human."
Aqua raised an eyebrow, skepticism clear in her voice. "The gods imposed that rule? How arbitrary and capricious."
Zogarth, meanwhile, seemed lost in thought. He eventually spoke, "My lord, if it''s only about filling a position, we could simply capture some humans and force them into servitude."
Thorian shook his head, clarifying the gravity of the situation. "A vassal possesses nearly all the privileges of a lord. They could demolish any building and misuse our resources at will."
Aqua nodded in understanding. "That''s a significant risk. Coerced vassals could betray us, sabotaging our defenses at the worst possible moment."
Forlune, ever the hothead, snarled, "Would those cowardly humans even dare such treachery? If they even think of betraying us, I''ll slash off their faces with my own blade."
Thorian bit his lip in frustration. While he had numerous arguments against Forlune''s rash stance, engaging in fruitless debate was not what they needed. Solutions were what mattered now, not getting bogged down in pointless bickering.
Just then, Oom, always the voice of reason, spoke up. "My lord, may I offer a suggestion?"
Thorian turned towards him, noting the elder''s serious demeanor. He knew Oom wouldn''t speak unless he had a well-thought-out solution in mind.
"Please do, Elder Oom," Thorian responded with a gravity that commanded the attention of all present.
Elder Oom offered a slight bow, his voice calm yet carrying an undercurrent of certainty. "The key to resolving this dilemma lies in a skill you possess in abundance, my lord. It is diplomacy."
"Diplomacy?!" Forlune''s incredulity was palpable, but Thorian quelled any further outburst with a look that could freeze fire. "Forlune, remember your place and let the elder speak."
Chastened, Forlune stepped back, murmuring an apology.
Elder Oom, reassured by the silence, continued. "Human societies are complex, perhaps even more so than ours. They are rife with factions and shifting alliances. My suggestion is to find a faction whose interests we can align with our own."
As Elder Oom spoke, a hushed reverence fell over the group, with none daring to interject. Thorian, meanwhile, considered the proposal thoughtfully. "The issue is the innate animosity between humans and monsters. Our initial quests made that clear. How can we bridge such a fundamental divide?"
Elder Oom nodded, acknowledging the challenge. "True, the gods may have set us against each other, but that doesn''t preclude alliances. It''s a matter of finding the right humans and aligning our interests with theirs."
Thorian looked to his entourage for their opinions. "What are your thoughts? Is this a viable strategy?"
Zogarth stepped forward, his words measured yet direct. "My lord, with all due respect, this seems overly optimistic. Elder Oom speaks of aligning interests and finding trustworthy humans. But what exactly are these interests? And how can we be sure of finding humans we can trust? Our knowledge of them is limited."
The room fell into a contemplative silence, each member weighing the risks and potential of Elder Oom''s proposal against the stark reality outlined by Zogarth.
"I understand," Thorian said, nodding slowly. He stood in contemplative silence, weighing each word and considering their implications. After a moment, he spoke with decisive clarity. "Here is my final decision. Starting tomorrow, we will intensify our scouting within Locksley. I want detailed intelligence on all major players in the city. Their alliances, key figures, objectives - I expect a comprehensive report on these matters before we make our next move."
With Thorian''s decision set in stone, Zogarth kneeled, his voice resolute. "We shall execute your orders with the utmost diligence, my lord."
The rest of Thorian''s entourage acknowledged the command with respectful bows, all except Forlune, who stood biting his lip in evident shame.
Noting Forlune''s inner conflict, Thorian placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Come to my house later. We need to have a private discussion."
Forlune''s eyes widened at Thorian''s invitation, a mix of emotions rendering him momentarily speechless.
As Forlune grappled with his thoughts, Thorian addressed the rest of the group. "There''s nothing more to be done here. Let''s return to the village."
The group made swift progress through the forest, with Thorian meticulously gathering every suitable herb for his magus quest. Simultaneously, he honed his skills in elemental mana control and bodily mana enhancement. By the time they arrived back at the village, Thorian had successfully completed all three of his quests.
Having claimed the rewards for his daily quests, Thorian returned to his house to await Forlune. Half an hour later, the moon kobold tentatively knocked on the door.
"You can come in," Thorian called out, even as he fed Harald, who had grown impressively large, chunks of Thumpalope meat.
After Harald devoured the giant rabbit''s thigh, Thorian gently stroked his neck. "Could you wait outside for a bit? I need to have a private talk."
"I understand," Harald rumbled, his voice deep and gruff. "But make it quick."
With a reassuring smile, Thorian patted Harald''s nape. The creature lumbered out, its massive size making the doorway seem all the more inadequate.
Forlune entered, his head bowed in contrition. "My lord, I¡¯m¡ I¡¯m sorry."
"Close the door behind you and come closer," Thorian instructed, his tone neutral, bypassing Forlune''s apology.
Forlune complied, and Thorian stood to face him. "Forlune, who is the king of this realm?"
Caught off guard by the question, Forlune faltered. "It-it is you, my lord. Of course, it is you."
Thorian nodded slowly, emphasizing his point. "Yes, it''s me. I am the king here, not you, not Zogarth, not Oom. The king of this place is me!"
His voice crescendoed with each word, the intensity startling Forlune. After taking a deep breath, Thorian continued, his frustration evident. "So, tell me, why were you speaking out of turn in such a critical discussion, especially when I wasn''t addressing you?"
Forlune''s demeanor shifted, reflecting a mix of apprehension and realization as he faced Thorian''s stern gaze. The air in the room grew heavy with the weight of the impending conversation.
"I''m sorry, my lord," Forlune said, his words tinged with uncertainty. "I¡ªI wasn''t thinking."
"Of course, you weren''t," Thorian agreed, shaking his head in disappointment. "Because if you had been, you would understand the danger of your actions. Do you realize what happens when a king''s commands lose their authority? Chaos, Forlune. That''s the outcome."
Thorian stepped closer, his voice measured yet firm. "When you disagree with something I say or a decision I make, you have two options. Object politely then and there, or wait to discuss it privately with me. We can argue all you want behind closed doors, but not in front of the others."
Forlune exhaled, a hint of relief in his breath. "I''ll choose the latter, my lord. Politeness doesn''t come naturally to me."
A smile almost broke on Thorian''s face at Forlune''s frank admission, but he composed himself quickly. "Regarding the humans, this wasn''t a choice of mine. The gods mandated it." Thorian''s gaze met Forlune''s squarely. "Now, we face two paths: either incorporate humans into our ranks or abandon any aspirations of expansion. Which path do you favor?"
"I want to continue expanding, my lord," Forlune said, conviction in his voice. "Like you''ve always said, our goal is to build an empire. That''s my dream too."
"That''s good to hear," Thorian replied, his tone softening. "Then you understand our course of action. If the humans we integrate align with our values, it''s no different than accepting more orcs or goblins. This isn''t the first time we''ve welcomed new species into our fold."
Interlude 10
James Ravenwood POV
James sat on a bench in the courtyard of his family''s grand mansion, his gaze fixed on Roo, who was practicing swordsmanship. The young boy, brandishing a short wooden sword, moved with surprising skill for his age. He executed each block and slash against a comically oversized wheatbag with precision, his face etched with seriousness. The wheatbag, towering over little Roo, swayed under the force of his practiced strikes.
To James, Roo was like a character from one of the many legendary tales he had read - a young knight, valiant and fearless. Despite the turmoil beyond the mansion walls, these moments with Roo felt like the best days of James''s life. He felt a twinge of guilt for relishing these days when the world outside was steeped in chaos and suffering. Yet, he couldn''t deny the truth of his feelings.
For the first time, James had a friend of his own age to watch and play with. His status had always set him apart from other children of noble families, who seemed to avoid him, likely due to the court intrigues and political scheming that James had come to understand all too well, even at his young age. But Roo was different.
In the short time they had spent together, James saw no hidden agendas in Roo''s actions. The boy was like fresh snow on a mountain peak - pure and untainted. Roo acted on his whims, and this sincerity was something that James valued deeply. You''re different, aren''t you, Roo? he thought, watching the boy with a mix of admiration and fond kinship.
Brushing aside his conflicting thoughts, James refocused on Roo''s training. An idea sparked in his mind, and he called out enthusiastically, "Hey, Roo!"
At the sound of his name, Roo paused his practice and, wiping sweat from his brow, turned towards James with a curious look. "Yeah?"
James''s face lit up with excitement. "Could you show me that magical move again? I want to see it one more time!"
Roo''s face broke into a confident smile. "You mean my super duper finishing move? Alright, you got it!" Gripping his wooden sword tightly, Roo eyed the wheatbag with the intensity of a hunter stalking its prey. "Power Strike."
Suddenly, the sword in Roo''s hands shimmered with a glowing blue light. With a fierce determination, he planted his feet firmly and swung at the wheatbag, his sword leaving a trailing arc of blue light. The blade sliced through the bag as if it were butter, unleashing a torrent of wheat.
"Oh no," Roo murmured, his initial pride turning to horror as he surveyed the mess. Frantically, he tried to shove the spilled wheat back into the torn bag, but it was a futile effort.
James, witnessing the chaos, pushed himself to stand, determined to help. Each step was a struggle, his body protesting every movement. ''Don''t give up now,'' he urged himself, intent on aiding Roo. His breath grew shallow, his steps increasingly labored.
As he neared Roo, James''s foot went numb, his leg wobbling uncontrollably. Powerless to stop the inevitable, he stumbled and fell face-first to the ground, a mere step away from his friend.
Roo''s eyes flickered between the spilling wheat and his fallen friend, torn between the two crises. Swiftly, he turned James over, concern etching his young face as James winced in pain, his forehead likely bruised.
"Ah, James, you know you shouldn''t move like that," Roo chided gently, sliding his hand behind James''s back and lifting him with surprising ease. "You need to rest. Someone will come to check on your bruise."
James''s voice was barely a whisper, tinged with guilt. "I''m sorry," he mumbled, fighting back tears. "I just keep causing trouble for you."
Roo shook his head, a mix of frustration and fondness in his eyes as he carefully laid James back on the bench. "Don''t be silly. Just take care of yourself, and don''t push too hard, okay?"
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After ensuring James was settled, Roo glanced back at the wheat-strewn courtyard, his face clouded with worry. But before he could attempt any cleanup, two figures entered the courtyard. James, turning to see who it was, recognized his elder brother Tristan and Roo''s grandfather, Robert.
The moment Robert''s gaze landed on the chaos, his face darkened with anger. He scanned the area and his eyes quickly found Roo. "Roo? What have you done, young boy?!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing with a mix of surprise and reprimand.
Roo''s eyes widened in alarm at his grandfather''s anger. "I''m so sorry, Grandpa!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with regret.
Robert, visibly upset, scolded Roo for his carelessness. "Do you realize how many people that wheat could have fed? And here you are, using it for play!" He then turned to Tristan, bowing respectfully. "Your Grace, I apologize. This won''t happen again."
Tristan, however, sought to diffuse the tension. "Sir Robert, they''re just children playing. Let''s not be too harsh."
Robert, though, was adamant. "Your Grace, it''s important he learns. We can''t have him thinking it''s alright to waste food like this."
James, feeling the weight of responsibility, struggled to sit up. "Sir, please! It''s my fault," he insisted, wincing as he touched his bruised forehead. "I asked Roo to use his magic on the wheat. I am truly sorry."
At James''s admission, Robert hesitated, sighing deeply. With James involved, the situation was clearly more delicate.
Tristan, ever the peacemaker, clapped his hands together. "It''s just kids being kids. The wheat is still fine." He then turned around and signaled a servant. "Bring an empty bag, please."
"As you wish, Your Grace," the servant responded, hurrying off.
Turning to Roo with a smile, Tristan playfully ruffled the boy''s hair. "You''re strong, cutting through a wheat bag with a wooden sword! You''ll be a great defender of the city, just like your grandpa."
He then approached James, with Roo in tow. "I have two pieces of good news. First, starting today, Sir Robert will be your personal bodyguard."
James'' eyes sparkled with excitement, his mind racing with the possibilities. "So, Roo can stay with me?" he asked, barely containing his joy.
Tristan smiled, turning to Roo. "That''s up to him. Roo is his own man, after all."
Roo''s response was immediate and enthusiastic. "Of course I want to stay! James is my friend!"
James''s delight was palpable as he hugged Tristan tightly. "Thank you, big brother!"
Tristan laughed softly, gently disentangling himself from James''s embrace. "Hold on, there''s more news. We''re nearly done clearing the city of monsters. You know what that means?"
James''s face lit up with realization. "I can finally get a class?"
"Exactly," Tristan confirmed with a nod. "In fact, we''re setting out right now."
Overwhelmed with happiness, James could only shout "Yes!" again and again, his voice echoing with excitement.
Tristan chuckled at his brother''s reaction, then glanced at Robert. The old man''s face was adorned with a broad, nostalgic smile, evidently pleased with the turn of events.
"Well then, shall we go?" Tristan extended his hand to James.
James, unable to contain his eagerness, accepted the offered hand, using it for support. "Yes, I can''t wait!"
As the group slowly exited the mansion, with Tristan supporting James, something in the corner of the street caught James''s attention. For a fleeting moment, he thought he saw a silvery figure watching him, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.
Huh, am I seeing things?
Puzzled, James rubbed his eyes and looked again, but the street corner was empty. "Anything troubling you?" Tristan inquired, noticing James''s odd behavior.
James shook his head, dismissing it as nothing. "No, it''s nothing," he replied, his curiosity subsiding for the moment.
Continuing their journey, they approached the inner wall. Passing through the gate, they gazed down at the outer city from the hilltop upon which the inner city stood. It was a view that brought a sense of awe and perspective.
Suddenly, Tristan turned to James with a mischievous grin. "Want to try something fun?" Before James could respond, Tristan scooped him up in a princess carry and dashed down the hill.
With each stride, Tristan leaped meters into the air, gracefully bounding from stone to stone as they descended the hillside. James was a mix of terror and wonder, the exhilaration of the wind against his face and the rush of speed unlike anything he''d experienced before.
In that moment of thrilling freedom, James couldn''t help but think, Is this what freedom feels like? It was a fleeting thought, but one that filled him with a sense of adventure and possibility.
Chapter 128: Overreach
Forlune POV
Perched atop the outer northern gate, Forlune gazed into the forest with a dazed expression. Dawn''s first rays were just beginning to pierce the night''s veil, casting a deep orange glow over the eerily silent woods. After his conversation with Thorian yesterday, sleep had been elusive, granting Forlune only a few restless hours before anxiety stirred him awake. He had wandered the village aimlessly, lost in thought, until he found himself sitting on the gate, awaiting the daybreak.
"You''re up unusually early, Forlune," a familiar voice broke the silence. Forlune turned to see Aqua scaling the wall with ease, joining him atop the gate.
Forlune remained silent, his sigh the only response as he continued to stare at the forest.
"I take it the king spoke with you yesterday?" Aqua probed.
Still, Forlune offered no reply, his gaze fixed on the distant trees.
Aqua sighed, reading the unspoken words. "The talk didn''t go well, I gather."
"I messed up," Forlune finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hearing this confession from the general, Aqua exhaled deeply. "Yes, you certainly did. What were you thinking, speaking so freely in front of everyone? Those goblin elders were there too. If they witness us showing disrespect to our king, they''ll follow suit."
"I''m aware," Forlune said, shaking his head. "He made that abundantly clear yesterday. It''s just... adjusting to this new role is challenging. Remember, it wasn''t long ago that I led our tribe."
"Yes, and remember, the elders were once leaders of their own tribes too," Aqua replied. "Zogarth was also the vice captain of his warband. Yet, they all serve under our king now."
Aqua''s gaze then intensified, locking eyes with Forlune. "You seem to be missing a crucial point, Forlune. Despite their former high status, even greater than yours, you are now their general. They answer to you. And who do you think made that decision?"
"Our king," Forlune murmured, his voice tinged with dejection.
"Exactly," Aqua affirmed. "Consider why he chose you for this role. Why do you think you were appointed as general?"
Forlune faltered, his words trailing off. "I... I don''t know."
Aqua sighed, his voice deepening with seriousness. "He trusts you, Forlune. He''s observed you since we began our journey in this world. He saw how you led your race, unempowered compared to those like me who received stronger evolutions. He witnessed your struggles, your perseverance. Your relentless spirit and dedication didn''t go unnoticed. That trust led to your appointment."
Forlune''s mouth opened in surprise, then closed as he bit his lip, looking down. "Do you think he still trusts me?"
"That depends on your actions henceforth," Aqua responded with a shrug. "Words hold little weight; it''s deeds that count. Fulfill your duties as one of the army''s two generals. Act with the dignity befitting your rank. If you do so, I''m certain our lord will acknowledge it."
Forlune absorbed Aqua''s counsel, then slowly nodded. "You''re right. That''s all I can do."
Aqua''s smile broadened upon hearing Forlune''s agreement. "Good. I''m eager to work alongside you, General."
Forlune''s own smile began to form, but it was abruptly interrupted by a whooshing sound. Instantly alert, he leaped from his position just as an arrow struck the spot he had occupied moments before.
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"Who''s there?!" Forlune bellowed, eyes darting across the landscape in search of the assailant. Beside him, Aqua gripped his staff, poised to unleash a spell at the first sign of their attacker.
The forest, however, remained eerily quiet, betraying no hint of movement. Despite Forlune''s vigilant scanning, the origin of the arrow remained a mystery.
After a tense few moments, Forlune cautiously approached the lodged arrow, extracting it from the ledge. To his surprise, he found a scroll wrapped tightly around its shaft.
* * *
Thorian''s POV
Thorian awoke and began his daily routine, first using his fire manipulation abilities to dry his clothes, still damp from the previous day''s wash. As he dressed, his mind replayed the conversation with Forlune, wondering if he had been overly harsh. No, he reassured himself, that discussion was necessary. Without setting clear expectations from the start, trouble is inevitable.
With a heavy sigh, Thorian stepped out of his house and made his way to his usual rendezvous point with Alacritas. Today, Locksley should be free of monsters, he thought, waiting patiently. Once that''s done, the fortress system will unlock, and the abyss will open.
The thought of exploring the abyss excited him. It was a perfect opportunity for someone of his strength to gain the experience points needed for leveling up ¨C a crucial step towards challenging the sanctuary and obtaining Amelia¡¯s tear.
Lost in these thoughts, Thorian suddenly realized something odd. ''Alacritas is late. That''s highly unusual.
This thought lingered as he continued to wait, but no one appeared. After thirty minutes, his intuition kicked in, signaling that something was definitely wrong.
Just what happened to him?
Thorian, deciding against waiting idly, began to walk around the village. It was pointless to stand still; perhaps he would encounter another member of the scouting party. As he approached the northern inner gate, he noticed Forlune and Aqua entering.
The sight of Forlune stirred a hint of awkwardness in Thorian, but he masked it well. His intention was to inquire about Alacritas, but as he approached, Forlune hurried towards him with a look of confusion. "My lord, something unusual has just occurred," Forlune reported.
Thorian''s sense of foreboding intensified. "What happened?" he asked, bracing himself for the news.
Forlune quickly relayed the incident. "Aqua and I were on the outer gate when an arrow was shot at us."
Thorian''s mind raced to the possibility of an ambush. "Is this the beginning of an attack?" he questioned, his body tensing for combat. The thought of an enemy daring to strike while he was present in the village ignited a fierce resolve within him.
Aqua interjected, "It didn''t seem like an attack. There was a letter attached to the arrow, but we couldn''t understand it. The language is unfamiliar to us."
"A letter?" Thorian''s concern escalated. The coincidence of Alacritas''s absence and this cryptic letter unsettled him deeply.
Forlune swiftly retrieved the letter from his pouch and handed it to Thorian. As Thorian unfolded it, his eyes widened in shock, and he gritted his teeth in anger.
"Your men have been captured. To see them alive again, come to the western gate of Locksley. Bring only three of your men," the letter read.
The urge to rip the letter apart surged through Thorian, but he restrained himself, clenching his fist instead before returning the letter to a puzzled Forlune.
"They''ve taken Alacritas and the entire scouting party I dispatched to Locksley," Thorian disclosed, his voice heavy with frustration and worry.
Forlune, clearly agitated, exclaimed, "How is that possible? Alacritas is formidable; mere humans couldn''t possibly capture him!"
"We''re not contending with mere humans," Thorian replied through clenched teeth. "This must be the work of the green lady. She''s even stipulated that I come with only three men if I wish to see my men alive."
"My lord, this is undoubtedly a trap," Aqua cautioned.
"Do you think I''m unaware?" Thorian sighed, then turned to Forlune with a sly smile. "However, she has severely underestimated us by allowing me to bring three of my men."
Catching Thorian''s confident smile, Forlune''s eyes widened with resolve. "My lord, I will accompany you. No matter the number or strength of her forces, I will ensure their defeat."
Thorian nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. "I expect nothing less from my general. But let''s not rush. We''ll hold our daily meeting first to inform everyone of the situation before we act."
Chapter 129: Critical Scrutiny
¡°My lord, is it true?¡± Zogarth entered the meeting room, his presence commanding yet laced with an undercurrent of urgency. The rest of the council trailed behind him, each member marked by an air of tense anticipation. ¡°Has Alacritas, along with his team, truly been captured?¡±
Ventus, a figure of casual defiance, arched an eyebrow in skepticism towards Thorian. ¡°This has to be some sort of joke,¡± he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of disbelief. ¡°Alacritas is unmatched in speed, save for Harald. How could mere humans possibly apprehend him?¡±
Thorian, unmoved by the rising tide of emotions, gestured towards the seats. ¡°Please, let us first take our seats,¡± he suggested, his voice a calm anchor in the storm of questions. The gravity in his tone and the solemnity of his expression were enough to wash away Ventus¡¯s nonchalance. The council members, sensing the severity of the situation, settled into their chairs, each face etched with grave concern.
¡°Let me be clear,¡± Thorian began, extracting a letter from his pocket and placing it deliberately on the table. ¡°The information Forlune relayed is accurate. This letter explicitly confirms that my men in Locksley have been detained. Given that only Alacritas and his team had assignments in the human city, the implications are unmistakable.¡±
Lapis, quick to respond, interjected with a tone of resolute conviction. ¡°If this is indeed the case, my lord, then we are left with no choice but war. Their audacity to capture our people cannot go unanswered.¡±
Ventus, his voice now a blend of eagerness and determination, joined in. ¡°I agree,¡± he declared. ¡°If you wish, king, I can storm that human city immediately. Their high stone walls are no match for my magic.¡±
Thorian, amidst the fervor of the council, exhaled a weary sigh. ¡°Patience,¡± he urged, his gaze sweeping across the faces before him. ¡°We must not let impulsive anger dictate our actions.¡± His eyes then settled on Zogarth. ¡°Your perspective is valued, Zogarth. What course of action do you deem most prudent in these circumstances?¡±
Zogarth paused, collecting his thoughts before responding with measured caution. ¡°While the thought of unleashing our fury upon that human city is appealing, prudence must prevail. If they have indeed captured Alacritas, we must acknowledge their formidable capabilities.¡±
Thorian, acknowledging Zogarth''s insight with a nod, surveyed the room for further input.
Elder Oom, previously lost in contemplation, raised his head. ¡°My lord, might this situation be linked to the green lady we discussed yesterday?¡±
¡°It is highly probable,¡± Thorian agreed. ¡°Alacritas''s primary objective, amidst assessing Locksley''s general state, was to monitor this lady and her associates. His reports consistently portrayed her as a shadowy figure, rarely seen in public. Her followers, too, are adept at evading detection.¡±
A hush fell over the council as they digested this revelation. Aqua, whose furrowed brow betrayed deep contemplation, eventually spoke up. ¡°My king, considering your description, it seems plausible that the green lady¡¯s stronghold might be outside the city. Therefore, even if we triumph in a war, locating where Alacritas and his team are being held could still elude us.¡±
Thorian acknowledged this with a nod, his expression thoughtful yet distant. And then there''s the matter with the Stronghearts, he mused silently. But raising that issue now would only stoke the flames of war against all of Locksley. That outcome is far from desirable.
The room fell silent as Vigil posed a pertinent question, snapping Thorian out of his reverie. ¡°My king, given our lack of intelligence, should we dispatch more scouts to Locksley and its surroundings?¡±
Thorian, weighing his words carefully, shook his head. ¡°No, the situation is too precarious for that. Our best strategy at this juncture is for me to accept their invitation.¡±
Vivax''s complexion drained of color at these words. ¡°But my lord, that could well be a trap!¡±
Thorian¡¯s response was laced with a hint of humor. ¡°Do you truly believe your king would fall to a mere trap?¡±
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Vivax, quickly regaining his composure, replied with conviction, ¡°Certainly not, my lord.¡±
Thorian¡¯s gaze then shifted to Forlune, a smile playing on his lips. ¡°Moreover, I won''t be embarking on this journey alone. Forlune, isn¡¯t it time you chose your evolution?¡±
Forlune¡¯s grin mirrored his anticipation. ¡°I''ve been waiting for the right moment, my lord, and it seems that time has come.¡±
The room''s attention pivoted to Forlune, curiosity piqued. ¡°What are your options for evolution?¡± Thorian inquired, his eyes sparkling with interest.
Clearing his throat under the gaze of the council, Forlune revealed, ¡°I have two choices: Moon Kobold Champion and Celestial Kobold Champion, the latter being a special variant.¡±
Thorian chuckled with assurance. ¡°Then the choice is clear.¡±
With Thorian¡¯s endorsement, Forlune''s body became enveloped in a radiant glow. His physique expanded, muscles bulking up as a surge of energy transformed him. His size increased dramatically, with intricate tribal tattoos depicting celestial bodies ¡ª the moon, the sun, and stars ¡ª swiftly etching themselves onto his fur. The council watched, captivated by the spectacle of Forlune¡¯s dramatic evolution.
In the aftermath of Forlune''s transformation, he towered a full foot above Thorian, who himself was not lacking in stature.
¡°This form suits you far better,¡± Thorian observed, his approval evident. He then cast a half-amused glance towards the door. ¡°However, we may need to consider room expansions if such rapid evolutions continue.¡±
Forlune, now towering and formidable, responded with a light chuckle. ¡°Well, isn¡¯t that a great problem to have?¡±
Thorian, with a smile still playing on his lips, turned back to the council. ¡°The assailant of Alacritas has permitted me three companions for the meeting. Given Forlune¡¯s newfound prowess and his crucial role, he will be one of them.¡±
¡°That is a wise choice,¡± Elder Oom agreed, his tone reflecting his respect for Forlune''s strength. ¡°Besides you and Harald, no one in our village rivals the general.¡±
¡°Makes sense,¡± Ventus shrugged, his casual demeanor acknowledging Forlune''s strength.
Thorian then directed his attention to Zogarth. ¡°As my second general and one of our strongest, I want you by my side, Zogarth.¡±
Zogarth, with a respectful bow, accepted the honor, and the council members nodded in agreement with Thorian¡¯s decision.
Thorian¡¯s gaze then swept over the council, a palpable tension rising as he contemplated his final choice. Every council member, each harboring a silent hope, fixed their eyes on Thorian. ¡°And for the final position,¡± he began, the room hanging on his every word, ¡°I choose Elder Oom.¡±
The council chamber was momentarily gripped by a stunned silence following Thorian''s declaration. The quiet was swiftly broken by an outburst from Ventus, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and disbelief. ¡°But my king, I earnestly desired to accompany you!¡± he protested. ¡°You¡¯re aware of my strength; we''ve battled side by side countless times. Why choose Oom, who lacks my prowess?¡±
Thorian, unruffled by the protest, offered a simple yet profound explanation. ¡°Oom possesses a unique quality that none other here does.¡±
Ventus, now confused, pressed for an answer. ¡°And what might that be, king?¡±
Thorian¡¯s gaze settled on Oom, conveying a deep sense of trust. ¡°His eyes,¡± he stated, leaving the statement enigmatic and open to interpretation.
With those cryptic words, the meeting disbanded. Thorian, Forlune, Zogarth, and Oom departed from the village, their steps leading them through the perilous forest. Familiar with the route, they navigated effortlessly to Locksley, converging near the Western Gate.
As they stood waiting, Zogarth queried Thorian about their strategy upon encountering the opposition. ¡°My lord, once we confront them, what shall be our course of action?¡±
Thorian¡¯s answer was measured and confident. ¡°That will depend on their moves,¡± he said. ¡°Regarding traps, concern yourself not. I possess two specific skills tailored for such scenarios.¡±
Zogarth, his expression a mix of surprise and admiration, looked back at Thorian. ¡°Is that so, my lord? Truly?¡±
Thorian affirmed with a nod. "The first is Predator''s Gaze," he announced, his pupils dilating like a predatory animal, enhancing his vision dramatically. "And the second, Elemental Sight." His eyes then shimmered, transforming his vision into a vibrant tapestry of colors, each hue representing a different elemental mana.
"These abilities allow me to detect hidden assailants or magical traps that might be lying in wait," Thorian elaborated, his tone indicating the strategic advantage they provided.
Forlune, impressed, couldn¡¯t help but express his admiration. "Your array of skills is indeed remarkable, my lord. It certainly reduces the uncertainties we face."
As Forlune spoke, Thorian turned towards Elder Oom. "Regarding the other aspects of our mission, I trust you can handle them?"
Elder Oom nodded subtly, yet with a firm resolve. "Certainly, my lord. I shall not disappoint."
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of movement. Thorian, alert to the slightest disturbance, noted, "It appears our escorts have arrived."
Two figures, garbed entirely in black, materialized in front of them with a swift, almost spectral movement. The lead figure, wasting no words, issued a simple command: ¡°Follow us.¡±
Chapter 130: Ploy of the Foolish
As Thorian''s four-man group followed the two guides, they deliberately bypassed the city of Locksley, venturing deeper into the forest. The path, obscured by shrubbery and dense vegetation, wound its way through the wild heart of the woods.
¡°Seems like Aqua¡¯s conjecture was right, my lord,¡± Elder Oom whispered, his voice barely more than a breath against the rustling leaves.
Thorian gave a slight nod, his eyes scanning the surroundings. ¡°They¡¯re quite prepared.¡±
¡°But the fact that they¡¯re inviting us to their secret hideout,¡± Zogarth pondered aloud, his brows furrowed in thought. ¡°That is certainly strange.¡±
A knowing smile flickered across Thorian''s face, appreciating the astuteness of his general. They likely wish to conceal their alliances, be it with the Stronghearts or any other faction, he mused silently.
His gaze lingered on their silent guides leading the way. The hideout they reveal today won''t be their primary one, not if they are merely seeking dialogue, Thorian speculated inwardly.
Minutes slipped by unheeded until they emerged into a clearing. No structures were visible, but a curious assemblage of logs and shrubbery caught Thorian¡¯s eye.
Unsurprisingly, the guides began to remove the logs and foliage, unveiling a hidden trapdoor beneath.
¡°Heh, these humans and their endless layers of secrecy and deception,¡± Forlune scoffed derisively.
Ignoring the comment, the guides opened the trapdoor, gesturing for the party to enter. ¡°Let¡¯s enter,¡± they invited.
Thorian accepted the invitation with a nod, leading the way as Forlune followed with a hint of hesitation. The quartet descended into the clandestine lair, the stairway engulfed in darkness except for the flickering torchlight held by the guides.
With a soft chuckle, Thorian conjured a small fireball atop his index finger, casting a warm glow around them. The walls, constructed of grey bricks, rose high, creating a spacious passage that accommodated even the towering figures of Thorian and Forlune with ease.
The guides spun around, their surprise evident in their stiffened posture, the flickering torchlight revealing the fear sketched on their faces.
¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± Thorian reassured them, his smile tinged with a hint of mischief. ¡°While I wish for nothing more than to reduce you to cinder, this fire merely serves to light our path.¡±
Swallowing hard, the guides wordlessly resumed their lead, their tension palpable in the air. Thorian and his companions trailed behind, their presence like looming shadows.
¡°Heh, cowards,¡± Forlune snickered, amused by their discomfort, while Thorian''s chuckle resonated softly in the corridor.
Minutes stretched on as they traversed the descending stairwell and navigated a lengthy corridor. At its conclusion, they were greeted by a sizable door.
One guide rapped on the door, announcing, ¡°The shadows have been guided to the dawn.¡±
Thorian nearly let out a laugh. Cryptic passcodes are expected, but this is almost too clich¨¦. An underground faction speaking in metaphors of shadows ¡ª how ironically fitting.
The door swung open, revealing a hulking figure. The man, known as Ragnor, scrutinized Thorian''s group with a snide snicker. "Well, well, this is unexpected. I never thought you''d actually come."
He sauntered over to Forlune, eyeing him with a mix of curiosity and disdain. "So, you''re the monster chief, huh? You''ve changed a lot since I last saw you."
Forlune''s brows knitted in confusion, but before he could articulate his thoughts, Ragnor continued his tirade. "Why weren''t you in your village during our attack? We decimated so many of your men, and you were nowhere to be found. Were you hiding in fear?"
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As Ragnor''s taunts escalated, Forlune''s temper flared. He was on the verge of violence, but Thorian''s timely intervention, a gentle tap, calmed him. Taking a deep breath, Forlune''s laughter took on a maniacal edge. "To think you humans are not only cowards but fools as well. Not surprising, though."
He pointed at Thorian, clarifying, "Firstly, I am not the king; I am his general." Advancing towards Ragnor, Forlune towered over him. "Secondly, you should be less concerned about our king. It''s me who can break your neck in an instant."
Ragnor, undeterred, cracked his neck and grinned provocatively. "Well then, let''s see you try, you filthy monster."
As the tension escalated, Thorian intervened. Unleashing his mana, he exerted a powerful, oppressive force. The air thickened with the weight of his power, causing Ragnor to reel in shock and turn his gaze towards Thorian.
Thorian''s response was measured, yet unmistakable in its threat. "We accepted your invitation, but if you seek a confrontation, we are more than prepared." With that, he summoned a fireball, infusing it with a tenth of his entire mana reserve. The ball of fire, pulsating with raw power, was a clear warning. "I have no qualms about reducing this place to ashes."
Even Ragnor, who had moments ago radiated defiance, could not hide his trepidation. The energy radiating from Thorian''s fireball was immense, dwarfing even the mightiest of known fire spells. It held the potential to engulf the entire lair in a destructive inferno.
Forlune, reveling in the display, laughed heartily. "There you have it. You''ve managed to rile up the king."
As the oppressive heat from the fireball filled the corridor, causing Ragnor to perspire profusely, another figure emerged from the doorway, clapping. "I believe that''s quite enough for an introduction," the slender man, Soren, announced as he approached Thorian. "Don¡¯t you agree, Monster King?"
Thorian, wordlessly, closed his hand, extinguishing the fireball into mere wisps of flame.
Soren chuckled, glancing at Ragnor. "It appears even monsters possess greater civility than you, Ragnor. Not that I''m surprised."
Ragnor''s gaze was venomous. "One day, it''ll be your neck I snap."
Soren rolled his eyes, refocusing on Thorian. "Now that you''ve made the journey, why not join us? Let''s put this hostility aside."
"Very well, let''s hear what you have to offer, considering your audacity to detain my men," Thorian said, motioning for his entourage to follow. They entered the room behind Soren, a space bustling with activity and filled with an array of food and drink. The occupants of the room cast various glances towards Thorian and his monstrous entourage - some fearful, some intrigued, and a few burning with a visible thirst for conflict.
Soren, unfazed, explained with a sly grin, "Your men ventured into our domain uninvited. Naturally, we had to detain them. I''m sure someone of your stature, the Monster King, can appreciate the necessity of such actions."
Settling into a chair, Soren continued, "We can arrange their release, but there are conditions, certain... tasks we''d require from you in exchange."
Thorian, observing the scene, smirked and shook his head. Ignoring Soren''s proposal, he casually picked up an apple from a nearby table, carefully sniffing it for poison before taking a bite. Addressing Soren without even a glance in his direction, he said, "I''m not inclined to negotiate terms with a mere subordinate, especially one from a group that''s been nothing but a thorn in my side." He then turned to Soren, his expression blank. "Where is your leader?"
The atmosphere in the room shifted perceptibly at Thorian''s brazen act. Soren''s expression turned icy. "You seem to forget that your men are our prisoners. We hold their lives in our hands," he retorted, his voice edged with a cold warning.
¡°Oh, is that so?¡± Thorian''s response was a nonchalant chuckle. He reclined in a chair, casually propping his legs on the table. "And you seem to overlook the fact that I can reduce everyone here to ashes. A fair trade, I''d say - your lives for a squad of mine."
A heavy hush fell over the room. The men who had been watching the exchange tensely gripped their weapons, preparing for the worst. Forlune''s eyes sparkled with anticipation of conflict, while Zogarth¡¯s expression darkened, his hand never straying from the hilt of his axe, ready to unleash chaos at a moment''s notice.
The tension reached a palpable peak when a new figure stepped from behind a curtain. A young woman, adorned in a flowing green dress, entered with a relaxed smile. Her presence seemed to alter the room''s dynamics instantly.
¡°Well, well, it seems that everyone is having quite the lively discussion," she observed with a light laugh, surveying the charged atmosphere.
Thorian''s expression momentarily hardened upon seeing her, a surge of anger coursing through him. So this is she, the grand whore in flesh and blood. The one responsible for turning Nox into such a mess, he thought bitterly.
The woman, undisturbed by the palpable hostility, continued with her charade of hospitality. "A grand battle would indeed be a spectacle, but consider the effort we''ve put into arranging this feast," she said, her voice laced with a feigned warmth. Her eyes, shimmering like the depths of the ocean, locked onto Thorian, her smile unwavering. "So, what will it be, Monster King? Will you choose battle or banquet?"
Chapter 131: Facetious Toast
As Thorian faced the ultimatum, a hushed expectancy fell over the room. Every gaze was locked on him, understanding that his next words would be the fulcrum between bloody conflict and peaceful revelry. The footsoldiers, acutely aware, held their breath; they knew their fates hung precariously on the edge of his decision.
Thorian¡¯s eyes, cool and calculating, swept over the assembly before resting on Elder Oom. The goblin elder¡¯s eyes were alight with a mystical golden glow, his visage pale and tense. A silent acknowledgment passed between them - the gravity of their situation was clear.
In his mind, Thorian noted, Her strength is as I suspected.
Maintaining his composure, Thorian turned towards Nalia, a sly chuckle escaping his lips. ¡°Well, considering your generous proposal, let''s indulge in the feast,¡± he declared. With a flourish, he picked up a goblet of wine, raising it towards the lady in green. ¡°To your health.¡±
Nalia returned his toast with a knowing smile. ¡°Your wisdom does you credit,¡± she responded, then signaled to her attendants. ¡°Let music fill the air, and see that our guests want for nothing.¡±
At her command, the previously hesitant musicians began a symphony of flutes and violins. The tension eased as melodies wove through the room.
Turning his attention back to the table, Thorian dismissed the men seated with them. ¡°Gentlemen, I''m afraid this table is reserved. Please find yourselves some other seats.¡± They scuttled away hastily, plates in hand, as Thorian beckoned his own party to join him.
As his comrades settled around him, Elder Oom took a seat beside Thorian. Leaning in, the elder began, ¡°My lord, she¡ª¡±
¡°Not now,¡± Thorian interjected softly, cutting him off. ¡°We''ll discuss it later.¡±
As servants bustled about, lavishing their table with an array of sumptuous dishes and brimming goblets of wine, Zogarth leaned towards Thorian, a hint of bewilderment in his tone. ¡°My lord, forgive my frankness, but why do we celebrate and dine with our foes? I stand ready to fight at your side until my last breath.¡±
Thorian''s response came with a light-hearted chuckle. ¡°Celebrate, you say? This is no celebration. It¡¯s a display of dominance. Our enemies are feeding and serving us of their own accord. Tell me, when have you ever witnessed such a great humiliation?¡±
Forlune, unable to contain himself, erupted into laughter. ¡°You¡¯re just something else, my King. Our enemies scurry about, tending to our every desire, while we relax in leisure.¡± He demonstrated his point by devouring half a roasted pig in a single bite, speaking through a mouthful, ¡°This is delicious. We should take some for the road.¡±
Watching Forlune''s voracious appetite, Thorian''s laughter joined in. ¡°Indeed, we should.¡± He offered a goblet to Forlune. ¡°Try the wine. Let¡¯s see if it pleases your palate.¡±
Forlune accepted the goblet, draining it in one hearty swig. ¡°Not bad,¡± he approved, smacking his lips. ¡°It leaves a sweet note at the end.¡±
Thorian, amused, took a sip of his own wine. ¡°Pleased to hear it.¡±
Meanwhile, Zogarth, clearly out of his element, scanned the room, his discomfort growing. Unable to stifle his unease any longer, he turned to Thorian. ¡°My lord, what is our next move? Surely, we¡¯re not just here to indulge ourselves?¡±
Thorian exhaled, a hint of amusement in his voice. ¡°If that girl is as transparent as she seems, a ¡®private meeting¡¯ is likely in the offing, once she thinks the wine has dulled my senses,¡± he mused with a chuckle. ¡°But fret not about negotiations; I won¡¯t be outmaneuvered by a novice. As for the rest of you, enjoy the merriment, but stay vigilant. As long they¡¯re still nervous around you, things should be fine. The moment that nervousness wanes and confidence takes its place, be ready for anything.¡±
With a strategy in place, Zogarth''s tension eased, allowing him to finally partake in the feast. Thorian¡¯s smile widened at the sight. ¡°That¡¯s the spirit.¡±
The evening progressed with a constant stream of servants attending to Thorian''s table, replenishing their feast with unending fervor.
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Locksley''s food shortages... and yet here, such abundance, Thorian pondered with a wry smile, sipping his wine. The minutes flew by, and soon, a bevy of scantily clad women approached, their movements calculated to allure.
A blonde-haired beauty with captivating blue eyes sidled up to Thorian, offering a plate of grapes. ¡°Monster King, allow this humble servant to attend to you.¡±
Should I play the fool here? No, I am with my men, I need to keep some level of dignity.
Thorian, ever mindful of his image in front of his men, decided against indulging in the temptation. ¡°My men will appreciate your company more,¡± he said, directing her towards Forlune, whose laughter rang out at the sight.
As Zogarth, Forlune, and Elder Oom reveled in the feast, Thorian remained vigilant, his gaze subtly sweeping across the room. He noted the varying expressions of the footsoldiers¡ªsome laced with fear and apprehension, others marred by disdain.
Yet, Thorian''s interest lay not in their sentiments but in gauging their strength. Utilizing his Elemental Sight, he assessed the power levels of those around him. Ragnor and Soren, whom they had encountered earlier, were the strongest in the room, but even their robust mana paled in comparison to Zogarth''s or even the pre-evolution Forlune.
They''re on par with Ventus. Impressive for mere humans, he mused silently.
A handful of others also possessed above-average mana, akin to a kobold post-first advancement. The rest, however, were inconsequential in terms of power.
As expected, this organization''s strength is top-heavy. This imbalance likely stems from the rewards of the Soul Reaver quest, Thorian deduced.
Engrossed in his analysis, Thorian''s attention shifted as a young girl approached him, her voice a hushed whisper. ¡°The queen requests your presence in private.¡±
The queen, huh?
Thorian''s contemplative gaze lingered on the young girl as he nodded in agreement. ¡°Certainly,¡± he replied with a casual air. Rising from his seat, he gave Forlune a playful tap on the shoulder, his chuckle mingling with the mirth of the feast. ¡°Don¡¯t enjoy yourself too much,¡± he advised with a smile, then followed the girl toward the secluded chamber.
Crossing the threshold, Thorian was immediately struck by the opulence surrounding him. The room was a testament to luxury, with plush carpets underfoot and silk curtains draping elegantly from every corner. The walls were adorned with large, intricate paintings, each telling a story of grandeur. Amidst this splendor, vases and art pieces claimed their own spaces, exuding an air of wealth and finesse.
Extravagant indeed, Thorian thought, a wry smile playing on his lips. Though in fairness, my own past life wasn¡¯t devoid of such luxury.
He navigated through the silk curtains, each swathe revealing more of the lavish interior, until he finally saw Nalia. She sat at a small table, poised and waiting, her demeanor as commanding as her surroundings.
¡°Why don¡¯t you join me for some tea?¡± She offered with a smile.
Thorian''s response to Nalia''s tea invitation was laced with casual indifference. ¡°Wine suits me better,¡± he replied, effortlessly picking up a goblet and filling it with the rich liquid from a nearby decanter. As he settled across from her, his smile was polite yet insincere, a mask for the undercurrent of tension between them. ¡°So, what is it you wish to discuss?¡±
Nalia, unfazed by his directness, returned his smile. ¡°There¡¯s no need to rush, dear Monster King,¡± she said, her voice smooth. With a soft exhale, she leaned forward slightly. ¡°I''ve been curious about your nature. It¡¯s intriguing to see a domain, typically human, thriving under monster rule. Your subjects not only speak but also possess formidable strength.¡±
Thorian raised an eyebrow, feigning disinterest as he sipped his wine. ¡°And your point is?¡±
Her chuckle was light, almost playful. ¡°I had a peculiar notion. Imagine if a human, already versed in our world''s systems and perhaps experienced, were to reincarnate in a monster¡¯s body. That would explain all these anomalies, don¡¯t you think?¡±
Thorian¡¯s reaction was immediate¡ªa chuckle that crescendoed into full laughter. ¡°Amusing theory,¡± he said, amusement clear in his tone. ¡°But it seems you¡¯ve been overly influenced by human legends. Reincarnation? That¡¯s a fanciful stretch, even for a tale.¡±
Nalia''s demeanor shifted, her patience waning as she dismissed the facade of pleasantries. ¡°Let''s not play this game,¡± she said, her eyes rolling slightly. ¡°The letter I sent you was written in a language only known to humans, and yet, here you are.¡±
Thorian''s gaze momentarily hardened, a flash of coldness passing through his eyes. He quickly masked it with a laugh and an exaggerated clap. ¡°Bravo, what an astute observation,¡± he said, his laughter tapering off into a look of casual indifference. ¡°So, what''s your plan now, grand detective?¡±
Nalia''s smile widened as she rose from her chair with an elegant poise. ¡°You see, I, too, have traveled back in time,¡± she revealed, stepping closer to Thorian. ¡°We are alike, you and I¡ªchosen ones, outliers in the fabric of time.¡±
As she reached out, placing her hand gently on Thorian¡¯s left cheek, her smile held a tinge of madness. ¡°Imagine the possibilities if we combined our strengths. If it¡¯s the two of us, we could dominate this world. I could make you its king.¡±
Chapter 132: Dance of Collar Tugs
The words hung in the air, thick with absurdity. "I could make you its king." Thorian struggled to stifle a laugh. This girl is utterly mad, he thought.
Thorian''s voice dripped with scorn as he tilted his head slightly to the right. "Join forces with you? After your relentless assaults on my village? Your hands are still stained with the blood of my people, your prison filled with those loyal to me."
Nalia shrugged nonchalantly. "They''re nothing but monsters," she said dismissively. "Surely, you, having been human your entire life, haven''t grown fond of them in these mere days."
Thorian''s response was silent, but his gaze was a piercing blade, slicing through her facade. His expression was a mask of icy resolve, a predator ready to pounce.
Nalia''s smile didn''t waver. "How intimidating," she quipped, her eyes dancing with amusement. "It''s unfortunate that we''re at odds. I do believe, in time, you''ll come to understand my perspective."
Thorian''s eyes rolled in exasperation. "If this is all you have to say, I''m leaving." He rose from his seat, but Nalia''s words halted him.
"Wait, Monster King. Don''t be so hasty. We might not align entirely, but there''s a proposition I''d like to make," she said, her tone shifting to one of business.
With an exasperated sigh, Thorian gestured for her to continue. "What is it you want?"
Settling back into her chair, Nalia took a leisurely sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving his. "I want access to the dungeons hidden within the forest¡ªfor myself and all my men."
At this proposal, Thorian¡¯s expression froze before he looked down in thought. If she wants access to the dungeons, I can let her have it. With Elder Oom¡¯s ability, I can keep track of her power and progress.
"Very well, I can grant you safe passage," Thorian said, his voice even. "But in return, I demand the release of my men and unimpeded access to the abyss in Locksley''s heart."
Nalia''s chuckle was light, yet carried an edge. "I can agree to the second term, but your men remain with me. Without them as leverage, you might seize any opportunity to ambush my forces in your forests."
Thorian''s response was a quiet one. He casually crossed his legs, taking a leisurely gulp of his wine. "No agreement, then. Our war endures."
"Do you truly hold such regard for those creatures?" Nalia probed, her eyes locked onto Thorian''s, a mischievous glint playing across her face. "You must realize that a war against me would be protracted and bloody. The toll would be immense. You''re not ignorant of that fact."
"I''m well suited for war," Thorian replied with a nonchalant shrug, his gaze wandering across the room. The ceiling, a simple fusion of earth, metal, and timber, didn''t escape his notice. "In fact, I''ve just considered an alternative. What if I were to demolish this entire place? I''d likely survive, possibly you as well. But your men? Their fate would be less certain."
Nalia laughed, seemingly amused by the idea. "Unlike you, I''m not particularly attached to my men. Their loss wouldn''t affect me deeply."
"But you value them enough not to squander them in such a frivolous way," Thorian countered sharply. "Consider the time and effort required to recruit and train new followers. That certainly would be inconvenient.¡±
"That would indeed be bothersome," Nalia mused, resting her chin on her hand in contemplation. "So, you wish for the freedom of your beasts? I can comply with that request, under one condition."
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"Speak," Thorian motioned for her to elaborate.
Nalia''s expression turned serious, a stark contrast to her earlier demeanor. "I propose we synchronize our movements. When my men and I venture into your forest to clear the dungeons, you will be here in Locksley, challenging the abyss. By keeping each other in sight, we eliminate the possibility of ambushes."
Thorian applauded softly, a wry smile on his lips. "Clever. It''s remarkable how quickly solutions are found when one truly seeks them."
As he refilled his cup from the decanter, Thorian''s tone grew colder. "We''ll reconvene at noon. That''s when I''ll enter the abyss, and also when I expect my men to be returned." He downed the wine in one swift gulp. "And a word of caution: if I find so much as a scratch on them, I''ll exact an immediate and equal retribution."
Nalia''s laughter rang out. "Terrifying, Monster King. But fear not; I have ways to handle elusive foes without resorting to violence."
"I have no doubt," Thorian said, tapping the table sharply as he stood. "Our agreement is sealed, then. I''ll take my leave." He finished the last of the wine, setting the goblet down beside Nalia with a finality. "And the wine was appreciated."
Without another word, Thorian exited Nalia''s chamber. His comrades, seated at a nearby table, all turned their gazes toward him, awaiting his command. With a simple nod, he signaled it was time to depart.
Forlune, with a dismissive shove, sent the serving girl away and stood. "About time. The stench of humans was becoming unbearable."
"I would not go that far, but sitting amongst foes has certainly not been most comfortable," Elder Oom chimed softly, joining Thorian with Zogarth.
The group left the room without acknowledging the human audience. In the corridor, Zogarth queried Thorian, "My lord, what transpired in your discussion with the human?"
"I have secured the release of Alacritas and his men, as well as a safe path for us to the abyss," Thorian disclosed, his fire manipulation casting a warm glow along their path.
"The abyss, my lord?" Zogarth''s brow creased in bewilderment. "What exactly is that?"
Thorian''s voice carried a hint of intrigue as he explained. "Beneath Locksley lies a portal to this structure. Think of it akin to a dungeon, yet distinct in a significant aspect: it comprises a staggering hundred Layers."
"A hundred?" Forlune''s initial shock gave way to amusement. "That indeed makes it an abyss in the truest sense."
Zogarth''s curiosity was piqued. "Does it offer rewards like the dungeons, my lord?"
"The rewards differ in notable ways," Thorian clarified. "The abyss doesn''t yield items, skills, or recipes. Its treasures are Arcane Coins and, most importantly, experience points. For beings of our caliber, it''s an expedited route to level advancement."
Zogarth''s admiration for Thorian was evident. "Your knowledge truly impresse me, my lord. Accumulating experience points is precisely what we need for our evolution and to attain our second advancement."
Thorian''s expression hardened with resolve. "And with our newfound strength, we will confront the Sanctuary and reclaim Amelia''s tear," he said, a vision of Nox flashing through his mind.
"But my lord," Elder Oom interjected, a note of caution in his voice, "every negotiation has its cost. What did she demand in return?"
Thorian''s answer was succinct. "She requested access to our two dungeons."
Elder Oom''s eyebrow arched in skepticism. "Is that the full extent of her demands, my lord?"
"She likely believes that by accessing our forests, she can better assess our capabilities," Thorian surmised, locking eyes with Elder Oom. "However, this also provides us an opportunity to monitor her movements, especially with your unique abilities."
"You''ve anticipated every eventuality, my lord," Elder Oom said with a chuckle of admiration.
Zogarth''s brow furrowed in confusion. "Forgive my lack of understanding, my lord, but I do not follow."
¡°I gave up on that long ago,¡± Forlune shrugged, indicating his own perplexity.
Thorian exhaled softly. "Now is not the time for lengthy explanations, we are still in the middle of enemy territory. All will be made clear once we return to the village."
The group continued in silence, navigating the corridors. Emerging from the trapdoor, Thorian activated his Predator Gaze and Elemental Sight, scrutinizing their surroundings for any hint of magical presence. Satisfied with the absence of any mana traces, he turned to Elder Oom. "Now, tell me truthfully, how does her strength compare to mine?"
Elder Oom paused, collecting his thoughts before responding. "My lord, your power is unparalleled, a force to be reckoned with." He met Thorian''s gaze, a hint of concern in his expression. "However, the sheer magnitude of her dark powers is overwhelming. In certain conditions, her abilities might even surpass yours."
Chapter 133: Oppressive Prudence
Hearing Elder Oom''s proclamation, a wave of bitterness washed over Thorian. Even with his diligent efforts, the reality that threats still loomed was a hard truth to accept. So, despite all my hard work and amassed knowledge, there are still people who can pose a threat to me. A truly hard pill to swallow, he thought.
¡°That... that cannot be,¡± Zogarth exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief at Elder Oom''s assertion. ¡°Our king has always been the epitome of strength, growing mightier with each passing day. How is it possible for her to surpass him? And how could you come to know of this?¡±
¡°I possess a unique ability,¡± Elder Oom replied with a calm certainty, ¡°an ability our lord is aware of and can attest to.¡±
¡°We remain in the heart of enemy territory,¡± Thorian interjected, swiftly regaining his composure. ¡°Let¡¯s avoid divulging sensitive information that might fall into the wrong ears.¡±
Zogarth, though visibly unconvinced, gave a reluctant nod. ¡°As you command, my lord.¡±
Meanwhile, Forlune, who had remained silent throughout the exchange, was merely muttering to himself.
It seems he has taken the lesson from our last encounter to heart. Thorian mused, His silence might be overdone, yet it''s preferable to letting him speak his mind unbridled. Finding the right balance between politeness and frankness doesn¡¯t come easily to him.
With this, the group continued their journey back to the village. As they crossed through the wooden gates, Thorian addressed his comrades with an air of urgency. ¡°We must convene an emergency council meeting immediately. No matter their current engagements, bring my advisors to the Village Hall without delay. Our forthcoming decisions are critical; there is zero room for error.¡±
¡°Right away, my lord,¡± Zogarth responded with a respectful nod.
Forlune, however, furrowed his brows in contemplation before raising a pertinent question. ¡°But what if they are engaged in their cultivation practices?¡±
Thorian, momentarily taken aback by a scenario he hadn''t considered, raised an eyebrow in response. ¡°In that case, let them be. Their initiation into cultivation is still in its nascent stages, and any disturbance could lead to Qi Deviation¡ªa fatal mishap where they could literally cough up blood and die on the spot.¡±
A shade of pallor washed over their faces upon hearing this.
¡°Cultivation is indeed a precarious journey,¡± Elder Oom remarked, a hint of apprehension in his voice. ¡°We must establish clear guidelines to avert such dire consequences in the future.¡±
¡°You speak the truth,¡± Thorian agreed, his tone serious. ¡°However, for now, our priority remains gathering as many council members as possible at the Village Hall, without disrupting the cultivators.¡±
With their tasks delineated, the trio split up, each heading in a different direction to fulfill their mission. Meanwhile, Thorian made his way to the magus guild, diligently accepting his daily class quests. After completing this routine, he proceeded to the Village Hall, registering his normal quests before ascending to the meeting room.
Seated alone at the table, Thorian seized this solitary moment to refine his elemental mana control. As a lord, he understood the value of time; indulging in worry was a luxury he could not afford. Every moment was an opportunity for improvement, a chance to sharpen his skills and fortify his domain.
With a focused determination, Thorian engaged in simultaneous elemental manipulation. On his right index finger, he carefully conjured a minuscule fireball, its tiny flame flickering with controlled intensity. On his left, he balanced the equation with water, forming a small, perfectly spherical orb of water on his left index finger.
Inhaling deeply, Thorian ventured into uncharted territory. He turned his attention to his right middle finger, willing a second, albeit feeble and unstable flame into existence. Despite its fragility, his concentration remained steadfast. But as the nascent fireball took shape, Thorian''s mental exertion reached its zenith, causing all his spells to dissipate simultaneously.
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So this is my current threshold, Thorian reflected, exhaling slowly. The journey of progress is indeed arduous and unrelenting. Patience is key.
His contemplation was interrupted by a commotion outside the room. Composing himself with a deep breath, Thorian swiftly resumed his customary, regal demeanor just as the council members entered.
Remarkable, everyone is here, he observed internally.
¡°My lord, your safe return is a great relief,¡± Lapis expressed, his eyes conveying sincere concern. ¡°We were genuinely worried about you.¡±
¡°Thank you, Lapis,¡± Thorian replied with a warm smile, gesturing towards the table. ¡°Now, please, everyone be seated.¡±
Obedient to their lord''s command, the council members took their seats, anticipation hanging in the air.
¡°Before delving into the details of my encounter with our adversaries, I must first explain why I specifically chose Elder Oom for this mission,¡± Thorian began, his voice carrying an air of gravitas. At his words, the attention of everyone in the room shifted towards Elder Oom, their interest piqued.
The council members had been harboring a keen curiosity about what distinguished Elder Oom ever since Thorian''s previous endorsement. ¡°Elder Oom, please explain to us your unique abilities.¡±
With a respectful bow, Elder Oom acquiesced. ¡°Beyond my known capabilities in curses and healing spells, I possess a gift bestowed upon me as a disciple of the great goddess Shora.¡±
As he spoke, Elder Oom''s eyes glimmered with a golden radiance. ¡°This gift is known as the Eyes of Identification. It allows me to see beyond the veil of mere appearances, revealing the underlying truth of things. Remarkably, it can even glimpse a part of the display panel of those I observe.¡±
Zogarth murmured in awe, ¡°To imagine such an ability exists¡¡± The room was filled with a collective astonishment, except for Yur and Jarvis, the two elders who already knew of their fellow tribe leader''s prowess.
Aqua, with a chuckle that blended admiration and cunning, commented, ¡°My lord, your foresight is unparalleled. Utilizing this crisis to extract crucial information from our foes ¨C I am amazed.¡±
Ventus, struck by a sudden realization, exclaimed, ¡°So that''s the reason!¡± His gaze shifted to Thorian, a knowing smile on his lips. ¡°King, you should have shared this with us. I wouldn¡¯t have been so mad had I known.¡±
Aqua, visibly irked, retorted to Ventus, ¡°And who are you to feel entitled to anger towards our lord?¡±
Forlune promptly intervened, his voice cutting through the brewing disagreement. ¡°Silence, everyone. This is a crucial meeting, not a venue for your never-ending squabbles.¡± Even though Ventus clicked his tongue in annoyance, Forlune¡¯s words effectively restored order, sparing Thorian the need to intercede.
The Celestial Kobold Champion''s earnest expression, marked by a rare seriousness, prompted a smile from Thorian. He''s maturing into an exemplary general. His progress fills me with pride.
¡°To address the issue concerning the lady in green, we''ll delve into that later,¡± Thorian interjected, a strategic cough reclaiming the council''s focus. ¡°Firstly, let me apprise you of the pact we''ve forged with them.¡±
As Thorian detailed the series of events during the encounter, the room was engulfed in a hushed attention. The council members'' reactions varied, but all maintained a respectful silence. Thorian narrated the roles of Ragnor and Soren, the vulnerability of the enemy footsoldiers, and the opulence of their meals. He delved into the intricacies of his private discussion with Nalia, ensuring no detail was spared.
¡°So, they seek access to our dungeons in exchange for the abyss, promising a wealth of experience points that we desperately need,¡± Vivax surmised, deep in contemplation. ¡°And considering they''re also offering to release Alacritas and the others, it appears this deal is significantly in our favor.¡±
¡°That may seem so at first glance,¡± Aqua interjected with caution. ¡°But remember, this is the same woman who fiercely attacked our village and then coldly sacrificed thousands of her own men to enhance her quest rewards. Trusting her words blindly would be folly. She may still harbor plans to entrap us.¡±
¡°You''re correct to be wary of her intentions,¡± Thorian agreed solemnly. ¡°Yet, the primary motive behind my agreement was not the passage to the abyss. It was solely to secure the safe return of my men.¡±
In the wake of Thorian''s declaration, a profound silence enveloped the room. The depth of his commitment to Alacritas and his team, evident in his words, resonated deeply with everyone present, underscoring the gravity of their leader''s decision.
Aqua''s smile was tinged with admiration and respect. ¡°My king, your judgment and compassion are commendable. Even if we set aside the considerations of her motives or our safe passage, the outcome remains favorable. Securing Alacritas''s return is an indisputable gain from this negotiation, one that cannot be undone.¡±
Ventus, his curiosity piqued, leaned forward. ¡°So, do we plan to preemptively strike her before she can execute any treacherous plans against us?¡±
Thorian, his voice low and contemplative, weighed in. ¡°A direct ambush might be imprudent, given her formidable capabilities.¡± He then turned his gaze to Elder Oom. ¡°Elder, this would be an opportune moment to share your insights. What did your Eyes of Identification reveal about her powers?¡±
Chapter 134: Peddler of Deaths
At Thorian''s pronouncement, all eyes turned back to Elder Oom. The elder responded with a knowing smile. "Firstly, although I couldn''t discern her class, she has achieved first-advancement and stands at level 7. Her base stats are thus: Strength at 30, Agility at 70, Constitution at 25, and Mana at a formidable 100."
"She is weak!" Ventus interjected with a dismissive sneer, scanning the room with an air of disbelief. "Is this the person we fear? I could incinerate her bones with a single spell!"
"Silence," Forlune''s voice rumbled, curt and commanding. "Allow the elder to finish."
Elder Oom nodded in agreement, his expression turning solemn. "Her level and stats may not seem extraordinary, particularly in comparison to ours, with our dual advancement in class and species. However, it''s her unique skills that pose a significant challenge."
Thorian''s brow creased in intense focus, keen to unravel the enigma of the woman who had been a persistent thorn in his side. Every detail was crucial.
"The first of her abilities is known as Necronoble Appointment," Elder Oom continued. "It grants substantial power and skills to a select few, even evolving the class of its recipients to something far rarer."
Zogarth chimed in thoughtfully, "She must have used this on the two men we initially encountered. That explains their unwarranted confidence in our presence."
Meanwhile, Thorian mulled over this new information. Appointment? Interesting. It bears a striking resemblance to my Elemental Appointment. The parallels are almost eerie.
Elder Oom¡¯s voice carried a grave tone as he unveiled the second skill. ¡°The next ability of significance is Great Undead Summoning. She can conjure an entire legion of undead by summoning the souls she has ensnared.¡±
¡°That''s a formidable power,¡± Aqua mused, stroking his chin in contemplation. ¡°But how many souls does she command?¡±
Elder Oom''s voice wavered with a mix of fear and revulsion as he spoke. ¡°Her ring is the key ¨C a damnable vessel holding thousands of tormented souls, their screams so harrowing, so filled with agony.¡±
A somber silence engulfed the council at his words, a collective sense of anger and repulsion palpable in the air.
¡°The souls'' cries are to be expected,¡± Vigil said, his voice tinged with sorrow. ¡°Her actions defy the very laws of nature. The magnitude of souls she has trapped... it¡¯s an unfathomable transgression.¡±
¡°The lord was wise to avoid direct confrontation,¡± Lapis remarked, his voice measured and calm. ¡°Facing an army of a thousand undead, it''s hard to imagine anyone overcoming or evading such a force.¡±
The council members nodded in agreement, visibly shaken by the revelation of their adversary''s might, while Forlune merely grunted in response.
¡°No, our lord''s strength is unparalleled,¡± Elder Oom countered, a confident smile breaking through. ¡°Were it solely this skill, I have no doubt he would shatter her undead ranks with his overwhelming power and diverse techniques.¡±
Forlune raised an eyebrow, his deep voice resonating with inquiry. ¡°Yet, you suggest she''s stronger still. Does she possess another, even more dreadful skill?¡±
At this, all eyes returned to Elder Oom, a mix of shock, confusion, and a desperate hope that he might allay Forlune''s concerns and dispel the looming shadow of an even greater threat.
Elder Oom''s admission was laced with palpable fear. "Indeed, you are right. Her most fearsome ability is Grand Soul Festival. It enables her to absorb the souls she''s captured, briefly harnessing a fragment of their powers. Regrettably, I couldn''t discern the duration of this effect."
The room was enveloped in a heavy silence, broken only by Aqua''s question. "If she were to use all the souls she controls simultaneously, what level of strength would she attain?"
Elder Oom''s voice trembled with dread as he spoke, each word heavy with the weight of his fear. "For the duration of that power, her stats would surge beyond the 400-point mark. She would become an unparalleled entity in our world."
As expected, the rewards for the Soul Reaver Quest are truly beyond belief, Thorian, deep in contemplation, sighed inwardly. And this is doubly true when considering the manner with which she completed it.
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The council sat in stunned silence, unable to process the enormity of what they had just heard. The only sound that pierced the quiet was Ventus''s audible gulp.
Finally, Zogarth found his voice, albeit shaky. "A-are those figures accurate? Can we trust your assessment?"
"I am certain of my calculations," Elder Oom affirmed, his gaze shifting towards Thorian with a complex mix of respect and concern. "My lord, it was only upon witnessing that skill that I entertained the notion of her surpassing you. Under any other circumstance, your supremacy remains unchallenged."
¡°So, she can essentially become a deity for a brief span,¡± Forlune muttered, his voice heavy with concern. ¡°She could annihilate any opposition, with her only constraint being the duration of this power.¡±
The council was left speechless, the sheer magnitude of such power rendering them mute. They could only nod in agreement, recognizing the terrifying reality of the situation.
Yet Aqua, deep in contemplation, suddenly looked up, a spark of realization in his eyes. Turning to Thorian, he said, ¡°My lord, though the situation appears dire, there is a strategy we might employ.¡±
All eyes swiftly turned to Aqua, a flicker of hope dawning in their expressions. Thorian gestured for him to continue. ¡°Go on.¡±
Aqua, now speaking with a newfound confidence, began, ¡°Her transformation into this god-like state has two vulnerabilities. Firstly, the time limit ¨C she can''t maintain that form indefinitely. Once it lapses, she reverts to her normal, vulnerable self. Secondly, it¡¯s a one-off use. The majority of souls in her ring likely originated from the brainwashed humans we defeated earlier. Replenishing such a stock would be a monumental task.¡±
His voice grew more animated as he continued, ¡°If we can provoke her into using this skill and then outlast its duration, we can strike her down in her weakened state.¡±
Thorian chuckled, a hint of admiration in his tone. ¡°You propose a ruthless tactic, suggesting we sacrifice some of our own as bait.¡±
¡°My lord, please forgive my forwardness,¡± Zogarth interjected, ¡°but such a sacrifice would be a matter of great honor for our fighters. A small price to pay to eliminate a foe of this magnitude.¡±
The council''s silence spoke volumes, their collective agreement with Zogarth''s statement evident. They understood the stakes: this was beyond the sacrifice of a few warriors; it was about the survival of their entire community.
Observing the council''s resolve, Thorian sighed deeply. "I am not blind to the necessity of sacrifice, but in this instance, it''s a futile gesture. Our adversary is acutely aware of her vulnerabilities and would only resort to that skill when absolutely necessary." He scanned the room, then added, "Besides myself, Forlune, or Harald, there''s no one capable of compelling her to such extremes. Her Great Undead Summoning alone could decimate our strongest warriors. And for those like Zogarth, she could simply use her skill as a means to escape."
Thorian''s logic was irrefutable, leaving the council in a state of frustrated powerlessness, their brief spark of hope extinguished.
Forlune broke the ensuing silence, a bold grin on his face. "I would face her in battle. To fall fighting a god-like foe would be an honor beyond compare. My sacrifice could elevate our kingdom to unprecedented glory."
"Do not be so hasty to forfeit your life,¡± Thorian interjected with a stern look. ¡°Besides, I have already formulated a strategy to confront her."
"You have a plan, my lord?" Vigil''s eyes widened, a glimmer of hope returning.
Thorian responded with a confident grin. "Just listen. Right now, we''re at our weakest while she is at her strongest. However, once we advance our classes, we will gain ultimate skills that will bolster our powers manifold. As long as we strike before she is also able to reach her second advancement, we would have the advantage."
As Thorian laid out his plan, a collective sense of purpose illuminated the faces of those present. The tension that had gripped the room began to dissipate, replaced by a focused resolve and a clear path forward.
Aqua nodded, his face brightening with admiration. ¡°That is truly a masterful timing for an attack, my lord.¡±
Thorian, however, waved off the compliment, turning his attention back to Elder Oom. ¡°That aside, have you identified any other skills, or is that the extent of it?¡±
Elder Oom responded with a solemn nod. ¡°There is one more ability worth mentioning, my lord. It''s called Eyes of Deception. When activated, her eyes shimmer with an ocean blue hue, similar to mine but with a different color. Anyone who meets her gaze experiences a warped sense of time and becomes susceptible to her words. A weak mind might even succumb to complete brainwashing.¡±
Forlune chuckled, a hint of irony in his voice. ¡°So, that explains how she amassed such a vast human force against us.¡±
As Forlune spoke, Vigil gazed at Thorian, concern evident in his expression. ¡°My lord, during your private encounters with her, did she attempt to use this skill on you?¡±
Thorian responded with a firm shake of his head. ¡°No, she didn¡¯t. Her eyes remained unchanged, and her mana levels were consistent. I experienced none of the effects described.¡±
Zogarth chimed in, analyzing the situation. ¡°She probably feared that her skill would be ineffective against you, my lord. She¡¯s aware that an outright war would not be in her favor. Despite possessing such a formidable skill, she¡¯s likely reluctant to use it due to the vulnerability it would expose her to afterward.¡±
Thorian shrugged nonchalantly. ¡°That¡¯s a possibility.¡± He then stood up, signaling the end of the meeting. ¡°We¡¯ve covered everything necessary for now. Let¡¯s attend to our respective duties and reconvene here at noon.¡±
Chapter 135: Turbid Agreement
As the meeting dispersed, Thorian made his way to the Cultivation Hall. There, amidst the tranquil silence, he devoted himself to his meditation ritual. The session, a harmonious blend of mind and spirit, spanned two and a half hours. Completing his practice, Thorian assessed his progress with a sense of quiet satisfaction.
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Sixth Stage (65.3%) |
Not bad, especially without the elixir, he mused. Thorian had deliberately chosen to forgo the Thunder¡¯s Boon Elixir today. Despite its potent benefits, the elixir came with severe side effects. Using it more frequently than once a week transformed it from a powerful aid into a virulent poison, leaving its consumer bedridden for a day.
After the session, Thorian meticulously cleaned the wooden tub he''d used, as well as his body, ridding himself of the day''s grime. Feeling refreshed, he then set his sights on the dungeons.
The Verdant Labyrinth awaited him, its first three layers now mere child''s play. Thorian dashed through them with astounding speed, each step a testament to his evolved abilities. In the aftermath of both his and Harald''s evolution, it had become clear that their combined might was overkill. Thus, they had amicably decided to lead separate teams, each spearheading their group to swift victories.
Next on his agenda was the Thunderous Citadel. The pattern of his conquest there mirrored his earlier triumphs. He breezed through the initial two layers, each victory marking his growth in both class and species.
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| Race |
Elemental Lord Kobold |
| Level |
3/45 (EXP: 12432/26000) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
29/40 (EXP: 5734/27000) |
| Lifespan |
70 years |
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Sixth Stage (65.3%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
137 |
| Agility |
151 |
| Constitution |
128 |
| Mana |
164 |
| Qi |
150 |
| Free Points |
5 |
Thorian, perched atop Harald, contemplated his journey back to the village. His gaze lingered on the glowing status window that floated before him.
Just eleven more levels to go, he thought, a mix of anticipation and resolve coloring his thoughts. He knew that reaching the maximum level was just one part of his quest. But leveling up isn''t enough. I need to master all four first-advancement skills to progress my class.
The challenges of skill proficiency weighed on his mind. Thorian summoned his status panel, his focus zeroing in on the two skills he had been tirelessly honing over the past two days.
| Water Prison |
| Description |
This advanced skill conjures a sphere of water around a targeted enemy, trapping them inside. The water prison restricts movement and breathing, causing continuous water damage over time. The skill requires concentration to maintain. |
| Proficiency |
65.4% |
| Earth Spikes |
| Description |
This potent ability allows the mage to summon sharp, jagged spikes of rock from the ground at a targeted area. The spikes impale enemies, causing significant earth damage and potentially immobilizing them momentarily. The spikes retract into the ground shortly after emerging. |
| Proficiency |
65.4% |
Thorian reflected on his recent progress with a sense of accomplishment. Not bad growth at all, he mused. A significant portion of his skill proficiency had surged, thanks largely to the rewards from the Ranking Exam. Yet, it was his own dedication over the past two days that had truly bolstered his abilities. In another two days, I should be able to maximize them, he thought confidently.
Mastering these first-advancement skills was crucial. It wasn''t just about meeting the prerequisites to advance in his Elemental Magus class; it was also about unlocking the potential to create new skills through his Elemental Synergy technique. The thought of the unparalleled versatility he would gain was exhilarating.
However, Thorian''s thoughts were tinged with unease. Elder Oom''s revelation of Nalia''s formidable ability had unsettled him. But as he contemplated his own rapid advancement, Thorian reassured himself. Focusing on his personal growth, outpacing others, was his path to dispelling worries.
Harald''s voice, tinged with concern, broke his train of thought. "You''ve been looking worried today," observed the creature. "Is it because of that green woman?"
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Thorian sighed, acknowledging the complexity of dealing with Nalia''s Grand Soul Festival skill. "It''s a challenging ability to counter," he admitted. "But thankfully, she can''t use it at will. And the opportune moment to confront her is fast approaching."
"It can''t come soon enough," Harald grumbled, his voice a low rumble of discontent. "Her erratic nature is one thing, but her ability to ascend to godhood at will makes her a threat that we must neutralize swiftly. As long as she breathes, your peace is but a fleeting illusion."
Thorian''s response was tinged with a steely resolve, his eyes reflecting a chilling determination. "I''m well aware," he said. "And her end is nearer than anyone might anticipate."
Harald''s chuckle, a deep, earthy sound, echoed his sentiment. "If that''s the case, then my worries are eased. I trust your judgment, Thorian."
As Harald''s voice faded, the imposing walls of Wolvendale came into view, crowning the hill they were ascending. Thorian glanced upwards, noting the two suns nearing their zenith.
Time to act, he thought.
Without delay, Thorian turned in his completed quests, then swiftly gathered his main party for their venture to Locksley. Mounted on his imposing direwolf steed, he cautioned them with a stern tone, "Be ready for anything."
"We are always prepared, my lord," Zogarth replied, his grip tightening around the hilt of his battle axe.
"What''s the plan after the meeting, King?" inquired Forlune, riding alongside Thorian.
"We''ll adapt as needed," Thorian replied, his gaze unwavering. "But remember, our knowledge gives us the upper hand. Our telepathic link with our direwolves will allow us to exchange information far more rapidly than they can."
"Should our direwolves escort them through the forest on their way to the dungeon?" Aqua suggested from behind, his voice laced with strategy. "We could monitor their movements and actions closely."
He then turned his attention to Elder Oom and issued his command, "I also want you to utilize your abilities to assess the condition of Alacritas and his men. I hope they have not encountered any misfortune, but we must exercise caution with this adversary."
"Do not fret, my lord," Elder Oom assured him. "I am fully capable of detecting any signs of brainwashing. Should their mental states have been compromised, fear not. My expertise is formidable, and restoring them to their original state is well within my capabilities."
"Thank you, Elder Oom," Thorian said, his expression softening into a smile. "You are certainly reliable."
With a clear plan etched in their minds, the party hastened toward Locksley. As they emerged from the forest, they found themselves at the western gates, where Nalia and her band of bandits awaited, a tense standoff brewing under the midday suns.
Nalia''s voice carried a tone of mock respect as she addressed Thorian. "You''re quite punctual, Monster King," she said, her smile wide but insincere. Her every step towards Thorian was a study in grace and arrogance, her confidence stemming from her perceived invincibility.
"Monster King is rather cumbersome, don''t you think? What''s your real name?" she asked, her laughter light but edged with condescension. "I''m Nalia."
Thorian, dismounting Harald with a calm demeanor, introduced himself. "I am Thorian. Now, where are my men?"
Without looking back, Nalia gestured dismissively to her bandits. "Bring out the prisoners," she commanded.
Two bandits stepped forward, dragging the unconscious bodies of five evolved kobolds, among them Alacritas and his team, bound by thick, heavy chains.
Thorian''s jaw clenched at the sight, and Harald let out a low growl. It was a Herculean effort for Thorian to contain his fury and not launch an immediate attack on Nalia and her cohorts.
"Release them," Thorian demanded, his voice brooking no argument.
Nalia, with an unflappable smile, nonchalantly agreed. "Sure." She then instructed her men, "Uncuff the prisoners."
The bandits quickly complied, freeing the kobolds. Thorian, without a word, signaled his team. Forlune, Zogarth, and Aqua immediately understood and moved to assist Alacritas and his group, bringing them back to their own ranks.
Nalia''s attention returned to Thorian. "I have upheld my part of the deal," she stated expectantly. "I trust you will do the same."
Thorian''s reply was succinct and firm. "I am a man of my word. My men will escort you to the dungeons. In turn, I expect your people will guide us to the abyss."
Nalia''s laughter was light, yet it carried an underlying sharpness. "Straight to the point, indeed. I appreciate that," she said, then pivoted to address her subordinate. "Hayden, be a dear and guide these fine gentlemen to the abyss, will you?"
Hayden, a man in his twenties, visibly paled at the command. His face drained of color, and a look of profound terror overtook his eyes.
Nalia''s gaze turned icy as she fixed her eyes on him. "Hayden," she said, her voice cold and her eyes glowing with a chilling blue, "you will follow my orders, won''t you?"
Paralyzed with fear, Hayden could barely manage a nod. "Everything for my queen," he murmured.
Satisfied, Nalia''s smile reappeared. She turned back to Thorian. "I trust your journey into the abyss will be to your satisfaction."
Thorian, his tone a mix of politeness and frost, responded, "And may you find our dungeons to your liking." He then turned to Elder Oom. "Elder, see to it that these guests are escorted to the dungeons, along with Caedar."
"As you wish, my lord," Elder Oom replied, bowing slightly in respect.
Thorian''s attention shifted to Crimen. "Ensure Alacritas and his team are safely returned. Have a priest attend to them immediately."
"Immediately, my lord," Crimen responded, promptly lifting the unconscious bodies onto his direwolf.
With his orders set in motion, Thorian faced Nalia once more. "Then, we shall take our leave."
Nalia''s nod was the silent signal for Thorian and his party to proceed. With a composed exterior, Thorian led the way, Forlune and the others closely following. Left behind were Elder Oom, Caedar, and the direwolves of Aqua and Ventus.
Internally, Thorian gave a mental nod of appreciation for Aqua''s perceptiveness. A good call on his part, he thought. It would have raised suspicion if I had directly suggested leaving his direwolf for surveillance in Nalia''s presence.
Moving swiftly, the group trailed Hayden through the streets of Locksley. The city, once ravaged by monsters, now stood silent, its walls restored by the fortress system. The debris was cleared, yet an eerie emptiness pervaded, with no soul in sight. Nalia''s influence, no doubt. She has connections with the Stronghearts, Thorian deduced.
Not dwelling too much on this speculation, Thorian kept pace as they arrived at a nondescript building. Inside, they navigated a series of rooms until Hayden revealed a hidden trapdoor. It opened to a tunnel leading into Locksley¡¯s extensive underground network.
This network... Nalia has woven an intricate web beneath the city, undetected and vast, Thorian observed, impressed despite himself.
After a thirty-minute march through the shadowed tunnels, they arrived at their destination. Entering a dimly lit room, they were confronted with a portal, akin to those encountered at dungeon exits.
"This is the entrance to the abyss," Hayden announced, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and awe.
Chapter 136: Resolute Descent
"Finally," Forlune announced, his voice laced with a mix of weariness and anticipation as he stretched, the sound of his neck cracking punctuating the air. He eyed the portal with a steely gaze. "This abyss we''ve heard so much about... it''s time we see for ourselves what lies within."
"Wait," Thorian interjected, his tone firm yet measured, signaling a caution that halted Forlune in his tracks. "Like the dungeons we''ve traversed, the abyss demands a team effort. Specifically, a five-man team."
Turning to address the rest of their party, Thorian''s voice carried a sense of authority and unspoken understanding. "I will lead the main team, alongside Forlune, Zogarth, Aqua, and Vigil. The rest of you will form the secondary team."
"Understood, my lord," Zogarth responded with a respectful nod, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to echo his unwavering loyalty.
Before making their move towards the abyss, Thorian approached Harald with a solemn expression. "Regrettably, the abyss does not permit companions. They are counted as full-party members. Can you make your own party with the direwolves?"
Harald''s response came through a telepathic connection, clear and resonant in Thorian''s mind. "That is acceptable. My duty is to my pack, as yours is to your party."
With a nod and a smile that spoke of mutual respect, Thorian gestured to his chosen team. They gathered, forming a circle and joining hands in a symbol of unity and strength. As they stepped towards the portal, a shimmering notification materialized before them:
| The Abyss welcomes those who dare to challenge its depths |
| You will be teleported to the first floor of the abyss. Do you accept? |
Thorian''s mind echoed with firm resolve. Yes, I do. The world around him seemed to warp and twist, a kaleidoscope of colors swirling around him, the voices of his teammates fading into an indistinct hum. In a mere heartbeat, the disorienting journey ended, and he stood in a verdant field, the grass brushing against his knees, bathed in the warm glow of an overhead sun.
Forlune''s voice, tinged with a hint of annoyance yet filled with curiosity, broke the serene silence. "Just where have we ended up now?"
"We''ve been transported elsewhere," Aqua said, his voice calm and analytical. "It''s akin to the dungeons we''ve encountered."
As they conversed, a new notification shimmered into existence before them, its letters bold against the backdrop of the green field.
| Welcome to the first floor of the abyss. |
| To clear this floor, complete the floor quest |
| Floor Quest |
| Description |
Eliminate all the attacking goblins. |
| Rewards |
500 Experience Points.
250 Arcane Coins.
|
"Goblins?" Forlune''s eyebrow arched in mild surprise. "And such modest rewards."
Thorian exhaled softly, a hint of patience in his tone. "It''s merely the first level. Let''s use this as a chance to refine our skills."
With a collective nod, the team steeled themselves as three groups of five goblins each materialized before them. To a less seasoned party, this might have posed a challenge. But for Thorian and his companions, it was hardly a threat.
Aqua conjured a Greater Water Ball, effortlessly wiping out an entire pack with a single spell. Thorian, meanwhile, skillfully alternated between Water Prison and Earth Spikes. His water technique ensnared and suffocated two goblins at a time, while his earth-based spell impaled another three or four simultaneously.
In under ten seconds, the duo had vanquished their foes.
| Do you wish to continue to the second floor? |
Before answering, Thorian opened his status window, checking to confirm a suspicion he harbored.
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| Race |
Elemental Lord Kobold |
| Level |
3/45 (EXP: 13932/26000) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
29/40 (EXP: 7234/27000) |
Thorian pondered the information displayed on his status window, his thoughts articulate and precise. As I suspected, the triple experience boost is applicable here as well, he mused internally. Moreover, the experience points are allocated to both my Race and Class, without dividing the total.
Content with the validation of his theory, Thorian mentally affirmed his decision to the awaiting Notification. ''Yes, we will continue.''
With that, the party rapidly advanced through the initial levels of the abyss. Each floor escalated in challenge and reward: the second floor offering a base of 750 experience points, the third escalating to 1000, and the fourth further increasing to 1250.
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| Race |
Elemental Lord Kobold |
| Level |
3/45 (EXP: 22932/26000) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
29/40 (EXP: 16234/27000) |
Thorian reflected on their progress, his thoughts analytical yet tinged with satisfaction. "Our growth is commendable, especially considering the most formidable adversary we''ve faced was a hobgoblin," he noted to himself. "Focusing on Water Prison and Earth Spikes has paid off. Their proficiency is improving steadily."
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Turning away from the slain goblins and hobgoblins strewn around them, Thorian directed his attention to Vigil. "How has your growth been?" he inquired, his voice carrying a tone of genuine interest.
"I''ve leveled up both my class and race once already, my lord," Vigil reported with a sense of pride. "Currently, my race is at level 29 and my class at 25. I anticipate leveling up both again after the next floor."
"Good," Thorian nodded approvingly, then shifted his focus to Zogarth and Aqua. "And what of your progress?"
"I am on the verge of evolving, my king," Aqua shared with a hint of excitement.
"It''s the same for me, my lord," Zogarth echoed.
Thorian''s smile broadened at their responses. "If we''re all evolving together, we might delve deeper into the abyss than initially anticipated."
He then regarded the notification that had emerged upon their completion of the fourth floor.
| Do you wish to continue to the fifth floor?] |
| Warning: The next floor contains a boss monster. |
Yes, we wish to continue.
In an instant, the group was transported to the new floor. When their vision cleared, they found themselves on the outskirts of a forest, gazing upon a small tribal village.
| Floor Quest |
| Description |
Eliminate the chief of the goblin village. |
| Rewards |
2000 Experience Points.
1000 Arcane Coins.
|
"Is this an assassination mission, my king?" Aqua queried.
"It is," Thorian confirmed. "But our approach will be thorough. We shall eliminate everyone in the village before targeting the chief."
"As you command, my king," Aqua nodded, his resolve mirroring Thorian''s unwavering determination.
As they prepared for the assault, Thorian''s mind was calculating, always a step ahead. The hidden quest for this floor isn''t clear in my memory, but if we ensure no one is left standing, we should inadvertently fulfill it.
With this strategic approach, the party surged towards the goblin village, its imposing wooden walls soon coming into view. Forlune, his battle spirit igniting, cloaked himself in a radiant golden aura, the energy of solar power pulsating from him. He dashed forward, a blur of light and power, and with a thunderous warcry, he struck the village wall with his sword.
Boom!
The force of Forlune''s attack tore through the wooden barrier, sending splinters and debris hurtling through the air with lethal velocity. A cloud of dust billowed, and the sound of collapsing wood and stone echoed. Goblins shrieked in terror and agony, some perishing instantly in the onslaught, others crushed beneath the rubble.
Amidst the chaos, the more formidable hobgoblins regained their wits, preparing to defend, while the lesser goblins were gripped by panic.
Thorian and Zogarth wasted no time joining Forlune at the breach. Zogarth, with his battle axe wreathed in a menacing red and black aura, charged into the left flank. His powerful strikes mowed down goblin after goblin, each swing of his axe bringing down multiple foes.
Thorian, meanwhile, turned his attention to the right side of the village. His gaze pierced through the turmoil, noting the sheer terror in the eyes of the goblins and hobgoblins as they beheld their attackers. Amidst the chaos, his attention was drawn to a structure larger and more opulent than the others, its luxury marked by ornate fabrics. This building, he surmised, was likely significant - perhaps the dwelling of the chief they were tasked to eliminate.
Thorian''s keen insight quickly identified the building likely harboring the apprentice shaman. With a decisive plan taking shape, he invoked his powerful spell: Lord¡¯s Fury: Elemental Embodiment: Wind. Green mana and swirling winds encircled him, instilling fear in the goblins and hobgoblins who could only retreat a step before their fates were sealed.
With a smooth, horizontal sweep of his Emberstrike Cane, Thorian unleashed Greater Gale Slash. A fierce gust, sharp as any blade, swept through the horde. In a mere moment, the goblins that had faced Thorian with dread were now headless, their severed heads rolling on the ground, creating a macabre scene as blood soaked the earth.
But Thorian''s spell didn''t stop there. It continued its relentless path, reaching the wooden building and cleaving it in two. Walking calmly through the aftermath, amid the blood and wreckage, Thorian discovered a remnant of purple fabric amidst the splinters. Pulling it free, he revealed the tattered remains of a purple robe, clinging to the bisected corpse of the apprentice shaman. That¡¯s one hidden quest accomplished, he thought.
Surveying the village, he saw his companions were equally efficient. Aqua, with his ice barrage and Greater Waterball, was a maelstrom of destruction, freezing and drowning goblins in droves. Forlune and Zogarth moved like blurs, their lethal strikes claiming multiple goblins with each pass. In the rear, Vigil provided support, occasionally bestowing blessings on his comrades, his sighs reflecting a mix of boredom and frustration at his relative inaction.
Suddenly, a distinct, shrill cry pierced the air. From the main building emerged a hobgoblin, slightly more formidable than his kin. Adorned in full armor and brandishing both a shield and sword, he stood out amidst the chaos.
Observing the armored figure, Thorian assessed him coolly. He''s likely of a hobgoblin chief''s caliber, he deduced. Yet, even so, he''s considerably inferior to the weakest of the goblin champions.
Thorian''s response was swift and decisive. With a mere utterance of his incantation, "Fire Pillar," he unleashed his spell. The goblin chief, in the midst of his warcry, was instantaneously engulfed in a towering inferno. Flames consumed him before he could even react, silencing his screams and ending the battle as quickly as it had begun.
Notifications cascaded in front of Thorian, affirming their success and unexpected achievements.
| Congratulations, you have successfully cleared Hidden Quest #1: Kill the Shaman Apprentice. |
| Congratulations, you have successfully cleared Hidden Quest #2: Do not leave a single soul. |
| Reward Updated |
|
+2000 Experience Points
+1000 Arcane Coins
|
Level up!
Level up!
| Do you wish to continue to the sixth floor? |
Chapter 137: Risen in the Depths
Having ascended two levels, Thorian spun to face his comrades. Aqua, Zogarth, and Vigil were fixated on an unseen point in the air. A grin spread across Thorian''s face as he addressed them. "You all know what comes next. I have complete faith in your choices." With a mutual nod, the trio affirmed their evolution paths, and they were swiftly enveloped in a dazzling, golden radiance.
As the light faded, Aqua emerged transformed. He now stood taller, his frame lean yet poised, exuding a grace as if molded by the very essence of winter. His fur had evolved into a kaleidoscope of icy blues, each strand shimmering like delicate icicles. His eyes, glowing with a crystalline, otherworldly light, captivated all who beheld them. Intricate patterns reminiscent of snowflakes wove across his skin and fur, serving a dual purpose as both armor and a magical conduit.
Vigil¡¯s transformation, though subtler, was no less profound. His fur, previously an unremarkable off-white, now shone with a pristine radiance, reflecting the purity of his spirit. His moon tattoos, once limited, now expanded to depict an entire celestial ballet. His physique developed a newfound strength and bulk, shedding the scrawniness that had once defined him. His eyes, now mirroring the twin moons, glowed with a soft, restorative light.
Zogarth''s change was the most dramatic. He grew exponentially in size, dwarfing even the formidable Forlune. His muscles, now immense, seemed on the verge of bursting through his skin. His armor, adapting to his new form, expanded to accommodate his increased bulk. His skin took on a rugged, weathered hue, transforming his scars from reminders of past battles into distinguished marks of honor.
Thorian, observing these remarkable transformations, especially Zogarth''s, let out a chuckle. "Thinking about the future, it seems our usual meeting spot in the Village Hall won''t suffice. Zogarth, you''d have a tough time just fitting through the door!"
¡°I apologize, my lord,¡± Zogarth murmured, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. ¡°Perhaps I should''ve chosen a different evolution.¡±
Thorian dismissed the notion with a shake of his head. ¡°No, you made the right choice. Strength is paramount. What do they call this evolution of yours?¡±
¡°Warbound Orc Commander,¡± Zogarth replied, his gaze drifting to his status window. ¡°Most of my skills lean towards offense or defense, but I''ve acquired one that amplifies the prowess of my allies. It¡¯s named Commanding Roar.¡±
¡°That¡¯s a title befitting a general,¡± Thorian mused, his attention shifting to Vigil. ¡°And your evolution?¡±
¡°I''ve become a Star Kobold Mystic,¡± Vigil answered. ¡°My skills remain centered around blessings and healing. However, they now function with utmost efficiency, regardless of the time of day. My blessing and healing spells receive a 50% boost in their effects under the light of any celestial body.¡±
Thorian chuckled, ¡°Any party would be fortunate to count you among them.¡± He then turned his gaze to Aqua, who, sensing his turn, began without prompt.
¡°I''ve evolved into an Ice Kobold Sorcerer, my lord. My skills are predominantly offensive, except for Ice Barrier. It''s akin to your Earth Wall, my lord.¡±
¡°Long-range firepower is always invaluable,¡± Thorian acknowledged with a nod. He then pivoted to face the lingering notification. ¡°Well then, let¡¯s not dawdle any longer.¡±
| Do you wish to continue to the sixth floor? |
Yes, I wish.
Immediately, Thorian and his party were transported to the sixth floor. The familiar task of vanquishing goblins resumed, yet they noticed a significant increase in both the frequency and number of hobgoblins encountered. Among them were Apprentice Shamans, bolstering their allies with blessings.
Nonetheless, such challenges proved trivial for Thorian''s formidable group. They maintained their relentless pace, swiftly clearing goblin packs with the same efficiency as in the previous floors. This brisk progression saw them breeze through floors six to nine. Each floor rewarded them handsomely with experience points: 2500 from the sixth, 3000 from the seventh, 3500 from the eighth, and 4000 from the ninth.
Level up!
Level up!
The bounty of experience points Thorian amassed was sufficient for him to level up in both his race and class, placing him nearly halfway to the next level in both categories.
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| Race |
Elemental Lord Kobold |
| Level |
5/45 (EXP: 17098/30000) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
31/40 (EXP: 12893/33000) |
After scrutinizing his status window, Thorian acknowledged the notification, ready to advance to the subsequent floor.
| Floor Quest |
| Description |
Eliminate the goblin champion. |
| Rewards |
10000 Experience Points.
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5000 Arcane Coins.
|
Forlune''s eyes lit up at the sight of the Floor Quest rewards. "Now this is more like it!" he exclaimed. "With the triple experience bonus, I''ll level up in both my race and class."
"I believe we all will, general," Aqua replied, his tone even and unperturbed.
While the two exchanged words, Thorian surveyed the Floor. They stood atop a hill, overlooking a sprawling army camp teeming with hobgoblins. Tents dotted the landscape, and trenches carved into the earth hinted at preparations for an impending conflict.
Dismissing the setting as irrelevant, Thorian faced his comrades. "Stick to the usual plan. Eliminate everyone before our floor quest target."
"We''re on it, my lord," Forlune responded with a grin. "And if we snag those hidden quest rewards, we might even double our level-up."
Thorian nodded at Forlune''s enthusiasm, issuing his orders. "For this battle, Vigil and I will hang back. I want to gauge the extent of the powers you''ve gained from your evolutions."
"That won''t be an issue, king," Aqua said, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "I could freeze them all from here, if you wish."
"Give me a spectacle to remember," Thorian chuckled in response.
Zogarth, gripping his battle axe with a feral smile, added, "I''m eager to test my new abilities against formidable foes. Let''s hope they''re strong enough for a proper showcase of my skills."
With that, the trio approached the hill''s edge, their gazes fixed on the goblin army camp below.
Aqua initiated the assault. Lifting his staff skyward, he whispered the incantation, ¡°Ice Storm.¡± A biting, icy wind descended upon the army camp, causing every hobgoblin to tremble violently as frostbite gnawed at their flesh. The ground beneath them crystallized, ensnared by the relentless cold.
Having tormented the hobgoblins with the merciless chill, Aqua then unleashed ¡°Greater Ice Barrage.¡± Dozens of ice orbs formed before his staff, swiftly launching themselves like guided missiles towards the hapless hobgoblins. Each orb impaled its target, the wound and surrounding flesh instantly freezing. The spell''s victims perished instantly.
¡°We can¡¯t let you hog all the glory,¡± Forlune declared, charging down the hill with meteoric speed. His aura, a dazzling blend of white and gold, clashed and intertwined in a spectacular dance. Bolts of blue lightning crackled with his tempest strides, propelling him to the army camp in a blink. There, he unleashed lightning-fast slashes, each stroke bisecting his targets with lethal precision.
¡°I refuse to be overshadowed,¡± Zogarth thundered, leaping high into the sky. Harnessing the force of gravity, he plummeted towards the camp with astounding velocity. Upon impact, the earth shook, forming a crater and annihilating a group of hobgoblins from the sheer force.
With a wild roar of laughter, Zogarth''s aura burst into a fierce blend of black and red. He channeled this energy into his battle axe, then executed a mighty slash through the air, sending a crescent-shaped wave of destructive energy that mowed down rows of shivering, terror-stricken hobgoblins.
As the trio unleashed chaos, Thorian observed with a raised eyebrow, pondering the nature of Zogarth''s attack. An aura discharge? No, it''s more structured, most likely a skill.
Amidst the carnage, a figure emerged from one of the larger tents. A gaunt, elderly goblin with a tall stature hurried out, clad in a long purple robe, clutching a wooden cane. A true shaman, Thorian noted internally.
The shaman, tapping into his soul''s energy, cast a blessing over the hobgoblins. Their shivering ceased, and their frostbitten flesh healed, enveloped in a green aura that soon morphed into dark purple. He then hurled a curse at Forlune.
As the purple energy neared him, Forlune smirked, a golden aura radiating around him. The dark energy dissipated upon contact, failing to penetrate his shield, much to the shaman''s dismay.
Wasting no time, Forlune materialized before the shaman and decapitated him with a single, swift stroke.
One hidden quest complete, Thorian mused silently.
Meanwhile, Aqua continued his relentless magical barrage, each spell annihilating dozens of hobgoblins. Zogarth, too, carved through the ranks with his energy slashes. The battlefield soon fell silent, save for the echoes of death and the sight of blood-soaked earth.
From the grandest tent in the camp, a solitary figure emerged. He was a tall goblin, distinctively well-built, exuding an aura unlike any other they had encountered. Surveying the carnage around him, his initial shock and terror quickly morphed into unbridled fury.
With a piercing roar, ¡°Shriii!¡± a vibrant red aura enveloped him. Gripping his spear tightly, his eyes blazed with bloodshot rage, ready to engage in battle.
However, his battle cry was abruptly cut short. ¡°Quiet down, will ya?¡± Forlune''s voice rang out, materializing beside the goblin champion. Before the goblin could even react, Forlune''s blade, now sheathed in a brilliant solar aura, swung decisively, severing the goblin''s head in a swift, clean stroke.
| Congratulations, you have successfully cleared Hidden Quest #1: Kill the Shaman. |
| Congratulations, you have successfully cleared Hidden Quest #2: Do not leave a single soul. |
| Reward Updated |
|
+10000 Experience Points
+5000 Arcane Coins
|
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
| Do you wish to continue to the eleventh floor? |
Chapter 138: Traps & Titans
Thorian gazed at the barrage of notifications flooding his display panel, a wide grin spreading across his face. The early floors of the abyss are perfect for rapid progression, he thought, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. And with our collective strength, clearing the twentieth floor should be a safe bet.
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| Race |
Elemental Lord Kobold |
| Level |
7/45 (EXP: 14098/36000) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
33/40 (EXP: 3893/39000) |
I''m nearly at the peak of my class, Thorian mused, his thoughts lingering on the notification. And the upcoming floors are mere puzzles, the solutions to which I already hold. This is practically a bounty of free experience points.
As Thorian contemplated, Forlune appeared beside him, a sly smirk on his face. "Well, that was a breeze," he quipped.
Zogarth, panting slightly, joined them atop the steep incline. "Indeed," he agreed, a hint of disappointment in his tone. "I scarcely had the chance to unleash my full arsenal of skills."
With everyone gathered and ready, Thorian took command. "Let''s advance to the next level," he declared.
In an instant, the group was whisked away, teleporting into an entirely new realm. The comforting warmth and light of the sun were replaced by the oppressive heat and dark orange hues of molten metal. They found themselves on a floor of hard, dark brown stone, the space around them dimly illuminated. They had entered a colossal forge.
| Floor Quest |
| Description |
Reach the exit of the dwarven forge. |
| Rewards |
15000 Experience Points.
7500 Arcane Coins.
|
Thorian''s smile broadened as he read the Floor Quest. Turning to his companions, he explained, "This floor is quite straightforward. It''s a puzzle where we must discover the correct sequence of levers to forge our path to the exit."
Forlune raised an eyebrow in mild disappointment. "Is that all?" he asked. "I was gearing up for a skirmish."
"You''ll get your fight," Thorian replied with a shrug. "Throughout this forge, stone sentinels roam, and we''ll have to vanquish them."
Aqua, lost in contemplation, finally shared his thoughts. "If only we had a vantage point to observe the effects of the levers. It would greatly aid in deciphering the puzzle."
Thorian, appreciating the insight, quickly scanned the forge. His eyes locked onto a high platform offering a panoramic view of the area. "That''s the spot you need," he pointed out. "From there, you can oversee and guide us to the exit."
Aqua, his eyes reflecting a mixture of admiration and surprise, chuckled. "You always find the way so swiftly, my king. Your acumen never ceases to amaze me."
Thorian, brushing off the praise with a modest shake of his head, thought to himself, I could easily solve this puzzle alone, but they need to learn to navigate challenges without me. It''s vital they gain independence in safer environments.
With Aqua positioned on the platform, the team methodically worked through the forge, following his instructions. They expertly manipulated the levers, controlling the metal bridge that interconnected the fiery sections of the forge.
The stone sentinels, though formidable for some, were trivial for Thorian''s significantly overpowered group. They were mere footnotes compared to their dominant might.
Subsequent floors unfolded in a similar manner ¨C a succession of puzzles and traps, all rendered ineffective by Thorian''s Elemental Sight. The monsters they encountered were no more challenging than the stone sentinels.
As they progressed, the rewards increased exponentially: 20,000 experience points from the 12th floor, 25,000 from the 13th, and 30,000 from the 14th. Upon clearing these levels, Thorian experienced multiple advancements in both his race and class. After receiving the level-up notifications repeatedly, Thorian finally decided to review his status in the window.
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| Race |
Elemental Lord Kobold |
| Level |
14/45 (EXP: 5098/66000) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
38/40 (EXP: 30893/66000) |
Thorian, marveling at his own progress, mused aloud, "Seven levels up in race, and six in class," he chuckled. "This rate of advancement is nothing short of ludicrous."
Turning to his comrades, he inquired of Vigil, "And how have you fared? What level are you at now?"
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Vigil, still reeling from the influx of notifications, took a moment before replying, "It''s been staggering, my king. My race is now at level 12, and my class at level 37."
Thorian glanced at Aqua and Zogarth, who silently confirmed similar progress with a nod.
Forlune, visibly excited yet awestruck, interjected, "King, can we revisit the earlier floors? This abyss is a phenomenal boon. If we continue to clear these levels, we could become invincible."
Thorian, however, shook his head in dismissal. "That''s not feasible," he said. "If repeating floors indefinitely were possible, it would render the entire concept of levels and strength meaningless."
Forlune''s enthusiasm dampened as he sighed in disappointment.
Aqua, interjecting with a more pragmatic view, added, "That''s for the best. If anyone could endlessly gain experience in this abyss, our current advantages would be nullified. It would lead to chaos. A distinct power hierarchy is essential for maintaining order."
Forlune, understanding the gravity of Aqua''s words, chuckled in agreement. "Indeed, it would be frustrating if just anyone could reach our level of power by exploiting the abyss."
As the discussion continued, Thorian delved into deep contemplation. After a thoughtful pause, he declared, "We will cease our venture after the next floor."
Zogarth, puzzled, raised an eyebrow. "May I ask why, my lord?"
Thorian, with a sigh of understanding, explained, "After we conquer the next floor, which includes all hidden quests, I''ll reach my class''s maximum level. Any further floors would yield only half the usual experience points, making them inefficient."
Zogarth, stroking his chin thoughtfully, admitted, "I hadn''t considered that. In fact, the next floor should bring me fairly close to maxing out my class level as well."
Forlune, unable to hide his eagerness, speculated, "I''m curious about the boss monster on the next floor." His grin widened. "I just hope it''s not another puzzle. I''m looking for a real challenge."
"We''ll find out soon enough," Thorian replied, his smile reflecting a hint of anticipation. He then turned his attention to the notification.
| Do you wish to continue to the fifteenth floor? |
Yes, I wish.
With their decision made, the party was teleported anew. They arrived in a vast chamber, its ambiance dominated by lava cascading down the walls, pooling into a fiery moat encircling the room. The intense heat was so severe that even Thorian felt a tinge of discomfort.
| Floor Quest |
| Description |
Kill the Magma Golem. |
| Rewards |
50000 Experience Points.
20000 Arcane Coins.
|
Suddenly, a cacophony of mechanical sounds echoed through the chamber as a rock formation began to shift and grow. It morphed into the shape of an immense golem, its eyes seething with molten lava and glaring down at them with palpable rage. The creature''s sheer size dwarfed even the imposing stature of Zogarth, making him appear almost diminutive in comparison.
Observing the magma golem, Thorian assessed its strength. It seems to be just a notch below Zogarth''s level post-evolution, he mused.
Forlune''s eyes lit up with excitement as he drew his sword, the anticipation clear in his voice. "Finally, a worthy challenge!"
Covered in a luminescent moonlight aura, Forlune closed the distance to the golem in a blur. His blade, now glowing with a radiant golden light, sliced through the air towards the creature''s leg.
To his surprise, the usual devastating effect of his attack was mitigated. The golem''s leg sustained only a minor cut before the rock-like material seamlessly healed. Then, with a thunderous roar, the golem retaliated with a massive punch aimed at Forlune.
"Dodging this," Forlune murmured, swiftly evading the strike. The golem''s fist slammed into the ground, leaving a crater and sending rock spikes jutting out in all directions.
"Zogarth, join the fray," Thorian commanded.
The Warbound Orc, acknowledging with a nod, charged towards the behemoth. His battleaxe, wreathed in a sinister blend of black and red auras, struck the golem''s other leg with formidable force. Unlike Forlune''s attack, Zogarth''s blow had a tangible impact, causing the golem to momentarily lose balance as its leg cracked under the assault.
Forlune, witnessing Zogarth''s success, clenched his teeth in frustration. Without uttering a word, he lunged again at the golem''s weakened leg. This time, his blade surged with a golden aura of such intensity that it enveloped him entirely, a fierce display of power far surpassing his earlier efforts.
With a decisive thrust, Forlune''s blade, cloaked in a brilliant golden aura, pierced the golem''s rocky leg. The aura transformed into a radiant beam that sliced through the hardened material. Following up with a powerful diagonal slash, Forlune''s attack cleaved through the entire leg, severing it cleanly.
The golem, overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught from both sides, toppled forward, crashing to the ground. Refusing to be vanquished in such a disgraceful manner, it opened its maw wide, revealing the torrent of molten lava churning within. An intense orange glow began emanating from its depths, signaling an imminent beam attack.
Thorian, quickly recognizing the golem''s intent, sprang into action. Lord¡¯s Fury: Elemental Embodiment. Flames.
Raising his emberstrike cane, Thorian directed it towards the golem''s gaping mouth. Fire Stream, he commanded. The spell materialized with an intensity beyond any Greater Fire Ball. The heat was so fierce it parched Thorian¡¯s skin and sent waves of scorching wind buffeting him.
In a flash, the Fire Stream surged forward, plunging into the golem''s mouth before its own attack could launch. The spell barreled deep into the creature''s chest, culminating in a cataclysmic explosion. Flames engulfed the golem, sending fiery debris rocketing in all directions. Burning rocks splattered against the surrounding lava moat, a fiery spectacle illuminating the chamber.
| Congratulations, you have successfully cleared Hidden Quest #1: One Minute Kill. |
| Reward Updated |
|
+25000 Experience Points
+10000 Arcane Coins
|
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
| Do you wish to continue to the sixteenth floor? |
Chapter 139: Slow and insidious
Thorian''s eyes sparkled with triumph as he surveyed the barrage of notifications on his display panel. A wide grin unfurled across his face, the thrill of achievement palpable in the air. At last, I¡¯ve reached the pinnacle of my first advancement. Just a bit more mastery over Earth Spikes and Water Prison, and I''ll be ready to ascend my class.
Curiosity piqued, Thorian hadn''t perused his stats in ages. It was time to delve into his full status panel.
Display Panel
Ding
| Race |
Elemental Lord Kobold |
| Level |
16/45 (EXP: 86098/90000) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
40/40 (EXP: MAX) |
| Lifespan |
70 years |
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Sixth Stage (65.3%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
163 |
| Agility |
177 |
| Constitution |
154 |
| Mana |
177 |
| Qi |
150 |
| Free Points |
60 |
A chuckle escaped him, laced with disbelief. This is preposterous, he mused, eyes dancing with mirth. At this rate, Nalia''s god-like prowess might just be within my grasp in a mere two or three months.
But the bubble of whimsy burst as quickly as it formed. Reality cast its unyielding gaze upon Thorian, reminding him that time was a luxury he didn''t possess, and the exponential growth he enjoyed at these initial levels wouldn''t last forever. It was a fleeting fantasy, one that danced through his heart before he firmly shook his head, dispelling the idle daydreams.
Turning his attention to the group, Thorian focused on the individual he deemed most crucial. "Vigil," he inquired, his tone laced with earnest curiosity, "what level has your class attained?"
Vigil responded promptly, a hint of pride in his voice. "I am at level 39, my lord. However, I am already halfway through. I merely require 35,000 more experience points to reach the zenith of my level, prior to advancing."
Thorian nodded, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. He followed up with another question, his voice tinged with curiosity, ¡°Vigil, what¡¯s the average haul of experience points from our dungeon ventures?¡±
Vigil paused, mentally tallying and calculating, before responding with certainty, ¡°Taking all factors into account, it averages around 40,000 experience points.¡±
A laugh, light and relieved, bubbled up from Thorian. ¡°Splendid, absolutely splendid! Then, on the morrow, we shall undertake the task of healing Nox.¡±
Forlune, his eyes ablaze with an eagerness that was hard to miss, interjected amidst the collective gasps of Aqua and Zogarth, ¡°Does this mean we¡¯re gearing up for the E?rendil dungeon?¡± His laughter rang out, filled with a fierce anticipation. ¡°I¡¯ve been patiently waiting for this moment.¡±
Aqua, ever the thinker, chimed in, his words laced with deep contemplation. ¡°My king, do you possess any insight regarding that dungeon which could aid us?¡±
Thorian, his gaze drifting upwards in thought, replied, ¡°I have bits and pieces of knowledge. However, I do know of someone immensely knowledgeable about it.¡±
His response, shrouded in mystery, silenced any further inquiries. The group understood the unspoken rule; if Thorian chose not to divulge information, there was a valid reason behind it. They refrained from pressing for more details.
Before deciding to exit the abyss, Thorian turned to Aqua. "I need you to use your direwolf to ascertain Nalia''s current location. And if Elder Oom is nearby, inquire about the situation with Alacritas and his team."
"I shall do so," Aqua agreed, then initiated his telepathic communication. After a brief pause, he reported back, "Nalia has concluded her dungeon expedition and is now exiting the forest. Regarding Alacritas, Elder Oom detected signs of brainwashing but managed to cleanse it with his abilities. He''s currently resting to recuperate from the poison''s effects."
¡°Good, that settles the matters on that front then,¡± Thorian nodded, before he wrapped up the discussion. ¡°Our business here is concluded. Let us proceed, for we still have tasks awaiting us.¡±
Forlune, a hint of confusion in his voice, questioned, ¡°We do?¡±
Thorian¡¯s smile was light, yet held a hint of deeper meaning. ¡°Indeed,¡± he confirmed. ¡°Our next endeavor is to locate the final Altar.¡±
Thorian, with a resolute flick of his hand, dismissed the notification request, choosing to depart the abyss. In a swift blur of motion, his group was whisked back to the entrance of the abyss. As they emerged, their eyes took a moment to acclimate to the dim lighting of the room. They were the first to return, with only Hayden, their guide, present.
Hayden, wide-eyed and visibly shaken, could barely muster his words as he gazed at Thorian¡¯s party, his eyes lingering particularly on Aqua, Zogarth, and Vigil. ¡°Wha¡ What happened?¡± he stammered.
Thorian approached Hayden, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he patted the guide¡¯s trembling shoulder. ¡°Well, you don¡¯t need to know, do you?¡±
Hayden, overwhelmed, could only gulp and nod in agreement, words failing him.
¡°Good,¡± Thorian said, his smile widening. He then found a spot to sit, his party members gathering around him in a secluded corner of the room. They settled in, waiting patiently for the others to complete their journey.
After ten minutes, the entrance flared to life, heralding the arrival of another group. Harald''s direwolf pack emerged, their evolution evident. Their fur showcased a spectrum of vibrant hues ¨C fiery red, serene blue, robust brown, and wild green.
Thorian, bursting into hearty laughter, stood to welcome his comrade. ¡°Seems like your journey was just as bountiful,¡± he commented jovially.
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¡°You too,¡± Harald replied with a chuckle, his eyes scanning the evolved states of Thorian''s companions. Turning to Thorian, he asked with a hint of curiosity, ¡°So, to what depths did you venture?¡±
Thorian shrugged nonchalantly, ¡°We reached the fifteenth floor. And your expedition?¡±
Harald''s eyebrow arched in mild surprise. ¡°That is intriguing. We made it to the seventeenth. I was half-expecting you to have surged past the twentieth.¡±
Thorian laughed lightly, his eyes twinkling with mirth. ¡°Rushing beyond wouldn¡¯t have been the most prudent move, given our unique situation. Nonetheless, reaching the seventeenth is commendable. You''ve all harnessed this opportunity to grow significantly in strength.¡±
Harald''s laughter resonated heartily through the room. "I can''t deny it," he beamed. "Having ascended to level 21, my stats have soared. I feel invincible, as if I could conquer any foe I encounter."
Thorian, visibly impressed, nodded in acknowledgment. His curiosity piqued, he swiftly accessed his partner''s status window to gauge the extent of his growth.
Display Harald Panel
| Race |
Storm Alpha Direwolf |
| Level |
21/50 (EXP: 12759/117500) |
| Lifespan |
70 years |
| Stats |
| Strength |
175 |
| Agility |
224 |
| Constitution |
163 |
| Mana |
76 |
After examining the statistics, Thorian let out a chuckle, both amazed and amused. "Your progress is phenomenal. The sheer magnitude of your strength and, particularly, your agility is simply astonishing."
Harald, also perusing a similar invisible display, nodded in agreement. "Your own stats are quite remarkable too. With the right focus, you could rival my speed."
Thorian''s response came with a lighthearted chuckle, "A decision for another time, perhaps."
As the two shared insights about their advancements, another group emerged from the entrance. Ventus, now boasting a vibrant fur of yellow and blue, indicative of his evolution, approached them. "Seems you''ve already made it out. We thought we were fast."
Ifrit, her form now an embodiment of her magma power with a blend of brown and red fur, retorted with a hint of frustration. "Fast? Hardly. We were stuck on that twelfth floor for so damn long. Just who in the hell designed that? I want to be fighting monsters, not clearing stupid puzzles"
Forlune, lounging casually, looked around as the last of the groups emerged from the abyss. He chuckled, breaking the ongoing chatter. ¡°Seems everyone''s accounted for. King, should we stay here for more discussions, or shall we postpone our conversations until we''re back in the village?¡±
Thorian, secretly grateful for Forlune''s timely intervention, responded with a light chuckle of his own. ¡°It seems the general has made a decree. Let''s follow his lead.¡±
With Hayden guiding them, the group navigated their way out of the subterranean labyrinth and emerged on the western fringes of Locksley. The dual suns that had bathed the land in warmth upon their entry had now given way to the tranquil silver glow of the moon.
Forlune, his brow creased in slight bewilderment, noted, ¡°It¡¯s already night. Our time in the abyss didn''t feel that lengthy.¡±
Vigil, ever lighthearted, added with a chuckle, ¡°Time indeed has a way of slipping by when you''re immersed in adventure.¡±
Thorian simply shrugged, his thoughts kept to himself. Time does seem to hasten its pace within the abyss, albeit not drastically enough to warrant a mention.
With these reflections, Thorian led his group away from the city and into the encompassing woodlands. Their destination was Wolvendale, but Thorian had decided to first lay claim to the third territory altar, having prior knowledge of its whereabouts.
Thus, he directed his party northward from Locksley, trekking over five kilometers through the wilderness. Their target was a clearing situated to the left of an iron mine, serving as a landmark. Guarding the altar were creatures Thorian knew all too well: the Thri-kreens, once truly formidable foes.
Forlune''s voice carried a touch of nostalgia mixed with a dash of humor. ¡°Ah, the Thri-kreens, our old adversaries,¡± he remarked, his gaze sweeping back to his comrades with a wry grin. ¡°Pity Caedar isn¡¯t here to exact his vengeance.¡±
Thorian¡¯s thoughts drifted to Caedar, who had suffered a serious injury at the claws of these very creatures just a week prior. Time seems to warp, he reflected silently. So much has transpired, our growth has been nothing short of remarkable.
Shaking off his reverie, Thorian issued a crisp command, ¡°Let¡¯s dispatch these creatures swiftly and secure this area. We can¡¯t afford any distractions while claiming the Altar.¡±
Forlune, with a confident smile, responded, ¡°As you command, my king.¡± He turned towards the direction where Caedar might have been. ¡°In the absence of my once direct subordinate, I¡¯ll lead the charge in his stead.¡±
Thorian gave a nonchalant shrug. ¡°Proceed as you see fit.¡±
Forlune wasted no time. With the agility of a shadow, he vanished from his spot, reappearing at the heart of the clearing. His sudden intrusion drew the immediate attention of all the Thri-kreens in the vicinity.
The creatures let out a chilling, ear-piercing shriek, their scythe-like arms poised menacingly, mandibles clacking with deadly intent as they converged on Forlune, each intent on tearing him to shreds.
To an ordinary observer, the Thri-kreens'' movements were a blur of deadly speed and ferocity. But to Forlune, trained and battle-hardened, they seemed almost languid. As they launched themselves towards him, Forlune drew his sword with a swift, fluid motion, his body moving with the power and speed of a lightning bolt.
Every swift slash of Forlune''s blade was a death sentence for the monstrous Thri-kreens. In a dizzying display of martial prowess, he felled twenty beasts in mere moments, their bodies not even gracing the ground before he moved on. The remaining creatures stood frozen, their primitive minds unable to comprehend the whirlwind of destruction before them. Forlune, relentless, darted across the clearing, his sword a deadly dance of steel, leaving a wake of devastation.
In under a minute, an eerie silence settled over the battlefield. The clearing was now a grim tableau, littered with the lifeless forms of nearly a hundred mantis-like creatures.
Forlune, seemingly unimpressed by his own feat, yawned, ¡°Well, that was uneventful,¡± as Thorian and the rest of the group approached.
¡°Excellent work,¡± Thorian commended, his eyes then shifting to the Altar. ¡°Now, let¡¯s claim our prize.¡±
He strode confidently towards the demonic visage of the Altar. The guardians lay vanquished; nothing stood in their way now.
But suddenly, Thorian paused, a sense of unease washing over him. Hold on, he thought, there was no boss amongst the fallen. That¡¯s not right.
Sensing potential danger, Thorian turned to his party, his voice edged with caution. ¡°Stay alert. If the situation shifts, follow my commands without hesitation.¡±
Zogarth, confusion etching his features, inquired, ¡°Is there trouble, my lord?¡±
¡°It¡¯s just a precaution,¡± Thorian replied, his tone a mix of reassurance and concern.
Resuming his approach, Thorian reached the Territory Altar and placed his hand upon it. The world around them seemed to fracture, akin to glass shattering, followed by the customary cascade of red notifications. Thorian breezed through them, his focus elsewhere, mindful of the anomaly he''d sensed.
[As you are already a lord of a territory, you must appoint a vassal before the territory system can be fully activated. Once you choose your vassal, they will become the effective lord of this territory. Their access rights will be second only to yours.]
Thorian exhaled a breath tinged with relief as the final notification confirmed the successful claim of the altar. But his moment of ease was abruptly interrupted by an unexpected surge of energy materializing beside him. Reacting with the swiftness honed by countless battles, he leaped back to regroup with his allies, bracing for whatever challenge this new development might bring.
As the energy whirl settled, it revealed its contents - a creature unmistakably a Thri-kreen, yet distinctively different from those Forlune had dispatched. Its green skin was similar, but it bore streaks not of brown, but of a vivid, ominous purple.
Is this¡ a Psion?
Chapter 140: Steady, Keen and unseen
As the realization dawned on Thorian, his pupils widened with apprehension. With an urgent command, he bellowed, ¡°Close your eyes, now!¡± Without hesitation, his companions obeyed. The fear in Thorian''s voice conveyed a singular, unspoken truth: they were facing a formidable adversary.
With his own eyes sealed shut, Thorian honed his other senses. His already acute hearing and smell, gifts of his race, intensified, slicing through the tension like blades. The air was thick with the scent of impending danger.
Ventus, cloaked in confusion, stammered, ¡°Wha¡ What should we do?¡± The rapid shift in circumstances left him reeling, unprepared.
¡°Utter not a word. Just listen,¡± Thorian commanded with unwavering resolve. This was no time for idle talk; their very lives hung in the balance.
¡°Godammit!¡±
Suddenly, a clash of steel and a heavy thud echoed from Forlune''s direction. Thorian, despite turning towards the sound, knew better than to cast his spells recklessly. His magic was more likely to harm his allies than strike the elusive Thri-kreen they faced.
I need to draw its attention, Thorian thought, a plan forming rapidly in his mind. Without a second''s delay, he dashed away from his companions, creating a safe distance. Then, with the skill of a seasoned mage, he conjured fire spells, his hands dancing with flames.
¡°Come and fight me, you cowardly beast!¡± Thorian roared, hurling his spells indiscriminately, taunting the unseen enemy to engage him directly.
Despite the cacophony of his own spellcasting, Thorian¡¯s ears remained razor-sharp. He meticulously dissected every sound, every subtle vibration in the air, alert for any hint of the abnormal.
Abruptly, a thud to his right seized his attention. In a mere heartbeat, he sensed a presence towering over him. Foolish creature, Thorian thought, a smirk curling his lips.
Summoning his Emberstrike¡¯s unique power, he mentally commanded, Flare Burst! Instantaneously, a searing inferno erupted from within him, engulfing the immediate vicinity in a ravenous blaze.
A piercing shriek rent the air as the Thri-kreen collapsed to the ground. The distinct sound of its fall told Thorian all he needed to know about its location.
¡°Water Prison,¡± he murmured, channeling his magic into the spell. The ensuing shrieks and screams confirmed its successful cast. With a triumphant smile, Thorian raised his Emberstrike Cane, aiming precisely at the trapped enemy.
Lord¡¯s Fury: Elemental Embodiment. Flames, he mentally intoned. Fire surged around him, converging at the tip of his staff. Fire Stream, he concluded, releasing the spell with lethal precision.
The resulting explosion was marked by a final, agonized scream. The formidable Thri-kreen lay vanquished. Notifications flickered before Thorian¡¯s closed eyes, piercing the darkness with their luminescence.
| Congratulations, You have slain the special Instance Boss: The Psion Thri-kreen. |
| You shall now receive rewards worthy of your accomplishments. |
Upon reading these messages, Thorian cautiously opened his eyes. Before him, flames danced triumphantly, casting light upon the scattered remnants of the Thri-kreen''s charred remains.
The defeated corpse of the instance boss disintegrated into a myriad of glittering lights, scattering and vanishing with the wind like ethereal dust. In its place materialized a treasure chest, enigmatic and inviting.
"King, is it done?" Forlune''s voice cut through Thorian''s contemplation, redirecting his attention to his companions. They stood tense, weapons still drawn, their eyes shut tightly, their postures radiating unease.
"You may all open your eyes; the threat has been neutralized," Thorian declared, his tone steady and reassuring.
At his assurance, a wave of relief swept through the group. They exhaled collectively, eyes blinking open, as they sheathed their weapons.
Drawing closer, still tinged with bewilderment, Zogarth inquired, "My lord, what nature of creature was that?"
"A Psion Thri-kreen," Thorian explained. "A being whose gaze ensnares you in an unbreakable illusion, filled with your deepest fears. Only a high-tier purification spell or the creature''s death can shatter the illusion."
"How in the seven hells¡" Zogarth''s voice trailed off, choked with dread. The idea of such a being''s existence in their world was almost too terrifying to comprehend.
The group''s gaze lingered on the scene of the battle, each of them grappling with the gravity of what might have happened. Had Thorian not been so swift and decisive, or had they hesitated even for a moment, the outcome could have been catastrophic.
The weight of their narrow escape lingered in the air as Thorian sighed, ¡°There are indeed terrifying beings in this world, yet a balance exists. For all its fearsome illusionary powers, this creature''s offensive and defensive capabilities were notably limited.¡±
¡°Even so, such a being could dramatically alter the course of a battle,¡± Aqua pondered aloud. A spark of intrigue lit his eyes, and a sly grin crept across his face. ¡°Imagine if we could somehow subjugate such a creature. It would be a formidable asset.¡±
Thorian, taken aback by the suggestion, couldn¡¯t help but chuckle. ¡°An ambitious thought, but fraught with challenges. For starters, Psions are a rarity among Thri-kreens. Our encounter was due to this being an instance boss, summoned by my quest and the activation of a territory altar.¡± He paused, exhaling deeply. ¡°Moreover, communicating with Thri-kreens is no simple task; it would require a specialist.¡±
¡°You¡¯re reaching too far, Aqua,¡± Forlune interjected with a laugh. ¡°Wasn¡¯t this ordeal terrifying enough for you? Now you wish to seek more?¡±
His jest cut through the lingering tension, prompting laughter and light-hearted banter among the group. The immediate danger had passed, and none were keen to court further dealings with Thri-kreens.
¡°Is that a treasure chest I see, king?¡± Ventus, less engrossed in the discussion, directed their attention to a more thrilling prospect. ¡°I''m curious about its contents.¡±
¡°We shall find out,¡± Thorian replied, a smile playing on his lips. He lifted the lid of the chest, and a golden glow bathed their faces.
Inside laid three items: two orbs and a parchment, each hinting at secrets yet to be uncovered.
As Thorian examined the two orbs, he couldn''t help but feel pleased. The magma and lightning orbs, both of high purity, were indeed valuable. These will be excellent for my collection, he thought. Once our blacksmith attains the necessary level, he''ll be able to harness their full potential.
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Turning to Ifrit and Ventus, Thorian proposed, ¡°I¡¯d like to claim these orbs. In return, the next magma and lightning skills we come across will be yours.¡±
¡°Fair enough,¡± Ventus replied with a nonchalant shrug. ¡°I prefer skills anyway.¡±
Ifrit added, ¡°Agreed. And as our king, your needs take precedence.¡±
Satisfied with their agreement, Thorian then shifted his attention to the parchment.
| Automatic Mana Crossbow Blueprint |
| Skill Requirements |
Blacksmith II |
| Material |
Black Iron, Thunder Strings, Elder Wood, Mana Stones. |
| Equipment Type |
Watchtower |
| Description |
The Automatic Mana Crossbow is a village-item for watchtowers, designed to target and shoot at enemies within a 200-meter radius automatically. It fires bolts of mana, with the shot capacity before recharge dependent on the product''s quality. Mana stones, which need regular replacement, power its ammunition. |
¡°Well, this is a delightful find,¡± Thorian remarked with a light chuckle, passing the blueprint to Zogarth.
As Zogarth and Forlune scrutinized the blueprint, amazement dawned in their eyes. ¡°This is exceptional,¡± Zogarth exclaimed. ¡°With these, our wall guards'' burden would be significantly lessened.¡±
Forlune, while impressed, voiced a critical concern, ¡°It¡¯s a remarkable item, but do we have a blacksmith skilled enough to construct it?¡±
Thorian''s expression softened with a knowing smile. "Indeed, we have someone capable," he responded, his thoughts drifting to the blacksmith, Faber. "I''ll discuss it with him upon our return to the village."
Zogarth, handing back the parchment, couldn¡¯t help but express his admiration. ¡°You always think several steps ahead, my lord.¡±
Securing the blueprint in his pouch, Thorian led the group back towards Wolvendale. En route, he diligently collected herbs for his magus quest and honed his skills in body enhancement and elemental control. Despite these additional tasks, their remarkable speed ensured that the journey to Wolvendale took no more than half an hour.
Upon entering the village, Thorian''s primary objective was to complete his magus quests, followed by a visit to the Village Hall to collect additional rewards.
Inside the Village Hall, Thorian promptly submitted his outstanding daily quests. He then claimed his reward for Sovereign¡¯s Dominion:
| Territory Attribute Unlocked |
All existing and future houses within your territory, as well as those of your vassals, shall now grant a timed boost in experience gain. The duration of this boost correlates with the amount of time spent within the house, while the percentage increase in experience depends on the house''s tier and quality. |
As Thorian perused the notification, a satisfied smile played upon his lips. Yet, just when he believed he had received all the rewards, another notification flickered into existence:
| Hidden Reward Unlocked |
In accordance with the karmic shift pact, an additional reward is bestowed. Each time Wolvendale ascends in rank, a new territory attribute will be unlocked. |
Thorian¡¯s eyebrows lifted in surprise. I had nearly forgotten about that. But who could have imagined the hidden reward would be this impressive? Should the forthcoming attributes be remotely similar to the Ether Line Nexus, our territory might very well become the most coveted in the world. People from all corners would flock here, eager to reap its benefits.
Lost in his musings, Thorian chuckled and shook his head, grounding himself back in reality. Still, we have a considerable journey ahead before our rank escalates to that of a full town. It¡¯s premature to revel in such fantasies.
Regaining his composure, Thorian turned to leave the Village Hall when a familiar figure near the gate caught his attention. Approaching the silver assassin, Alacritas, Thorian noted the complex interplay of emotions on his face. ¡°It seems you''ve made a swift recovery, Alacritas,¡± he remarked, observing the assassin''s markedly improved aura.
Alacritas immediately bowed, his voice tinged with remorse. ¡°I am so terribly sorry, my lord. I have failed you.¡±
Thorian dismissed his apology with a shake of his head. ¡°Don''t dwell on that. What I need to know is what exactly transpired. Explain to me the cause of this mishap.¡±
Alacritas took a moment to collect his thoughts before he began. ¡°My lord, upon making eye contact with that green lady, I felt utterly incapacitated. My thoughts were ensnared, and I couldn¡¯t act of my own volition.¡±
Thorian''s expression shifted to one of understanding, tinged with irony. As I suspected, it was the eyes of deception, he mused silently. ¡°But how did you come to encounter her? I was explicit about avoiding the Strongheart¡¯s manor.¡±
¡°I would never intentionally disobey your orders, my lord,¡± Alacritas hastened to clarify. ¡°We encountered her while monitoring William Ravenwood, the lord of Locksley, not at the Strongheart¡¯s manor.¡±
The mention of William Ravenwood sent a ripple of disquiet through Thorian. What is her connection to William? Is she merely observing him, or is she planning something more insidious? The situation in Locksley seemed increasingly convoluted, and Thorian felt a tightness in his chest.
Dismissing his rising concerns for the moment, Thorian focused back on Alacritas. ¡°What matters now is that you and your team are safe and have recovered.¡±
Alacritas bowed slightly, gratitude evident in his voice. ¡°Thank you for your concern, my lord.¡±
¡°We will discuss this in more detail tomorrow,¡± Thorian said, placing a reassuring hand on Alacritas¡¯s shoulder. ¡°For tonight, rest is your priority.¡±
Upon leaving the Village Hall, Thorian had one more destination in mind before returning home. In a swift movement, he found himself outside the Blacksmith¡¯s Workshop. The sight of smoke still billowing from the chimney at this late hour reassured him.
Good, he''s still working, Thorian thought, stepping confidently into the forge.
Inside, he found Faber engrossed in his craft, putting the final touches on a magnificent blade. The hilt was fashioned from elderwood, and the blade shimmered with the lightning-infused metal they had acquired from the Thunderous Citadel.
Faber, startled by Thorian''s sudden appearance, greeted him warmly. "Oh, my lord, I hadn''t noticed your arrival."
Thorian, drawn to the craftsmanship of the blade, approached. ¡°This sword looks remarkable. May I inspect it?¡±
¡°Certainly, my lord,¡± Faber replied, offering the sword to Thorian with a hint of pride. ¡°It is the pinnacle of my work thus far.¡±
As Thorian scrutinized the sword, he was taken aback by its rarity ¨C a Yellow Storm. Handing it back to Faber, he couldn''t hide his amazement. ¡°You¡¯ve truly excelled as a blacksmith. Have you advanced your class?¡±
Faber nodded enthusiastically. ¡°Yes, my lord. I am now a magic blacksmith. Additionally, I''ve evolved into a kobold blacksmith, gaining a skill that enhances my chances of crafting items of higher rarity.¡±
Thorian chuckled, genuinely pleased. ¡°That¡¯s excellent news. Your progress will undoubtedly be a tremendous asset to us all.¡±
Presenting the two orbs he had recently acquired, Thorian placed them in Faber''s hands. ¡°I''ve come with a specific request. I need you to forge a weapon for me, utilizing these and all the high-purity orbs we have.¡±
Faber looked staggered by the enormity of the task. ¡°But my lord, that might be premature. I haven''t yet mastered working with such high-quality materials.¡±
¡°That¡¯s why you will undergo training,¡± Thorian replied with unwavering certainty. ¡°I will provide you with all the medium and low-quality orbs we possess for practice. The results will still benefit our magi, so nothing will go to waste.¡±
Faber stood speechless, absorbing the weight of Thorian''s words. After a moment, he found his voice. ¡°To entrust me with such resources... Why, my lord?¡±
¡°Because I need a weapon,¡± Thorian said, a confident smile playing on his lips. ¡°The most formidable and powerful weapon you can create.¡±
Faber straightened up, a newfound determination in his eyes. ¡°Your trust honors me, my lord. I will not let you down.¡± He then asked in a softer tone, ¡°When do you require this weapon, my lord?¡±
Thorian''s expression grew solemn. ¡°I need it within three days.¡±
Interlude 11
Nalia¡¯s POV
Earlier in the day
"Well, that was a breeze," Ragnor declared, stretching his arms and cracking his neck as he sauntered alongside Nalia. A hint of pride colored his voice as he reminisced, "That third-layer Guardian was tough, but we handled it. I bet we could''ve tackled the fourth."
"It wasn''t a walk in the park," Soren interjected, his voice heavy with a sigh. He clicked his tongue, casting a backward glance at the two men trailing behind, their clothes tattered and torn. "We nearly lost two of our best fighters."
"Who needs weaklings, anyway?" Ragnor''s shrug was dismissive, his confidence unshaken. "We''d have cleared that dungeon with or without them."
Soren''s teeth clenched at Ragnor''s callous words, his frustration palpable. "You''re worse than a beast."
Amidst the familiar quarrel, Nalia rolled her eyes, her tone laced with pragmatism. "We wouldn''t have stood a chance on the fourth layer, not without bracing for serious losses." A smile then played on her lips as she added, "First, we need to gather some items."
"Why didn''t we bring them from the start?" Ragnor raised an eyebrow, his tone a mix of curiosity and reproach. "Odd, considering your usual meticulousness."
"We don''t have the skills to make them," Nalia replied with a casual shrug, her gaze drifting towards the direwolves and kobolds escorting them from a distance. "But they certainly do."
Ragnor''s grin was quick and mischievous. "You should''ve mentioned it sooner. I''d have stormed their stronghold like before and seized what we needed."
"I know your heart is as hard as stone, but must your mind be equally dense?" Soren''s eyebrow arched in clear annoyance. "They can hear every word we''re saying, and for the moment, they''re our allies. Have you lost your senses?"
"Partners in name only," Ragnor retorted with a nonchalant shrug, his gaze shifting to Nalia, tinged with irritation. "And why exactly did we broker a deal with them? Do we really need these dungeons that desperately? We''re strong enough to conquer everything on our own."
"You''re mistaken," Nalia replied, her tone icy, her demeanor unyielding. "I might be strong, but you are far from it."
Ragnor''s pride was deeply wounded by her words. His teeth gritted, he muttered bitterly under his breath, "You witch..."
Yet his insult was not as quiet as he hoped. Soren fixed him with a chilling stare, his threat unambiguous. "Choose your words wisely, unless you wish to part with your head this instant."
Nalia, unfazed by Ragnor''s comment, continued as though she hadn''t heard a thing. "As for the dungeons, our equipment is woefully inadequate. We need them, without doubt."
A hush fell over the group following her declaration, broken only when Soren ventured a cautious question. "My lady, you''ve had dealings with that Monster King, Thorian, or whatever his name is. How strong is he?" His voice lowered, shadowed by the memory of their earlier encounter. "The aura he radiated, the intensity of his magic... He did seem formidable."
Nalia''s gaze lowered, a playful hum escaping her lips as she pondered. Then, with a hint of mystery, she replied, ¡°I can''t claim to fully understand his power, but he''s definitely capable of ending both of you in under ten seconds.¡±
¡°What?!¡± Ragnor¡¯s outburst was loud enough to draw the attention of everyone around. The shock was evident in his voice, his disbelief overshadowing any concern for the stares he received. ¡°Tha-that¡¯s impossible.¡±
Soren''s reaction was more subdued, his face clouding with a sense of defeat. ¡°So, even with all our strength, we are still so vulnerable. It''s a hard reality to accept.¡±
¡°Then acceptance is what you must learn,¡± Nalia said with a light laugh, a note of wisdom in her voice. ¡°There are countless beings in this world who could take your life as an afterthought, never even recognizing your existence.¡±
Her voice faded, a distant look in her eyes as she was momentarily lost in memories best left forgotten.
In the heavy silence that enveloped them, Soren broke the stillness. ¡°And what about you, my lady? You could defeat him, couldn¡¯t you?¡±
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Her chuckle was confident, yet tinged with a hint of solemnity. ¡°I suppose I could, but not without significant sacrifice. A peaceful coexistence would be ideal for both parties, though I¡¯m uncertain if that¡¯s a feasible path.¡±
Soren took a moment to process her words, then ventured, ¡°If peaceful coexistence isn¡¯t possible, you¡¯d have to resort to that particular skill, right? But wouldn¡¯t that put us in a precarious situation afterwards?¡±
¡°It would,¡± Nalia agreed with a nod, her eyes meeting Soren''s with a chilling smile. ¡°That¡¯s precisely why we¡¯re working on our contingency plan.¡±
Soren''s face held a somber cast as he murmured softly, his voice barely audible, "Yes, there''s always that option..."
"What?" Nalia''s lips quirked up in a playful yet probing smile. "Do you disapprove of the plan, Soren?"
"I can''t say I''m thrilled about it," Soren replied, his voice carrying a weight of resignation. "But I do recognize its necessity."
Ragnor, ever brash, clicked his tongue at Soren''s measured response. "You''re too soft. That mindset of yours will be the death of you, and it won¡¯t be a noble end."
Nalia, her gaze locked with Soren''s, let out a soft chuckle before redirecting her attention forward. Her eyes swept over their surroundings, observing the escorts meticulously monitoring their every move, jotting down their actions.
In her mind, thoughts swirled around Thorian. Who were you before all this, Thorian? she pondered. To command such discipline from mere monsters, you must have been a significant figure in the kingdom.
The name Thorian echoed in her mind, striking a chord of familiarity. Suddenly, her expression shifted, a sly smile emerging. Could it be? Thorian Steelblade, the lion of the lowlands?
For a moment, she was consumed by the image of the legendary flame lord, renowned for setting battlefields ablaze with his fearsome inferno. But then she shook her head, dismissing the notion with a chuckle. Impossible. Thorian Steelblade''s stronghold is in the south. This must be a coincidence of names.
With these thoughts, the party, guided by the kobolds, direwolves, and Elder Oom, continued their journey out of the forest. Entering Locksley through the Western Gate, they passed the very building Thorian had once used to access the subterranean tunnels.
"Should we venture into the abyss as well?" Soren inquired. His tone suggested genuine curiosity, tempered with a hint of caution. "If the monsters show such interest in it, it must hold considerable value."
"It does," Nalia confirmed with a nod, her expression serious. "But as it stands, everyone here is too underprepared for the level I aim to conquer. We need the entire party outfitted with Yellow Storm gear before we can truly take on that challenge."
"And how long do you anticipate that will take, my lady?" Soren''s eyebrow lifted, a mix of curiosity and concern in his query.
"Depends on our fortune," Nalia replied with a casual shrug. "But with a favorable wind at our backs, three days should suffice."
"I understand," Soren acknowledged, nodding. "Then, we will take on the abyss after that preparation."
"We could attempt a partial run," Nalia conceded thoughtfully. "The experience gained would definitely aid in tackling the fourth layer of the Verdant Labyrinth and the second layer of the Thunderous Citadel more swiftly. But to reach the specific floor we''re targeting requires that much time and preparation."
Changing the topic abruptly, Nalia inquired, "But let''s set aside the abyss for now. Are the sacrifices prepared for the ritual?"
Soren swallowed, a hint of unease in his voice as he confirmed, "Yes, they are ready, my lady."
"Excellent," Nalia''s smile was one of satisfaction. "Then we shall commence immediately."
"Are we heading to that chamber again?" Ragnor''s tone held clear distaste. "I really don''t like that place. It''s repulsive."
"If you prefer, you may abstain from attending," Nalia replied with an indifferent shrug, then turned to address the group. "Now, let''s cease the dawdling and proceed."
Accompanied by long, heavy sighs from both Soren and Ragnor, the trio navigated their way through the bustling streets of the city. They traversed the inner wall, eventually arriving at the imposing edifice of the Strongheart Manor.
Their entrance through the manor''s backdoor went unchallenged. The guards stationed there merely bowed in silent acknowledgment as the trio passed, a testament to their familiarity or the trio''s authority.
Inside the manor, a stark contrast awaited them. The opulence of the manor gave way to a dungeon, its atmosphere laden with despair. The cells were filled with captives ¡ª children''s cries and women''s wails echoing off the stone walls. As they walked past, men clung to the bars, their pleas for freedom filled with desperation.
Nalia and Ragnor moved through this corridor of misery without a second glance, their focus unwavering. Soren, however, found himself casting furtive, pained looks at the prisoners, his lips pressed tightly together in a silent struggle with his conscience.
The dungeon led them to a grand chamber, a place where the air itself seemed thick with dark, arcane energy. At its heart stood a grotesque entity ¡ª an amalgamation of flesh and otherworldly power. It was a creature of incomplete form, faceless yet bearing thousands of visages upon its twisted flesh. These faces, marked by expressions of grief, anger, and despair, were trapped in eternal silence, unable to scream.
Nalia looked upon this aberration with a smile of grim satisfaction. "There it is," she declared, her voice tinged with a chilling anticipation. "Our dear contingency plan."
Interlude 11 Part 2
Soren¡¯s POV
The Next Day
Soren awoke, his chest constricted in a tight vice of anxiety. Sleep had eluded him, his rest shattered by relentless nightmares that now clung to his waking thoughts. He lay there, suffocating under the weight of the previous day''s horrors. The images of countless souls ensnared by those otherworldly abominations haunted him, denying him even the slightest solace of sleep.
Where did it all go wrong? The question churned bitterly in his mind as he thought of Nalia. Something had changed in her a few weeks prior, a transformation that initially filled him with elation. Her newfound ability to swell their ranks rapidly had been a godsend, as she deftly multiplied their subordinates and seamlessly wove them into every stratum of Locksley''s hierarchy.
But with the onset of the apocalypse, the seeds of doubt began to sprout. Soren''s unease grew as they amassed hundreds, then thousands of ordinary civilians to their cause at an unnaturally brisk pace. A mere word from Nalia, and they pledged allegiance, eagerly accepting her promises of power.
Though Nalia remained tight-lipped, Soren was certain this influence stemmed from some newfound power she wielded. It troubled him, yet the dire straits of the apocalypse made such concerns secondary. Survival was paramount.
But the raid on the Monster Village marked a turning point. Nalia''s initial plan seemed straightforward: claim the territory, eradicate the surrounding threats. What she hadn''t anticipated was stumbling upon a flourishing village, its very existence throwing their plans into disarray.
When Nalia commanded the main party to evacuate the village, leaving the newly recruited civilians behind, Soren''s eyes were opened to her true intentions. It became chillingly clear that these civilians were never meant to be part of their ranks. From the outset, they were mere pawns, sacrificial lambs to satiate her burgeoning power.
It''s like she''s become an entirely different person, Soren thought, biting his lip in turmoil. I must confront her. I need to grasp the full extent of what''s happening.
After dressing, he carefully masked his emotions and stepped out of his room. The corridors of their stronghold bustled with subordinates, each absorbed in their duties, preparing for the day ahead. Soren knew he had to maintain his composure; showing any hint of weakness was not an option.
Navigating the labyrinthine underground passages, he arrived at a secluded section, a place their followers seldom dared to tread. Standing before Nalia''s door, Soren steeled himself before knocking. "My lady, are you awake?"
A brief silence ensued before Nalia''s voice invited him in. "Come in, Soren, I am ready."
As he entered, Soren observed Nalia gazing into her mirror, her expression vacant. A flicker of fear momentarily disturbed her eyes, swiftly replaced by a practiced smile.
She turned to face him, her tone casual. "How are the negotiations with the nobility progressing?"
"The Callfields have pledged their full support, while the Bloodsworths remain indecisive," Soren reported, his professionalism unflinching. "They''re biding their time, assessing the situation."
"Then make the stakes clear to them," Nalia responded with a light chuckle. "They need to comprehend the magnitude of power they''re contending with."
Soren arched an eyebrow. "Should I send Ragnor to handle that?"
"No, no. Ragnor''s too impulsive for this task," Nalia replied, shaking her head dismissively. "I want you to take charge of it. I trust your judgment and your ability to wield your power effectively."
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"I understand," Soren nodded, his resolve firm. "I assure you, I won''t let you down."
"I have no doubt about that," Nalia said with a chuckle. "But what of the Lord of the Stronghearts? His faltering now could pose a significant setback to our plans."
"I''ve been working on him tirelessly this past week," Soren replied with a sigh. "I have a meeting arranged with him this morning to reinforce the gravity of his commitment."
"You''re always so reliable," Nalia complimented, rising from her seat, her posture indicating she was about to leave.
"M-my lady," Soren hesitated, reaching out to stop her.
Nalia turned, her expression one of mild surprise. "What''s the matter, Soren? Is something troubling you?"
As Soren struggled for words, Nalia deduced, "This is about yesterday, isn''t it? I admit, I exposed you to a very ugly thing."
"It''s not just about yesterday," Soren said, shaking his head. "It''s... everything. Don''t get me wrong, I''m not naive. I understand the necessity of taking lives, be it monsters or humans, for our cause. But this level of cruelty¡ it''s all becoming too overwhelming."
"I understand," Nalia replied, her voice softening, a smile gracing her lips. "It''s normal to feel that way; it''s part of being human. But you see, you haven''t experienced what I have, haven''t felt what I''ve endured."
"Then share it with me," Soren implored, his voice tinged with desperation. "I need to understand. We''ve been together since our days in the sewers; surely you can confide in me."
Nalia tilted her head, her hand gently caressing Soren''s cheek. In a low voice, she confessed, "I''m sorry, my dear Soren, but I can''t. This burden is mine alone." She sighed, her gaze softening. "Just remember, everything I do is for us. In this world, we only have each other. That''s been our truth since we were children, hasn''t it?"
Looking into Nalia''s verdant eyes, Soren noticed a hint of moisture, stirring a deep empathy within him. He nodded, understanding yet burdened. "I know," he murmured, releasing a breath he hadn''t realized he was holding. "But you must promise to reveal the whole truth to me one day."
"I promise," Nalia affirmed, her expression sincere. "And it will be sooner than you expect."
A light laugh escaped Soren, a sense of relief loosening the tightness in his chest. "That''s all I needed to hear. Until then, I''ll embrace any role necessary, even if it means becoming a devil."
"The role of the devil is mine," Nalia quipped with a chuckle. She stroked her chin, adopting a contemplative air. "As for you, perhaps ''the devil''s grand secretary'' suits you best."
Soren joined in the laughter. "It seems we''re indeed crafting our own inferno here on earth," he joked. Then, gathering himself, he excused himself. "Now, I must meet with Lord Johannes."
"Go," Nalia nodded, her demeanor back to business. "I''m expecting positive news."
Soren left Nalia¡¯s quarters, his mind a whirl of thoughts and emotions. He traversed the labyrinthine tunnels beneath the ground, emerging twenty minutes later into the heart of the internal citadel. Shrouded from head to toe in a cloak, he moved stealthily through the city''s alleys and backstreets, finally arriving at the Strongheart Manor.
There, he lingered discreetly for hours, observing Oswald, the young master of the house. Despite Oswald''s innocence and lack of suspicion, Soren maintained a cautious distance. With the youth''s close ties to Tristan and the ruling Ravenwood house, Soren knew that Oswald could become a formidable adversary. Any interaction was a risk, potentially revealing their machinations.
Once Oswald departed, Soren seized the opportunity to slip into the mansion through a back entrance. He navigated the corridors with purpose, making his way to Lord Johannes¡¯s room.
Upon his arrival, Lord Johannes addressed him without a preamble. "So, you''ve come at last. I presume we''re here to finalize our plans."
"The objectives are clear," Soren replied, settling into a chair adjacent to Lord Johannes''s study. "Once the Ravenwood family falls from power, you must be ready to ascend. This has been your ambition, hasn''t it? Rest assured, the support of the other noble houses is secured; we''ve seen to that."
Johannes''s expression grew contemplative, a mix of ambition and resignation in his eyes. "Indeed, ruling Locksley has always been my dream," he admitted, his voice heavy with a sigh. He then fixed a pointed gaze on Soren, his eyes betraying a tinge of bitterness. "However, I never envisioned achieving this dream while being manipulated from the shadows."
Soren''s response came with a light, almost mocking chuckle. "Consider it a necessary evil for the greater good. Think of it as your moral obligation to the citizens. With you at the helm, you''ll be shielding them from a far more gruesome fate. They''ll be spared from a reign of terror beyond their wildest nightmares."
Chapter 141: One Foot in
As Thorian awoke, the first sensation that washed over him was a profound sigh that seemed to escape his very soul. So today is the day, he mused silently, a heavy weight settling in his chest, the day we challenge that monstrous dungeon. I just hope no one perishes under my watch.
Memories of E?rendil''s horrors crept into Thorian''s mind, vivid and daunting. He had faced this dungeon in a past life, yet the version that had tested his limits back then was merely a shadow of its true, uncorrupted self. William, lord of Raven''s Nest during that era, had once shared tales of staggering losses they endured while battling the dungeon in its full, tainted state. The version Thorian had conquered was significantly more benign, a stark contrast to the nightmarish accounts he had heard.
But that fool never disclosed the true extent of what he encountered, Thorian reflected with a tinge of bitterness. And the version I cleared? It was mere child''s play - just a handful of monsters and a final, arduous showdown against one of the elves.
With another sigh, Thorian rose from his bed, bracing himself for the day ahead. There was no respite for a lord; he needed to maintain constant vigilance and peak efficiency.
Stepping outside his dwelling, Thorian found Harald asleep by the door. His companion had grown so large that navigating the entrance had become a daily ordeal. Eventually, Harald opted to slumber outdoors rather than endure the struggle of squeezing through the doorway.
"These houses were clearly not designed with our needs in mind," Thorian muttered, clicking his tongue in mild frustration as he surveyed the village. "In fact, none of these structures were."
Shaking his head to dispel these thoughts, Thorian concluded, This issue will likely be resolved once we advance to the town stage and gain greater control over these structures.
As he made his way to the usual meeting spot with Alacritas, Thorian felt a wave of relief wash over him at the sight of the silver assassin already waiting. "It''s good to see you here, Alacritas," he greeted, his face breaking into a rare smile.
Alacritas, ever the embodiment of solemnity, offered a slight bow. "The pleasure is mine, my lord," he responded with customary formality.
Thorian took a moment to carefully choose his words before delivering his instructions. "Today, I want you to refrain from any deep investigations. Given our agreement with Nalia, she should be cautious about crossing you. However, avoid her base and abstain from spying on the Lord, as she has dealings with him. Instead, focus on the other key players: the merchant lady, the nobles, and William''s family."
Alacritas, stroking his chin thoughtfully, countered, "But my lord, it seems apparent that the lady harbors bad intentions towards Locksley''s lord. Would it be prudent to give her free rein without surveillance?"
Thorian exhaled a weary sigh. "The issue is that she can track you with relative ease. If I''m reading her correctly, she''ll likely bide her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike you down and do with William as she pleases. Then, she would likely launch an assault on us while we remain oblivious."
Upon hearing Thorian''s analysis, a visible change swept over Alacritas''s face, his expression twisting in self-reproach as he swallowed hard. "I am truly sorry, my lord, for my inadequacies."
"No, under any other circumstances, your efforts would have been exemplary," Thorian reassured, shaking his head, inwardly chastising himself for inadvertently causing distress. "It''s just that our current adversary is exceptionally cunning and powerful. The resources at her disposal are both vast and enigmatic."
"Still, I wish I could contribute more," Alacritas admitted, his teeth gritted in frustration, his hand clenched tightly.
Thorian offered a gentle smile to the silver assassin, opting to steer the conversation in a new direction. "Tell me, how has your progression been? What level have you achieved?"
Caught off guard by the sudden inquiry, Alacritas paused to consult his status window before replying. "I am currently at level 28 in my race and 25 in my class."
"That''s commendable," Thorian nodded approvingly. "Perhaps you should spend some time in the abyss during today''s expedition. It could aid in reaching the threshold for evolution."
Alacritas''s brow furrowed in concern. "But my lord, wouldn''t that detract from my scouting responsibilities?"
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Thorian shook his head, offering a different perspective. "Being overly concerned with small details at the expense of greater gains is shortsighted. While scouting provides us with valuable intelligence, your personal growth and strength are paramount. All the information in the world is futile if we lack the strength to act on it."
Alacritas pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement. "I will heed your advice, lord. My team and I will take on the abyss today."
"I eagerly anticipate your evolution," Thorian said, patting Alacritas''s shoulder encouragingly.
"Then I shall leave you to your responsibilities, my lord." With those final words, Alacritas vanished, leaving no trace of his presence behind.
"He really isn''t fond of socializing, is he?" Thorian chuckled to himself, watching as the silver assassin disappeared.
With that, he set off towards the Village Hall. After collecting his daily quests, Thorian made his way to the Cultivation Hall. Meditating for two and a half hours had become an unexpectedly enjoyable part of his routine. It was one of those rare moments where he could sit back, free from the burdens of kingdom management and the looming shadow of threats. His only focus was the rhythmic inhalation of ether, transforming it into Qi within his dantian.
Following his meditation session, nestled in his now snug wooden tub, Thorian decided to assess his progress.
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Sixth Stage (89.3%) |
''So, I will be reaching the seventh stage tomorrow?'' he thought, pleased with his advancement. His mind wandered to the stages beyond "Qi Gathering." I''m approaching the threshold of the Foundation Realm. I''ll need to prepare for the tribulation accompanying that transition.
Yet, such considerations seemed a bit premature. Shaking his head to clear these thoughts, Thorian carefully rose from the wooden tub, mindful not to damage it.
Glancing back at his wooden tub, Thorian''s brow arched in sudden realization. How in the world would Zogarth fit in now, especially after his evolution? We definitely need larger tubs.
This thought led him to a broader reflection. Lately, the issue of size seemed increasingly prevalent in every aspect of their lives. ''Adapting to being a monster is indeed challenging. The entire territorial system seems designed with humans in mind, so it''s unreasonable to expect it to cater to our unique needs.''
After tidying up the tub and himself, as had become his routine, Thorian made his way to the village hall. There, he found Zogarth standing befuddled at the gate, while Forlune was doubled over with laughter.
The cause of the commotion was unmistakable: Zogarth could no longer fit through the Village Hall''s doorway.
Suppressing the urge to chuckle, Thorian approached the pair with a measured expression. "It appears we have a situation," he remarked dryly.
"Oh, indeed we do," Forlune managed between laughs, wiping away tears of mirth. "I knew Zogarth had grown, but never imagined he''d be too large for the door! This will be a tale for the ages."
"Enough, Forlune," Zogarth snapped, his teeth clenched in embarrassment. "This is humiliating enough without you making a spectacle of it."
Seeking to shift the conversation, Thorian asked Zogarth, "Can you still register and claim quests?"
Zogarth nodded, a hint of relief in his expression. "Melina has been accommodating, handling all of that for me so I don''t have to squeeze in here."
"Good, then the situation isn''t entirely dire," Thorian replied, before posing another query. "And what of the Cultivation Hall?"
"I''ve spoken with the elders," Zogarth informed. "I''m unable to use the rooms for cultivation, but the corridor is spacious enough, thanks to the larger main gate."
Thorian rubbed his head, contemplating the implications. "This is going to present quite a challenge."
"It already is," Forlune interjected, barely suppressing another laugh. "A general who can''t enter any village building ¨C you couldn''t have thought of a better joke even if you tried."
Zogarth shot a glare at Forlune, then exhaled a resigned sigh. "I am truly sorry, my lord. Perhaps I should have chosen a different evolution. This is quite embarrassing."
"Alright, we''ll conduct our meeting outdoors today," Thorian interjected, keen to lift the spirits before they dampened further. "As for your size, don''t fret. After our next upgrade, the buildings will expand to accommodate you."
"Really?" Zogarth''s eyes brightened with renewed hope. "I am relieved to hear that."
"Anyway, we don''t have much to discuss, so it''ll be a brief meeting," Thorian continued. "I''ll just collect my rewards for the cultivation quest and then join you in the outer region. Inform everyone on the council to gather there and establish a private perimeter."
"I shall heed your instructions," Zogarth affirmed, departing with Forlune, who was still fighting back his mirth.
Shaking his head in mild amusement, Thorian entered the Village Hall, where Melina greeted him. After receiving his quest rewards, Melina queried, "My lord, are you planning to venture into E?rendil today?"
"Yes, I am," Thorian confirmed with a nod. "Do you have any advice that might aid me?"
Melina paused, her expression turning solemn. After a moment, she nodded. "I do." Leaning in closer, she spoke in a grave tone, "The moment you encounter the spirits, my lord, run as swiftly as you can."
Chapter 142: The Worldunder
"The moment you encounter the spirits, my lord, run as swiftly as you can."
Thorian''s eyebrows furrowed at Melina''s warning. So it was the spirit elves. I understand now why William struggled so greatly.
"Thank you for the warning, Melina," Thorian said, offering a slight bow. "I will heed your advice closely."
Melina returned Thorian''s nod, her expression grave, before he departed from the Village Hall. Venturing towards the village''s outer region, he found the landscape rather empty. Sparse buildings dotted the area, interspersed with rolling hills, small cliffs, and dirty ponds. This part seemed more an extension of nature than a segment of the village.
After a short walk, Thorian spotted their designated rendezvous point, marked by Zogarth''s towering frame ¨C an unmistakable presence.
As Thorian approached his council, Zogarth turned and greeted him. "My lord, you''ve arrived."
Just as Zogarth began to rise, Thorian gestured for him to remain relaxed. He then settled onto a protruding rock amongst his council members.
"Today''s meeting will be brief," Thorian began. "The routine matters of the dungeons and the abyss are already known to you all; there''s no need for repetition."
He leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Our primary focus is the E?rendil dungeon and selecting the men who will join me in this challenge." His gaze swept across the council. "This dungeon poses great peril, and only those with strength at least equal to Aqua''s may consider entering."
Hearing those words, Ventus laughed. "Then my place in the party is assured."
Lapis and Vivax, on the other hand, wore expressions of disappointment, mirrored in a more subdued manner by the three elders.
Thorian turned to face the lightning kobold. "Ventus, what are the overall stats of your direwolf? I''m particularly interested in her agility."
Ventus paused to consult his partner''s status window before answering. "Her stats generally hover around 90, with mana being very low, but her agility is at 103."
Thorian sighed and shook his head. "That''s not fast enough. She can''t join us." He then addressed the entire council. "In fact, I would advise against bringing any direwolf, except for my partner Harald. That is if you value their lives."
A wave of shock washed over the room, followed by a dawning realization. This was not like their previous dungeon explorations, with their relative safety. This was an entirely different challenge.
"King, just how perilous is this dungeon?" Forlune inquired, his eyebrow arching. "It''s rare to see you this serious, except in dealings with Nalia."
"It''s exceedingly dangerous," Thorian replied. "But remember, our aim is not to conquer it, but to purify Amelia''s shrine and secure her tear. That is our sole objective."
"That sounds reasonably straightforward," Forlune remarked. "But where does the danger lie? Are the creatures in this dungeon this obscenely powerful?"
"They''re not mere creatures; they''re elves," Thorian corrected, shaking his head. "If a spirit materializes beside you, run away as quickly as you can. Otherwise, you might find a two-meter-long arrow impaling you in an instant."
"So, we are dealing with archers," Elder Oom surmised. "But what is the extent of their power?"
"Their strength is difficult to convey without firsthand experience," Thorian replied. "But consider their attacks to be more lethal than even my most potent spells. That is the level of adversaries we face."
With Thorian''s explanation, a heavy silence fell over the meeting. The clarity of the situation left little room for doubt; everyone understood their own strengths and limitations well.
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Exhaling deeply, Thorian brought the meeting to a close. "This meeting is adjourned. Aside from those here who meet the requirements, Saxum, Jarfin, and Harald will join me in challenging E?rendil. For now, I leave you to your respective duties."
With these words, the council members dispersed, each embarking on their tasks. Wasting no time, Thorian departed the village for the dungeons. Following his routine of the past few days, he briskly navigated through the layers of the Verdant Labyrinth and the Thunderous Citadel. He seized every opportunity to practice the two skills he had yet to master: Earth Spikes and Water Prison.
Upon completing his expedition and returning to the village, Thorian decided to review his progress with these two skills.
| Water Prison |
| Description |
This advanced skill conjures a sphere of water around a targeted enemy, trapping them inside. The water prison restricts movement and breathing, causing continuous water damage over time. The skill requires concentration to maintain. |
| Proficiency |
89.2% |
| Earth Spikes |
| Description |
This potent ability allows the mage to summon sharp, jagged spikes of rock from the ground at a targeted area. The spikes impale enemies, causing significant earth damage and potentially immobilizing them momentarily. The spikes retract into the ground shortly after emerging. |
| Proficiency |
89.2% |
I''m nearing full mastery, Thorian reflected. Tomorrow will be the day.
Satisfied with his improvement, Thorian closed his status window as he neared the gates of Wolvendale. Glancing skyward, he noticed the twin suns hadn''t yet reached their zenith.
I''m becoming swifter and more efficient each day, he thought, a smile playing on his lips. He proceeded to the Village Hall to collect his daily quests, then to the magus guild to register his class quests.
Next, Thorian headed to the meeting room in the Village Hall. There, he honed his elemental control and bodily mana enhancements, making the most of his time while waiting for his main party to assemble.
Engrossed in manipulating four miniature fireballs dancing on his fingertips, Thorian was interrupted by Vigil''s entrance. "My lord, I was certain I''d find you here."
Thorian extinguished his spell and rose from his chair, looking expectantly at Vigil. "Tell me, how was your progress?"
"I have advanced my class, my lord," Vigil replied, a proud smile on his face. "I am now a Bishop of the Goddess Rae."
A smile tugged at Thorian''s lips, which he concealed with his hand as he looked down. Closing his eyes, he thought, The time has come, Nox. Everything is aligned, and I will not let you down.
Returning Vigil''s gaze, Thorian''s face lit up with pride. "Congratulations, you''ve done remarkably well."
"Thank you, my lord," Vigil responded with a respectful nod. "Regarding Nox, my ultimate spell might indeed prove beneficial."
Intrigued, Thorian inquired, "And what might that be?"
"It''s called Rae¡¯s Last Hope," Vigil explained. "It¡¯s my most formidable skill, usable only once per month. It harnesses the goddess''s power to bring anyone back from the brink of death. No matter the severity of the injury, this skill can restore the body to its prime condition."
"That is excellent news," Thorian said, scratching his forehead in a mix of relief and joy. "Today, we finally heal Nox. He has waited long enough."
"We will," affirmed Vigil. "Aqua, Forlune, and Zogarth have also reached new heights in their abilities. Now that they have advanced their classes, their power is truly formidable."
"Then it appears we''re all prepared," Thorian said, smiling broadly. "Let''s not delay any further."
With that, Thorian and Vigil left the Village Hall. Outside, they were greeted by the main party, poised and ready for instructions.
"Have you all completed the second quest in the chain from Melina?" Thorian asked, ensuring everything was in order.
"Yes, my lord," Zogarth confirmed. "We have."
The collective nods from the party reassured Thorian. He then issued the command they had all been anticipating. "Then let''s move."
The group set off, venturing through the forest toward the now-purified gate of E?rendil¡¯s sanctuary. Mounted atop Harald, it took them no more than fifteen minutes to reach their destination.
Thorian, turning to his team with a grave expression, reminded them of their mission. "I know everyone is eager about this new dungeon, but remember our primary objective." His voice lowered with seriousness. "Our aim is not to conquer the dungeon or defeat our foes, but to simply survive."
Chapter 143: Intoxicating Corrosion
Taking a deep breath, Thorian stepped towards the portal gate when a notification abruptly halted him.
| Warning: You are about to step into a corrupted dungeon. Are you sure you want to enter? |
Nodding, Thorian responded internally, Yes, I am.
With determination, the group of ten ventured into the portal. Emerging on the other side, they found themselves in a forest vastly different from Sherwood. While Sherwood possessed a mystic charm despite its dangers, this forest exuded sheer horror. The trees stretched abnormally tall, their leaves a sinister, dark shade of blood. The ground was an ominous black, marred with streaks of crimson and dark green.
¡°This is truly an ominous place,¡± Vigil whispered, his voice tinged with unease. ¡°The corruption has spread too far.¡±
¡°Be on your guard,¡± Thorian commanded, his gaze scanning the surroundings. ¡°We don¡¯t know where our enemies might be lurking.¡±
Simultaneously, Saxum, who had evolved into a Sand Kobold Sorcerer, approached Thorian. ¡°My king, my evolution has granted me a new skill: Seismic Scanning. It provides a general layout of the land within a kilometer radius.¡±
Thorian¡¯s eyebrows lifted in intrigue. ¡°That''s a valuable skill. Please use it; it could aid us in locating the shrine.¡±
Acknowledging Thorian¡¯s instruction, Saxum sat down, placing his palm against the cold, dark earth. Circular pulses radiated from his hand, spreading in a wide arc around them.
After a few tense seconds, Saxum shook his head in frustration. "I can''t locate the shrine, but I did sense a plethora of monsters scattered throughout the forest." He suddenly turned to his right, his eyes narrowing. "One of them is right there."
As if responding to his words, a thunderous roar shattered the eerie silence, and trees toppled in the distance as the creature Saxum sensed bulldozed through them.
"It¡¯s making far too much noise," Thorian muttered with a click of his tongue, swiftly advancing towards the source of the commotion. As he closed in, the creature¡¯s formidable form became visible. It was a massive bear, towering at ten meters, its expression one of wild frenzy. Its pupils were unnervingly rolled back, and foam frothed at its mouth. Dark, branch-like appendages sprouted grotesquely all over its body.
Elemental Embodiment: Wind, Thorian thought, raising his emberstrike cane high. Greater Gale Slash.
With a powerful vertical swing, he unleashed his spell. The wind slash sliced through the air, cleaving the monstrous bear before it could even reach him. The creature collapsed, unable to emit a final cry, as blood and gore painted the forest floor.
¡°I thought our target was supposed to be elves,¡± Forlune remarked, rushing to Thorian¡¯s side. He eyed the bear¡¯s carcass with evident revulsion. ¡°What in the world is this thing?¡±
¡°A beast corrupted by the forest¡¯s malevolence,¡± Thorian replied, observing the dark and red corruption consuming the bear¡¯s lifeless form. ¡°These creatures are not our primary adversaries; they''re just unfortunate beasts caught in the crossfire.¡±
Turning to the group, he commanded, ¡°We can¡¯t afford to dally. This bear has compromised our location; we need to move swiftly.¡±
At his command, the group nodded in unison. Without hesitation, Thorian chose the eastern direction and confidently led his party onward.
If memory serves, the ruins of the shrine from my past encounter were to the east. The exact location, however, remains unclear, Thorian reflected, glancing at Saxum. But with his abilities, as long as we''re headed in the right direction, we should be able to pinpoint our destination.
With Thorian at the forefront, the group advanced, their movements swift and coordinated. Given Harald¡¯s superior agility, Thorian opted to ride his partner as they navigated the dense forest terrain.
Corrupted creatures¡ªwolves, bears, and bobcats, all twisted echoes of their natural forms¡ªlaunched relentless attacks. Yet, none could breach the defenses of Zogarth. Towering and formidable, Zogarth wielded his battle axe with lethal precision, felling any beast that dared to cross their path.
As they neared a clearing, Thorian signaled for the party to halt. Turning to Saxum, he instructed, ¡°Use your scouting ability once more.¡±
Saxum complied, sitting down to concentrate on his ability. Moments later, he looked up, shaking his head in disappointment. ¡°Still nothing.¡±
Clicking his tongue in frustration, Thorian sighed heavily. ¡°We must press on. Our search continues.¡±
With those words, the party stepped into the clearing. Suddenly, Thorian felt a gut-wrenching sensation, as if his heart had plummeted. Trusting his instincts, he looked north, simultaneously activating both Predator¡¯s Gaze and Elemental Sight.
Deep within the dense, corrupted woods, Thorian''s enhanced vision caught a brief glimmer of mana. It originated from over five kilometers away, but he instantly recognized the imminent danger.
Quickly calculating the trajectory of the incoming projectile, Thorian whirled around, his eyes locking onto its intended target¡ªAqua, the ice kobold sorcerer. Aqua stood momentarily paralyzed, his gaze fixed on the direction of the impending attack.
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¡°Run!¡± Thorian bellowed as he dashed towards Aqua. In a split second, he infused his palm with mana and forcefully pushed Aqua out of harm''s way. The arrow whizzed past, grazing Thorian and leaving a deep gash across his chest.
Boom!
The projectile struck the ground beside Thorian with explosive force, obliterating a quarter of the clearing in an instant. A billowing cloud of dust soared into the sky, while fragments of earth were hurled in all directions.
Wincing in pain from his injury, Thorian issued an urgent command without a moment''s hesitation. ¡°Run! Don¡¯t stop, just run!¡±
At his order, the party sprinted across the clearing. Harald, in a swift motion, scooped up Thorian with his mouth and gently placed him onto his back. Transforming into his formidable bestial form, Harald telepathically cautioned Thorian, ¡°Brace yourself. I¡¯m about to accelerate.¡±
Harald''s paws glowed with a mana infusion, propelling him at astonishing speed towards the opposite end of the clearing to regroup with their companions.
Wasting no time, Thorian invoked a spell to conceal their tracks. Mist Veil, he thought, a shroud of mist enveloping their escape, masking their presence from any pursuers.
The scorching mist enveloped their surroundings, providing much-needed concealment. Seizing these precious seconds, Thorian swiftly issued commands to his team. "Use every defensive ability you have. Spare no mana!"
Aqua, understanding the gravity of the situation, quickly enveloped each member in dual layers of protection¡ªa water shield and an ice shield. Saxum followed suit, fortifying them with a rocky shield. Vigil, not to be outdone, enhanced his teammates'' agility and constitution, his powers manifesting as golden and silver flares.
Thorian, determined to contribute, invoked his own defense. Lord¡¯s Aegis: Elemental Guard. A massive magical circle materialized around his party, dissipating to leave only a golden ring. This deceptively frail-looking barrier was, in truth, incredibly potent. However, Thorian knew their adversary was a force even more formidable.
As Thorian tirelessly sustained Mist Veil to maintain their cover, a minuscule fire entity, no larger than a fist, materialized beside him. It returned his gaze with a sinister leer, its mouth brimming with hundreds of teeth, evoking the visage of the devil himself.
¡°Take cover!¡± Thorian commanded urgently. ¡°Raise any blocking spells you have!¡±
Aqua, visibly unnerved by the spirit, nodded in response to Thorian''s order. With a deft flick of his finger, he conjured a massive ice barrier from the ground, intending to shield them.
Realizing the need for additional defenses, Thorian quickly erected an Earth Wall to bolster their protection.
Yet, despite their efforts, the defenses proved insufficient. With a thunderous boom, a fiery bolt obliterated their protective spells in an instant, surging menacingly towards Thorian¡¯s party.
Elemental Embodiment: Flames. Determined to counter the onslaught, Thorian raised his staff, channeling his formidable magic. Fire Stream!
A brilliant burst of flame erupted, colliding with the incoming fire bolt. Thorian''s fire stream surged forth, battling against the now-weakened fiery onslaught. Despite its ferocity, it struggled, gradually losing ground to the overwhelming firepower of the spirit elf''s attack.
"I¡¯ll help you!" Aqua, resolved to contribute, raised his staff. An ice bolt of unprecedented size materialized in front of the blue kobold, whirling with dizzying speed.
Ventus, not to be outdone, took out his stormcaller¡¯s rod, conjuring a fire arrow. The two elemental spells, along with Thorian''s waning fire stream, converged on their target. This cataclysmic clash of elements finally tipped the scales in their favor.
As the spirit elf''s fiery bolt disintegrated, Thorian wasted no time in celebration, turning immediately to Saxum. ¡°Check again!¡±
Obedient to his lord''s command, Saxum employed his spell once more. This time, his face lit up with hope as he reported back to Thorian. ¡°I found it! It¡¯s to the south!¡±
¡°Then let¡¯s move!¡± At Thorian¡¯s directive, Harald swiftly picked up Saxum, Aqua, and Vigil, the slower members of their party, and bolted through the forest. Taking the lead with great speed, Harald set the pace, while the rest of the team followed, running as fast as they could.
Gazing upwards, Thorian''s pupils dilated in alarm. The sky, which had been clear just moments before, was now teeming with hundreds of arrows, each a meter in length.
¡°Take cover!¡± he bellowed.
Forlune and Zogarth sprang into action to intercept the deadly volley, their bodies aglow with vibrant auras. Zogarth let out a thunderous roar, his battle axe cleaving through the arrows, sending bursts of flying aura with each powerful slash.
Forlune, equally formidable, unleashed his spells upon the onslaught, his sword shimmering with silvery and golden auras as he sliced through the projectiles.
Despite their valiant efforts, the barrage was relentless and overwhelming. Each arrow''s impact eroded their protective layers¡ªice, rock, and water shields alike crumbled under the assault.
But then, the arrows met the two generals¡¯ last line of defense¡ªElemental Guard. They began to deflect, sparing Forlune and Zogarth from injury, causing only winces from the force of the impact.
Bolstered by this turn of events, the two warriors'' spirits soared. They redoubled their efforts, vigorously slashing and obliterating the incoming arrows. They ceased only when the rain of projectiles finally abated.
While numerous, these arrows lacked the potency of the previous attack that Thorian, Aqua, and Ventus had countered. Having neutralized the threat, the two generals quickly regrouped with Thorian, expending every ounce of their aura to hasten their return.
Within a minute, the party reached their long-sought destination. The ruins of the shrine lay before them, a sight offering both hope and relief.
"Keep running!" Thorian''s voice rang out, cutting through the brief lull in his team''s urgency. He knew all too well that danger still lurked at every turn.
As if responding to his concerns, a new threat emerged. From beneath the ground, a colossal behemoth appeared, a grotesque fusion of a treant and a bear, dwarfing the size of their previous encounter.
Without hesitation, Thorian turned to Zarjin, the lightning goblin champion. "Destroy that monstrosity swiftly! Clear our path!"
Zarjin, radiating with a yellow lightning aura, charged towards the treant bear, his spear poised for a decisive strike.
Simultaneously, Thorian detected another imminent danger. From the north, the whoosh of an incoming attack caught his attention. Utilizing his Elemental Sight, he spotted the spirit elf''s fiery bolt, pulsating with intense mana.
"Ventus! Enter the shrine and purify the crystal of its corruption!" Thorian commanded. He promptly raised an Earth Wall, while Aqua and Saxum supplemented his efforts with an Ice Barrier and another Earth Wall.
Meanwhile, Ventus¡¯s form blazed with blue lightning energy. In a barely perceptible flash, he darted into the shrine, evading the treant bear. His figure was a mere flicker of lightning as he sped past the formidable creature.
Chapter 144: Guerilla in corruption
As Thorian erected his earth wall, flanked by Aqua and Saxum, he was acutely aware that these fortifications were merely a temporary impediment to their relentless foe. Gripping his staff more firmly, he braced himself to unleash the Fire Stream once more.
Just then, Zogarth stepped forward, his figure radiating an aura of unprecedented power. A fierce amalgam of black and red energy swirled around him, clawing its way towards the heavens.
Similarly, Forlune advanced, a light purple aura shimmering around his entire being. "Leave this one to us, my lord," he declared, unsheathing his sword with a determined flourish. The blade absorbed the purple aura, glowing with a formidable intensity.
Zogarth, too, channeled all of his red and black aura into his battleaxe, the weapon thrumming with deadly anticipation.
As the spirit elf''s fiery bolt shattered their defenses, the two generals steeled themselves. With a thunderous battle cry, they soared into the sky, a blur of motion and color, to confront the onslaught head-on.
Their blades, a fusion of purple, black, and red, cleaved through the air, leaving an X-shaped trail of aura in their wake. They collided with the fiery bolt, unleashing a shockwave that rippled through the air, forcing Thorian to shield his eyes from the gust.
These are new skills, Thorian realized, his gaze fixed on his two generals with a mixture of admiration and awe. The fruits of their class advancement, no doubt.
As the remnants of the spirit elf''s attack fizzled out, Zogarth and Forlune descended gracefully back to earth, making their way to rejoin Thorian and the rest of their party.
At the same moment, a grand magical circle began to emerge from the depths of the shrine, gradually enveloping everyone within its bounds. From its epicenter, a dome-like barrier of magic materialized, encasing the group in its protective embrace.
"He''s succeeded," Thorian said with a chuckle, turning to see Ventus emerging from the shrine. In his grasp was an odd purple octopus, its mouth brimming with an unnervingly large number of teeth.
"This creature is disgusting," Ventus muttered, disdain evident in his voice. He then released a small but potent lightning bolt upon the octopus. Afterward, he faced Thorian with a look of confusion. "So, are we finally done?"
Thorian''s gaze shifted to Zarjin, who had just vanquished the treant bear, before he released a sigh, heavy with relief. "Yes, you''ve successfully raised the barrier. We''re now safe."
Upon hearing Thorian''s affirmation, both Aqua and Vigil collapsed to the ground, each letting out a deep, exhausted breath. "At last," Aqua exhaled. "I can''t remember a time when I''ve been more terrified."
"You''re not alone," Vigil said, laughing lightly. "Those attacks were unnaturally powerful."
Forlune nodded in agreement. "Indeed, those spirit elves posed a formidable challenge." He puffed out his chest with a prideful chuckle. "But even so, we emerged victorious."
Thorian, however, shook his head slightly. "I believe there''s a misunderstanding here. We were only facing a single spirit elf."
Both Forlune and Zogarth stared at Thorian, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and astonishment. "But, my lord, that volley of arrows... Surely a single spirit elf couldn''t have launched so many simultaneously?" Zogarth questioned, seeking clarification.
Thorian responded with a wry smile, his tone carrying a hint of admiration for their foe. "It''s hard to comprehend without witnessing it yourself. Their bows are not only exceptionally large, but their speed is also simply otherworldly."
Vigil, speaking in a soft, reassuring tone, interjected, "Yet, we accomplished our objective. In the end, isn''t that what truly counts?"
"That is indeed true," Thorian concurred, his smile broadening as he surveyed the wreckage of the shrine. "Now, let''s secure the tear we came here to obtain."
With a stride that mixed confidence with a trace of impatience, Thorian entered the shrine. At the heart of the decimated grand hall, an altar stood, above which hovered a blood-red crystal.
Without a moment''s hesitation, Thorian approached the altar and gingerly touched the crystal. Abruptly, a notification materialized before him:
| Spill a drop of your blood onto the corrupted crystal to purify it. |
Heeding the system''s directive, Thorian bit his thumb, allowing his blood to fall onto the red crystal. Upon contact, the crystal eagerly absorbed the droplets, shimmering with a dazzling blue light, before being engulfed by the altar.
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| The purification of Amelia¡¯s Shrine has begun. |
As Thorian read the notification, the debris scattered around the desolate shrine began to levitate, merging seamlessly with the shattered walls. Furniture, long decayed by the ravages of time, miraculously rejuvenated, returning to its former splendor.
Once the restoration of the shrine was complete, a new crystal emerged from the very spot where the previous one had vanished. This crystal, small enough to nestle comfortably in one''s palm, radiated a deep ocean blue hue and bore the resemblance of a teardrop.
"So, this is Amelia''s tear," Forlune observed, stepping closer to Thorian. His eyes reflected the crystal''s luminescence. "Indeed, it''s a thing of beauty."
Zogarth, unable to contain his elation, added, "With this, we can finally heal Nox. It''s been a long-awaited moment."
Thorian nodded in agreement with their sentiments, gently lifting the crystal tear from the altar. He examined it closely, noting its details:
| Amelia''s Tear |
| Rarity |
Crimson Sun |
| Class Requirement |
Priest |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Description |
As Saintess Amelia beheld the corruption ravaging Feywild, the elven homeland, a solitary tear fell from her eye, mourning the impending downfall of their empire. |
| Special Abilities |
Cry of the Soul: This one-time use ability enhances the user''s next healing spell by 200%. After use, the tear shatters irreparably. |
We''ve finally acquired it, Thorian thought, a smile of triumph playing on his lips. It''s truly in our possession now.
As he contemplated their success, another item materialized on the altar: a ring. Recalling the specifics of their quest, Thorian immediately recognized its significance. He picked up the ring for inspection:
| Ring of Amelia''s Grace |
| Note |
This is a quest item of high grade. Its description and specifics are concealed.
|
While Thorian found it slightly disconcerting that he couldn''t fully discern the ring''s properties, he wasn''t overly concerned. As long as it was the correct item for their quest, that was all that mattered.
"Oh, it appears our task here is concluded," Forlune remarked, drawing Thorian''s attention away from the ring. Beyond the altar, a portal had appeared, signifying the end of their arduous journey.
"We''ve secured everything we needed," Thorian declared with a sense of finality. "Now, it''s time to return home."
Determined, Thorian led the way out of the dungeon, stepping through the portal. His companions trailed close behind, each sharing the same eager anticipation for the revival of their friend.
Upon their arrival in Wolvendale, Ventus let out a light chuckle. "Imagine Nox''s expression when he wakes up. He''s going to be so frustrated about missing out on all this action."
Aqua responded with a thoughtful tone, "The most important thing is his survival. Besides, there are plenty of ways for him to catch up quickly, especially if he exploits the abyss for rapid leveling."
While Ventus and Aqua conversed, Thorian''s mind was almost in a trance. His heart pounded with the excitement and relief of finally nearing the culmination of their long quest.
Lost in his thoughts, Thorian was approached by Vigil. "My lord, since Whisperwind''s spell is sustaining Nox, it would be wise to perform my ultimate ability near the Guild Master. He can alert us if there are any complications."
Thorian nodded in agreement. "You''re absolutely right. We can''t afford any missteps now that we''re this close to achieving our goal."
Heeding Vigil''s counsel, the group made their way to Nox''s house. Thorian carefully lifted Nox, taking every precaution to avoid exacerbating his condition.
Fortuitously, the Assassin Guild was located adjacent to Nox''s residence. Thorian had arranged this proximity so that Whisperwind''s skill would remain effective, a decision that now proved beneficial under these circumstances.
Moving with measured steps, Thorian delicately carried Nox in a princess hold as he entered the guild. Whisperwind, upon witnessing this, immediately grasped the situation.
"I see the necessary conditions have been met, my lord," Whisperwind remarked, approaching Thorian and gently taking Nox into his own care. "Let us proceed to my private chamber for this task."
Thorian, acknowledging Whisperwind''s suggestion with a nod, led the party deeper into the guild''s interior. They traversed several rooms before arriving at the guild master''s personal bedroom.
Once inside, Whisperwind carefully placed Nox on his bed, turning his attention to Vigil. "You may commence now," he instructed, signaling the beginning of the crucial procedure.
Chapter 145: The End of this Night
Hearing Whisperwind''s words, Vigil gazed at the tear-shaped crystal held delicately in his hand. It was Amelia''s tear, a brilliant azure gem, pulsating with an ethereal light. As he tightened his grip, rays of blue light seeped through his fingers, enveloping his body in a radiant aura. The light clung to Vigil''s fur, a soothing, protective barrier that slowly absorbed into his skin.
"I will begin now," Vigil announced, his voice steady as he approached Nox. Placing his hand gently on the shadow kobold''s scarred visage, he murmured a solemn incantation. "Rae''s last hope."
Upon the completion of his words, a golden magical circle materialized above Nox. It expanded swiftly, its circumference reaching for the ceiling. From the heart of the circle descended a pillar of light, broadening until it enveloped Nox''s entire form.
For Thorian, the seconds stretched into an eternity. He stood transfixed, watching as Vigil''s spell bathed his friend in a golden luminescence. Only when a faint moan echoed from within the pillar did the tightness in his heart begin to ease.
Gradually, the spell dissipated, revealing Nox''s transformed body. The scars had vanished; the severed limbs and arteries were miraculously restored. He looked just as Thorian remembered him, whole and unmarred.
"Nox," Thorian murmured, stepping forward, only to be halted by Whisperwind''s firm hand. Confusion flickered in Thorian''s eyes as he turned back to Nox, now emanating an ominous shadowy aura. As the shadow kobold opened his eyes, they were stark white, devoid of pupils, the sclera eerily visible.
Then, with startling abruptness, Nox unleashed a bloodcurdling scream, primal and terrifying, as if a demon had been roused from slumber. The shadows around him flared with a menacing energy. But in that moment of chaos, Whisperwind was there, his hand resting reassuringly on Nox''s shoulder.
"It''s okay now, Nox," Whisperwind''s voice was a balm, gentle and soothing, causing the menacing shadows to recede. "It''s all over. You are free."
As the last of the shadows were absorbed into Nox''s skin, his eyes returned to their normal state. He blinked, looking around in bewilderment. "What... happened?" His gaze settled on Whisperwind, recognition dawning. "Master?"
A light chuckle escaped Whisperwind''s lips as he smiled, stepping aside to reveal Thorian.
Thorian, gazing upon his friend''s restored form, exhaled a relieved sigh. "You''re finally back, Nox. I feared we had lost you."
Confusion, not joy, clouded Nox''s expression as he tilted his head quizzically. "I''m sorry... but you don''t look familiar to me."
"I knew it!" Ventus burst into laughter, a mix of amusement and disbelief in his voice. "I knew he wouldn''t recognize you, king. You''ve changed too much!"
"Ventus?" Nox''s eyebrow arched in surprise as he turned towards the lightning kobold. "You seem different."
Then, his gaze circled back to Thorian, scrutinizing him more intently. A flicker of realization sparked in his eyes, and he stood abruptly, astonishment etched on his face. "Wait, is that really you, Thorian?"
Thorian, with a chuckle tinged with a hint of sadness, opened his arms wide. "I guess I''ve changed more than I realized," he said warmly. "Come here, Nox. You had me worried beyond words."
With a smile brightening his face, Nox embraced Thorian tightly, his voice filled with a blend of confusion and contentment. "I''m not sure what''s going on, but I don¡¯t hate this."
Thorian felt the warmth of Nox''s body against his chest, a sensation that nearly brought tears to his eyes. He quickly masked his emotion with a hand to his face. His voice, slightly trembling, conveyed his heartfelt plea. "Please, don''t ever do something so reckless again. Can you promise me that?"
Looking up, Nox''s face was illuminated by his characteristic, innocent smile. "I can''t quite remember what happened, but... I promise."
As they separated, Thorian simply smiled, affectionately ruffling Nox''s hair while the latter laughed heartily.
The room''s mood shifted subtly as Ifrit spoke up, her voice tinged with remorse. She was nervously biting her lower lip, her gaze averted, unable to meet Nox''s eyes. "I''m sorry," she muttered. "That day... you shouldn''t have been alone. I should''ve been there, fighting alongside you."
Nox approached Ifrit with an unwavering smile, his attitude forgiving and understanding. "The choice was mine, and so is the responsibility," he reassured her, gently patting her shoulder. ¡°So don¡¯t beat up yourself for that, it will make me sad.¡±
At his words, Ifrit''s eyes brimmed with tears, and she embraced Nox, her sobs breaking the silence. "Why did it have to be you? You''re too pure for this harsh world!"
As she wept on his shoulder, Nox chuckled lightly, a hint of affection in his laughter. ¡°Come on now, Ifrit. You¡¯re a big girl, you shouldn¡¯t cry like this.¡±
¡°No! I will cry whenever I want. Stupid, stupid Nox!¡± Ifrit''s playful punch landed on Nox''s chest, a mix of frustration and relief in her gesture.
The moment was interrupted by Ventus, who strode in with a hint of humor in his voice. ¡°Okay, okay, we get it,¡± he said as he playfully tugged Ifrit away from Nox by the nape of her neck. ¡°We¡¯re all happy Nox is back, especially me. It has been boring without my rival around!¡±
Observing the unfolding scene, Thorian found himself caught between emotions. Just moments ago, a heavy gloom had enveloped them all, a stark contrast to the lightened spirits that now filled the room. It was a testament to Nox''s unique ability to shift the atmosphere effortlessly.
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You truly are one of a kind, Nox, Thorian mused silently, watching the shadow kobold with a mix of admiration and gratitude. I''m fortunate to have you as a friend.
While Nox engaged in conversation with Ventus, Aqua interjected, his tone laced with concern. "Nox, do you really not recall anything that happened?"
Nox paused, looking thoughtful. ¡°So, I was fighting against all of those crazy humans. They were strong, but because they had terrible coordination, I was beating them easily.¡± His brow furrowed, a sign of his struggling memory. ¡°My memories are a little fuzzy here, but I remember this green lady. She had these beautiful blue eyes that I couldn¡¯t help but look into.¡±
At these words, a surge of anger clenched Thorian''s fist tightly. He was about to speak when Forlune voiced the sentiment for him.
"That damned woman," Forlune growled, his voice deep and filled with venom. "If I ever lay my hands on her, I''ll tear her apart, limb by limb."
Nox, puzzled, tilted his head. "What''s going on? Do you all know her?"
Aqua responded, his voice tinged with bitterness. "She''s the mastermind behind the recent attack. She''s responsible for the deaths of many of our people and for leaving you incapacitated for a week." He clicked his tongue, unable to contain his anger.
Nox''s eyes widened in disbelief at the revelation. "A week? I''ve been asleep for a whole week?"
"Yeah, you missed quite a bit," Ventus replied, his grin mischievous. "But now you''re awake, and just in time to join us in giving that stupid woman what she deserves."
Nox''s smile mirrored Ventus''s enthusiasm as he cracked his knuckles. "Count me in, as I''m not about to sit this one out. I want a share of that glory."
Thorian chuckled, affectionately ruffling Nox''s hair. "First, there''s a lot you need to catch up on. After that, we can talk about glory, battles, and all that comes with it."
Turning to Whisperwind, Thorian bowed respectfully. "Guild Master, I can''t express my gratitude enough for keeping Nox alive during this ordeal."
Observing Thorian''s humility, Nox also bowed to Whisperwind. "Thank you, Master."
Whisperwind offered a gentle smile, shaking his head modestly. "There''s no need for thanks. I couldn''t let my first and favorite employee meet his end on my watch."
Thorian nodded appreciatively at the Guild Master, then addressed Forlune. "Tomorrow, I plan to claim the rewards for the E?rendil quest. This way, we won''t miss out on any experience points. For now, I''ll show Nox around the village."
Forlune chuckled warmly. "Take all the time you need, lord. You''ve been tirelessly at work; a bit of rest is well-deserved."
"Don''t get too cheeky," Thorian retorted with a smile, shaking his head. "Just keep up with your duties and don''t slack off on your training." He turned to address the others. "That goes for all of you. Keep honing your skills unless you want to fall behind your peers."
"Yes, yes, king," Ventus replied with a laugh, his tone teasing yet sincere. "Don''t worry, we''ll keep up with our training."
Shaking his head with a smile, Thorian turned his attention back to Nox. "Come on, let''s go. There''s a lot I need to show you."
Nodding eagerly, Nox followed Thorian out of Whisperwind''s bedroom. When they emerged into the main area of the guild, Nox''s eyes widened in astonishment. "Wow, the guild has really expanded!" He pointed excitedly at the bulletin board. "And what''s that over there?"
"That''s the guild''s bulletin board for quests," Thorian explained. "The guild has undergone quite an upgrade. You should register for your daily quests later."
Nox nodded in understanding, his curiosity piqued. The pair then exited the guild building. Stepping outside, Nox halted, his gaze sweeping over the transformed village, his expression a mixture of awe and nostalgia. "I can''t believe how much I''ve missed... The village has grown so much."
"It has," Thorian agreed, his voice laced with a hint of pride. "We even have goblins living among us now. Just a heads up to avoid any unnecessary scuffles."
Nox chuckled, shaking his head. "Don''t worry, I won''t start any trouble. It''s just... overwhelming, in a good way."
Observing Nox''s genuine smile, Thorian felt a surge of happiness. After their conversation momentarily paused, Zogarth approached them.
"Nox, you''re finally awake!" Zogarth laughed heartily.
Nox, taken aback by the Orc Commander''s imposing stature, exclaimed, "Zogarth, is that you? How much did you eat this week to get so big?!"
Zogarth roared with laughter before gently patting the young kobold with his massive hand, "What are you talking about, you cheeky little thing? This is the result of my evolution. I''ve grown larger and stronger."
"I can see that," Nox chuckled. "If you keep evolving at this pace, you might end up bigger than a house!"
As the two bantered, Thorian shook his head, amused. After catching up briefly, Zogarth excused himself to attend to his duties.
With Zogarth''s departure, Thorian was ready to begin their short tour. "The first place we''ll visit is the Cultivation Hall."
Nox''s interest was immediately piqued. "The Cultivation Hall? Is that a new building?"
"I suppose it''s a familiar place that you''ve just never had the chance to explore," Thorian clarified. "The Cultivation Hall is essentially a space dedicated to practicing cultivation. There are two elders there who can guide you through the process."
"Cultivation?" Nox''s eyebrow quirked in intrigue. "Sounds like I''ve missed out on a lot."
Realizing his oversight, Thorian chuckled apologetically. "Sorry, I should''ve explained it better. Cultivation involves harnessing a type of energy called Qi, which is somewhat akin to mana. However, Qi is gathered in your lower abdomen, unlike mana which is typically centered around the heart. Cultivation opens up the possibility of mastering new skills that utilize this Qi."
The last part sparked Nox''s enthusiasm visibly. "Really? I can learn them too?"
"Absolutely," Thorian affirmed with a nod. "In fact, it''d be great if you could start learning the basics today."
Nox pumped his fist in excitement. "Awesome! I''m always up for learning new skills!"
Thorian, amused by Nox''s exuberant attitude, led him towards the Cultivation Hall. Upon reaching it, Nox''s eyes widened in recognition, tinged with surprise. "Ah, so this is the place? It''s changed so much. It looks like two buildings merged into one now!"
"It''s likely to expand even further," Thorian remarked, his gaze lingering on the hall with a sense of satisfaction.
However, Nox''s expression shifted as he wrinkled his nose, sniffing the air. "What''s that awful smell? It''s making my head spin."
Thorian''s eyebrows shot up in realization, and he scratched his head. ¡°Ah, that would be the residue of cultivation. I think some people are meditating inside.¡±
¡°That smells really bad,¡± Nox replied, his voice nasal as he pinched his nose, his face scrunched up in distaste.
Thorian laughed softly, empathizing with Nox''s reaction. "I can''t argue with that," he agreed before gesturing for Nox to follow him. "Let''s not linger here too long. I''ve got a few things I want to show you, and some gifts I think you''ll appreciate."
Chapter 146: Catching Up
"Really?" Nox''s interest sparked upon hearing Thorian''s words. "What sort of gifts are we talking about?"
"You''ll see soon enough," Thorian replied with a knowing smile, leading the way. Weaving through the village, Thorian eventually halted in front of a nondescript building.
"This is your house?" Nox inquired, a hint of confusion lacing his tone.
"No, this is our communal storage," Thorian corrected, shaking his head as he pushed open the door. Inside lay a trove of items amassed from numerous dungeon expeditions. "And there''s a room here, specifically for me."
Guiding Nox to a room on the left, Thorian entered what appeared to be a makeshift bedroom, cluttered with an array of items, rendering it barely habitable.
From the disarray, Thorian retrieved an azure robe and presented it to Nox. "This is for you. Unfortunately, we don''t have any shadow-themed items that would suit you, but this will have to do."
Nox examined the robe closely, his eyebrows arching in surprise. "What are you saying, Thorian? This robe is amazing! It increases my agility by a whole lot."
"I''m pleased you like it," Thorian responded, his smile widening. Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he added, "Oh, and another thing. Did you receive any notifications about quest rewards? You must have earned something from the Monster Quest, at least."
"Now that you bring it up, there''s been this persistent notification hovering in my vision for a while," Nox said, gazing thoughtfully at an unseen point in the air, his hand thoughtfully stroking his chin. "Should I go ahead and accept it?"
Thorian, observing Nox''s perplexed expression, couldn''t suppress a chuckle. "Definitely, you should."
"Alright then," Nox said, a smile breaking across his face. In response, a short sword with a sleek, modern design and a black sheath materialized before him.
Grasping the weapon, Nox examined it closely. "This sword complements my abilities really well!"
"What special abilities does it have?" Thorian inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity.
"It''s has a passive skill that pierces through armor when striking an enemy from behind," Nox explained, his voice brimming with excitement. "It works really well with my backstab skill."
As Nox concluded his explanation of the sword''s advantages, his eyes became distant, fixated on a flurry of new notifications materializing before him. "Wow, so many level-ups! And I¡¯m also getting a special evolution!"
Thorian, intrigued by this revelation, raised an eyebrow. "A special evolution? Did you eliminate five hundred humans?"
"I suppose I must have," Nox replied, scratching his head in contemplation. ¡°I don¡¯t remember exactly, but I did fight against those crazy people for more than two hours. I was so tired by the end that I thought I was going to die.¡±
Hearing this, Thorian chuckled softly. "I should have known you were capable of such feats."
He then retrieved a longsword from the clutter of items and motioned for Nox to follow him outside. "Come, let''s spar."
"Wait, what?" Nox asked, a hint of confusion in his voice. "You''re planning to spar with that sword? Isn''t it only to warriors?"
Gazing down at the longsword in his hands, Thorian replied, "While I don''t benefit from the sword''s additional stats or abilities, a sword remains a sword. I''m still capable of wielding it effectively."
"If that''s how it is," Nox shrugged, a hint of skepticism in his voice, before trailing Thorian outside. They swiftly navigated to the outskirts of the village, where the bustle of the populace thinned.
"Looks like a new wall has been raised," Nox observed, his eyes scanning the expanded perimeter of the village with a mix of surprise and admiration. "Our village has grown a lot."
"It certainly has," Thorian agreed, pausing at the brink of a cliff. He surveyed the clearing below and remarked, "This spot should suffice for our spar."
"Are you sure about this?" Nox asked, scratching his head in bemusement. "You''re a magus, but you''re challenging me to a sword fight. Isn''t that a bit too much?"
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"You''ll understand shortly," Thorian replied, then leapt gracefully into the clearing below.
Following suit, Nox landed and unsheathed his short sword, declaring, "I''m ready."
In an instant, Nox vanished from sight. Thorian, anticipating his move, positioned his sword, wielding it with less than half his usual might.
Clang!
The swords collided, sending a metallic echo through the clearing. Nox, caught off guard by Thorian''s unexpected prowess, was swiftly repelled, tumbling a dozen feet backwards and landing awkwardly on his head.
"Ow, that hurts!" Nox winced, tenderly rubbing his head, then gazed at Thorian with a mix of pain and admiration. "What was that? A new technique?"
"No, that was merely raw strength," Thorian clarified, shaking his head. "In these apocalyptic times, a week can bring immense growth, particularly in this phase of accelerated development."
"I''m clearly seeing that," Nox acknowledged as he rose to his feet, brushing off the dirt. "But I''m not out of the game yet!"
Shrouding himself in shadows, Nox melded seamlessly with the environment. Thorian, unfazed, merely smiled and activated his Elemental Sight skill. This revealed Nox''s shadowy figure, stealthily advancing towards him.
Thorian, channeling more power into his strike, swung his sword in the direction of Nox''s approach. Their swords met with a resounding clash, fully exposing Nox. His short sword radiated a deep blue aura, matching Thorian''s strength without yielding.
Thorian''s eyebrows lifted in surprise at this display, but he quickly intensified his strike to counter Nox''s prowess. As Nox began to falter, dark tendrils of aura erupted from his body, surging towards Thorian like piercing spears.
With no time to spare, Thorian released a burst of mana, enveloping his arm with it, and swept away the shadowy tendrils in one fluid motion. He then delivered a powerful kick to Nox''s abdomen, propelling him backwards to his previous position.
Groaning in discomfort, Nox clambered to his feet, his expression a blend of pain and confusion. "I thought I had you there. What was that move?"
"It''s mana enhancement," Thorian elucidated. "Were I a warrior, I''d have infused my blade with it, and it would be known as aura. But for now, augmenting my muscles with mana suffices."
"That''s incredible!" Nox''s mouth hung open in amazement. "Can I learn that too? I''d love to give it a try!"
"Whisperwind should be the one to guide you in that," Thorian replied with a chuckle, then regarded Nox with a look of curiosity. "But I''m more intrigued by those shadow attacks of yours. Is that a new skill you''ve acquired?"
"Yes, it''s called shadow manipulation," Nox explained. "I''m not entirely sure of its capabilities or how I got it. However, when I checked my status screen earlier, there it was."
Thorian pondered this revelation. The most plausible explanation for Nox acquiring this skill would be the extensive time he spent shrouded in shadows. It''s not uncommon for individuals to develop skills influenced by their surroundings or experiences.
Refocusing on Nox, Thorian offered his advice. "You should discuss this skill with your Guild Master. As a shadowkin, he''s best suited to assist you in mastering it."
"It seems like I need to do a lot of things," Nox said, his gaze falling slightly.
"It''s a necessary step if you aim to keep pace with the others," Thorian said nonchalantly. "You do want to catch up, don''t you?"
"Absolutely, I do," Nox affirmed with a nod. "And it''s not just about catching up¡ªI¡¯m going to surpass them all."
At that, Thorian let out a chuckle. "Well, then your first step is to focus on your cultivation. You can venture into the dungeons later."
Upon hearing this, Nox tilted his head inquisitively. "The dungeons... Are we going to do them together?"
Thorian hesitated momentarily before shaking his head, a hint of regret in his demeanor. "Unfortunately, I''ve already completed the daily dungeons this morning. But we can certainly tackle them together tomorrow."
"That''s a shame," Nox sighed, though his eyes lit up with a spark of hope. "Then, how about we continue our sparring later? I find it really fun to duel with you!"
"Certainly," Thorian replied, his smile genuine. "I''ve been looking to improve the mastery of a few skills, so having a sparring partner would be ideal."
Nox''s face brightened at the agreement. "Great, it''s a deal then!"
Following their conversation, Thorian escorted Nox back to the Cultivation Hall, introducing him to the two elders to commence his cultivation journey. Afterward, Thorian returned to the Village Hall, where he found Elder Omn awaiting him.
Without preamble, Thorian inquired about another member of their group, "So, how is Nalia''s progression?"
Elder Omn nodded thoughtfully before responding, "Before she embarked on today''s dungeon, her level was 12, three levels higher than yesterday. After clearing all the dungeons, she''s now reached level 14."
Thorian stroked his chin, contemplating. "She''s advancing swiftly. The disparity in levels suggests she ventured into the abyss, but not deeply, given the modest increase."
"That seems to be the case, my lord," Elder Omn concurred, his brow creasing with concern. "But given her strength, she could delve much deeper into the abyss. Why is she limiting her advancement?"
Thorian shrugged nonchalantly. "The pace at which she''s clearing floors isn''t the issue. It appears she''s short on equipment to strengthen her teammates. They''re not yet equipped to handle the challenge of the floor she''s aiming for."
"And which floor would that be?" Elder Omn asked, tilting his head in curiosity.
After a moment of mental calculation, Thorian responded, "Given the amount of experience points she requires, she''s probably targeting the twentieth floor."
Interlude 12
Tristan Ravenwood POV
Sheathing his sword with a practiced ease, Tristan braced himself for the impending expedition. Scouts had brought troubling news of a goblin settlement lurking near the northern gates of Locksley. Such a proximate menace could not be left unchecked; the safety of the city and its inhabitants was at stake. They had no choice but to eradicate this monstrous threat.
However, before stepping out of the room, Tristan decided to check his own status window.
Display Panel.
| Class |
Swordsman |
| Level |
3/40 (exp: 231/850) |
| Lifespan |
60 years |
| Stats |
| Strength |
37 |
| Agility |
35 |
| Constitution |
20 |
| Mana |
20 |
| Free Points |
0 |
| Skills |
| Sword Mastery I (Passive) |
| Charge (Active) |
| Power Strike (Active) |
| Triple Slash (Active) |
| Quick Slash (Active) |
Gazing at his status panel, Tristan couldn''t help but smile. Seeing this is truly rewarding, he mused. It showcases my growth so vividly. Content, he closed the window and turned towards the door, ready to face what lay ahead.
But as he stepped into the corridor, his attention was drawn to a commotion at its far end. There, the venerable Robert was engaged in a discussion with James and Little Roo. Intrigued, Tristan approached the group.
"What''s going on here?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity.
Upon noticing Tristan, Robert let out a weary sigh. "These two have heard of the expedition and are insisting to join," he explained.
"Yeah, we''re ready to fight!" Little Roo interjected, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Tristan''s brow furrowed in concern. "You''re both too young for this," he cautioned. "The place we''re headed to is fraught with danger, not a playground for children."
"We''re not children!" James protested. "How am I supposed to level up if I''m just sitting here all the time? I''ve gotten my class but haven''t had the chance to use it!"
Tristan considered this for a moment, his gaze lowering in contemplation. True, leveling up is essential for him. The free points would bolster his constitution, strengthening his frail physique. But...
"No, it''s still too risky," Tristan firmly stated, shaking his head. "You can join us in battle when the situation is more stable."
Turning to Robert, he added, "And you, we could really use your expertise on this expedition."
Robert''s eyes flitted between James'' pleading face and Tristan''s determined expression. With a resigned sigh, he replied, "That puts me in a difficult position. My duty is to guard the young lord, and I can''t be in two places at once."
"So, if the boys come along, you''ll join us?" Tristan sighed, his gaze shifting to his younger brother.
"Please, brother, let us come with you. We''ll obey every command," James implored, clasping his hands together in a pleading gesture.
Tristan closed his eyes briefly, gathering his thoughts. With a resigned sigh, he conceded, "Fine, since we''re only dealing with goblins, you can join. But," he added, fixing James with a firm stare, "you must remain by Sir Robert''s side at all times. Stray, and it''ll be the last expedition you''ll join."
James''s face lit up with jubilation. "Yes! We promise to stick to Sir Robert like glue, right, Roo?"
"Absolutely," Little Roo nodded earnestly. "We''ll stay close to grandpa."
"Alright, let''s get moving," Tristan decided. "We still need to pick up Oswald, and we can''t afford to be late for the expedition."
With that, the group hastened out of the mansion, weaving through Locksley''s bustling streets until they approached the imposing gates of the Strongheart manor. As they neared, they spotted Oswald storming out, a scowl etched on his face.
Approaching his friend, Tristan''s expression mirrored his confusion. "What''s going on? You seem even more upset than usual."
Oswald turned, a hint of surprise in his eyes, before shaking his head dismissively. "Ah, Tristan, it''s nothing significant. Just the usual quarrels with my father."
"He didn''t approve of your joining us?" Tristan surmised, his smile tinged with irony.
"Exactly," Oswald shrugged, casting a backward glance tinged with perplexity. "This time, he was particularly vehement. He looked furious when I left his room."
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Tristan chuckled in response. "I can imagine. But in time, he''ll see the value of your choices. After all, who wouldn''t be proud to have a hero for a son?"
"You''re an eternal optimist," Oswald sighed. "Anyway, let''s not linger here. I can''t stand being around for too long."
Acknowledging his friend''s sentiment, Tristan led the group away from the inner city. Upon reaching the main plaza, James couldn''t contain his awe. "No matter how many times I see it, this place always takes my breath away."
Tristan shared a light chuckle, inwardly agreeing. The city, once a pile of rubble, had undergone a miraculous transformation. Parks dotted the landscape, flourishing with magical herbs and vibrant flowers. Rows of immaculate buildings now housed the city''s residents. The marketplace, lively and teeming around the plaza, buzzed with the exchange of Arcane Coins and various materials.
"It''s back to being the Locksley we know," Tristan mused with a light laugh. "Actually, it''s even better than before."
"There''s so much about this fortress system we don''t understand," Oswald remarked. "But its role in reviving and beautifying the city has been a blessing."
His gaze then shifted to Tristan, thoughtful. "Speaking of which, the elder at the Hall mentioned something about appointing a Lord by week''s end. Have you discussed this with Lord William?"
"My father is already aware," Tristan replied nonchalantly. "With the ceremony still a few days away, there''s not much else to be done."
"I suppose you''re right," Oswald conceded, his expression turning serious. "For now, our focus must be on clearing the forest of those creatures."
As they conversed, the Northern Gate came into view. There, Lord William and General Henry stood, greeting them with broad, welcoming smiles.
William''s hearty laughter filled the air as he scooped James up with evident joy. "Ah, so the young ones are joining us," he exclaimed. "Ready for your first taste of battle, eh?"
James nodded vigorously. "Yes! I''m going to incinerate those monsters with my fireball!"
"A grand magus among us," William chuckled, then turned his attention to Little Roo. "And what about you, young sir? What class have you chosen?"
With a beam of pride, Little Roo answered, "I''m a warrior, sir! I''ll be slashing those monsters with my sword!"
William''s eyebrow arched as he glanced at the wooden sword at Roo''s waist. He then unclasped his secondary weapon, a short sword, and offered it to the boy. "Here, a real sword for the real battle ahead."
Little Roo''s eyes lit up with gratitude. "Thank you, Sir!"
Tristan, meanwhile, looked on in disbelief. "Father, what are you thinking? Giving a child a real sword?"
William laughed off his son''s concern. "He''s heading into battle, isn''t he? Besides, I was handling real swords at his age."
Tristan sighed, knowing all too well his father''s unyielding nature. Instead, he turned his attention to Little Roo. "Be extremely cautious with that sword. It''s sharp, and misuse could lead to serious injury."
Little Roo''s smile didn''t waver. "Don''t worry, I''ve practiced a lot. In fact, I secretly borrowed a real sword yesterday and trained in the garden."
¡°Ehh, Roo¡¡± James hastily tried to interject, but Little Roo''s confession had already sparked a reaction.
"You did what?!" Robert''s voice thundered, a blend of anger and shock directed at his grandson.
Startled by his grandfather''s furious tone, Little Roo stumbled backward, stammering, "I... I didn''t do anything!"
Amidst the tension, William''s laughter echoed, full of mirth. "Ah, the boldness of youth ¨C fearless and untamed!" He glanced at General Henry, a smile still playing on his lips. "We were quite the rascals ourselves back in the day. I can relate."
General Henry shook his head, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Please, my lord, don''t compare us. You were the instigator of most troubles. I merely followed suit."
"Ah, mere details," William brushed off the comment, turning his attention to the group. "Now that we''re all assembled, there''s no point in delaying further. Let''s rid the forest of those accursed goblins."
With but a disapproving sigh from Robert, the makeshift battalion set off, leaving the city behind and venturing into the forest. In mere minutes, they arrived at the goblins'' rudimentary settlement.
William, with a quiet determination, declared, "I''ll take the lead. Priests, be ready to support."
"Of course, my lord," responded one of the priests, readying themselves.
Unsheathing his sword, William stood tall. "Then let''s begin. Charge!"
Tristan and Oswald promptly followed their father and General Henry, charging towards the goblin encampment. As they advanced, Tristan noticed something unexpected: a third of the goblins, overcome by fear, fled with piercing shrieks, signaling their terror.
Wh¡ what?
As Tristan''s gaze landed on the retreating goblins, a pang of empathy seized his heart, and he momentarily froze. The fleeing goblins eerily mirrored the humans who had run for their lives on the first day of the apocalypse. His mind teetered on the edge of breaking down.
William''s commanding voice cut through the chaos, jolting Tristan back to reality. "Do not strike those who flee! Focus on the combatants. They are the threat!"
Regaining his composure, Tristan glanced to his left to see Oswald, concern etched on his face.
"Are you okay?" Oswald asked, his voice laced with worry.
"Yes," Tristan nodded, gripping his sword''s hilt firmly. "Let''s move."
Together, they plunged into the fray. Tristan''s blade danced, slicing through one goblin after another, while Oswald''s spear found its mark time and again. They moved through the battlefield like avatars of death, their weapons a whirlwind of lethal precision.
The battle was a maelstrom of activity ¨C priests casting blessings, magi raining down long-range spells, assassins weaving through enemy lines with stealthy strikes. Every front was a scene of intense combat.
Engaged in combat with a hobgoblin, Tristan parried and countered each blow. But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of blue ¨C a hobgoblin charging towards the rear lines.
James!
Instinctively, Tristan''s head whipped around, his worst fears materializing. The blue hobgoblin was barreling towards James and Little Roo''s position. Robert was overwhelmed, locked in combat with several hobgoblins on all sides.
Tristan''s focus was abruptly redirected by a sudden lunge from the hobgoblin he faced. Nimbly sidestepping, he engaged his Triple Strike ability, dispatching his foe in a seamless, lethal dance of swordplay.
As he spun to dash to his brother''s aid, another blur of motion caught his eye. It was his father, William, whose imposing stature propelled him through the air in a single, powerful leap. He descended upon the blue hobgoblin, his great sword arcing down with formidable force, striking the creature''s back. The swiftness of William''s intervention left Tristan momentarily stunned.
Breathing out a deep sigh of relief, Tristan turned back to the battlefront, his mind at ease. With his father''s formidable presence safeguarding them, he knew James and Little Roo were in safe hands. No enemy could dare harm them under William''s vigilant watch.
Interlude 13
¡°You need to breathe deeply and feel the ether around you before you can start absorbing it,¡± Jing Xu instructed Nox, gently placing his palm on the shadow kobold¡¯s back.
Obediently, Nox closed his eyes and delved into deep meditation. He drew in long, steady breaths, striving to connect with the energy permeating the air. Minutes ticked by before a subtle sensation emerged. Energy seemed to caress his skin, yet it frustratingly refused to penetrate his clogged pores.
¡°Let me help you,¡± Jing Xu said, his smile warm and encouraging. He pressed his hand more firmly against Nox''s back, channeling Qi into the kobold''s obstructed pores.
Feeling the energy coursing through his body, Nox''s eyes snapped open in astonishment. With the elder''s guidance, the once blocked paths were now clear, revealing the route he needed to follow.
Nox returned to his slow, rhythmic breathing, mimicking the elder¡¯s technique. He pushed the ether with focused determination, like a miner chiseling through hardened soil. As time slipped away, Nox steadily directed the ether through his cleared pathways, guiding it into his dantian. There, it condensed into a precious droplet of Qi.
¡°I did it!¡± Nox exclaimed, spinning around to face Jing Xu, his eyes alight with a blend of triumph and joy.
Jing Xu chuckled at the young kobold¡¯s exuberance. ¡°You did well,¡± he praised. He then gestured towards the wooden tub behind them, adding, ¡°Now, get in there before you turn this place into a gooey mess.¡±
Nodding, Nox leaped into the tub, which was half-filled with lukewarm water, at Jing Xu''s behest. ¡°Remember that feeling and sensation you experienced earlier. Just follow the same path, and you will eventually succeed,¡± Jing Xu advised.
¡°I will do that,¡± Nox affirmed, closing his eyes and settling into a lotus position. He inhaled deeply, retracing the steps of the process he had recently mastered.
Time seemed to evaporate as Nox immersed himself in the practice. Minutes flowed into hours. With serene focus, he absorbed the ether from the air, channeling it through his external paths and converting it into Qi within his dantian.
Two and a half hours later, Nox''s tranquility was interrupted by an alert. His eyes flickered open to a welcome notification.
Congratulations, you have unlocked the cultivation system.
Curious about his progress, Nox mentally summoned his status panel to review his achievements.
Display Panel.
Ding
| Race |
Shadowstalker Kobold |
| Level |
17/30 (exp: 121/3800) |
| Class |
Shadow Reaper |
| Level |
3/40 (exp: 231/850) |
| Lifespan |
40 years |
| Cultivation realm |
Qi Gathering First Stage (67.3%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
59 |
| Agility |
105 |
| Constitution |
43 |
| Mana |
41 |
| Qi |
20 |
| Free Points |
15 |
| Skills |
| Stealth (Passive) |
| Backstab (Passive) |
| Shadow Affinity (Passive) |
| Beastly Senses (Active) |
| Shadow Manipulation (Active) |
| Whisper Step (Active) |
| Shadow Cloak (Active) |
| Shadow Strike (Active) |
Smiling at his newfound progress, Nox surveyed his surroundings, only to find himself immersed in the same sticky substance that Thorian often exuded. So that''s what it was. I always wondered why Thorian smelled so bad, he mused to himself.
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He glanced at his fur with a wry smile. I can''t exactly walk through the village like this. I''d send everyone running in the opposite direction.
His contemplation was interrupted as a figure entered the room. It was a blue kobold, bearing a striking resemblance to Aqua before his Ice evolution. ¡°It seems you have completed your cultivation,¡± the kobold observed, approaching Nox. ¡°Stay in the tub; I''ll clean you up before you leave.¡±
Gratefully nodding, Nox remained in the tub, his feet submerged in the murky water, as the blue kobold set about his task. Using one water ball after another, the kobold meticulously cleaned Nox''s black fur.
Each water ball''s impact made Nox wince, but the discomfort wasn''t severe enough to complain. Gritting his teeth, he allowed the blue kobold to continue, appreciating the effort to rid him of the sticky residue.
Once freed from the clinging black goo, Nox stepped out of the murky water. As he did so, the blue kobold lifted the wooden tub. ¡°Congratulations on your first cultivation,¡± the blue kobold remarked while carrying the tub away. ¡°I''ll dispose of this waste and clean the tub. Have a good day.¡±
¡°You too,¡± Nox responded with a nod as the blue kobold departed.
Alone in the room, Nox made his way out of the cultivation hall. He remembered Thorian''s instructions and set off towards the Assassin''s Guild.
Upon arrival, he found Whisperwind at his desk. Their eyes met, and the Shadowkin greeted him with his ethereal mouth¡ªa simple line of blue glow set against his shadowy form. ¡°I was waiting for you,¡± Whisperwind said, rising from his chair. ¡°I assume you''re here for your guild quests, right?¡±
¡°There''s that,¡± Nox replied, scratching his head. ¡°But Thorian also mentioned I should learn more about Shadow Manipulation, and that you¡¯re the best person to ask about it.¡±
¡°You''ve acquired that skill?¡± Whisperwind''s eyes widened in surprise, his glowing mouth forming an ''O''. ¡°That''s exceedingly rare. Normally, one would need to be much more advanced in their class or belong to a specific race to access it.¡±
¡°A rare skill?¡± Nox''s eyebrows raised in intrigue. ¡°Does that mean it¡¯s powerful?¡±
¡°It can be powerful, but it''s not easy to master,¡± Whisperwind replied, moving towards the guild''s exit. ¡°Let''s head outside for practical training. I''d prefer to avoid any accidental damage indoors.¡±
Nox nodded in agreement and followed Whisperwind outside the main building of the guild. They proceeded to a small adjacent training area, a space where assassins honed their skills.
Once at the center of the training ground, Whisperwind turned to Nox. ¡°Show me what you¡¯ve managed to do with your new skill. You must have experimented with it by now.¡±
¡°I have,¡± Nox confirmed, as his shadow morphed into sharp, tentacle-like strands. ¡°I can do this.¡±
¡°Ah, using it as an offensive tool, interesting,¡± Whisperwind mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. He then transformed his own shadowy arm into a sword-like shape. ¡°Indeed, shadows can be extremely potent in offense. However, that''s not where their true strength lies.¡±
His arm reverted to its normal shadowy form, and he touched the ground. A circle of darkness instantly formed, centered around his palm. ¡°Shadows are a gateway to another realm,¡± he explained. ¡°When used correctly, they offer capabilities like this. Look at your own shadow.¡±
Nox peered down, his expression clouded with confusion. To his astonishment, he saw Whisperwind¡¯s arm emerging from his own shadow. The shadowkin¡¯s hand waved playfully, demonstrating the skill''s versatility and power.
¡°What? How did you do that?¡± Nox''s eyes widened in disbelief as he turned back to Whisperwind. ¡°That''s incredible! With this ability, you could eliminate someone before they even realize what''s happening! Is it possible for me to learn this too?¡±
Whisperwind chuckled at Nox¡¯s eagerness, shaking his head slightly. ¡°Currently, it''s too hazardous for you to attempt this technique without system assistance,¡± he cautioned. Gently withdrawing his arm from the shadow portal, Whisperwind picked up a rock from the ground. ¡°If you''re not careful, a misstep could trap you in the shadow realm indefinitely.¡±
He tossed the rock into the portal. Nox, driven by instinct, glanced down at his shadow, only to find no trace of the rock. The realization dawned on him swiftly; the rock was now lost, potentially forever, in an unknown realm.
¡°But there''s a glimmer of hope,¡± Whisperwind said, his smile returning as he recaptured Nox''s attention. ¡°Given that you possess shadow manipulation, I can offer you the skill scroll for this ability¡ªthough it comes at a price, of course. The skill is known as Shadow Transportation.¡±
Interlude 14
With the goblin expedition concluded and their settlement reduced to ruins, the military company began its return journey to the city. Throughout the march to Locksley, Tristan was enveloped in silence. His mind incessantly replayed the earlier scene of the goblins fleeing in terror. Their screams and shrieks of horror echoed hauntingly in his ears, and the raw fear etched on their faces was seared into his memory.
¡°Hey, Tristan,¡± Oswald¡¯s voice pierced through Tristan''s introspection. ¡°You still mulling over those goblins? They¡¯re monsters, you know. You shouldn¡¯t let it weigh on you.¡±
¡°I understand that,¡± Tristan acknowledged with a nod, his lips curling into a wry smile. ¡°But the terror in their eyes... it mirrored ours when we''ve faced attack.¡±
¡°Well, we¡¯re different from them,¡± Oswald quipped, arching an eyebrow. ¡°For starters, we don¡¯t sport green skin.¡±
Tristan shook his head at his friend¡¯s attempt at humor and let out a reluctant chuckle. However, a heaviness lingered in his heart. ¡°I should check on James. I''m certain he''s still reeling from the ordeal.¡±
With an understanding nod from Oswald, Tristan navigated his way to where Robert and the two children were. Pushing his own turmoil deep within, Tristan mustered a smile as he approached his brother. ¡°So, how was your first foray into battle?¡±
¡°Ah, Tristan,¡± James responded, turning with a start and then casting his gaze downward, clouded with distress. ¡°It was terrifying. The screams, the blood... it was really scary.¡±
¡°That''s the harsh reality of a battlefield,¡± Tristan replied with a somber tone. ¡°The key is to remember why we fight: to safeguard our city and everyone we cherish within its walls. That''s the purpose behind our struggle.¡±
James looked up at his brother, absorbing the words, and then gave a nod of understanding. ¡°I get it.¡±
As Tristan offered reassurance to James, he realized those words served more as a mantra for himself. That¡¯s right. I mustn''t let my emotions sway my judgment. We fight to prevent any more tragedies. Yet, the memory of the fleeing goblins resurfaced, causing Tristan¡¯s expression to stiffen, and a sinking feeling to grip his stomach. Were those goblins the aggressors, or mere victims caught in a situation as bewildering to them as the apocalypse had been to humans?
His thoughts drifted to his father''s imposing figure, how his commanding words sliced through the chaos of battle, guiding their actions with clarity. I need to speak with him, Tristan contemplated, feeling a tightness in his chest. Glancing around, he realized the company had dispersed, leaving only a few knights near their mansion. Lord William had already retreated into the manor.
He must be in his study, buried in paperwork. With that thought, Tristan made his way through the main gate and headed towards his father''s office. As this mansion was positioned closer to the gates than the palace, Lord William had been using it more frequently when it came to dealing with annoying paperwork.
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After a respectful knock on the door, a voice from within beckoned, ¡°Come in.¡±
Upon receiving the acknowledgment, Tristan stepped into his father¡¯s study. He found Lord William, immersed in a sea of documents, his focus unwavering on the task at hand.
¡°Oh, it''s you, Tristan,¡± William glanced up at his son, peeking through the mountain of documents. ¡°Please, have a seat.¡±
Tristan wordlessly complied, settling into the chair across his father''s desk. A heavy silence filled the room.
Perceiving the unusual quiet, William set aside his paperwork and focused on his son. ¡°You¡¯ve sought me out, yet you remain silent. Is there something troubling you?¡±
¡°Yes,¡± Tristan confirmed with a nod. ¡°It¡¯s the goblins. Their terror-stricken faces... When I saw them fleeing, I was taken aback. They seemed... almost human.¡±
¡°They might well be,¡± William conceded. ¡°Our knowledge about them is minimal ¨C their language, their culture. We barely understand how they live.¡±
Tristan''s eyebrows arched in surprise, and his heart thumped erratically. ¡°So... did we just attack them unprovoked? We don¡¯t even know for sure if they were the ones who attacked us.¡±
William exhaled deeply, his gaze dropping in contemplation. ¡°This dilemma is age-old in warfare. When we retaliated against the barbarians after their relentless raids, what do you think happened to their people? They, too, fled in terror, crying out in fear.¡±
Tristan felt a painful tightening in his chest. ¡°Was that... the right thing to do?¡±
¡°Was it right?¡± William leaned back, stroking his beard thoughtfully. ¡°At the start of every war, you''re always armed with justifications and reasons. The barbarians had slain many of ours, and they would''ve continued if we hadn''t struck back. But the moment you launch your assault, when you breach their walls and witness their civilians fleeing in dread, all those justifications fade into insignificance. In the face of a pleading mother, what truly defines right and wrong?¡±
A lump formed in Tristan''s throat, rendering him speechless in response to his father''s profound questions.
"It''s a difficult question, isn''t it?" William said with a knowing smile. "Is it right to take the life of an elderly man or a mother if their nation has waged a devastating war against you? Is it just to kill a child trying to defend his sister from invaders with nothing but a stone? Or to kill a soldier who fights on the front lines for the safety of his family and loved ones? What truly defines ''right''?"
Once again, Tristan found himself unable to articulate a response. He simply gazed at his father and sighed deeply.
"There is no definitive answer," William said, his smile turning gentle as he patted his son''s shoulder. "Every action we take is a choice, laden with its own set of fears and uncertainties. No one wants to be despised. So, what do you do? Do you cower in your palace, shunning the harshness of life and its decisions? Do you turn a blind eye and flee from responsibility? No. You confront these choices head-on, comprehend their repercussions, and accept them. That''s the essence of being a lord, of being a man."
Tristan''s eyes widened, then softened into a sad smile. "I''ve shown you a weak and ugly side, haven''t I? What kind of man falters before the stark reality?"
"A good man," William replied with a gentle smile. "Fear is not a flaw. A man who never experiences fear is a man who''s lost touch with his humanity."
At those words, Tristan''s smile broadened, the tightness in his chest easing, and his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Thank you, Father," he said, rising from his chair. "I won''t take up more of your time. I know you have a lot to prepare for your expedition tonight."
William chuckled warmly. "Enjoy the rest of your day."
With that, Tristan left his father''s study and ventured into the backyard. He picked up his sword and began his usual training regimen. Sword practice had always been Tristan''s refuge in times of confusion or contemplation. The rhythm of his swordplay brought him joy, momentarily freeing him from the burdens of the world.
Interlude 14 Part 2
After a rigorous two-hour training session, Tristan sheathed his sword and wiped the sweat from his face. He felt exhausted yet unburdened, as if the weight he had been carrying in his chest had dissolved along with his perspiration.
¡°Are you finished?¡± Oswald¡¯s voice emerged from the edge of the garden, announcing his presence. Observing Tristan, he raised an eyebrow. ¡°You seem more at ease now. Did you have a talk with your father?¡±
¡°I did,¡± Tristan replied, allowing a smile to form. ¡°He shared one of his stories, as he often does when I¡¯m troubled.¡±
¡°You''re fortunate,¡± Oswald shrugged. ¡°If I approached my father with my concerns, he''d probably just laugh me out of the room.¡±
Unsure how to respond, Tristan chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.
¡°Anyway, let''s change the subject,¡± Oswald suggested. ¡°How about we head to the city center? Some relaxation would be welcome after this week''s relentless battles.¡±
¡°Sure, that sounds like a great idea,¡± Tristan agreed with a nod.
Thus, the two of them exited the inner citadel and ventured into the main city. Strolling through a park, Oswald pointed to a purple flower near a tree. ¡°See that flower? It''s known for its medicinal properties. But I''ve heard that if you use it in cooking, it tastes amazing.¡±
¡°Really?¡± Tristan raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Oswald¡¯s claim. ¡°Has anyone actually tried that?¡±
"Yes, indeed, someone was adventurous enough to try it," Oswald chuckled. "Jasmine learned about it and now incorporates it into her dishes at her restaurant. Her meat pies, in particular, are a hit."
"Ah, that''s right, Jasmine did open her own place," Tristan nodded, recalling the establishment. "I wonder how it''s faring."
"It''s incredibly popular, especially among the knights who flock there after their shifts," Oswald informed him. "So, how about it? Fancy a visit?"
"That sounds good," Tristan replied, his brow furrowing slightly. "But shouldn''t we have made a reservation?"
"No worries, I''ve got us covered," Oswald laughed. "I thought you might need a change of scenery, so I went ahead and booked a table."
Appreciating his friend''s foresight, Tristan smiled. "Thanks, that''s very thoughtful of you."
"Don¡¯t mention it," Oswald dismissed with a wave of his hand.
The two navigated their way through the bustling city streets, eventually arriving at a building just a couple of blocks from the main plaza. The restaurant was bustling, filled mostly with knights and guards, and a few affluent merchants. Servers bustled between tables, their hands laden with plates of food.
Upon entering, Tristan looked around in admiration. Jasmine, the owner, promptly noticed their arrival and approached them.
"Your Grace, you''re most welcome here," she greeted with a modest bow. She then gestured towards the staircase. "I''ve reserved a special table for you on the upper floor, if you''ll follow me."
"Come on, Jasmine, no need for formalities with us," Tristan said with an easy smile as he and Oswald followed her upstairs.
Jasmine chuckled softly as they ascended the stairs. ¡°Your Grace, I must still respect your title. Besides, this is a public establishment, and appearances matter.¡±
Tristan understood her perspective and shrugged lightly. ¡°Personally, I don''t mind either way.¡±
Reaching the upper floor, they were greeted by a markedly different ambiance. The lower level exuded a high quality and a welcoming atmosphere, but the upper floor was steeped in luxury. The carpet, a rich blend of red and brown, was of exquisite quality. The clientele here was distinctly upscale - a mix of high-ranking knights, generals, and predominantly nobles.
¡°Your Grace, please, this way,¡± Jasmine led them to a table adjacent to the main window. She smiled as they settled in. ¡°I thought you might appreciate the view from here.¡±
Oswald couldn¡¯t help but express his awe as he took his seat, immediately drawn to the panoramic cityscape visible from the window. ¡°We can see almost the entire city from here!¡±
The city, rejuvenated after the full activation of its fortification system, stretched out before them. From their vantage point, Tristan could see the lush parks and the array of houses that comprised the cityscape. However, his gaze was primarily captivated by the four great statues that stood towering in the distance, their imposing figures dominating the skyline.
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As Tristan took his seat, Jasmine redirected their attention. ¡°I assume you''ve heard about our famous meat pies. Would you like me to order them for you? It''s on the house, of course.¡±
Tristan responded with a light protest. ¡°Jasmine, I am the eldest child of Ravenwood. I can afford my own meal.¡±
Jasmine, however, was adamant. ¡°Please, consider this a token of my gratitude,¡± she insisted. ¡°Your Grace has granted me a seat on the council and the first rights to bid on this restaurant. I would feel dishonored if I allowed you to pay.¡±
Finding it improper to push any further, Tristan relented with a sigh. ¡°Alright then, thank you.¡±
With Jasmine departing to place their order, Tristan and Oswald were left to converse in privacy.
Gazing out the window, Oswald reflected, ¡°This view really puts our efforts for the city into perspective. Our battles are what allow us to enjoy this peace.¡±
Tristan nodded in agreement, adding, ¡°It''s not just our efforts, but everyone''s. Yet, you¡¯re right. Without our defense, this peace wouldn¡¯t be possible. We must continue to grow stronger to safeguard it.¡±
Oswald chuckled softly, then turned to Tristan with a thoughtful expression. ¡°Speaking of strength, have you heard any updates about those dungeons?¡±
¡°The ones mentioned in the quests? No, I haven¡¯t heard anything new,¡± Tristan replied, shaking his head.
¡°I had a word with the old man receptionist in the main hall,¡± Oswald shared, stroking his chin. ¡°From what he said, I believe the dungeons might be located in the forest.¡±
Tristan¡¯s expression turned serious. ¡°That could be problematic. If they¡¯re near the outskirts, it¡¯s manageable. But if they''re deep within the forest, we risk encountering that red-furred beast and his formidable army.¡±
Oswald shuddered at the thought. ¡°That would be catastrophic. Even the weakest of his minions is stronger than our mightiest warrior. Facing him would mean certain doom.¡±
A momentary hush enveloped them, broken only when Tristan let out a light chuckle. "I don''t think he''ll attack us without provocation."
Oswald looked at him curiously. "What makes you say that?"
"He had the chance to kill us during our last encounter, yet he chose not to," Tristan explained with a shrug. "And from our brief conversation, he didn¡¯t strike me as someone who kills without reason. In an ideal world, coexisting with him would be a dream come true."
¡°Well, I cannot argue with that last part. It is definitely a dream,¡± Oswald laughed at the thought. "Coexisting with a monster? Now that''s a fantasy too wild to even consider."
"But what''s our alternative?" Tristan asked, his tone growing more earnest. "Do you honestly think we stand a chance against them in combat?"
Oswald faltered, struggling for a response. "Well, defeating them seems unlikely. But this idea of coexistence hinges not on our willingness, but on his. We know so little about him, his motives, or his ambitions."
"We¡¯ll cross that bridge when we reach it," Tristan said with a chuckle. "For now, just knowing that we can communicate and that he''s open to negotiations is a positive sign."
"You''re an eternal optimist," sighed Oswald.
At that moment, Jasmine returned with a servant carrying their plates. She set Tristan''s meat pie before him, and its aroma instantly tantalized his senses. The robust scent of spices blended harmoniously with the gentle aroma of baked wheat.
"It smells delicious," Tristan remarked appreciatively.
Jasmine responded with a light chuckle. "I assure you, it tastes even better than it smells." She gestured towards the plate. "Enjoy your meal. I''ll bring some refreshments for you shortly."
As Tristan savored the first bite, an intriguing blend of flavors cascaded over his palate. The meat was infused with a delicate sweetness and mellowness that balanced perfectly with the spice.
That must be the effect of the purple flower, Tristan thought, smiling at the culinary discovery.
The evening unfolded pleasantly as they dined, sipped wine, and engaged in light-hearted conversation. For what seemed like the first time in an age, Tristan felt the weight of his responsibilities lift, allowing him a rare moment of carefree enjoyment, free from thoughts of impending battles.
As they finished their meal and exited the restaurant, they were greeted by the night sky, adorned with two luminous moons.
¡°They look magnificent,¡± Tristan remarked, admiring the celestial spectacle.
¡°They certainly do,¡± agreed Oswald, clapping Tristan on the shoulder. ¡°Now, I must take my leave now. There''s a matter I need to attend to before heading home.¡±
¡°Stay safe,¡± Tristan nodded in parting.
The two went their separate ways, and as Tristan walked back towards the inner citadel, a slight buzz hummed in his head from the wine. In pre-apocalyptic times, such an amount would have likely rendered him unconscious, but now, whether due to his enhanced attributes or some other providence, he only felt mildly intoxicated.
Approaching his mansion, however, even in his slightly inebriated state, Tristan sensed something amiss. Servants scurried about with expressions of panic, and as the white noise in his head cleared, he picked up on the urgent calls echoing around him, indicating some sort of crisis or emergency at hand.
Sensing that something dire had occurred, Tristan quickly sobered up and intercepted a frantic servant darting past. ¡°What''s the commotion? Explain yourself,¡± he demanded.
The servant''s face blanched to a ghostly pale upon seeing Tristan. Stammering, he managed a feeble, ¡°Your... Your Grace,¡± but words seemed to desert him.
Tristan, increasingly alarmed by the servant''s demeanor, pressed for details. ¡°Speak up. What has transpired? I must know.¡±
Swallowing hard, the servant nodded, gathering his wits. ¡°Your Grace, as you might already be aware, your father was set to lead an expedition this afternoon,¡± he began, pausing to catch his breath, his expression etched with terror. ¡°However, he never appeared. We went to look for him at his study, but he was not there. We have been searching for him for hours, looking through every corner, but we couldn¡¯t find him. It¡¯s as if he has disappeared into thin air.¡±
Interlude 15
Soren¡¯s POV
The atmosphere in the hideout was fraught with tension as Soren made his way through the corridors. Members bustled around him, their movements sharp and purposeful during this critical period. Each individual was acutely aware of their responsibilities and the dire consequences of failure.
Approaching Nalia''s room, Soren noticed the flurry of activity diminish. This area was a sanctum, accessible only to those of the highest rank within their organization. He rapped lightly on Nalia''s door, and her voice, calm and authoritative, beckoned him inside.
Soren stepped into the room to find Nalia applying the final touches of makeup. Her meticulous attention to detail was fitting, given the importance of the upcoming meeting.
"How is William''s condition?" Nalia inquired, her gaze fixed on her reflection as she expertly applied her makeup.
"We''ve administered every known drug to him," Soren replied, lingering near the door. "He''s now unconscious in the Strongheart prison. It''s unlikely he''ll awaken for several days."
"Ensure he receives the drug concoction regularly," Nalia instructed with a stern tone. "Remember, he''s a first advancement warrior. His physiology is far from ordinary."
"We will adhere to your instructions," Soren affirmed with a nod. He paused, his expression turning contemplative. "However, I must question, my lady, why not simply eliminate him? Keeping him alive seems an unnecessary risk."
"You''re more ruthless than I had imagined," Nalia chuckled, her gaze shifting back to Soren. "However, we cannot eliminate him just yet. His soul is a vital component of our contingency plan."
Soren swallowed hard, a sense of unease gripping him. "So, you intend to sacrifice him to that... creature," he stated, the memory of the beast''s horrifying form causing his chest to tighten. "But wouldn''t it be more prudent to do so immediately?"
Nalia shook her head, her expression growing colder. "No, that would be unwise. His soul, strengthened by his unique class, is exceptionally potent. Sacrificing him now would prematurely awaken the creature, triggering a rampage that could jeopardize our entire scheme."
Soren nodded in understanding, though he found no comfort in discussing the monstrous entity.
"More pressing, what''s the current situation in the city? What''s the public response?" Nalia inquired, turning to face Soren as she finished her makeup. The joviality that usually graced her features was absent, replaced by a stern countenance.
"The information remains confined. For now, only the servants and the military are actively searching for him," Soren reported, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Our ruse has been successful. Tristan has fallen for our decoy, believing our fabricated witness who claimed the Lord was seen near the western gate. He''s now mobilizing a rescue operation, sparing no resources."
"What a naive young man," Nalia mused with a chuckle, settling into her seat. "How substantial is the rescue party he''s assembling? Who''s involved?"
"We don''t have complete details," Soren admitted with a sigh. "However, our estimates suggest it''s about fifty men strong. He''s also bringing along Oswald and General Henry."
Nalia''s eyes widened in astonishment at Soren''s report, and she erupted into laughter. "Could the gods be any more favorable to us? This is the perfect chance to eliminate all those who pose a threat to us." Her smile turned devilish, her eyes glinting with an icy resolve. "Annihilate them completely and obliterate their corpses. We''ll declare they were all slain by monsters. Who could possibly question that?"
"I will execute your commands," Soren affirmed with a measured nod. "Are you about to meet with the nobles?"
"Indeed, I must," Nalia replied, her laughter subsiding as she rose from her chair. "Their support is crucial for positioning Johannes as the puppet lord of Locksley."
Soren chuckled lightly in response. "As if they have any real choice in the matter."
Nalia offered no verbal reply, but her subtle smile conveyed her agreement. "I expect the Tristan issue to be resolved by the time I return."
"It will be," Soren assured her, standing aside as she passed by.
Left alone in Nalia''s room, Soren exhaled deeply. He closed his eyes, gathering his composure, and when he reopened them, his expression was steely and resolute.
I''m sorry, Tristan. I hardly know you, but as an obstacle to our plans, your demise is inevitable.
With that, Soren departed Nalia''s room to assemble his team. Leading the charge alongside Ragnar, and backed by thirty assassins on the brink of class advancement, their success seemed certain. They stealthily exited the hideout, making their way towards the Western Gate to lie in wait for Tristan and his forces.
"They''re here," Soren whispered urgently as the main gates creaked open. Tristan led the search party of fifty men, flanked by General Henry on his right and Oswald Strongheart on his left. Determination etched Tristan''s features, but Soren discerned a shadow of grief lurking beneath.
"We should ambush them as soon as they enter the forest," Ragnar suggested, a wild grin spreading across his face. "I''m curious to see the expression on that mama''s boy as he draws his last breath."
"We won''t," Soren firmly countered, shaking his head. "Nalia''s orders were clear: it must appear as though monsters were responsible. Attacking too close to the city is too great a risk."
"You''re a coward," Ragnar sneered, but Soren ignored the jibe. This mission was of paramount importance, and he was determined not to leave anything to chance. He resolved to strike only when they were sufficiently far from the city to ensure no chance of escape.
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As Tristan''s party ventured deeper into the forest, Soren raised his hand in signal. "They''re moving. Let''s follow."
Soren and his men trailed the party into the forest. Agile and swift, Soren leaped from one tree branch to another, maintaining a distance of at least a couple of hundred meters behind Tristan. His men, moving on foot, followed his lead.
Fifteen minutes into the pursuit, Tristan''s group halted to broaden their search. They scrutinized every hidden corner and crevice. Soren signaled his men to pause.
We''re far enough from the city. The time to strike is now.
Yet, just as he was about to issue the command, a tumultuous uproar erupted deep within the forest. A thunderous rumbling, reminiscent of dozens of colossal beasts charging, resonated from Tristan''s position.
The source of the tumult soon revealed itself, sending a shiver of dread through Soren.
"Who dares to trespass in my domain?" The voice boomed, belonging to a figure Soren knew all too well. Emerging from the dense foliage was Thorian, the Monster King, a kobold of immense stature. His fur, a dazzling array of colors, shimmered with a regal aura.
Why is he here? Soren''s mind raced, his heart pounding like war drums. He remained motionless, keenly aware that any movement might spell his doom.
"Who are you?" Tristan''s voice, laced with apprehension, broke the heavy silence. However, as he spoke, a horde of monsters, diverse in size and form, emerged alongside Thorian. They continued to appear from the underbrush, seemingly endless.
"We are searching for my father," Tristan managed to utter, his voice barely audible as his men, gripped by fear, fumbled with their weapons.
"You invade my forest with an army and expect me to believe that pitiful excuse? Do you think me a fool?" Thorian''s advance was accompanied by an unleashing of his formidable mana, its oppressive force causing half of Tristan''s men to collapse in despair.
"Now, you face two choices," Thorian declared, conjuring a blazing aura around himself, its intense heat scorching the surrounding foliage. "Either you all perish in my inferno, or hand over your leader and the rest of you may flee back to whence you came." His tone turned even colder as he fixed his gaze on Tristan. "What will it be, young man?"
Before Tristan could respond, Oswald erupted in defiance. "Die, you monster!" he bellowed. His body was enveloped in a green aura, which converged on his spear. With a fierce war cry, he charged at Thorian, spear aimed to impale.
General Henry, spurred by Oswald''s audacious assault, drew his weapon and joined the fray. Together, they charged at Thorian in a desperate bid for survival.
"How pitiful," Thorian murmured, extinguishing his flames. As Oswald reached him, Thorian effortlessly snapped the spear in two with a single strike of his palm, leaving Oswald in stunned disbelief. Thorian then seized him by the neck and hoisted him high into the air.
Simultaneously, Forlune intercepted General Henry, propelling him back towards his troops with a powerful kick. The impact shattered both the general''s armor and ribs. Blood trickled from his mouth, his eyes rolling back in agony.
"Wait!" The sight spurred Tristan into action. With a determined gaze, he stepped forward. "I am the leader of these men. You only require my life. Please, release my friend."
After a tense standoff, Thorian relented, hurling Oswald''s body a dozen feet into the air, where he landed amidst his comrades.
Thorian approached Tristan, smoothly drawing the young man''s sword from its scabbard. "Any last words?" he asked.
Tristan nodded, casting a final look at his men. He steadied his breath and spoke with resolve, "Please return to the city and protect it."
Oswald, gasping for air, reached out feebly towards his friend. "Tristan... no..."
Tristan offered Oswald a reassuring smile, then turned to face Thorian with a grave expression.
With a respectful nod, Thorian lifted the sword high. "Your courage is commendable. Rest assured, you will depart this world knowing your men are safe. I vow not to let anything harm them until they reach the city."
Soren, concealed in his vantage point, felt a strange resonance with Thorian''s words, as if they were somehow meant for him. His heart raced, and he scanned the surroundings for any signs of threat. To his relief, the monsters'' attention was solely fixed on their king.
I''m getting too paranoid, he thought, attempting to steady his nerves. With my level of stealth, he can''t possibly detect me.
His gaze returned to Thorian just in time to witness the gruesome scene. Thorian''s blade sliced through Tristan, from torso to stomach, unleashing a torrent of blood. Tristan crumpled to his knees, writhing in agony, blood gurgling from the grievous wound.
Thorian then retreated a step and cast a spell, encasing Tristan in a dome of earth. "I will not make your death a spectacle," he declared, raising his hand to conjure a massive fireball. The intense flames devoured everything in their path, scorching the surrounding trees to cinders.
"No!" In a burst of desperation, Oswald staggered to his feet, his eyes burning with fury at Thorian. Infusing his spear with a surge of green aura, he roared, "You will not take his life!"
As Oswald charged headlong at Thorian, the Monster King exhaled a weary sigh. "You only prolong your suffering."
With a swift, effortless kick to the stomach, Thorian sent Oswald hurtling back, his eyes rolling back as he flew through the air, crashing amongst his fellow soldiers.
As Oswald lay unconscious, Thorian unleashed his massive fireball towards the earthen dome imprisoning Tristan.
Boom!
The explosion sent flames roaring skyward, scattering flaming debris in a dangerous ballet around the terrified bystanders. Amidst the inferno''s wrath, Tristan''s figure was indistinguishable, lost within the voracious flames.
While the fiery spectacle raged, Thorian, flanked by his monstrous entourage, advanced towards the trembling human soldiers. Their hands shook, rendering them incapable of effectively wielding their weapons.
"As promised to your leader, I shall not harm any of you, provided you do not attack," Thorian announced, his voice offering a cold reassurance. "Return to your city. We will escort you to its gates, ensuring no creature dares to harm you."
Despite Thorian''s words, the human soldiers remained paralyzed with fear. Hastily, they gathered the unconscious forms of Oswald and Henry, fleeing towards the city as if pursued by the very fires of hell.
Thorian watched them go, then turned to address his army with a sigh. "Ensure a few of our kind escort them safely. Our task here is complete."
With his command, several monsters broke away to shadow the human soldiers, while Thorian and the bulk of his forces retreated towards their village. Left in their wake were the dwindling flames that had engulfed Tristan, a grim testament to the day''s brutal events.
"To think that monster did our work for us," Ragnar chortled, emerging from his hiding spot in the shrubbery. By now, ten minutes had elapsed since Thorian''s departure.
"Keep your voice down," Soren cautioned sharply. "We''re still deep in enemy territory."
With a graceful leap, he descended from his perch on the branch and motioned for the rest of his assassins to emerge.
"Let''s inspect what remains of Tristan," Soren said, advancing towards the remnants of the blaze. With a deft wave of his hand, he conjured a gust of wind that swept away most of the lingering flames.
Where Tristan had been, there was nothing but charred bones and molten metal. Any trace of skin or flesh had been obliterated.
"Definitely dead," Ragnar chuckled, almost with glee. "That has to be the easiest job I''ve ever done."
Chapter 147: Shadows Seeping
Thorian¡¯s POV
One Hour Prior
As Thorian practiced his Earth Spikes and Water Prison, Alacritas rushed toward him, his face etched with urgency. "My lord, a grave situation has unfolded in Locksley."
The stressed timbre of Alacritas''s voice brought Thorian''s training to a halt. He turned, concern furrowing his brow. "Steady yourself and recount precisely what transpired."
With a nod, Alacritas began, "William Ravenwood, the Lord of the city, has mysteriously vanished. Despite hours of relentless search, the army has yet to uncover his whereabouts."
Thorian felt his heart stutter at the news, yet before he could articulate a response, Alacritas pressed on. "His son, Tristan, is currently assembling a search party, having received information that the Lord was last seen near our side of the forest."
"Is that so?" Thorian''s eyebrow arched in intrigue. "Have any of our own witnessed him?"
Regrettably, Alacritas shook his head. "No, my lord. To our knowledge, he simply disappeared without a trace."
Absorbing the gravity of the situation, Thorian''s gaze fell to the ground in contemplation. "This reeks of Nalia''s involvement. She alone possesses the means to make him vanish with such ease."
His reasoning leading him to a dire hypothesis, Thorian looked up sharply, a question burning in his eyes. "You mentioned someone informed Tristan about his father being spotted near the forest, correct? Do we have any idea who this informant might be?"
"No, his identity remains a mystery," Alacritas admitted, his head shaking with uncertainty. "All we know is that he''s an elderly man, seemingly a mere civilian."
Thorian''s response was a sigh of exasperation. "Such an obvious ploy, yet that fool is blindly marching into it," he muttered, his frustration palpable as he bit his lower lip in thought. "I see through Nalia''s scheme now. She aims to dethrone the Ravenwood lineage, installing her pawns in power while she orchestrates from the shadows. In doing so, she''d wield absolute control over the city and its assets, sidestepping the turmoil tied to her illegitimate claim."
Alacritas, understanding the gravity of Thorian''s insights, nodded in agreement. "What of Tristan, my lord? If he''s walking into a trap, does this mean that Nalia will ambush him?"
"Exactly," Thorian confirmed with a weary sigh. "As William''s rightful successor, Tristan stands as a thorn in their side, difficult to manipulate. Their best course is to eliminate him under the guise of an unfortunate encounter with the forest''s beasts."
Alacritas acknowledged this grim analysis with a nod. "What are our orders, my lord? I stand ready to execute your will."
"Summon Forlune, Zogarth, and the remaining council members. Have them convene at the Village Hall," Thorian commanded, urgency lacing his voice. "Time is of the essence."
With a determined nod, Alacritas set off to gather the council, his steps quickening as he moved to carry out Thorian''s orders throughout the village.
After Alacritas''s departure, Thorian found himself ensconced in solitude, his mind a whirlwind of strategy and concern. Nalia, your ambitions will not go unchecked. Yet, engaging in open conflict with you now would be decidedly ill-advised, Thorian pondered, his brows knitting together in concentration. This situation demands a delicate approach.
Realizing the urgency of swift action, Thorian reached out through the psychic bond he shared with his ally. "Harald, I need to mobilize a significant portion of our forces beyond the village boundaries."
Harald''s response, deep and resolute, echoed in Thorian''s mind. "I assume you''re involving me in this conversation to oversee the village''s defense in your absence."
A nod, unseen but understood, was Thorian''s reply. "Indeed. I need someone who is strong and trustworthy to keep the village safe. Knowing you stand guard, I can address these pressing issues without the shadow of concern for our village''s safety."
"I grasp the weight of your request," Harald assured. "Proceed with your plans without any worry. The village shall remain safe under my watch."
A smile of gratitude graced Thorian''s features. "Thank you, Harald. You are always very reliable."
With reassurances exchanged and his mind somewhat eased, Thorian traversed the village pathways, his thoughts racing ahead to the meeting. As he neared the Village Hall, a familiar presence drew his attention.
¡°Ah, Thorian, I was looking for you,¡± Nox approached with a jovial air, his smile broad. Yet, the gravity of Thorian''s demeanor didn''t escape him, prompting a shift in his expression. ¡°Did something happen? You look very concerned.¡±
Not wishing to dampen Nox''s spirits, Thorian lightly dismissed the inquiry. "It''s a matter of little consequence," he deflected, steering the conversation towards Nox''s recent endeavors. "And you? Has Whisperwind taught you about the arts of Shadow Manipulation?"
With enthusiasm, Nox confirmed, "Indeed, he has. He also let me buy a compatible skill with it. Wait, let me show it to you."
With a grin, Nox executed a swift leap, his form seamlessly merging with the shadows on the ground, vanishing from sight entirely.
"I am here," Nox''s voice came unexpectedly from behind, his hand lightly tapping Thorian''s shoulder.
Startled by Nox''s sudden reappearance, Thorian spun around, his eyebrows knitting together in bewilderment. "How did you manage that? I saw no sign of your movement."
¡°Shadow Transportation," Nox revealed with a laugh. "Master Whisperwind described it as briefly going to another realm, only to come back from a nearby shadow."
Thorian''s eyes widened in appreciation. "That''s an exceptionally useful ability. It could prove invaluable to us."
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"I thought you might find it interesting," Nox said, his smile lingering. Then, lowering his voice, he pressed, "Now, will you tell me what''s been weighing on you, Thorian?"
With a heavy sigh, Thorian opened up. "The situation is quite complex. Nalia, the one who nearly ended your life, has initiated a coup in the neighboring city. She''s now after the city lord''s son, aiming to eliminate any rightful heirs. We must intervene to protect him."
"That sounds straightforward enough," Nox replied with determination. "Why not simply just go and defeat those people right now?"
Thorian let out a light chuckle at Nox''s simplicity. "The matter is more intricate than it appears. However, we will act promptly."
As Thorian''s gaze shifted past Nox, he noticed Forlune and the council members approaching. With a knowing smile, he remarked, "And by promptly, I mean this very moment."
Thus, Thorian, with his council and fifty of their elite warriors, made their way toward the outer gate. Glancing sideways, he posed a question to Alacritas. "William has another son besides Tristan, correct?"
"Yes, my lord," Alacritas affirmed with a nod. "He has a son named James Ravenwood."
"He, too, is at risk," Thorian declared with a sense of urgency. "I need you to ensure his safety immediately. Make it appear as though they fled in fear for their lives."
"Understood, my lord," Alacritas replied, prepared for the task at hand. "I shall head to Locksley without delay."
With those final instructions, Alacritas vanished into the woods, swiftly navigating from one tree branch to another.
Meanwhile, Thorian was deep in contemplation about Tristan''s predicament. To convince Nalia her plan has succeeded, I must feign Tristan''s death. But the execution of such a deceit... how shall it be done? he pondered.
As the solution dawned upon him, a sly smirk spread across Thorian''s face, accompanied by a chuckle of satisfaction. Yet, as he looked at Elder Omn, he wondered about the repercussions of his plan on his allies.
Deciding to address these concerns directly, Thorian beckoned the elder. "Do you require my counsel, my lord?" Elder Omn inquired, taken aback by the summon.
"I seek your perspective on a particular strategy," Thorian explained. "Would you or your kin object to the slaying of a hobgoblin during our mission to aid the humans?"
Elder Omn responded with a dismissive shrug and a chuckle. "In our skirmishes with other tribes, such acts are commonplace. I doubt any of our folk would bat an eye over it."
"Excellent, that simplifies matters considerably," Thorian acknowledged with a nod, then turned to his general. "Forlune, come here."
Heeding his lord''s call, Forlune, the Celestial Kobold Champion, stepped forward.
"I need you to locate and eliminate a hobgoblin with haste. Make sure that the deed is done cleanly and bring the body back here," Thorian commanded.
Puzzlement etched Forlune''s features, yet he nodded in agreement. "I am assuming that you a plan in mind. Is that right, my lord?"
"There is a plan," Thorian confirmed with a nod. "But time is of the utmost importance."
Grasping the urgency, Forlune vanished into the forest, his form cloaked in an aura that allowed him to traverse the terrain with the speed of lightning.
With Forlune dispatched on his grim mission, Thorian beckoned Nox closer to share the intricate details of his strategy.
"Think you''re up for this?" Thorian inquired once he had laid out his plan.
Nox responded with a nonchalant shrug and a chuckle, "Shouldn''t be too hard. But, I must admit, your plan is very creative. It never would have crossed my mind."
"It is only possible because of your unique skill," Thorian acknowledged, sharing in the laughter.
Shortly thereafter, Forlune made his return, bearing the lifeless body of a hobgoblin. Handing over the corpse to Nox, the assembly of monstrous warriors then set off towards Locksley with astonishing velocity.
It wasn''t long before the clamor of human voices reached Thorian''s ears. He raised a hand, signaling for a momentary pause. "Hold," he commanded softly.
Before advancing, Thorian employed both Elemental Sight and Predator¡¯s Gaze, surveying the surroundings. His enhanced vision immediately unveiled the silhouettes of assassins lurking at a considerable distance from Tristan and his guards, poised for an ambush. Fortuitous timing on our part, Thorian noted to himself.
Without further delay, he made his way through the underbrush, emerging boldly before the humans. "Who dares to trespass in my domain?" he thundered, augmenting his voice with mana to resonate more profoundly.
The reaction from the humans was as expected: a mixture of fear, bewilderment, and confusion painted their faces. Amidst the general disarray, a single young man found the courage to respond, while his companions succumbed to their fears.
"We are searching for my father," came Tristan''s firm reply. Thorian nearly let slip a chuckle at the sight of the young warrior''s valor, reminiscent of his acquaintance, William.
Yet, Thorian was bound by the guise he had donned, tasked with convincing a hidden audience of his ruthlessness. He presented Tristan with a dire choice: face collective demise or sacrifice himself alone.
As Thorian flaunted his overwhelming might, a second youth rose to challenge him.
"Die, you monster!" Oswald charged, his defiance bold yet futile against Thorian''s superior speed. Thorian took a moment to appraise Oswald, noting the young man''s fiery red hair and deep brown eyes. Could this be Johannessen''s offspring? Thorian mused, intrigued by the stark contrast between Oswald''s valor and his father''s unscrupulous nature.
Aware of the Strongheart lineage''s ties to Nalia, Thorian recognized an opportunity to shift the balance of power. Effortlessly, he neutralized Oswald''s attack, snapping the spear and seizing him by the throat.
In a whisper meant only for Oswald, Thorian imparted a cryptic assurance. "Your friend will emerge unscathed. Be wary of your own family. Expect my communication shortly."
Oswald''s features contorted with confusion, his breaths shallow as he grappled with Thorian''s words. Yet, Thorian could divulge no more. Under the watchful eyes of Nalia''s spies, he had to tread carefully, ensuring not to arouse undue suspicion. Thus, with a calculated motion, he threw Oswald, sending him tumbling back among his allies.
After Forlune dispatched General Henry, Thorian approached Tristan, offering him the opportunity to utter his "final words." Following this solemn moment, Thorian delivered a strategic slash with his sword, a maneuver designed to maintain the illusion of combat and ensure the hidden assassins harbored no suspicions.
As he encapsulated Tristan within an earthen dome, Thorian exchanged a glance with Nox, signaling the commencement of their intricate ruse. Concealed amidst the foliage, Nox leveraged his shadow manipulation to slip into the dome alongside the hobgoblin''s corpse, tasked with exchanging the garments of Tristan and the deceased.
To buy Nox the necessary time for this delicate operation, Thorian engaged in an elaborate display of theatrics.
¡°I shall not make of your death a spectacle,¡± Thorian raised his hand and started conjuring his flames slowly.
¡°No!¡± Oswald, spurred by confusion and a singular resolve to protect his friend, rose to confront Thorian once more. "You will not take his life!"
Seizing this moment, Thorian allowed Oswald to draw near, only to repel him back toward his comrades with a calculated kick.
Hopefully, that provided you sufficient time, Nox, Thorian thought, confident in his companion''s efficacy.
In a silent affirmation of Thorian''s hopes, the mana signatures of both Nox and Tristan vanished from within the dome, leaving behind only the hobgoblin''s body.
Now, it¡¯s finally time to end this farce.
Harnessing a significant portion of his mana, Thorian summoned a fireball of unparalleled magnitude. Opting for raw fire manipulation over conventional spellcasting allowed him to infuse the projectile with an overwhelming surge of power.
With precision, Thorian hurled the colossal fireball toward the earth dome, igniting it in a spectacular blaze designed to mask the culmination of their scheme.
Chapter 148: The Wheel Turns
With Tristan''s battered form cradled in Nox¡¯s arms, Thorian and his warriors hastily withdrew to Wolvendale. Upon reaching the village''s outer defenses, Thorian pivoted towards Vigil, urgency etched in his tone, "Heal him. He''s losing too much blood."
Acknowledging Thorian''s command with a grave nod, Vigil approached Nox, who was holding the wounded Tristan. Placing his hand gently atop Tristan''s brow, Vigil invoked a healing spell. A radiant glow enveloped Tristan, knitting his severe wounds together as they miraculously began to heal.
Tristan, roused by a fit of coughing, blinked open his eyes, confusion clouding his gaze as he surveyed the array of creatures that encircled him. "What... What''s happening?"
"All will be made clear in time," Thorian assured, his smile warm and inviting as he motioned towards the gates of Wolvendale. "First, let us find shelter within these walls."
Recognition dawned in Tristan''s eyes as they settled on Thorian. "You''re that monster," he murmured, disbelief creeping into his voice as he took in the sight Thorian pointed to¡ªa village teeming with beings of myth. "A village... of monsters?"
"Indeed," Thorian responded with a light chuckle, signaling for the guards to usher them through. "Let''s find a more fitting place to talk."
However, Tristan paid no attention to Thorian''s words. His gaze flitted anxiously among the monsters encircling him, each one more menacing than the last.
"Do you wish to flee?" Thorian inquired, his question catching Tristan off guard and laying bare his inner turmoil. "You may, should you choose to. But be forewarned, returning to your city now would seal your fate."
"Are you threatening to kill me?" Tristan''s voice was icy, his stare drilling into Thorian with a defiance that seemed to reach into the very depths of his soul.
Zogarth, witnessing this boldness, grumbled disapprovingly, "Such insolence. To address our lord in this manner after everything we''ve undertaken on your behalf."
"Let it be," Thorian signaled for his general to stand down with a wave of his hand. "He is unaware of the full context."
"And what might that be?" Tristan''s brow creased in confusion.
"As I''ve mentioned, this isn''t the place for explanations," Thorian sighed, weary of the back and forth. "So, what is it to be? Will you flee, or are you prepared to uncover the truth?"
Faced with this stark choice, Tristan''s expression turned grim, his complexion ashen. He muttered his decision, albeit reluctantly. "It seems I''m bereft of any real choice."
Taking Tristan''s acquiescence as sufficient, Thorian guided them towards the heart of Wolvendale. The moment their immediate task was deemed complete, the lesser members of their party dispersed to their various duties, leaving only the core council to accompany Thorian to the Village Hall for detailed discussions.
As they made their way, Tristan was a mixture of awe and apprehension. The ingenuity of the creatures around him was astonishing, yet the proximity of such formidable beings sent tremors of fear through him, evident in his unsteady hands.
Upon their arrival at the Village Hall, Zogarth, concealing his discomfort, announced his departure. "I will remain outside to await the return of those who accompanied the human forces, in case those assassins have dared to interfere."
"Of course, you do that," Forlune replied, barely concealing his amusement. It was evident to all that Zogarth sought any pretext to avoid entering the Hall, given his inability to do so.
"Assassins?" Tristan interjected, his confusion palpable. "What assassins are you referring to?"
"You are truly unaware," Forlune exhaled, a mix of frustration and pity in his voice. "Come, let us go inside. Our lord will soon clarify everything."
With a wary nod, Tristan followed Thorian into the Village Hall, and the group made their way to the meeting room upstairs. They gathered around the table, leaving only the chair Zogarth once occupied vacant. Tristan hesitantly took a seat in it, his nerves apparent.
"Before we proceed, there is something you must understand," Thorian began, locking eyes with Tristan. "You and your comrades were on the brink of death tonight. Nalia''s assassins had been shadowing your march from Locksley."
"You speak of assassins again, but how could you know about them?" Tristan echoed, his fingers clenching into a fist. "From what I¡¯ve seen, you¡¯re the one who has attacked me and my men. You almost killed me."
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"Mind your manners, young man," Forlune chided sharply. "That is no way to speak to a lord, especially not to the one who just saved your life."
Even as Forlune starred daggers at him, Tristan remained steadfast, his eyes never breaking contact. "How did you save my life? By slashing my chest open? By mercilessly beating my friends and men? Is that what you consider saving?"
¡°I¡¯m going to kill him,¡± Forlune¡¯s eyes flared as he raised his hand, ready to strike, but Thorian calmly stopped him.
¡°Don¡¯t escalate the situation,¡± Thorian halted Forlune with his hand, making the latter grumble and sit back down on his seat.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Thorian looked back at Tristan. ¡°I am sorry for having handled you roughly. But the fact of the matter is that we were under Nalia¡¯s assassins watchful eyes. Had I not made your death convincing, a war would have started. One that would have undoubtedly destroyed Locksley.¡±
Hearing Thorian¡¯s soothing voice, Tristan felt awkward. His eyes were still fidgety and his fists still clenched, but after letting a deep breath, he calmed himself. ¡°I am still very much confused. How did you know that we were trailed by assassins? And how do you know about Nalia?¡±
"That is more than understandable," Thorian conceded with a gentle smile. "To address your earlier question, we have our sources within Locksley. We were informed of your father''s mysterious disappearance and the alleged clue you pursued."
Thorian''s tone then adopted a chilling edge, "That clue, however, was a deceit concocted by Nalia''s men. By all means, that trap should have killed you and all of your men. Given your level of power, surviving an attack from those assassins would have been impossible."
Tristan''s face flushed with mortification at the realization. He looked down, not daring to meet anyone¡¯s eyes as he stammered, ¡°I¡ I don¡¯t know what to say. The thought of an ambush just never crossed my mind."
Seeking to spare Tristan further discomfort, Thorian steered the conversation in a new direction. "Do you understand why you were targeted for assassination?"
Lifting his gaze, still tinged with shame, Tristan ventured, "Is it because I am the eldest son of the Lord of Locksley?"
"Exactly," Thorian affirmed. "As the heir apparent to the Lordship of Locksley, you would naturally be the next obstacle for whoever seeks to undermine your family. After William, you would be their next target."
Tristan''s expression turned grave, but it was quickly replaced by a look of sheer panic. "Wait, if that''s the case, then my brother James is in peril! He''s the next in line after me."
Forlune couldn''t help but let out a chuckle at Tristan''s realization, whereas Thorian offered a reassuring smile. "Worry not, I''ve already dispatched my men to ensure your brother''s safety. He will be joining us shortly."
"You... you already took action?" Tristan''s face registered shock, his mouth hanging open momentarily before he shook his head, bewildered. "How do you possess such detailed knowledge? You are more informed about the happenings in my own city than I am."
"The key difference lies in knowing exactly what to look for, while you don¡¯t," Thorian explained. "This insight comes with experience."
Tristan couldn''t help but self-mockingly chuckle. "I''m truly foolish. General Henry cautioned me repeatedly against haste, yet I still rushed into the search. My recklessness could have doomed us all."
Thorian let out a heavy sigh, acknowledging Tristan''s self-critique. "While I can''t dispute your assessment, I admire your courage. Not many humans would face their mortality with such dignity."
Even though Thorian praised him, Tristan did not look happy. With a dejected smile, he shook his head. "Thank you, but I¡¯m really lost here. Today has just been one shock after the other."
Observing Tristan''s fragile demeanor, Thorian regarded him with a mix of sympathy and respect. The young man had not only lost his father but also nearly led those he cherished into peril in his desperate quest for answers. For someone barely into his twenties, the sheer resolve to maintain composure rather than succumbing to despair was commendable.
Thorian, with a deep sigh, made his intentions clear to Tristan. "I want you to understand something vital¡ªyour adversary is also ours. Nalia''s downfall will be by our hands."
"We shall tear her to pieces," Forlune added with a dark grumble.
Still in a down mood, Tristan looked up in mild confusion. "I appreciate your support, but why would you help us? Has she wronged you in any way?"
Forlune couldn''t contain his laughter at the question, his booming chuckles filling the room as the rest of the kobolds appeared ready for battle. "Wronged us?" he echoed, amusement lacing his tone.
"She has done far more than simply wrong us," Thorian explained, his laughter mingling with Forlune''s. "She launched an assault against us with a force of over two thousand humans, all brainwashed to fight for her cause. She killed many of our men, and caused deep grief."
Thorian''s gaze then drifted to Nox, who had remained quiet throughout the discussion. Catching Thorian''s look, Nox merely shrugged, offering a wry smile in return.
Encouraged by Nox''s laid-back reaction, Thorian returned the smile before addressing Tristan, who seemed to be digesting the new information. "We did neutralize the humans who attacked us, but Nalia was not among the fallen. As the mastermind of the assault, we will not rest in peace until she, and her entire network, are eradicated."
Tristan took in a deep breath before declaring, "Our objectives align, then," He then straightened his posture, reclaiming a measure of his composure. "But what happens after Nalia''s downfall? What are your plans for the aftermath?"
At Tristan''s pointed inquiry, Thorian''s response was tinged with mirth. "Much will depend on how your people react. Should you prove to be reasonable, we will reciprocate. My goal is not the decimation of your kind afterall. If it was, then there were many opportunities for me to completely destroy Locksley."
Tristan exhaled a sigh of relief, his gaze meeting Thorian''s with newfound resolve. "If your words are true, and you did indeed save me, then I owe you a debt of life. As long as you treat my people with respect, I shall do the same to yours."
Chapter 149: Brothers by Debt
Hearing Tristan''s firm declaration, Thorian allowed a smile to grace his features. "I appreciate that," he acknowledged. Noticing Tristan''s hands still betrayed his nervousness, Thorian deemed it best to conclude their conversation. "Given we''ve covered all necessary ground, I propose we bring this meeting to a close. Tonight, you will be my guest."
Tristan released a sigh of relief at Thorian''s words. "Thank you," he expressed, his gratitude palpable.
With that, Thorian rose, signaling the end of their assembly. The remaining council members dispersed, leaving the village behind as they headed towards Thorian''s residence. Along the way, Tristan''s curiosity surfaced. "I''ve been meaning to ask¡ªwere these houses constructed by your people?"
Thorian shook his head in response. "No, they were not," he clarified, casting a glance back at Tristan. "Do you recall the reconstruction of Locksley''s buildings after you activated the fortress system? Our domain operates under a similar principle."
Tristan''s eyebrows lifted in surprise. "You''re familiar with the fortress system as well?" He quickly dismissed his own astonishment. "I suppose I should have anticipated that."
Thorian''s smile widened at Tristan''s realization, and he continued to lead the way to his abode, which was unmistakably marked by Harald''s imposing presence near the entrance.
Upon arriving, Tristan eyed Harald warily, an understandable reaction given the creature''s daunting size compared to his own.
"Do not fear," Thorian reassured him gently. "This is Harald, my companion. He means you no harm."
Tristan acknowledged Thorian''s assurance with a nod, yet as soon as Thorian opened the door and stepped inside, Tristan hastened to follow, eager to put some distance between himself and the formidable beast.
Thorian chuckled softly at Tristan''s apprehensive demeanor as he led him into the house. "This is the living room, where you''ll be spending the night," he explained.
Tristan nodded in acknowledgment and settled onto one of the couches. Across from him, Thorian expressed regret. "I apologize for our sparse provisions. Our lifestyle is such that we consume only what we hunt."
"That''s perfectly fine," Tristan replied, shaking his head. "I''m not particularly hungry at the moment, anyway."
An uncomfortable silence fell between them, lingering until Thorian made a move to rise. Just then, Tristan broke the silence. "So, what''s the plan from here? Any idea when I can return home?"
"You''re currently presumed dead within Locksley," Thorian revealed with a heavy sigh. "While I have no desire to detain you against your wishes, returning now would leave you defenseless against Nalia."
Tristan''s brow furrowed in concern. "Is she truly that formidable? I would have thought that with my forces alert, she couldn''t freely exert her will."
"You gravely underestimate her capabilities," Thorian warned gently. "Her strength is such that even I must exercise caution around her."
"How is that conceivable?" Tristan expressed his disbelief, his eyebrow arching. "I''ve witnessed your magic firsthand; its power is unmatched. Had you desired, Locksley could have been reduced to ashes."
"Nalia''s magic is deceptively complex," Thorian sighed deeply. "Recall the assault on my village a week ago, carried out by thousands? After their demise, she seized their souls, bending them to her will."
Upon hearing Thorian''s revelation, Tristan''s eyes widened in disbelief. "She can claim the souls of the dead? How is such dark magic even possible?"
Thorian shook his head, the weight of uncertainty in his voice. "I''m not privy to the full mechanics of it, but it''s connected to a quest she completed and the ring she possesses. That ring is her vault for those ensnared souls."
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Tristan exhaled deeply, his dismay evident. "To imagine quests of such nature exist...the gods must indeed harbor a cruel streak." Pausing, he then asked, "By claiming and utilizing these souls, does that mean she can resurrect them as an army?"
"That''s one of her possible uses, but it''s not my primary concern. If it were merely about raising an undead army, I could handle it; I''ve vanquished those souls once before," Thorian said, his face hardening with gravity. "The real issue lies in her ability to consume those souls, absorbing a portion of their power temporarily."
Tristan''s skepticism was clear. "That sounds relatively insignificant. How much stronger could she possibly become by consuming those souls?"
After a brief pause, Thorian replied, "Should she exploit all the souls she''s collected, her attributes could temporarily exceed a staggering 400."
Tristan laughed nervously, hoping for a hint of jest. "That must be an exaggeration, right?" His laughter faded under Thorian''s silent, solemn gaze, and the gravity of the situation sank in.
"But that''s unfathomable," Tristan whispered, struggling to accept the truth. "No human could attain such levels; that''s the realm of deities."
"Exactly," Thorian affirmed with a grave nod. "Which is why I exercise extreme caution in my dealings with her. Facing such a force leaves no margin for error."
"How can she be defeated, then?" Tristan asked, his confusion morphing into concern. "I can''t conceive of a strategy that would suffice."
"There is a strategy," Thorian disclosed, a glimmer of hope in his voice. "If I can achieve my second advancement before she further amplifies her power, we stand a chance of overcoming her. It will, however, require the concerted efforts of my elite troops to hold her at bay for the duration of her skill''s effect."
Tristan regarded Thorian with a blend of admiration and skepticism. "Are your forces truly capable of such a feat?" he questioned. "Forgive my doubt, but the notion of contending with such overwhelming power is difficult to grasp."
"By sheer strength, we would indeed be at a disadvantage," Thorian conceded. "Yet, there''s an aspect you''re unaware of. Advancing to the second class level bestows an ultimate skill. Despite its lengthy cooldown, this skill can significantly enhance your power beyond usual limits."
Tristan''s interest piqued at this revelation. "Such abilities exist?" he queried, his skepticism giving way to curiosity. "And you believe that with this ultimate skill, you can challenge Nalia, even in her divine state?"
"I hold onto that belief," Thorian affirmed, his confidence unwavering until a sudden realization caused him to pause, a chill running through him. This can''t be right. If I''ve deduced the limitations of Nalia''s skill, she, too, must be acutely aware. Given her meticulous nature, it''s improbable she''d depend solely on that ability. She must know the vulnerability it exposes her to afterward.
"Is something amiss?" Tristan''s voice pulled Thorian from his contemplation, his expression a mixture of concern and apprehension.
Thorian, momentarily lost in thought, acknowledged the possibility of an unforeseen variable. "I was contemplating the likelihood that she has another ace up her sleeve," he confessed, the concern evident in his tone. Redirecting his attention to Tristan, he inquired, "Have you noticed anything unusual lately?"
Tristan raised an eyebrow, reflecting on the question. "Indeed, everything lately has been peculiar. From the emergence of monsters to everything else, ''strange'' hardly begins to cover the recent turn of events."
Hearing Tristan''s clarification, Thorian exhaled a thoughtful sigh. "I''m not inquiring about phenomena linked to the gods, the system, or the monsters. I''m simply curious if there''s anything else, however minor it might seem, that caught your attention but didn''t seem significant at the time."
After a moment of reflection, Tristan responded with a hesitant tone, "Well, there is one thing, though I wouldn''t necessarily label it as strange. Reports of people going missing have been circulating. Given the chaos wrought by the monster invasions and the many who perished or disappeared, it''s been a challenge to address these disappearances."
Thorian mulled over Tristan''s mention of missing persons. William too was categorized as missing rather than deceased. Could Nalia be orchestrating these disappearances to accumulate more souls?
He deliberated on the implications of Tristan''s observation. Why resort to abducting individuals? If it''s merely souls she''s after, defeating monsters would suffice. Is there a specific requirement for human souls? Or is this part of a new ritual?
Thorian''s thoughts then drifted to the Strongheart Mansion. Alacritas mentioned her forces were unusually focused around that estate. What necessitates such heavy protection? Granted, he''s a valuable ally, but the allocation of so many resources for his safeguarding suggests a deeper secret concealed within those walls.
Amidst his contemplation, a knock at the door jolted Thorian back to the present. Recalling the impending meeting with Alacritas, he offered Tristan a knowing smile. "It appears your brother has at last made his arrival."
Interlude 16
Old Man Robert¡¯s POV
Some time ago
Much like everyone else on the estate, Robert found himself deeply disturbed by the sudden disappearance of Lord William. The last sighting of the lord was in the afternoon, as he exited his study. Beyond that, the only clue came from an elderly gentleman who informed Tristan and the rest of the upper echelon that he had seen the lord near the gates.
But for him to be the only witness, that is certainly suspicious, Robert mused, his gaze lingering on James and his grandson frolicking in the garden. This is the lord we''re speaking of. Surely, someone else must have noticed him.
Despite harboring his own suspicions, Robert refrained from voicing them. Tristan, teetering on the brink of despair, had clung to a sliver of hope. Robert could not bear to snatch that away from him.
Even if they return from the forest empty-handed, I just hope they come back safe and sound, he silently wished.
Robert had yearned to accompany Tristan on the search for Lord William. However, his responsibilities as James'' bodyguard took precedence. In a world where even a lord could vanish without a trace, no one was truly safe.
Lost in thought, Robert''s attention was suddenly captured by a silver flash beyond the garden. Rising from his chair, he was taken aback as a creature materialized before him¡ªa kobold, its fur shimmering silver.
¡°Don¡¯t make any noise,¡± the silver-furred kobold warned before Robert could utter a word. ¡°Your life, and the one you''ve sworn to protect, are in grave danger.¡±
These words, chillingly aligning with Robert''s worst fears, sent a shiver down his spine, his complexion turning pale. A tumultuous mix of confusion, shock, and dread rendered him speechless.
¡°I understand your surprise,¡± Alacritas said, offering a semblance of comfort. ¡°Let me explain in terms you''ll grasp. Lord William isn''t in our forest; he has been kidnapped by Nalia. The sighting at the Gate was a ruse by her to lure Tristan into the forest for an ambush.¡±
This flood of revelations staggered Robert. Yet, his primary concern wasn''t to doubt Alacritas''s intelligence but to act to safeguard his benefactor. ¡°I must warn him. Perhaps there''s still time.¡±
¡°There''s no need,¡± Alacritas countered, shaking his head. ¡°Our lord is already addressing that situation. But as I''ve mentioned, both you and James are in peril. Nalia intends to eliminate anyone with a legitimate claim to the Lordship of Locksley.¡±
¡°How can I trust your word?¡± Robert challenged, frustration coloring his tone. ¡°You emerge from nowhere, claiming his grace is walking into a trap, yet expect me to believe your lord will handle it? How can I be certain?¡±
Alacritas sighed at the challenge, understanding the gravity of his request for trust. ¡°You¡¯ve witnessed our lord''s strength firsthand during the battle with the guardians,¡± he reminded Robert. His voice grew more earnest. ¡°I assure you, he has since grown exponentially in power. With my lord in action, Tristan remains untouchable.¡±
At the mention of the guardians, Robert''s mind flashed back to the devastating firestorm unleashed by the red-furred creature and its tribe. In that instant, he contemplated the terrifying power: had that magic been aimed not at the guardian, but at their army, they would have been utterly obliterated, consumed by the inferno''s wrath.
That creature is taking action to protect Tristan? But why?
"The time for contemplation has expired," Alacritas''s urgent tone jolted Robert from his thoughts. "Nalia''s assassins will soon be upon us, and engaging them in combat is not my desire. My lord has commanded me to escort you discreetly, to avoid drawing any suspicion to our involvement."
These words unsettled Robert. The swift and drastic shift in circumstances left him adrift in uncertainty. Historically, his role was to follow orders, not to devise strategies. Yet now, the critical choice was his to make.
As he grappled with silence, the memory of the white-furred kobold that had imprisoned him and his grandson emerged. Despite its fearsome appearance, the creature had honored its word, sparing their lives, fulfilling its promises, and even revealing the secrets of the class statues.
If it is the same creature, then perhaps I can trust him.
With determination etched on his face, Robert turned back to Alacritas. "Give me a moment to speak with James."
"Be swift," was Alacritas''s terse reply.
Nodding, Robert approached the two boys, who paused their play, their expressions turning to curiosity at his approach.
Drawing a deep breath, Robert faced James. "Young lord, there''s something we must do."
Observing the change in Robert''s demeanor, James''s eyes widened with concern. "Did something happen?" His voice wavered, betraying his growing anxiety. "Is my brother alright?"
"Come on, don''t worry so much," Little Roo interjected with a comforting tone. "Tristan is incredibly strong. Nothing bad could happen to him, right, grandpa?"
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At this, Robert let out a heavy sigh. "His Grace is currently under the protection of someone exceedingly powerful. So, it''s unlikely that he has come to harm."
Turning his gaze back to James, he added gravely, "However, the same cannot be said for us. There are dangerous individuals after us¡ªpowerful and malicious."
James swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper, "Are they the same people who harmed Father?"
"I believe so," Robert confirmed, his expression somber.
The weight of this news caused James to lower his gaze, fists clenched in silent determination. Little Roo, noticing his friend''s distress, offered a supportive pat on the shoulder. "Don''t worry, we''re going to be okay."
Drawing a deep breath, James managed a grateful smile towards Little Roo. "Thank you." He then turned to Robert, his resolve returning. "What should we do?"
"Remaining here is no longer safe," Robert declared, his tone laced with urgency. Glancing towards Alacritas, who stood enigmatically in the night''s embrace, he continued, "But if we accompany this individual, we will find safety. He will lead us to where His Grace is currently safeguarded."
Confronted with the shadowy figure, James couldn''t hide his apprehension. "Is this person trustworthy?"
"I cannot be certain," Robert confessed. "But if his master is who I suspect, then they mean us no harm."
James''s expression hardened with determination. "If you trust him, then so do I," he declared firmly. "I will follow your lead, Sir Robert."
Feeling the heavy burden of young James''s trust upon his shoulders, Robert released a long, tension-laden exhale before casting a wary glance back at Alacritas. "Should this turn out to be some deceit or trap, I assure you, I''ll find a way to haunt you beyond the grave."
"There''s no merit for me to devise such an elaborate plot merely to end your lives," Alacritas responded with a sigh, stepping into the open garden and revealing his full form. In an instant, he vanished, only for Robert to feel an icy touch at his neck. "Had I desired your demise, I could have easily achieved it from the outset."
Whirling around, Robert was met with Alacritas standing directly behind him, a sight so startling that James and Little Roo were rendered speechless by fear and astonishment.
Unperturbed by the shock he''d caused, Alacritas pressed on. "Time is a luxury we no longer possess, as Nalia''s forces are mobilizing. If you don¡¯t wish to die, then we must flee the city at once."
Amidst the turmoil of emotions swirling within, Robert managed a determined nod. "Very well, let''s proceed."
Alacritas nodded, his expression grave. "Before we depart, we need a diversion, something to mislead any pursuers about your path. Find someone, a servant or a guard loyal to the estate, and give them a message. Make it seem as if your escape is orchestrated by allies from within. This will cast a shadow of doubt and misdirection."
Upon hearing this, Robert let out a weary sigh. He cast his gaze downward, lost in thought, before his fist clenched in resolve and he nodded. "Everything in my life urges me against following your lead. But, I''m willing to entertain it," he conceded.
Gently nudging the two children forward, Robert led them through the dim outskirts of the estate. Mixed feelings of dread and hope tangled within him as they approached the stables, where, to his surprise, they encountered the stable boy, still awake and tending to his duties.
"Uh, Sir Robert?" the boy stuttered, his eyes widening in shock upon noticing Robert. His surprise deepened at the sight of James. "Young lord? I... I''ll get out of your way immediately."
"No, stay," Robert countered, shaking his head. He bit his lip in contemplation before addressing the young man firmly. "Listen, you must keep tonight''s encounter a secret. I''ve been ordered by the general to ensure the young lord''s safety, and no one should learn of this. Do you understand?"
"Absolutely, sir!" The stable boy nodded eagerly. "This secret will die with me."
"Good," Robert acknowledged with a nod, then dismissed him. The boy wasted no time darting away, leaving Robert alone with the children. Having accomplished Alacritas''s directive, he led them away from the manor, unseen by any prying eyes.
As they ventured into a secluded alley, Alacritas, the silver-furred kobold, materialized before them. With a piercing whistle, he summoned two more kobolds to their side. Without a moment''s hesitation, Alacritas wrapped his arms around Robert, while the other kobolds securely grabbed the children. Together, they embarked on their critical escape, disappearing into the night.
In a blur of motion, Alacritas whisked Robert from one rooftop to the next, each leap spanning two buildings with ease. The velocity at which they traveled left the seasoned Robert disoriented, a sensation he was unaccustomed to.
Within a mere ten minutes, they had reached the outskirts of Locksley and plunged into the forest beyond. It was here that the kobolds finally decelerated, releasing Robert and the two boys from their grasp.
It took Robert a moment to overcome the dizziness and nausea that assaulted him. Glancing around, he saw James and Little Roo doubled over, retching onto the forest floor, the velocity of their escape having taken its toll on them as well.
¡°We''re beyond Locksley''s bounds, yet still within Nalia''s reach,¡± Alacritas remarked, his tone heavy. ¡°You have one minute to recover before we must press on.¡±
Regaining his bearings, Robert''s first concern was for his grandson and the young lord. As he passed the two silver kobolds, he couldn''t help but reproach them, ¡°There was no need for such rough handling.¡±
Kneeling to comfort the boys, he reassured them, ¡°Let it out. You''ll feel better afterward.¡±
Panting, Little Roo managed to ask, ¡°Must we endure that again?¡±
¡°I''ll not survive another bout,¡± James lamented, voicing his dread.
¡°Just focus on getting your breath back,¡± Robert advised, shooting the kobolds a stern glance. ¡°Next time, carry them with care. And not so swiftly.¡±
The kobolds exchanged looks before turning their attention to Alacritas, who received Robert''s glare with a resigned sigh.
¡°We''ll proceed at a reduced pace now that we''re in the forest,¡± Alacritas conceded. To his underlings, he commanded, ¡°Use both hands. Hold the children close to your chests to keep them steady.¡±
¡°Yeah, boss, got it,¡± one kobold replied with a casual shrug.
With the brief respite over, Alacritas looked back at Robert and announced, ¡°Time is up, we must move on.¡±
Despite James''s and Little Roo''s protests, the kobolds adjusted their hold, securing the boys in a protective embrace to mitigate the jostling. Alacritas hoisted Robert onto his back for a more stable journey.
They surged forward, the forest a green blur around them. In mere moments, the imposing walls of a village loomed into view.
Upon setting Robert gently onto solid ground, Alacritas turned with a welcoming grin. ¡°Welcome to our village, Wolvendale.¡±
Chapter 150: Brethren by Will
Hearing the knock, Thorian rose and opened the door. Alacritas awaited him outside, accompanied by an elderly man and two children.
¡°I have completed my task, my lord,¡± Alacritas said, bowing slightly. ¡°I present to you James Ravenwood and his protector.¡±
Thorian, taken aback by Robert''s unexpected presence, nodded at Alacritas. ¡°You have done well.¡± He then turned to the newcomers, beckoning them forward. ¡°Please, come inside. There¡¯s someone you need to see.¡±
With cautious steps, Robert led James and the young boy into Thorian¡¯s residence, casting wary glances at Thorian as they passed. Upon sighting Tristan in the living room, Robert¡¯s eyes widened in astonishment. ¡°Your Grace, you are indeed here?¡±
¡°Sir Robert, it''s a relief to see you unharmed,¡± Tristan replied, sighing deeply.
Suddenly, James dashed towards Tristan. ¡°Brother, I was really scared!¡±
Tristan embraced him, a sorrowful expression crossing his face. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, James. My weakness has brought this upon us. Forgive me.¡±
At these words, Thorian rolled his eyes, a twinge of irritation evident. ¡°Really, it¡¯s not as though I plan to devour you.¡±
¡°Truly, you won¡¯t?¡± Robert asked, his tone laced with skepticism.
¡°I find human flesh unpalatable,¡± Thorian quipped, then turned serious. ¡°But jokes aside, you have no reason to fear. You¡¯re safer here with me than you would be in Locksley, among your own.¡±
¡°That silver kobold mentioned something about Nalia¡¯s assassins,¡± Robert interjected. ¡°How do you know such information? How do you know of these matters?¡±
"Tristan will provide you with a detailed explanation on that matter," Thorian said, gesturing towards the young man with an unwavering smile, undisturbed by Robert''s tense inquiry. "For the moment, let''s focus on discussing your accommodations and activities during your stay. I gather staying confined to one place does not appeal to you?"
"What would you have us do?" Tristan inquired, his curiosity piqued, while James and Little Roo surveyed their new surroundings, too wary to interject.
"I propose that you explore the village, engage with my people, immerse yourself in their culture, and understand our way of life," Thorian suggested. "Should you desire a transition from foes to allies, seizing this chance would be wise."
"That sounds¡ more than fair," Tristan acknowledged, pondering the proposition. "Yet, the possibility of hostility from your people concerns me. As you must know, our encounters with creatures of your kind have rarely been amicable."
"I am aware," Thorian nodded. "However, as my guests, you shall be under my protection. My word is law here, and anyone who dares to harm you will face severe consequences."
Tristan scrutinized Thorian, searching for sincerity in his gaze. After a moment, he exhaled and nodded in agreement. "I will place my trust in your assurance."
"That''s all I ask for now," Thorian replied with a reassuring smile, then shifted the conversation. "And remember, your time here isn''t merely an obligation. If you''re interested, you might also join us in clearing our dungeons tomorrow."
"Dungeons?" Tristan echoed, his surprise evident. "You have access to dungeons?"
"Yes, we do," Thorian confirmed with a nod. "Tomorrow, I''ll be venturing into them with a friend. You''re welcome to join us if you''d like."
"I''d very much enjoy that, but¡" Tristan''s gaze shifted between Robert and his brother, betraying his indecision.
"Your Grace, if it''s your wish to participate, you do not need to worry about us," Robert assured, addressing Tristan''s concern. "I''ll keep watch over the young lord. My abilities may be limited, but my vigilance is not."
"Wait a moment!" James interjected suddenly. "If my brother is going to these ¡°dungeons¡±, I want to join as well!"
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"And me too!" Little Roo piped up, enthusiasm in his voice.
Robert''s cheeks flushed with embarrassment at their eagerness. "Now, listen, you two. Do you understand our situation?"
"They are welcome to accompany us," Thorian interrupted, his laughter lightening the mood. "I''ll assign one of my most skilled men to ensure your safety within the dungeons. With him by your side, no peril will find you, even if sought."
"Thank you, sir!" James approached Thorian, his smile broadening. "You''re the best!"
Thorian laughed at the boy''s earnest appreciation, then crouched to meet James at eye level, gently patting his head. "You''re quite the brave one, aren''t you? I admire your spirit."
As Robert and Tristan observed the exchange, somewhat taken aback, Thorian stood, addressing the group once more. "I must take my leave now. It''s important that I inform everyone that you are under my protection and should be treated with all due respect. I suggest you all get some rest. The day''s events have undoubtedly been taxing."
With that, Thorian made his way out of the house, finding Alacritas still poised by the entrance. His voice, grave and imbued with urgency, broke the silence. "Did you notice anyone following you?"
"No, my lord," Alacritas replied, shaking his head. "Most of Nalia''s men were lying in ambush within the forest, making it simple to leave Locksley undetected."
"That¡¯s good to hear," Thorian acknowledged with a nod, his gaze scrutinizing Alacritas from head to toe. "You haven¡¯t undergone your evolution yet, have you? Did you not venture into the abyss as I instructed?"
"I¡¯m sorry, my lord, I have not," Alacritas admitted, his head bowed in regret. "Knowing that Boss Nox was soon to be healed, I chose not to start the trials of the abyss without him. He is the leader of our squad, and I merely served as a temporary substitute in his absence."
Thorian¡¯s expression softened upon hearing this, understanding and respect mingling in his eyes. "He will undoubtedly value your loyalty," he said, his voice gentler. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he then shifted the conversation. "Regardless, I now need you to convey my commands to Forlune and Zogarth. It is imperative that everyone in the village is aware that Tristan and the other humans are my guests and must be accorded the appropriate respect."
"I will ensure the message is well delivered," Alacritas promised, executing a respectful bow.
True to his nature, the silver-furred assassin vanished in the blink of an eye, eager to fulfill his duties. In the quiet that followed, Harald, who had been feigning sleep throughout the exchange, opened his eyes.
"You seem to place considerable importance on these humans. Why is that?" Harald inquired, his thoughts reaching Thorian telepathically.
"Fostering positive relations now with trustworthy humans could yield significant benefits in the future. I prefer to expand my kingdom in peace rather than in the shadow of constant warfare," Thorian telepathically conveyed back.
Harald grumbled in response, his skepticism apparent even in his silent communication. Yet, after a moment''s consideration, he closed his eyes once more. "As long as you are confident in your strategy, I have no further objections."
Thorian couldn''t help but chuckle at his partner''s resigned attitude as he departed. His steps led him towards one last destination before he could consider his night concluded.
Approaching the blacksmith''s forge, Thorian admired the steady plumes of smoke rising from the chimney, a sight that brought a smile to his face. Entering the forge, he was greeted by a clutter of staves, each unique in design. Some bore a singular orb at their pinnacle, while others were adorned with multiple orbs. Thorian''s gaze lingered on the craftsmanship, impressed by the variety and quality. Many staves were of the esteemed Yellow Storm caliber, and a few even boasted the rare Purple Cloud status.
"It seems you are advancing quite rapidly," Thorian remarked as he drew nearer to Faber. "Many would vie for the chance to possess such items."
"Ah, my lord," Faber replied, turning with a start, a mix of pride and humility in his voice. "Your compliments are too generous. I have yet to master the creation of Purple Cloud items consistently. Sometimes, despite my best efforts, they turn out to be merely Yellow Storm."
"You are advancing far more rapidly than I anticipated," Thorian said, shaking his head in disbelief. "What about the staves with multiple orbs? Have you grown more confident in crafting them?"
"Yes, my lord," Faber confirmed with a nod. "So far, I''ve managed to incorporate up to three orbs without compromising the staff''s integrity. However, tonight, I aim to create a staff featuring four elements, utilizing lower-quality orbs."
"That''s excellent news," Thorian responded, his voice filled with amusement as he stroked his chin thoughtfully. A sudden idea seemed to strike him. "Actually, let''s set aside the plan to use all high-tier orbs for now. What I''d like you to do is concentrate on perfecting the four-element staff. Once you''ve mastered that, we can proceed to construct the final version with four high-purity orbs of the basic elements."
"I can certainly do that," Faber replied, a hint of confusion in his tone. "Are we under a tight schedule, my lord?"
"Indeed, time is critical for what I have in mind," Thorian explained. "How soon do you think you can complete the final staff?"
After a moment of consideration, Faber answered, "By sunset tomorrow, I should have it ready."
"That''s perfect," Thorian said, nodding with a satisfied smile.
I¡¯m sorry Nalia, but I cannot give you time to catch up.
Chapter 151: The Manor
Awakening from a night of deep slumber, Thorian''s mind buzzed with restless thoughts. The day to finally confront and eliminate the persistent thorn in their side was drawing near, yet a nagging sense of unpreparedness shadowed him.
The issue with the Stronghearts still looms over me. Furthermore, we lack a solid strategy for our strike. This is a critical matter that requires no further delay.
With a concerted effort, Thorian pushed these worries to the recesses of his mind, steeling himself for the day ahead. He dressed swiftly, his movements methodical, as he prepared to face the new day. Stepping into the cool morning air, he made his way to the cultivation hall, where he devoted himself to his daily ritual of meditation.
Two and a half hours later, Thorian emerged from his meditative state, opening his eyes to the reality that awaited him.
Rank up!
Finally, that took long enough. Display Panel.
Ding
| Race |
Elemental Lord Kobold |
| Level |
16/45 (EXP: 86098/90000) |
| Class |
Elemental Magus |
| Level |
40/40 (EXP: MAX) |
| Lifespan |
70 years |
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Seventh Stage (2.7%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
167 |
| Agility |
181 |
| Constitution |
157 |
| Mana |
177 |
| Qi |
200 |
| Free Points |
60 |
Not bad, Thorian acknowledged with a satisfied smile. And today, I should finally manage to advance in my class.
With that goal set firmly in his mind, Thorian meticulously cleansed both his body and the bathing tub of any lingering grime before making his way to his usual rendezvous point with Alacritas.
"My lord, what tasks do you have for me today? Do you wish for just simple scouting or do you have a specific target in mind?" Alacritas inquired, bowing slightly in respect.
Responding to the silver-furred kobold''s query, Thorian affirmed, "Indeed, the situation has shifted dramatically in just the past day. For the moment, I require only your company at the council meeting. We shall discuss your specific duties thereafter."
"As you command, my lord," Alacritas replied, nodding in agreement.
"Convey to all council members to assemble at the same location as yesterday," Thorian instructed, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "There''s no need to cause Zogarth any embarrassment."
With a smile, Alacritas nodded before vanishing from sight. Meanwhile, Thorian made his way to the Village Hall to register his daily quests, then proceeded to the village''s outskirts. Upon arriving at the designated spot, he noticed several logs and rocks arranged in a circle, presumably prepared the day before in anticipation of continued use.
Someone must have realized we''d still need this place, he thought, taking a seat on one of the logs.
Thorian began his routine elemental training, making the most of the time before the council''s assembly. Minutes flew by as he effortlessly conjured one miniature fireball after another on his fingertips. Soon, he mastered the creation of eight stable fireballs simultaneously. However, the moment he attempted to summon a ninth, the existing orbs wavered, and he lost control over them.
As the fireballs dissipated into thin air, Thorian let out a sigh. Despite this minor setback, he remained pleased with the progress he had achieved in recent days. The mana circuits coursing through his body were markedly different from those in his previous life, but the wisdom he had amassed and his knowledge were formidable assets. Thorian was confident that, with persistent effort, he could accelerate his mastery of control far beyond that of his peers, who lacked his unique advantages.
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The sound of shuffling footsteps behind him prompted Thorian to turn and see Forlune, Zogarth, and Alacritas approaching.
"My lord, the remainder of the council will be here shortly," Alacritas announced, bowing respectfully.
"Thank you," Thorian acknowledged with a nod, then gestured towards one of the rocks. "Please, take a seat. Your input will be crucial for today''s discussion."
With a nod, Alacritas seated himself, while Forlune, wearing a look of mild confusion, inquired, "Do you have a specific plan for today, my lord?"
"Indeed, I do," Thorian replied with a reassuring smile. "But let''s not get ahead of ourselves. We''ll wait for the full council to convene."
Forlune chuckled heartily, his excitement palpable as he took a seat beside Thorian. The group settled into a patient silence, awaiting the arrival of the remaining council members.
Once everyone had gathered, Thorian cleared his throat and announced, "Now that we are all present, let''s commence the meeting." His demeanor shifted to one of solemnity as he continued, "We have convened today to address a matter of utmost urgency and gravity¡ªthe death of Nalia and her goons."
"Are we actually proceeding with our attack?" Forlune interjected, a hint of surprise lacing his voice before he allowed a chuckle to escape. "I never thought this day would actually arrive."
"I don''t think a direct assault would be wise, my lord," Aqua countered thoughtfully. "An ambush would be more strategic, especially near the entrance of a dungeon. After battling their way through, they''d be weakened and unsuspecting of our plans."
Thorian considered this before nodding in agreement. "That is indeed a prudent suggestion," he conceded, then sighed, a weighty concern evident in his expression. "However, we first must address another matter. I harbor suspicions that Nalia may have additional contingencies in place." His gaze shifted to Alacritas. "Please, share with everyone the details regarding the Strongheart manor."
"Yes, my lord," responded the silver-furred kobold, his demeanor serious as he turned to address the curious and intrigued eyes of the council. "As you all are aware, I''ve been conducting reconnaissance in Locksley with my team over the past week. During our observations, the Strongheart manor consistently emerged as the most fortified location. At any given time, it was surveilled and protected by fifty of Nalia''s men. This was the case both when Lord William was abducted and during the preparations for the ambush against Tristan. There was never a lapse in their vigilance; the manor remained impenetrably guarded."
"What does that mean?" Ventus inquired, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Could they be hiding something within those walls?"
"I would surmise it''s likely some form of weapon," Aqua speculated. "But regardless of its nature, the extensive resources they''re allocating for its protection suggest it''s of paramount importance to them."
Zogarth, with a note of uncertainty in his voice, turned to Thorian, "My lord, do you propose we infiltrate the manor before launching our offensive?" He paused, then added, "Given our past endeavours, I''m skeptical that Alacritas and his team could enter undetected. Or am I mistaken, Alacritas?"
"No, General," the silver-furred assassin replied, shaking his head. "While I am swift, the mansion''s limited entry points significantly hinder my ability to infiltrate unnoticed. The chances of finding an opportune moment to slip in are slim."
A contemplative silence enveloped the group, each member lost in thought. It was Aqua who broke the silence with a sudden insight, "My lord, while Alacritas may find infiltration challenging, we have someone among us uniquely suited for this task. Given his ability to teleport through shadows, Nox would be the ideal candidate."
At this suggestion, Thorian remained silent, biting his lip in contemplation. Forlune, sensing the weight of the decision, sighed, "It seems our lord has already considered this option. However, assigning such a perilous task to Nox, especially so soon after his recovery..."
Aqua quickly realized the implications of his suggestion, his expression turning bashful as he looked down. An uncomfortable silence followed, with everyone shaking their heads.
Breaking the silence, Alacritas spoke up, "My lord, please forgive my boldness, but I believe Nox is the right choice for this mission."
Thorian, maintaining his serious demeanor, questioned, "And why do you stand by that suggestion, even after understanding my reservations?"
"My lord, Nox is my leader, and I understand him better than anyone," Alacritas stated, locking eyes with Thorian, his voice laden with conviction. "Denying him this mission would only convey a lack of trust in his abilities. Deprived of the chance to face danger and overcome it, Nox would merely become a shadow of the warrior he once was."
Thorian absorbed these words, his eyes closing as he exhaled deeply. Alacritas''s insights struck a chord, resonating with the truth Thorian knew in his heart. To overly protect Nox was to deny him his essence; he thrived on challenge, on the brink of danger. Thorian harbored no desire to be the one who clipped Nox''s wings. Yet, the possibility of harm befalling Nox again caused him to pause, a shadow of fear clouding his judgment.
After a moment of contemplation, Thorian''s eyes fluttered open, his resolve clear in his gaze as he addressed Alacritas. "I''ve reached a decision. Nox will undertake the mission. However, it is imperative that you accompany him to the periphery of the Strongheart manor, ensuring he''s well-supported. Create diversions if necessary to afford him greater chances of success."
"I will ensure it''s done," Alacritas affirmed, nodding with a sense of duty and determination.
Chapter 152: Options Reassessment
Hearing Alacritas'' response, Thorian nodded and turned his attention back to the council. "That resolves one part of our dilemma. Now, I must inquire about the pinnacle abilities of those among you who have elevated their classes. Understanding this will allow us to assess our potential against a fully empowered Nalia."
"My ultimate ability is called Celestial Form," Forlune declared. "It augments my solar and lunar attacks to significantly higher magnitudes. Additionally, it enhances my strength and agility by fifty percent."
"So, your strength surpasses the three hundred point threshold, if I''m not mistaken?" Thorian inquired, his interest piqued as he regarded his general.
"Indeed, it does," Forlune replied, a hint of pride in his chuckle. "While I may not match Nalia''s level, I am certainly capable of holding my ground."
"Excellent. That will be invaluable," Thorian acknowledged with a nod, then shifted his gaze to Zogarth. "And you? Your ultimate skill?"
"My lord, it is Black Severance," Zogarth announced, proceeding to describe his ability. "A one-strike fatal technique that channels all my aura to unleash a devastating black crescent-shaped assault. I doubt even Nalia could withstand it directly and survive."
"A bold assertion indeed," Thorian remarked with a light chuckle, then addressed the remaining council members. "What of the rest of you?"
"My ultimate skill is Ice Palace," Aqua contributed. "True to its name, it enables me to ensnare my adversaries within a fortress of ice. Upon activation, anyone caught inside is instantly frozen solid."
¡°That¡¯s nothing compared to mine,¡± Ventus interjected with a laugh. ¡°My ultimate skill is Arcane Stormforged Spear. If I throw it at anybody, they will be blasted by a bunch of lightning strikes and explode.¡±
Ventus'' exaggerated gestures and the sound effects he provided during his explanation elicited a chuckle from Thorian. "That indeed appears to be a formidable power."
He then surveyed the remaining council members in a contemplative silence. Noticing the subdued expressions of the elders, as well as Vivax and Lapis, Thorian recognized their lack of advancement.
"For those among you who have yet to advance, take no discouragement. I, too, have not advanced," he said, his laughter light and reassuring.
"Your class is uniquely exceptional, my lord," Elder Oom countered, though a smile played on his lips, easing the tension palpable among the others.
With a light-hearted chuckle, Thorian wrapped up, "With such formidable abilities at our command, I am confident in our capacity to overcome Nalia. Her stat points may appear daunting, yet her offensive skills are decidedly inferior. With effective coordination, her defeat is within our reach."
These words significantly lifted the council''s spirits. Forlune, too, couldn''t help but laugh, saying, "The mere thought of Nalia''s dismay as she faces her end brings me immense pleasure. Hopefully, we won''t have to wait too long to witness that moment."
"That will depend on the swiftness with which we execute our objectives," Thorian replied, rising to his feet. "And with that, this assembly is adjourned. The time for planning has passed; now, we must act."
With acknowledgments from Forlune and Zogarth, the meeting disbanded. Thorian then made his way back to the inner sanctum of the Village, his eyes scanning the area for Nox. Before long, he stumbled upon a captivating scene: a shaman apprentice goblin, presumably Brix, was expertly roasting Thumpalope meat over a firepit, encircled by a small, attentive crowd.
Could that be Brix? And might those be Tristan and his companions? Thorian wondered as he drew closer.
Upon noticing Thorian, Brix''s expression shifted to one of surprise. "Oh, if it isn''t the lord himself. Would you care to join us?" he inquired, gesturing towards the inviting fire.
At Brix''s invitation, Tristan, Robert, and the two youngsters turned towards Thorian, their cheeks bulging with chunks of Thumpalope meat.
"Though I would relish the opportunity, I must decline," Thorian politely excused himself, turning his attention to Tristan. "I do hope, however, that you''re finding our local cuisine to your liking."
"It''s surprisingly tasty," Tristan admitted after swallowing his mouthful. "I only wish the folk back in Locksley could savor this as well."
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"They shall, in due time," Thorian assured him with a reassuring smile, then shifted his focus to Robert. "How has your day been? I trust you''ve encountered no difficulties?"
"Not in the slightest," Robert replied, shaking his head. "Everyone''s been overwhelmingly welcoming. I regret speaking to you so rudely yesterday."
"There''s no need for regret. Under the circumstances, your caution was understandable," Thorian dismissed the apology with a shake of his head.
After a moment of contemplative silence, Robert''s curiosity got the better of him. "Your appearance... it''s different from when we last saw you confronting the guardian."
"That''s correct," Thorian acknowledged, his tone measured as he pondered his next words. Choosing honesty, he elaborated, "Our kind possesses a unique mechanism known as evolution. Upon reaching a certain threshold, we undergo a transformation, acquiring new forms and abilities."
"How fascinating," Tristan remarked, eyeing Thorian with an intrigued gaze. "I had no idea monsters possessed such capabilities."
Robert, meanwhile, appeared lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the ground. After a moment, he mustered the courage to revisit a question from their past encounters. "I''ve asked this question to you once before, but I wish for an honest answer this time. Are you the same creature we encounted in the forest before all of this began?"
Thorian afforded a brief smile before affirming with a nod, "Yes, that was indeed me. I am profoundly relieved that I refrained from harming you then."
Robert let out a chuckle in response, "And I''m equally grateful. Thank you for telling me about the class statues. That information has been critical for me."
"I merely shared a snippet of information; the real accolade belongs to you," Thorian demurred, shaking his head as Tristan observed the exchange with keen interest. "Your remarkable progress is the result of your own hard work and character."
"It appears you both share a rather unique bond," Tristan observed, his laughter mingling with the moment.
"We certainly do," Robert exhaled, casting a serious glance towards Thorian. "Though I''ve come to terms with the events of that day, I can''t say the same for my grandson."
The atmosphere tensed, catching Tristan off guard, but Thorian responded with a grave nod. He then turned his attention to Little Roo, who was visibly uneasy, and squatted down to meet the child''s gaze. "I owe you an apology, Roo. I frightened you considerably that day."
Little Roo, puzzled, looked back at Thorian. "I''m sorry, I don''t remember meeting you before."
Thorian inhaled deeply before explaining, "Do you recall encountering a white-furred creature in the forest?"
A moment of concentration passed over Little Roo''s face, followed by recognition. "Oh, I remember now. That was terrifying, all that blood... But, to be honest, it wasn''t as horrifying as when those monsters attacked the city. I thought I was going to die."
Thorian let out a sigh, "You''ve endured much, young one. Nevertheless, I must apologize. That white-furred creature was me."
Little Roo''s expression momentarily stiffened, then relaxed into a slight smile. "It''s okay; it wasn''t that scary. And you''re a good person, sir. You''ve given us food and you let sleep at your house. Plus, I¡¯m not weak like I used to be, I can do magic now too!"
Brandishing his small wooden sword, which appeared to be an inseparable companion, Little Roo demonstrated his combat prowess with a fierce determination. "See, if monsters come, I can defeat them all by myself!"
Robert raised an eyebrow at his grandson''s bold proclamation. "Now, you''re getting a bit too confident," he said, his tone filled with affection rather than reprimand. He ruffled the boy''s hair, eliciting a mix of laughter and bewilderment from him.
Thorian, observing the exchange with a light chuckle, was addressed by Robert.
"We can call it even. You may have scared my grandson and me out of our wits, but you also rescued us from a very dangerous situation."
"Your forgiveness is greatly appreciated," Thorian replied, his smile genuine and warm.
As the group engaged in conversation, a new figure approached from the right. With a quizzical raise of his eyebrow, Nox remarked, "It seems everyone has already gathered."
"Oh, Nox, you''ve arrived just in time," Brix greeted, promptly retrieving a roasted thumpalope thigh from the firepit. "Care for some?"
"Absolutely, that meat is delicious," Nox replied, accepting the offering from Brix and beginning to eat.
Thorian, taken aback, glanced at Brix. "You two have already become acquainted?"
"Nox spent the night with us," Brix explained, a warm smile on his face. "It seemed too lonesome for him to stay at his place alone, so I extended an invitation."
Thorian''s heart clenched at Brix''s words, a pang of regret seeping through. What was I thinking? Not offering him my hospitality was a mistake. Keeping him at arm''s length from my perilous world will only drive a wedge between us.
With a sigh, Thorian steered the conversation in a new direction. "As promised, today marks the day we venture into the dungeons. Nox and Tristan will join my party," he announced, then turned to Brix, "Could you, alongside Aqua, lead Robert and the two boys through the initial three layers of the Verdant Labyrinth?"
"Absolutely, my lord, consider it done," Brix replied with a light chuckle. "With Aqua in our ranks, we''ll hardly need to lift a finger. He could turn that gilded spiketail into an ice sculpture without breaking a sweat."
"That''s reassuring," Thorian acknowledged, then shifted his focus to Robert. "However, let''s not become complacent because of Aqua''s presence. The Verdant Labyrinth is riddled with snares, and a single misstep could prove disastrous."
"I''ll keep your warning in mind," Robert affirmed. "I''ll make sure the boys remain by my side at all times."
"With nothing further to discuss," Thorian concluded, "let''s make for the dungeons without delay. Time is of the essence."
Chapter 153: A different world
After retrieving Aqua from his vigil at the outer defenses, Thorian led the ensemble towards the Verdant Labyrinth with deliberate haste. Upon nearing the portal, he paused, casting a backward glance at his companions. "Given our numerous ventures into this dungeon, I shall be succinct. Exercise caution and resist the urge to hasten unduly. A lapse in vigilance might see one of the boys ensnared by the quicksand."
At his words, Little Roo and James visibly tensed, whereas Robert offered a light chuckle in response.
Aqua, ever the stoic, replied with a gravity that belied the lightness of their journey. "Do not worry, my king. I am ever diligent in such matters."
Thorian offered a nod of acknowledgment, his trust in Aqua unwavering. Then, turning to Nox and Tristan, he beckoned them closer. Tristan''s expression, a tableau of confusion, prompted an explanation. "In these dungeons, our bond must be tangible, lest we find ourselves cast adrift in disparate realms."
"Realms?" Tristan''s skepticism was palpable, his brow arching in curiosity.
Thorian''s laughter, light and knowing, filled the air. "Words will not be enough to explain this matter. Come, see for yourselves."
Thus, with Nox clasped in his right hand and Tristan in his left, Thorian led them through the ancient tree''s embrace, emerging within the verdant embrace of the Labyrinth. Tristan, confronted with the alien flora and undulating terrain, could only utter a breath of astonishment. "What sorcery is this? We stand worlds apart from where we began."
¡°This is a dungeon,¡± Nox said with a chuckle. ¡°I don¡¯t really understand it well myself, but it¡¯s like a different world. The moment you step into the entrance, you are magically transported.¡±
"How fascinating," Tristan remarked, his attention captivated by the new surroundings. The terrain''s bioluminescence, along with the vibrant fungi and flora, left him utterly mesmerized.
Rousing Tristan from his stupor, Thorian outlined his strategy. "As we stand at the first layer of the dungeon, I''ll assume a supportive stance. This presents an excellent chance for you to refine your abilities," he directed, his gaze locking onto Tristan. Turning to Nox, he added, "And for you, it''s an opportunity to shake off any rust."
"I''ve been itching for this. Don''t even think of stepping in," Nox retorted with a smirk, his confidence palpable. "It''s been too long since I''ve had a proper fight."
"I''ll leave you to your enjoyment," Thorian said with a laugh.
With that, the trio ventured swiftly through the dungeon. Nox, having advanced his class and mastered his shadow manipulation technique, found the first layer''s monsters no match for his prowess. His new short sword easily penetrated the armored beetles'' shells, and his agility allowed him to evade the fungi traps with ease.
Tristan, too, displayed commendable skill. His movements, both deliberate and fluid, enabled him to vanquish each monster he encountered, ensuring he was no burden to the shadowstalker kobold.
Thorian, meanwhile, offered support from the rear, utilizing his Earth Spikes and Water Prison. Although this expedition served primarily as practice for Nox and Tristan, he seized the opportunity to enhance his mastery of these two abilities.
Soon, they arrived at the first layer''s guardian¡ªa seemingly simple fungal bear. As the creature roared defiantly, Thorian offered his companions calm directives. "Nox, you know what to do. Tristan, exercise caution. That beast can hurl poisonous spores. You''ll regret their touch. Wait for the right moment to strike."
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"Don''t worry, I''ve got this," Tristan replied, brandishing his sword with a confident smile. His eyes sparkled with resolve as he fixed his gaze on the adversary.
Meanwhile, Nox charged towards the guardian with astonishing velocity. As he approached, the Fungal Bear released a cloud of spores in a defensive reflex. Unperturbed, Nox grinned, seamlessly melding into the shadows at his feet.
Simultaneously, Tristan seized his chance, employing his charge skill to materialize beside the Fungal Bear. His blade emanated a radiant blue aura. With a swift, elegant motion, he delivered three consecutive strikes, each blow forcing spores and fungi to erupt from the guardian''s grievous wounds.
The Fungal Bear''s agony-filled roar echoed as Nox reemerged behind it. His shadows morphed into lethal barbed tendrils, which he then drove through the guardian''s body, ensuring a swift and decisive end.
"Congratulations, adventurers," the familiar voice intoned, "You have vanquished the Guardian of the First Layer, the Fungal Bear. You''ve shown strength, courage, and exceptional teamwork. The treasure of this layer is yours to claim."
As the Fungal Bear''s form dissolved into a myriad of colorful particles, a treasure chest materialized in its place. Tristan''s eyebrows arched in wonder at the sight. "How magical," he exclaimed.
"Well done," Thorian praised, clapping his hands as he joined them. He turned to Tristan, "You''ve successfully navigated your first dungeon. Congratulations."
"Thank you," Tristan replied with a light laugh. "Defeating such formidable foes is exhilarating. The goblins and monsters that were back in Locksley pale in comparison."
"We''re only just beginning," Nox said with a chuckle. "The guardian of the next layer is even stronger. It''s larger than a house!"
"I''m eager to face it," Tristan said, smiling.
With that, the party distributed the rewards between Nox and Tristan, acknowledging their significant contributions. After exiting the dungeon, they ventured forth into the second layer. This new phase mirrored the first in many ways, with slightly stronger monsters that posed no real challenge to Nox and Tristan. Thorian continued to offer support, focusing on refining his mastery of two particular skills.
Upon reaching the entrance to the golden grotto, Thorian chose to address the group. "We are about to confront the guardian of this layer," he announced. "Given its formidable power, I''ll bolster you with my defensive skill."
Activating his Lord Aegis ability, Thorian enveloped Nox and Tristan in a protective golden barrier. "This skill is most effective against elemental attacks, but it will still offer substantial protection against a foe of this caliber."
"Thank you, Thorian," Tristan said, examining the shield encasing him with awe. "Having this skill safeguarding me truly boosts my confidence."
"Do not be reckless," Thorian cautioned. "That creature secretes acid. It would be prudent to avoid contact."
"I''ll bear that in mind," Tristan confirmed with a nod.
Returning Tristan''s nod, Thorian directed his attention to Nox. "Aim for its joints and neck; those areas are less armored. And make sure to leverage your weapon''s passive skill effectively."
"Don''t worry, I''ve got this," Nox assured, his smile confident as he brandished his short sword.
With those final instructions, Nox and Tristan charged into the grotto, confronting the awakened gilded spiketail. The guardian, with a terrifying hiss, charged at them, its hundred legs propelling it forward and steel-like mandibles gaping.
Nox, unfazed, vanished into his shadow to evade the attack, while Tristan met the charge with his swordsmanship. Despite his efforts, Tristan''s strikes couldn''t halt the guardian''s advance, but Thorian''s shield held strong against the spiketail''s mandibles.
In a blink, Nox reappeared behind the spiketail, his sword poised for attack. He delivered swift, precise slashes to its armored neck, burrowing into the creature''s flesh.
The guardian''s roars of agony echoed as Nox intensified his onslaught, his blade now shrouded in shadows, relentlessly striking the flailing spiketail.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Tristan stepped up his attack. His sword, glowing with a blue aura, landed three forceful strikes beneath the beast''s mandibles.
Under the relentless barrage from both front and back, the gilded spiketail''s strength waned until its body stilled, dissolving into luminous specks as the dungeon''s voice heralded their triumph.
Chapter 154: Secure Beyond Sense
After dispatching the gilded spiketail, the group swiftly divided the spoils before hastening into the third layer. In this realm, Thorian assumed a supportive role, letting Tristan and Nox lead the charge. It wasn''t until they confronted the guardian, an armored spiketail, that Thorian began to unleash his offensive spells.
"That was certainly more challenging than the previous layer," Tristan remarked, securing his newly acquired armor. "However, the rewards more than make up for the effort. This chest-plate is remarkably sturdy."
"My new sword managed to pierce through its armor," Nox said with a chuckle. "We would''ve been in big trouble if it hadn''t."
"You both have performed admirably. Nearly clearing the third layer with minimal assistance is no small achievement," Thorian praised, nodding. "But the next layer will be my battle. The guardian there is beyond what you''re prepared to face at this moment."
"Are we advancing even further?" Tristan inquired, his tone laced with surprise. "I''m curious about the guardian awaiting us. Surely not another spiketail variant?"
"That would be far too mundane," Thorian replied, shaking his head. "We''re facing a corrupted treant."
"I''m eager to see it," Tristan said, his smile widening.
With that, the group made a swift exit from the dungeon and ventured into the fourth layer. They breezed through the initial stages, overcoming the armored spiketail, before making their way into the cave that led to the corrupted treant''s den. As Thorian glimpsed the light at the tunnel''s end, he raised a hand, signaling for his companions to halt.
"Beyond this point, the air is laced with poison," Thorian cautioned. "Enter if you must, but hold your breath. And venture no further than necessary."
With a nod of understanding from both Nox and Tristan, Thorian charged into the den of the corrupted treant. Confronted by its menacing form, a smile crept across Thorian''s face. Let''s see if I can fell it with a single blow.
Harboring a strategy, Thorian summoned two of his Elemental Embodiment spells through his dual casting technique.
Greater Gale Slash. Fire Stream.
He unleashed a vertical wind slash and, without hesitation, melded it with the inferno of his Fire Stream, giving birth to a fiery whirlwind. This fusion spell, a Flaming Gale Slash, surged forward with dazzling brilliance, incinerating and shredding the myriad roots ensnaring the lair.
The treant let out a ferocious roar and erected a wooden barrier in defense, but it proved futile against Thorian''s onslaught. The Flaming Gale Slash effortlessly cleaved through the dense network of roots comprising the barrier, then bore down upon the treant''s vulnerable form.
Boom!
A colossal explosion ensued, obliterating the treant''s red core and causing the entirety of its root-bound body to wither instantly.
"Congratulations, adventurers," the ethereal voice of a lady rang out. "You have defeated the Guardian of the Fourth Layer, the corrupted treant. Your display of strength, bravery, and exemplary teamwork has earned you the treasures of this realm."
Level up!
The sight of the level-up notification brought a smile to Thorian''s face. Once you taste the magic of the abyss, it is certainly hard to be content with the experience points dungeons provide. Yet, considering this is merely a low-tier dungeon designed for small parties, such outcomes are to be expected.
Exhaling deeply, Thorian turned to find Tristan and Nox approaching him, their faces a mix of awe and disbelief.
"Just what was that, Thorian? I''ve never witnessed magic of such magnitude before!" Nox exclaimed, his eyes scanning the destruction wrought by Thorian''s combined spell with awe.
"To imagine you possess such formidable strength..." Tristan murmured, a hint of admiration lacing his voice. "You''re far more powerful than I ever realized."
"This? This is merely the tip of the iceberg," Thorian responded with a chuckle, his tone light yet brimming with confidence. Then, shifting his focus, he decided it was time to assess the advancement of his last two skills.
| Water Prison |
| Description |
This advanced skill conjures a sphere of water around a targeted enemy, trapping them inside. The water prison restricts movement and breathing, causing continuous water damage over time. The skill requires concentration to maintain. |
| Proficiency |
100% |
| Earth Spikes |
| Description |
This potent ability allows the mage to summon sharp, jagged spikes of rock from the ground at a targeted area. The spikes impale enemies, causing significant earth damage and potentially immobilizing them momentarily. The spikes retract into the ground shortly after emerging. |
| Proficiency |
100% |
Finally, reaching the peak proficiency of these two skills took an eternity.
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With a contented smile, Thorian turned his gaze back to Nox and Tristan. "I believe we''ve had our fill of dungeon explorations for today. We have numerous tasks ahead of us that require our attention." His expression then turned serious as he directed his attention toward Nox. "Additionally, I have a specific assignment for you, should you choose to accept it."
"Of course, just let me know what needs to be done," Nox replied with a smile. "Yesterday was rather uneventful. I''m eager for any activity that is more fun than just wandering aimlessly around the village."
Hearing Nox''s response, Thorian sighed before sharing his concerns. "I''ve grown increasingly suspicious of the activities within the Strongheart manor."
"The Stronghearts?" Tristan interjected, confusion evident in his voice. "What are you implying? My closest friend resides there."
"If that''s the case, then your friend is likely oblivious to his family''s nefarious undertakings," Thorian stated, his voice tinged with a chilling seriousness. "The fact that Nalia''s forces are more committed to guarding that manor than their own stronghold should raise alarm."
Tristan''s face paled, and he bit his lower lip, casting his gaze downward. "Oswald, my friend, must be unaware of this. Please, ensure no harm comes to him."
"I have no intention of causing him harm," Thorian assured, before shifting his focus back to Nox. "Actually, I want you to make contact with him. Having someone on the inside could significantly aid our efforts. He''s the one with red hair, whom I kicked during that unfortunate display."
"I remember him," Nox acknowledged with a nod. "But what exactly should I tell him?"
Thorian paused momentarily to organize his thoughts before responding. "Inform him that Tristan is safe and that his family is implicated with Nalia. Urge him to scrutinize his surroundings for anything out of the ordinary."
As Thorian outlined his strategy, Tristan appeared lost in thought, his expression laden with concern. Eventually, he looked up at Thorian and inquired, "Is there a chance you''re considering an assault on the Strongheart estate?"
"That possibility cannot be discounted," Thorian acknowledged with a nod. "Should our investigation within reveal a threat of significant magnitude, it would indeed be prudent to neutralize it. I prefer the burden of having the blood of a few servants on my hands over the potential annihilation of Locksley."
Tristan''s internal struggle was evident as he bit his lip, eventually releasing a heavy sigh. Turning to Nox, he said, "I need you to convey a message from me to Oswald. Remind him of the day we spent at Jasmine¡¯s restaurant, and tell him that it''s imperative we safeguard the peace we''ve forged."
Nox glanced briefly at Thorian, who gave an approving nod. With a smile, he assured, "I can do that."
With the immediate matters addressed, Thorian deemed it time to wrap up their discussion. "Time is of the essence; I''m orchestrating an offensive against Nalia this afternoon. We must expedite our preparations."
Having divided the dungeon''s treasures among themselves, the trio set off toward the village. It was then that an idea sparked in Thorian''s mind.
If Nox were to be paired with a direwolf, their telepathic bond could prove immensely beneficial. But, are there any direwolves still unpartnered?
To seek this information, Thorian initiated telepathic communication with the sovereign of the direwolves. "Harald, I find myself in need of your wisdom. Are there any direwolves yet unpaired?"
"Yes, indeed," Harald replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "My son has yet to choose a partner. He had set his sights on Forlune and Zogarth, but alas, they had already established contracts with others. Now, he''s holding out for someone he deems worthy."
At this news, Thorian couldn''t help but chuckle. "Well, that simplifies matters considerably. I have the perfect candidate for him: Nox, whom I consider my most trusted ally."
Harald''s tone shifted to one of surprise. "But hasn''t Nox been in a state of unconsciousness for the past week?" he inquired, before letting out a grumble of concession. "Never mind that, I will persuade my son. If Nox has earned your trust to such an extent, then his potential must indeed be remarkable."
"Your assistance is greatly appreciated, Harald," Thorian responded, a wave of relief washing over him. "You''ve alleviated a significant burden for me."
Chapter 155: Mix & Match
As they reached the village, Thorian turned to address his two comrades. "Nox, I need you to meet Harald by my house. He''ll introduce you to your new partner. After that, wait for my instructions. We can''t afford to be hasty with this mission."
"Roger that," Nox replied, a chuckle softening his response. "You''re always so serious, Thorian. It''s just a reconnaissance mission."
"This is precisely when seriousness is paramount," Thorian retorted, his tone underscored with gravity. He then shifted his gaze to Tristan, "As for you, take this opportunity to familiarize yourself with the village. Enjoy your time with Brix and feel free to pursue whatever piques your interest."
"I understand," Tristan sighed, a tinge of resignation in his voice. "This isn''t a battle for me to intervene in. The powers at play are beyond my grasp."
"It''s reassuring to hear you understand the situation," Thorian said, his smile brief but genuine. "With any luck, we''ll be celebrating tonight, having neutralized a threat to us both."
With these final words hanging in the air, Thorian departed from his companions, setting his course for the Magus Guild. As he treaded the familiar path, a relentless whirlpool of doubts churned within him.
For some inexplicable reason, I''m haunted by the sensation that a vital piece escapes my grasp. With Nox partnering upwith Harald''s child, our lines of communication should be secured. Should turmoil arise, my swift feet will ensure I''m at the Strongheart manor within moments, a mere five minutes from the western gate.
Despite this reassurance, a gnawing unease tightened its grip around his heart, whispering of overlooked errors, of a path mistakenly chosen.
A consultation with Elder Oom is necessary. Perhaps there''s an ability we''ve neglected. Only with this assurance can I dispatch Nox free from the shackles of worry.
With a determined push, Thorian relegated these swirling thoughts to the recesses of his mind, focusing on the path that lay before him. As he neared his destination, he seized the moment to experiment with combining spells he had mastered to their fullest extent, beginning with the Fire Pillar and Water Prison spells.
| List of Mist Skills |
| Torrential Mist |
Conjures a powerful, swirling vortex of mist that pulls enemies towards its center, dealing damage and disorienting them. This skill is highly effective for crowd control. |
| Mist Blade |
Summons a dense, razor-sharp mist in the form of blades that can be directed towards enemies. These blades are capable of slicing through armor and flesh alike, ideal for cutting down foes with precision and agility. |
| Steam Surge |
Releases a powerful blast of superheated steam in a straight line, dealing damage and potentially stunning enemies caught in its path. |
Mist Blade appears to be a marginally less powerful variant of the Greater Gale Slash. As for Steam Surge, it presents a viable option for situations where my intention isn''t to kill but to inflict severe injury, Thorian mused, weighing his options carefully.
After careful consideration, he decided on the latter. Although Torrential Mist seemed appealing, it offered little beyond the capabilities of a basic Tornado, making his choice clear.
| Congratulations, you have acquired the skill: ¡°Steam Surge¡± |
After choosing his skill, Thorian decided to combine his Fire Pillar with his Earth Spikes skill.
| List of Magma Skills |
| Magma Eruption |
Causes a violent eruption of magma from the ground at a targeted location, dealing heavy damage to all enemies in the area. The eruption leaves behind a pool of lava that continues to damage enemies who stand in it, making it ideal for area denial. |
| Molten Boulder |
Conjures a massive boulder made of molten lava and hurls it at a single target. On impact, the boulder deals significant damage and explodes, scattering molten debris that damages nearby enemies. |
| Magma Armor |
Encases the user in a protective layer of cooled magma, significantly increasing defense while dealing damage to any who come into close contact. The armor also grants immunity to fire-based attacks and can inflict burn damage to the attackers. |
The first two skills offer commendable offensive capabilities, yet they would prove inadequate against an adversary of Nalia''s caliber. Possessing stronger defensive skills could very well tip the scales between life and death.
Guided by this line of reasoning, Thorian made his selection, choosing a skill that balanced his need for defense with his strategic considerations.
| Congratulations, you have acquired the skill: ¡°Magma Armor¡± |
Thus, Thorian proceeded to his subsequent experiment: merging the Water Prison and Earth Spikes spells.
| List of Wood Skills |
| Sapling Barrage |
Launches a volley of fast-growing saplings towards enemies, which upon landing, rapidly grow into trees that can trap or impale targets. This skill is effective for crowd control and offense. |
| Living Canopy |
Creates a large, protective canopy of dense foliage overhead, reducing damage from aerial attacks and providing healing benefits to allies underneath its shade. |
| Bramble Patch |
Creates an expansive patch of brambles and thorns that covers a large area, dealing damage over time to enemies within it and slowing their movement. The brambles are durable and can block pathways, making it an effective tool for area denial and control in strategic locations |
The first and second skills are intriguing, no doubt, but the capability to slow down adversaries, even if just for a brief moment, could prove invaluable. This is particularly true in the context of a large-scale battle, where every second gained can significantly impact the outcome.
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| Congratulations, you have acquired the skill: ¡°Bramble Patch¡± |
The next spells Thorian decided to combine were Water Prison and Tornado.
| List of Ice Skills |
| Ice Spear |
With a precise gesture, the caster summons a sharp, elongated spear of ice, hurtling it toward a single enemy with unerring accuracy. On impact, the Ice Spear deals significant piercing damage and has a high chance of freezing the target solid for a brief period. |
| Blizzard |
The caster calls upon the formidable power of the arctic winds to unleash a ferocious blizzard that covers a wide area. This relentless storm rages for several seconds, continuously dealing cold damage to all enemies caught within its icy grasp. The biting cold severely reduces the movement speed and attack speed of affected enemies, making escape difficult. |
| Ice Barrier |
The caster conjures a formidable wall of dense, magically reinforced ice at a chosen location, serving as an immediate and robust defense against incoming attacks. This barrier spans a wide arc, effectively shielding the caster and their allies from ranged assaults, area-of-effect spells, and charging enemies. |
As Thorian surveyed the spells before him, a smile crept across his face. I''ve witnessed the strength of Ice Barrier firsthand. It managed to fend off the spirit elf''s assault, albeit temporarily. It''s undoubtedly the spell I should opt for.
| Congratulations, you have acquired the skill: ¡°Ice Barrier¡± |
Finally, it was time for the last skill combination: Tornado and Earth Spikes.
| List of Sand Skills |
| Sandstorm Fury |
Unleashes a whirling sandstorm that expands from the caster, dealing damage over time to multiple enemies caught within its radius. The sandstorm reduces the visibility and accuracy of attacks against the caster, offering both offensive and defensive benefits. Ideal for controlling the battlefield and damaging groups of enemies over time. |
| Quicksand Trap |
Summons a patch of quicksand at a targeted location, ensnaring a single enemy or a small group, depending on the size of the target area. Victims caught in the quicksand are significantly slowed and take periodic damage as they sink. Best used to immobilize high-value targets or to control movement in strategic areas. |
| Sand Spear Barrage |
Creates multiple sharp spears of hardened sand that are launched at nearby enemies, offering sustained area damage with a chance to impale enemies, causing them to bleed for additional damage over time. Effective for dealing with multiple threats simultaneously and for zoning opponents out of an area. |
Quicksand Trap is the way to go, Thorian concluded, scanning the skills. If I can ensnare Nalia in this trap, even for a brief moment, it would provide us an opening to barrage her with attacks.
| Congratulations, you have acquired the skill: ¡°Quicksand Trap¡± |
Having delved deep into the fusion of skills, Thorian found himself mentally exhausted yet profoundly gratified. Despite these skills remaining at the level of the first advancement, they significantly enhanced the versatility of his attack arsenal. Utilized adeptly, they could tip the scales of victory in his favor.
Now, it''s time for the real deal, Thorian thought, a smile playing on his lips as he beheld the Magus Guild before him. The skills of the second advancement are bound to be extraordinary.
Upon entering the bustling guild, he was warmly greeted by Fizzlegrin. "My lord, I presume you''re here to further your class advancement."
"You presume correctly," Thorian nodded in affirmation.
"Then, please follow me," Fizzlegrin said, leading Thorian to the familiar room where his ranking examination had taken place. "I''ve moved the advancement ceremony here, as the other room has become a training area for mana control for all members."
Thorian appreciated Fizzlegrin''s rationale with a smile as he approached the center of the room. There, the same purple crystal that facilitated his previous advancement awaited him. Placing his hand upon it, the crystal erupted into a brilliant glow, plunging the room into darkness before it was lit anew with speckles of light, mimicking a star-studded night sky.
| Checking for requirements |
| Congratulations, you have advanced to the second realm of the Elemental Magus] |
But the notifications didn''t end there.
| Ultimate Skill has been unlocked |
| Congratulations, you have acquired the skill: "Elemental Domain I" |
Chapter 156: The Magus’ First Apex
| Congratulations, you have acquired the skill: "Elemental Domain I" |
Upon receiving the notification, Thorian was overjoyed. From my interactions with that brat Aiden, I''ve gleaned a rough understanding of this skill''s nature. Yet, witnessing it firsthand is a completely different experience, he mused.
Motivated to explore the specifics of his newly acquired ability, Thorian navigated to his status window.
Display Panel.
| Elemental Domain I |
| Description |
The ultimate skill of the Elemental Magus class. Once this skill is invoked, you can choose one of the four basic elements to imbue it with. Depending on the element, the terrain around the user is altered, boosting the potency of skills tied to that element by 150%. The ability to freely manipulate the element in question is also drastically increased. |
| Cooldown |
One month |
| Proficiency |
0% |
What a preposterous skill, Thorian chuckled to himself, unable to suppress his amusement. If I strategically exploit the abyss to level up my class, there might be no need to ambush Nalia. A direct confrontation could suffice to overpower her.
As his spirits soared, Thorian took a deep breath, seeking to temper his excitement. Celebration is premature. The enigma cloaked within the Strongheart mansion remains unresolved. Only after addressing this secret should I initiate my offensive.
Regaining his composure, Thorian turned to face Fizzlegrin, who was beaming with pride.
"I take it from your grin that you''ve acquired something impressive," the guild master said, his laughter resonating with warmth. "Though, that''s to be expected from someone of your unique stature and class."
"Thank you," Thorian replied, his smile reflecting genuine appreciation. "Might I browse the skill scrolls available to me? My collection of Arcane Coins should more than suffice for any purchases."
"By all means," Fizzlegrin responded, his grin widening with anticipation, his hands rubbing together in evident greed. "It''s always a pleasure to assist you, my lord. You stand as our guild''s most esteemed patron."
With a light chuckle at Fizzlegrin''s exaggerated demeanor, Thorian accompanied him to his desk. There, the guild master presented the array of skill scrolls at Thorian''s disposal. Thorian meticulously examined each scroll, assessing their potential with keen interest.
| Fire Arrow Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Bestows the user with the "Fire Arrow" skill, a potent focused attack designed for precision and power against a single target. Upon invocation, the caster summons a singular, ethereal arrow, wreathed in flames and charged with intense magical energy. This fiery projectile is then launched with unerring accuracy towards the chosen foe, piercing through defenses with its incendiary might. Upon impact, the Fire Arrow explodes, delivering massive fire damage to the target and igniting them with a fierce blaze that continues to inflict damage over time. |
| Flame Fury Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Grants the active skill "Flame Fury." This formidable ability empowers the user to conjure and unleash a barrage of massive fireballs, each capable of causing extensive destruction upon impact. This skill allows for the targeting of multiple foes or areas simultaneously, enveloping them in a devastating inferno. Victims struck by these fiery projectiles suffer significant fire damage along with enduring a persistent burning effect, turning the battlefield into a blazing wasteland. |
| Raging Tempest Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Grants the active skill "Raging Tempest." This powerful spell conjures a massive storm that dominates the battlefield with fierce and unrelenting winds. The tempest covers a wide area, exerting its influence over a vast expanse, rendering it ideal for engaging multiple targets or controlling large-scale engagements. Enemies caught within the storm are subjected to high-speed winds that can displace them, disrupt their ranks, and transform the environment into a hazardous zone with flying debris. |
| Galeforce Spear Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Activates the active skill "Galeforce Spear." This potent spell channels the essence of the wind to form a series of ethereal spears, each imbued with the raw power of a tempest. Upon casting, the magus directs these spears towards their targets with precision and velocity akin to that of the most violent gusts. Upon impact, each spear explodes, releasing a concentrated burst of wind energy capable of piercing through defenses and causing significant damage to both the target and surrounding enemies through the resultant shockwaves |
| Earth Burial Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Grants the caster the "Earth Burial" skill, a powerful earth magic ability that manipulates the ground to entrap enemies. Upon activation, the user commands the earth to rise and swiftly encase targeted foes within a prison of dense, compacted soil and stone. This formidable spell not only immobilizes its victims but also exerts tremendous pressure, potentially causing significant damage or crushing those trapped under its weight. |
| Seismic Slam Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Empowers the user with the "Seismic Slam" skill, a devastating offensive earth magic ability. When activated, the caster slams their weapon or hand onto the ground, channeling their magical energy to create a powerful earthquake directed at their enemies. This seismic force travels through the earth towards the target area, causing the ground to rupture and split. Upon reaching its destination, the energy is released in violent upheaval, ejecting rock shards and creating shockwaves that can knock back, destabilize, and inflict severe damage on opponents caught in its path. |
| Deluge Cascade Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Grants the caster the ¡°Deluge Cascade" skill, a potent water magic spell with an immense area of effect. This skill allows the caster to infuse the existing clouds with powerful water magic, dramatically altering the weather within a vast region. Upon invocation, the skies darken as the enchanted clouds swell, culminating in a torrential downpour that drenches the battlefield. This magical rain not only saturates the area but also carries with it the caster''s mana, affecting all within its reach. |
| Aqua Vortex Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Grants the caster the skill "Aqua Vortex," a potent offensive water magic spell. This skill channels the caster''s mana to summon a massive, swirling vortex of water at a designated location. The vortex acts as a maelstrom, drawing in anything within its vicinity with irresistible force. Enemies caught by the vortex experience disorientation, suffocation, and severe hydrostatic pressure, leading to significant damage. The sheer power of the vortex not only incapacitates foes but can also disrupt the terrain, creating temporary water hazards that hinder movement and provide strategic advantages. |
As Thorian surveyed the vast array of skills before him, he paused momentarily to gather his thoughts, then meticulously began to parse through each description. Like I remember, Fire Arrow is certainly powerful, he pondered. Coupled with my passive abilities and the Elemental Domain, it could overpower most adversaries.
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Continuing his perusal, he considered the potential combinations at his disposal. The Deluge Cascade could complement Raging Tempest beautifully. Together, they might conjure a true thunderstorm. And incorporating Lightning Strike into the mix would yield catastrophic results.
Content with his evaluations, Thorian addressed Fizzlegrin decisively, "I will take all of them."
"It''s always a pleasure to conduct business with you, my lord. That will be 10,000 Arcane Coins for each skill," the guild master replied, his smile broadening as he processed the transaction.
With the purchase concluded, Thorian tore through the parchments, each action triggering a cascade of notifications. After a moment, he turned back to Fizzlegrin, indicating his intention to depart. "I must attend to other matters now."
"Of course, my lord," Fizzlegrin acknowledged with a nod.
Pleased with his new acquisitions, Thorian stepped out of the magus guild, mulling over his next move. He intended to seek out Elder Oom, but before he could so much as take a step, his target materialized before him.
"My lord, I am relieved to have found you," Elder Oom approached, his expression laden with concern.
Seeing the shaman''s troubled demeanor, Thorian''s expression hardened, his previous worries resurfacing. "What troubles you, Elder Oom? It''s uncommon to see you in such a state."
"I apologize for my distress, my lord," Elder Oom began, his tone turning grave. "It concerns Nox''s mission. I believe it would be prudent to delay it."
"Why is that?" Thorian inquired. The Elder¡¯s words almost confirmed his worries, and he was eager to know what the latter had deducted.
Elder Oom exhaled deeply, burdened by his oversight. "I must apologize, my lord. The sheer magnitude of Nalia''s abilities had momentarily eclipsed an essential detail from my mind," he confessed, regret coloring his tone. "One of Nalia''s top lieutenants, the one with the slender build, possesses a skill that renders Nox''s mission exceedingly perilous. This individual can detect any fluctuations in mana within a twenty-meter radius. Should he be present at the Strongheart manor during our planned operation, Nox''s presence would undoubtedly be discovered."
This revelation momentarily took Thorian aback, plunging him into a contemplative silence. I now understand the root of my concerns. Despite Nalia''s mind-control powers, I was always puzzled by her ability to track Alacritas and his team. This sheds light on it.
He exhaled deeply, his gaze falling to the ground as he pondered his next move. With someone like that guarding the mansion, sneaking in seems nearly impossible. Yet, this doesn''t leave me without options. If we can ensure this guardian is no longer a concern, infiltrating the manor to uncover what Nalia is hiding becomes feasible.
Engrossed in his thoughts, Thorian scarcely noticed Elder Oom''s ongoing advice. "In my view, my lord, Nox should enhance his abilities through the abyss before embarking on such a perilous endeavor. Yet, even with an evolution, stealth might remain unachievable unless it enables him to completely conceal his mana signature."
Thorian dismissed the idea with a shake of his head. "Wishful thinking," he remarked. "Firstly, we can''t predict the skills Nox might acquire post-evolution. More critically, our current pact with Nalia bars us from accessing the abyss until her forces venture into our dungeons. Any breach of this agreement, regardless of our rationale, would only serve to alert her, jeopardizing our element of surprise."
Elder Oom found himself at a loss, the complexity of their situation rendering him speechless. "What would you have us do, then, my lord?"
Exhaling, Thorian laid out his revised strategy. "Direct confrontation may currently be off the table, but we''re not devoid of options. We must secure Oswald''s allegiance; his insider knowledge could reveal the manor''s vulnerabilities. Once Nalia and her men commit to our dungeons, Nox can safely infiltrate the manor, circumventing any risk of detection."
Interlude 17
Nalia¡¯s POV
Nalia stood in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief, as she witnessed her fellow cult members being struck down one by one by the knights. Her entire world was crumbling right in front of her eyes. Just as they were on the cusp of realizing their dream, it had morphed into a nightmarish reality.
She turned back and gazed upon their ultimate creation: an amalgamation of souls, its surface writhing with thousands of faces. It stood mightily behind her, its immense frame nearly engulfing half of the chamber. "It''s so close to achieving perfection. The ten-thousand sacrifice soulmire. Oh, our great wish. The mighty vessel upon which our lord shall descend," she murmured, a mix of awe and desperation in her voice.
Tears streamed down her face as she beheld their creation, yet the screams of her comrades pierced the air, making it clear that her dream was now as distant as the horizon.
"No! It cannot end this way!" she exclaimed, her voice cracking with desperation. She rushed toward the soulmire and kneeled before it with a look of utter despair. "Oh, mighty Yaksha, please, free me from my flesh and deliver my soul! Let me be a part of you!" she pleaded.
A blood-red aura enveloped her as she began her incantation. Her long-awaited wish, to merge with her deity, lay tantalizingly within reach. She was determined not to let it slip through her fingers.
Yet, just as she felt her soul beginning to detach from her body, a sword pierced through her chest. Her world spun dizzyingly as she coughed up blood, and as she lay on the ground, the last sight that met her eyes was the bearded face of the lord who had slain her.
Letting out a gasp, Nalia''s body jerked upright. With a terrified expression, she scanned her surroundings, only to realize she was still lying in her bed. It was merely a nightmare, a vivid echo from a past life.
Lord William, she thought, grinding her teeth as the memory of the man who had killed her surfaced. Yet, as she recalled his current predicament, a sly smile crept across her face. Oh, how pitiful. How the mighty have fallen. You, who once haunted me and my brethren, are now but a plaything in my grasp. At my mere whim, I can dictate your fate.
As she stepped out of her bed, a knock at the door caught her attention. Knowing who awaited her, Nalia beckoned with a smile, "Come in, Soren."
Soren entered, a respectful bow in his posture. "My lady, I have come to report the events of yesterday."
"Please, proceed," Nalia responded, beginning her makeup routine. "I''ve heard that Tristan has fallen, but the rest of the army returned. Was there a particular reason?"
"Yes, my lady," Soren nodded, his voice steady. "We were ready to strike when the Monster King intervened."
At this revelation, Nalia''s heart skipped a beat, and she turned around, her expression grave. "Then how do you stand before me?"
"We watched from a long distance, my lady," Soren clarified. "We didn''t engage, as the Monster King was enraged at the army that had trespassed his domain. In his wrath, he eliminated Tristan for us."
Nalia scrunched her eyebrows for a second before exhaling a sigh of relief. "That is indeed more favorable than any alternative I had envisioned." She then fixed Soren with a piercing gaze. "But have you confirmed Tristan''s demise? After all, he is our most crucial target."
"I did," Soren confirmed with a nod. "I examined Tristan''s remains after everyone had departed. What was left was nothing but the melted remnants of his armor and his charred bones. He is undoubtedly deceased."
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Hearing this, Nalia''s smile broadened, and her heart rate steadied. "How very fortunate. This outcome surpasses even my expectations. Given that witnesses observed Tristan''s demise at the hands of the Monster King, there will be no suspicions of our involvement. This clears the path for us to install Johannes as the lord of Locksley without any opposition."
"Indeed, my lady. It seems the gods are in our favor," Soren agreed with a respectful nod.
Nalia''s thoughts then shifted to the matter concerning William''s other child. "What of James? Have you managed to assassinate him?"
Soren hesitated briefly before answering, "We were unable to locate him at his estate, my lady. It appears he has eluded us."
"He escaped?" Nalia arched an eyebrow, her mind racing. "Who do you suspect could have orchestrated it?"
"I believe it to be General Henry who planned this escape, my lady," Soren replied. "He had already expressed strong opposition to Tristan''s expedition, advocating instead for bolstered defenses. Moreover, he did hear a rumor about Robert, James¡¯ bodyguard, mentionning General Henry before escaping. While we couldn¡¯t confirm the truth of this rumor, all signals point at Henry being the main man behind this escape."
Hearing Soren''s analysis, Nalia pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement. "That does seem the most plausible scenario," she conceded, recalling General Henry from her past life. He had been a formidable adversary, one whose actions had significantly contributed to her downfall.
As memories of her previous existence surfaced, she shook her head dismissively and stated, "Ultimately, James is of no consequence. Should he reemerge and seek to assert his claim as lord, we can easily fill his council with our own men and manipulate him through it. He''s merely a child, after all."
"That approach would indeed align perfectly with our objectives," Soren agreed. "Depending on how events unfold, he might even prove to be a more advantageous pawn for us than Johannes."
Encouraged by this line of reasoning, Nalia''s smile widened. "Excellent. It appears we''ve adeptly navigated our obstacles. Now, our focus must shift to dealing with the Monster King."
"Are you contemplating an offensive soon, my lady?" Soren inquired, a hint of concern in his voice. "Yet, we remain ignorant of the full scope of his powers. Our espionage has been concentrated on Locksley, making it challenging to procure reliable intelligence on that Monster village without drawing attention."
Nalia laughed softly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I have no intention of launching a direct assault, nor does his strength concern me," she assured him. "Once we''re fully armed with Yellow Storm items from the dungeons they''ve unveiled, confronting the abyss will be within our grasp. Granted, I''ll need to use up a significant number of souls to breach the 20th floor, but the rewards justify the sacrifice. With my class advancement, they''ll have no means of eluding me."
"I eagerly await that moment," Soren said, his chuckle mirroring Nalia''s confidence. He then ventured, "If I may inquire, when do you envision launching this assault?"
"We will stage an ambush tomorrow as they emerge from the abyss portal," Nalia declared, a cunning smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "At the moment they''re most vulnerable, drained from expending all their mana, we''ll strike."
Soren''s face lit up with a smile, and he knelt before her. "My lady, I eagerly anticipate the day you ascend as the queen of this region. No, the queen of the entire country."
Observing his reaction, Nalia''s smile remained, though her expression was unreadable. She approached the kneeling Soren and tenderly caressed his cheek. "And you shall stand by my side in that new era, my dear Soren."
Soren''s eyes widened, a rush of emotions playing across his face. However, as he struggled to find the words, he quickly stood and cleared his throat. "I must take my leave now, my lady. The Strongheart manor still requires my vigilance."
"You are always so dependable, Soren," Nalia said, her smile genuine as Soren exited the room.
Yet, as soon as the door closed behind him, her face settled into a mask of indifference. What a pitiful lad. His infatuation is so palpable, that I do not even need to use my eyes.
She stretched languidly and reclined on her bed. Alas, Soren, you are nothing but a relic of a bygone era to me. Your memory is but hazy images of a time I had already forgotten. My heart now belongs solely to one being. Oh mighty Yaksha, how I yearn for your arrival in this world, to reign supreme together.
Interlude 18
Nox¡¯s POV
As Nox lay down on a couch in Thorian¡¯s living room, his new partner joined him and sat next to him.
¡°So you said that you¡¯ve defeated 500 humans in that attack,¡± Magnus, Nox¡¯s direwolf partner, asked with incredulity. ¡°That is a truly hard number to comprehend. I¡¯ve seen those humans; they were certainly not weak.¡±
¡°I was just much faster than them,¡± Nox replied nonchalantly. ¡°Yeah, they were a bit powerful, but they were uncoordinated. Plus, they were just mad, trying to kill and destroy everything. I don¡¯t think even half of them noticed me approaching in their berserk state.¡±
¡°Still, that is very impressive,¡± Magnus responded. ¡°At first, I agreed to become your partner just because you¡¯re the king¡¯s best friend. But it seems you¡¯re fairly strong too.¡±
¡°That was in the past,¡± Nox shook his head. ¡°I will need to work hard if I want to catch up to my friends. They¡¯ve been growing strong while I was recovering.¡±
¡°Then we¡¯re in the same boat,¡± Magnus smiled. ¡°It took me three days to recover my strength, and by that time, all of the strong officers of the village had already been contracted. As the son of Harald, it would have been shameful for me to partner up with a greenhorn.¡±
¡°Then we can grow powerful together,¡± Nox chuckled.
Hearing that, Magnus smiled before he rested his head on Nox¡¯s shoulder. The two stayed like that for a few moments before Magnus broke the silence. ¡°Since we were talking about humans, I really don¡¯t understand them. Those people who attacked the village before were so insane that I thought their whole species was just mad savages. But now the king has brought others that are docile and reasonable. If I didn¡¯t already know they were humans, I would have thought they were from a different species.¡±
¡°I can¡¯t fault you for that,¡± Nox chuckled. ¡°When the humans attacked our village, I really hated them. I wanted to kill them all. But after talking with Tristan and those two kids, I find it really hard to hate them. I actually want to be their friend.¡±
Hearing that, Magnus chuckled, ¡°You¡¯re a bit too innocent. But I don¡¯t dislike that about you.¡±
As they were talking, the door suddenly opened, and Thorian entered. ¡°Seems like you two have already become partners; that¡¯s good to see.¡±
Seeing Thorian coming, Nox sat up in excitement. ¡°So, will I finally get to go to Locksley?¡±
¡°You will,¡± Thorian responded. ¡°But your task has slightly changed. For now, I just want you to contact Oswald and tell him about his family¡¯s relationship with Nalia. Warn him that things might get ugly if we cannot resolve these matters discreetly.¡±
Hearing those words, Nox sighed in disappointment. ¡°And here I thought it would be an actual dangerous mission. This is not exciting at all.¡±
¡°From the information that I have just gotten, the mission wouldn¡¯t have been just dangerous; it would have been outright suicide,¡± Thorian responded with a serious voice. ¡°You will still have the chance to infiltrate the Strongheart estate, but you will just need to wait a few hours for that. Nalia and her major officers will enter the dungeons at noon, and that will be your opportunity to rush in.¡±
¡°Are they that powerful?¡± Nox asked, still unconvinced. ¡°But even if they are, as long as I just sneak in without them noticing, it wouldn¡¯t matter.¡±
¡°That¡¯s the issue; you cannot sneak in with them present,¡± Thorian responded with a sigh. ¡°They can sense everything that happens in the mansion. So the moment you step in, they will pinpoint your location.¡±
Nox¡¯s heart skipped a beat at that revelation before he bit his lower lip. ¡°Now that would have been a big problem.¡±
¡°Yeah, it would have,¡± Thorian responded before gesturing for the two to follow him outside. ¡°Now let¡¯s go. Alacritas is waiting for you, and time is running out.¡±
Understanding the seriousness of the situation, Nox nodded before he followed Thorian alongside Magnus. The group then quickly left the village and rushed toward Locksley, where they found Alacritas waiting for them near the gates.
¡°Boss, I have been waiting for this day with impatience,¡± Alacritas walked toward Nox with a wide smile on his face. ¡°Doing missions without you has felt strange. I¡¯m so glad you¡¯re back with us.¡±
The two hugged each other while Nox heartily laughed, ¡°Sorry about that. But look at you, you¡¯ve grown so big and strong. You¡¯re practically the boss now.¡±
¡°No, that was just temporary,¡± Alacritas shook his head. ¡°Once we challenge the abyss, you¡¯ll catch up to everyone else in no time.¡±
¡°I can¡¯t wait for that,¡± Nox chuckled before looking at Locksley¡¯s gates with a determined look. ¡°But we have a job to do first.¡±
Nox then looked at Thorian, who gave him a nod. With this confirmation, he followed Alacritas into the city.
As they rushed from one building to the next, Alacritas began his explanation. ¡°Nalia¡¯s men are usually concentrated in the inner citadel, but thankfully, we don¡¯t have to go there yet.¡±
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¡°Do you know where Oswald is?¡± Nox asked with interest. The red-haired young man was his target, and he needed to talk with him first.
¡°He should be near the town hall, registering his quests,¡± Alacritas responded. ¡°Usually, this is the time when he begins some expedition outside of Locksley, but today is different. With Tristan gone, the city is basically under lockdown.¡±
¡°That makes sense,¡± Nox nodded. ¡°They have lost their lord and Tristan at the same time; it¡¯s only normal that they¡¯re scared.¡±
¡°They¡¯re supposed to elect a new lord very shortly,¡± Alacritas added. ¡°Most of the nobles are supporting Johannes to become the new lord. It seems that Nalia had a hand in that.¡±
¡°I see, so that¡¯s why Thorian is so pressed for time,¡± Nox stroked his chin in thought. ¡°He doesn¡¯t want Nalia to spread her roots in the city, or else it would be hard to destroy her without waging war on all of Locksley.¡±
¡°If that happens, there is no doubt in my mind that we would win,¡± Alacritas responded. ¡°But I think our lord wants William, Tristan, and the ruling family of Locksley to be indebted to him. This way, they could become our vassals without shedding any blood.¡±
¡°That would be amazing if it happened,¡± Nox chuckled. ¡°Having all of these humans join us would be nice. Plus, we could actually become friends with Tristan and the rest.¡±
¡°Your thinking is always so simple, boss,¡± Alacritas chuckled before he noticed something at the edge of his sight. ¡°Also, it seems we¡¯ve reached our destination.¡±
As they stopped on top of the roof of a building, they could see Locksley¡¯s plaza below. After looking around, Nox located Oswald coming out of one of the guild buildings that surrounded the town hall.
¡°Let¡¯s wait for him to go to a less populated place,¡± Alacritas advised. ¡°It would be too risky to contact him now with so many people around.¡±
Nodding at Alacritas¡¯s words, Nox waited as Oswald made his way through the plaza. The two assassins then closely followed him as he went through one street after another. The moment he entered an empty alleyway, Nox knew it was time for action.
Jumping into his shadow, Nox immediately appeared from behind Oswald and covered the latter¡¯s mouth with his hand. As Oswald let out muffled sounds and struggled, Nox shushed him. ¡°Stop making noises, I¡¯m not here to hurt you.¡±
Oswald¡¯s terrified face turned confused at Nox¡¯s declaration.
¡°Listen,¡± Nox started. ¡°I will now just be explaining the situation to you. I will not take off my hand because I know you¡¯ll go around screaming. So just listen. If you understand what I say, nod your head; if you don¡¯t, shake it.¡±
With a nod from Oswald, Nox began his explanation. ¡°First of all, Tristan is not dead. We had to fake his death because all of you dummies were being followed by Nalia¡¯s assassins. You were all going to die there if we hadn''t come in time to save you. Do you understand?¡±
Before Nox could even finish, Oswald shook his head violently. His eyes were full of a mixture of disbelief and suspicion.
Seeing this, Nox sighed, ¡°Well, that is to be expected. It¡¯s a lot to process in one go,¡± he then furrowed his eyebrows in thought before an idea struck his mind. ¡°Oh, I remember, Tristan told me to pass you a message. Remember the day you spent with him at Jasmine¡¯s restaurant, and that it¡¯s important that you protect the peace you¡¯ve created. I¡¯m not sure what he meant by that, but hey, that should tell you I¡¯m not lying at least. Do you understand?¡±
There was a moment of silence as Oswald¡¯s struggles stopped. He then slowly nodded his head.
Seeing this, Nox smiled, ¡°Seems like we¡¯re good on that first part. Now, time for the second part. Your family is a bunch of traitors. Nalia¡¯s men protect your mansion more than they protect their own stronghold. We need you to¡ªOuch!¡±
Before Nox could continue, Oswald bit his thumb and freed himself from his grasp. ¡°What the hell do you mean that my family is committing treason? Do you understand the weight of your words? My father might be cowardly, but he would never betray Lord William. Not after all the wars they had gone through together.¡±
While Nox was licking his bitten thumb, Alacritas rushed down from the rooftop, ready to strike Oswald before Nox stopped him. ¡°Wait! Let''s just talk.¡±
With a grumble, Alacritas halted his offensive. ¡°As you wish, boss.¡±
Nox then looked back at Oswald, who was still on guard against him. He then sighed and said, ¡°Okay, let¡¯s take it slow. Lord William has disappeared, and Tristan was about to be assassinated by Nalia. Now tell me, who is the most likely candidate to become the new Lord of Locksley.¡±
Hearing that reasoning, Oswald raised his eyebrows and looked down in shock. ¡°It¡¯s my father. All of the nobles are pushing for my father to become the new lord.¡±
¡°And why do you think that is?¡± Nox pressed. ¡°By all accounts, James should have been the one nominated as the new lord.¡±
¡°That¡¯s¡ because James has disappeared too. Sir Robert and Little Roo are nowhere to be found as well,¡± Oswald responded, his voice tinged with dejection.
¡°Thankfully, you don¡¯t have to worry about them,¡± Nox reassured him. ¡°We anticipated that Nalia was going to strike at them next, so we took them to our village. They¡¯re safe.¡±
¡°Can I see them?¡± Oswald immediately asked upon hearing this. ¡°I want to believe you, but I need to see that they¡¯re truly alive and well. I couldn¡¯t sleep last night, worrying about them.¡±
Hearing this plea, Nox scratched his head, looking troubled. ¡°I really don¡¯t think we have the time for that. I don¡¯t want to rush you, but we¡¯re going to war with Nalia today. There just isn¡¯t enough time for us to bring you to the village to see Tristan and the others, and then for you to come back so we can finish our job here.¡±
¡°What do you need done?¡± Oswald asked, his expression one of confusion. ¡°If you¡¯re going to war with Nalia so soon, surely the matters with my family can wait until after.¡±
¡°That¡¯s the issue; they can¡¯t,¡± Nox explained. ¡°We suspect that Nalia is hiding something very terrible in your mansion. If we go to war with her without knowing what it is, we could be blindsided and lose. If that happens, you can kiss Locksley goodbye. There would be no one left to protect it.¡±
Oswald closed his eyes, his expression contorting into a pained grimace at this revelation. He then let out a sigh and said, ¡°I¡¯ve decided, I will trust you. Everything that has happened in the past two days has been so confusing, but your explanation cleared everything for me. Or at least, it has given me hope amidst this bleak reality. But I must ask you first, what will happen if we do indeed find something terrible in my mansion? Will you attack it?¡±
¡°There is a high chance we will do that. Tristan knew about it too, and that''s why he told me to pass you that message,¡± Nox nodded, his expression one of resignation.
Calming his breath, Oswald took a few seconds to think before looking back at Nox. ¡°I think I understand what Tristan wants me to do. Just give me one hour, and I will bring you the information you need. You''ll know exactly where to look in my family''s mansion.¡±
Interlude 19
Oswald Strongheart¡¯s POV
As Oswald left the alleyway where he had encountered Nox and Alacritas, he shuddered. Running on pure adrenaline during the conversation, he felt the full weight of the situation only after departing. He yearned to understand more, but that luxury remained elusive.
How can I even trust you people? You''ve shown me nothing, neither Tristan nor my friends.
Frustration led him to bite his lower lip and clench his fist. He felt powerless, akin to a red leaf caught in a storm. The forces at play were so vast that he seemed to have no control over his future.
However, recalling the Monster King''s visage as he was seized by the neck, Oswald exhaled deeply. The king''s words, promising to send someone, were vivid in his memory. Although confusing at the time, their significance now dawned on him.
There''s no reason for them to manipulate me. If that monster had intended harm, he could have killed me on the spot along with the others. Yet, he didn''t, stopping after ''killing'' Tristan. And now, Tristan''s fate remains uncertain. The message I received could only have been from him¡ªonly he would speak in such a pure and naive manner.
Mustering his courage, Oswald took a deep breath. If Tristan trusted them enough to convey a message through them, I must trust them as well. This is the only path left for me, and if it''s the wrong choice, then so be it. I''d rather act and live with the consequences than remain paralyzed by fear of them.
With resolute steps, Oswald headed toward his destination. However, he decided against visiting his family mansion to unravel the conspiracy, opting instead for Jasmine''s restaurant.
Upon entering the now quiet restaurant, Jasmine approached him. "Young Lord Oswald, I''m terribly sorry for what happened to His Grace." She signaled for a servant, "Please serve the young lord whatever he wishes. It''s on the house."
Hearing her sympathetic tone, Oswald shook his head. "Now is not the time for that. I''ve come to you because I urgently need your help."
Sensing the seriousness in Oswald''s voice, Jasmine instructed the servant to leave and offered privacy for their conversation. "Let''s go to my back office. I assume this matter requires utmost secrecy."
Oswald nodded, and they proceeded past the kitchen to Jasmine''s office. After ensuring they were alone, she closed the door and faced Oswald, "We''re in private now, so feel free to speak openly. Tell me, how can I assist you? If it''s within my means, I''ll do anything to repay the kindness you and Tristan have shown me."
Oswald outlined his plan. "I need you to organize an open hour where ordinary people can dine for free at your restaurant. I will cover all the expenses."
Jasmine, puzzled by Oswald''s request, nodded hesitantly. "It will be challenging on such short notice, but we have enough supplies to serve a decent number of guests. However, may I ask why you wish to do this?"
"A great battle might soon erupt within the inner citadel," Oswald said gravely. "I want as many people as possible to evacuate from there without arousing suspicion."
Jasmine''s demeanor became serious upon hearing this. "In that case, I will not let you down. I''ll have my staff spread the word throughout the citadel about the open hour, emphasizing that the food will be free. It may cost me dearly, but the safety of the people is worth far more."
Oswald smiled and bowed in gratitude. "Thank you. I cannot begin to express how much I appreciate this."
"There''s no need to thank me," Jasmine reassured, patting Oswald on the shoulder. "What good is my wealth if my customers all perish? Now, go and attend to your preparations. I imagine you have much to do."
"I will certainly reimburse you for this," Oswald promised, leaving Jasmine''s office and the restaurant behind. With determined steps, he headed towards his family mansion.
Upon arrival, Oswald observed the bustling activity around him: couples jesting, elders running errands, and unfamiliar guards casting glances his way. The realization of his obliviousness weighed heavily on him. To think they were so close, and I didn''t notice. These eyes of mine must be for decoration because I am truly blind.
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Maintaining his composure, Oswald entered the mansion, his gaze sweeping through the grand foyer. His attention was drawn to the staircase, the mansion''s centerpiece. The secret father is keeping likely isn''t upstairs. It would be too difficult to conceal it from me, especially since my bedroom is there.
His mind raced with thoughts as he wandered aimlessly until an idea struck him. What about the dungeon in our basement? I haven''t been there in years, and my father always warned me against going there.
With a specific goal in mind, Oswald navigated towards the left corridor, proceeding down the staircases leading to the basement. Yet, as he descended, he encountered two guards stationed at the door.
"Good morning, gentlemen," Oswald greeted them warmly. "Would you kindly allow me to pass?"
"Young lord..." One of the guards hesitated, exchanging a wary glance with his companion. Then, with a pained expression, he addressed Oswald, "We are terribly sorry, young lord. We have orders from your father not to let anyone enter. Please don''t make this difficult for us."
Oswald''s face momentarily betrayed his shock. Father, I hoped it wasn''t true. I truly did hope it wasn¡¯t.
Yet, he quickly masked his dismay with a smile, shaking his head. "I understand. If these are father''s orders, I won''t cause you any trouble. Best wishes for the remainder of your shift."
With a determined stride, Oswald turned away and ascended towards the upper floor, where he encountered Arnold, the head butler, engaged in his cleaning duties. Oswald paused, a thought crossing his mind. Could Arnold be involved in father''s schemes? It would shatter my heart.
Arnold had dedicated over two decades of service to their family, playing a significant role in Oswald''s upbringing alongside his late mother. The notion of Arnold betraying him was unthinkable, threatening to unravel Oswald''s sense of trust.
"Young lord, is there a problem?" Arnold paused his work to look at Oswald, puzzled by his hesitation.
"No, just pondering," Oswald replied, quickly regaining his composure. After a brief pause, he conveyed his instructions, "Arnold, please gather all the servants in the garden. I have something important to discuss with them."
"Understood, young lord," Arnold responded with a respectful bow, ready to carry out Oswald''s request.
As Arnold set off to gather the servants, Oswald waited with a mix of impatience and anxiety, the thought of potentially confronting his father figure over treason gnawing at him.
Arnold''s return snapped Oswald from his thoughts. "Young lord, the servants are assembled and awaiting your address," he informed.
Acknowledging Arnold''s message, Oswald stepped outside to face the estate''s two dozen servants. He began his address with a tone of empathy, "I am aware that many of you have suffered the loss of loved ones in this Apocalypse, and my heart goes out to you. In recognition of your loyal service over the years, it''s time we reciprocate. I''ve arranged with Jasmine to host an open hour at noon today, where you''re all invited to enjoy a complimentary meal. This is also an opportunity for you to check on your families and spend time with your loved ones. Anyone interested may take advantage of this offer now."
The servants exchanged murmurs and glances with Arnold, uncertain of how to proceed.
Seeing this, Arnold reassured them with a smile, "The young lord''s offer stands. Those of you inclined to accept this kindness should do so without hesitation. You''ll regret missing this chance."
Encouraged by Arnold''s endorsement, over half of the servants eagerly departed, their faces alight with gratitude. Some even voiced their thanks to Oswald as they left.
Arnold chuckled at the scene before turning to the remaining servants, whose expressions were a blend of confusion, indecision, and mild frustration. "It seems the rest of you prefer to stay and work. Well, there''s nothing more to say. Please, return to your duties."
As the remainder of the servants disappeared back into the mansion, Arnold''s observation caught Oswald''s attention, igniting a spark of realization. "Only the new servants chose to stay. That''s indeed peculiar."
Oswald, feeling a rush of apprehension, turned to Arnold, seeking confirmation, "Did you know about this?"
Arnold''s response was tinged with a weary acknowledgment of the complexity of their situation. "I am privy to many things, young lord," he sighed, his expression somber. "However, this particular issue has been the most challenging to address. I wish you the utmost success in your efforts."
Oswald pondered for a moment, then, with a heavy heart, suggested, "I want you to leave the mansion too. Things might escalate."
Arnold''s smile was bittersweet as he understood the gravity of Oswald''s concern but stood firm in his decision. "I appreciate your concern, young lord, but my departure would raise suspicions among those who chose to stay. It''s crucial that I remain here to maintain a semblance of normalcy until you''re prepared to act."
Oswald, moved by Arnold''s dedication and loyalty, expressed his gratitude. "I''ll strive to handle this situation as cleanly as possible. Thank you, Arnold, for standing by me."
With their exchange concluded, Oswald set off from the mansion, armed with critical insights and preparations in place. It was time to reconvene with the black-furred monster.
Chapter 157: Exposed to Shadows
As Thorian settled on the outskirts of the forest, awaiting Nox''s return, he gazed upwards. The twin suns neared their zenith, and time was slipping away.
We''ve allowed Oswald ample time for his preparations. To wait any longer would jeopardize our plans, Thorian thought.
Determined, Thorian signaled for Magnus to come closer. "Contact Nox. Tell him it''s time to return."
Magnus nodded, initiating his telepathic communication, then smiled. "That won''t be necessary. He has completed his task and will soon return."
Thorian, surprised and pleased by the news, turned his gaze towards the grand gates of Locksley. Two figures appeared, leaping atop them, before Nox and Alacritas materialized beside him.
"We''ve obtained the information," Nox declared, smiling. "Whatever they''re hiding, it''s in their basement."
"That simplifies our task," Thorian responded with a smile. "But what about Oswald? Has he taken steps to minimize collateral damage?"
"He has," Alacritas answered. "He''s arranged a small festival in the plaza as a diversion. This will significantly reduce the number of people in the inner citadel when we act."
"Perfect," Thorian chuckled. "Then our work here is done. Let''s return to the village and convene the main parties."
With those words, the group hastened towards Wolvendale. Upon entering through the inner gates, they encountered Forlune, Zogarth, and the rest of their allies already assembled and awaiting their arrival.
"How did the reconnaissance mission fare, my lord?" Zogarth inquired eagerly.
Thorian, with a smile, gently patted Nox''s head. "We''ve secured all the information we need. The moment they step into our dungeons, we''ll infiltrate the Strongheart manor to uncover their secrets."
"And then we''ll strike," Forlune said, his grin spreading widely. "I''ve been awaiting this moment for days."
"Let''s not get ahead of ourselves when victory is so near," Thorian cautioned with a smile, then turned to address the group. "Since everyone is here, let''s proceed. Noon is quickly approaching."
Leading a diverse contingent of nearly thirty kobolds, orcs, goblins, and dire wolves, Thorian directed them towards the gates of Locksley. Yet, before they reached their meeting point, Thorian signaled for Nox to approach him.
"The time has come for you and Alacritas to take the longer path around to avoid detection. Do not infiltrate until I command it," he instructed.
"Understood," Nox nodded before reuniting with Alacritas. "Good luck."
With that, the two assassins veered right, opting for a route distinct from Thorian and the others.
Shortly thereafter, Thorian and his party emerged from the outskirts to find Nalia and her troops awaiting them. Before advancing, he scrutinized the area to identify the slender man who had been a constant source of trouble. After a moment, Thorian spotted him seated next to Nalia, alongside another high-ranking officer who had previously sought confrontation in their first meeting at Nalia¡¯s hideout.
"Is that the person you warned me about?" Thorian whispered, loud enough for Elder Oom to overhear. The elder nodded, confirming Thorian''s suspicion.
Perfect, that means the Strongheart manor is left undefended.
With this realization, Thorian and his forces approached Nalia and her contingent, announcing their arrival.
"You''re as punctual as always, Thorian," Nalia greeted, her smile reaching Thorian. "I trust the rewards from our abyss meet your expectations."
"Likewise," Thorian replied with a forced smile as he dismounted from Harald. "I hope your expeditions into the dungeons are equally rewarding."
"As is tradition, Hayden will guide you to the abyss," Nalia declared. "I assume some of your forces will accompany us to the dungeons."
"Just the usual measure," Thorian affirmed. "I''m sure you understand the necessity."
"Indeed," Nalia returned the smile. "Well then, if you''ll excuse us."
With that, Nalia signaled her troops to follow her, while Thorian instructed Elder Oom, several kobolds, and a few direwolves to escort Nalia''s group through the forest. Thanks to their telepathic link, they could monitor Nalia''s movements from kilometers away. Simultaneously, Thorian, with Magnus by his side, sent instructions to Nox. It was time for the infiltration.
Thorian''s main group trailed Hayden through the underground tunnels to the chamber housing the abyss portal. Upon entering, Thorian exchanged a glance with Forlune, who promptly ended Hayden with a swift sword strike.
Observing Hayden''s fallen body, Thorian reflected, Choosing this path means accepting its consequences.
Moving past Hayden''s body, Thorian turned to Magnus. "Has Nox entered the Strongheart manor yet?"
"He has," Magnus confirmed. "He and Alacritas are inside the dungeon in the basement. It appears they''ve discovered the Lord of Locksley imprisoned there, along with a dozen other humans."
"William is there?" Thorian raised an eyebrow in surprise. He had long resigned himself to the belief that his friend from a past life had fallen victim to Nalia''s machinations. The news of William''s survival brought Thorian a glimmer of joy.
"How intriguing, I would have thought they''d kill him to solidify their power," Zogarth remarked from the side.
"Could they be keeping him as leverage? Though, that seems like a high-risk strategy with little to gain," Aqua speculated, lost in thought.
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"Hold on, everyone," Thorian interjected, halting the speculation. He turned to Magnus and asked, "Is that all they found? Was there nothing else?"
Magnus furrowed his brows momentarily before replying, "They discovered a new chamber in the dungeon, housing a creature difficult to describe. They reported it as a monster with a hundred faces, something straight out of a nightmare."
Upon hearing this, Thorian paused, contemplating. A creature with a hundred faces, nightmarish in appearance. Could it be... a soulmire?
Realization struck him, and he sighed in understanding. "I see, so it''s a hundred-sacrifice soulmire."
"What is that creature?" Forlune inquired, ¡°That name certainly sounds ominous.¡±
Thorian pondered briefly before explaining, "A soulmire is born from the sacrifice of many souls, fused into a single entity. It seems they''ve spared William because they intend to use him in the sacrifice, to augment the soulmire''s power. However, they can''t proceed yet. William''s soul is blessed by the god of war, making any premature sacrifice risky. The soulmire would become unstable. They''d need a thousand sacrifices to neutralize the effect of his blessed soul."
Turning back to Magnus, he instructed, "Inform Nox and Alacritas to liberate William and the other humans. Without their sacrifices, the soulmire cannot gain strength."
"As you command," Magnus acknowledged, then sent the instructions telepathically to Nox.
"And the creature? How formidable is it currently, without William''s sacrifice?" Forlune queried.
Thorian took a moment before responding, "It''s troublesome, as it can''t be killed without complete purification. But it''s not particularly strong now. You could likely defeat it by yourself in its current state."
Zogarth laughed at this revelation, "It seems we''ve overestimated Nalia."
"Exactly," Forlune chuckled for a second. "Still, had we acted rashly, she might have sacrificed William, unleashing an uncontrollable force. Our caution saved us considerable trouble."
Thorian was taken aback by Forlune''s maturity. He''s grown more composed and thoughtful. The old Forlune wouldn''t have shown such restraint.
With a smile, Thorian formulated their next move. "Now that we understand the scope of Nalia''s capabilities, it''s time to act decisively. Eliminate any of Nalia''s followers you encounter in these tunnels."
At Thorian''s command, Forlune and Zogarth nodded in respect, "Your will is our duty, my lord."
With that, the group dispersed, moving swiftly to dismantle any remnants of Nalia''s network within the underground.
* * *
Nox¡¯s POV
As Nox observed the hundred-faced creature in the chamber, he felt a chill run down his spine. The entity seemed to have leaped from the depths of a nightmare, and the whispers of ensnared souls caused his blood to freeze.
What level of evil does it take to create such an abomination? This is absolute madness.
With his resolve tested, Nox bit his lower lip and signaled to Alacritas; it was time to leave. The sight of the creature was too much to bear any longer.
"Did Thorian issue any instructions regarding the prisoners?" Alacritas broke the heavy silence.
"He told us to set them free," Nox replied, taking a deep breath to steady himself.
He approached William''s cell and unlocked it. Stepping inside, he found Lord Locksley stirring awake, coughing. Their eyes met, and a look of confusion crossed William''s face.
"Are you the monster lord Henry warned me about? The one with red fur?" William inquired weakly, his mind foggy from his ordeal.
"My fur would have to be red for that to be accurate, wouldn''t it?" Nox responded with a light-hearted jest.
At this, William managed a chuckle, which morphed into a cough. "Right, my apologies. Just the delirium of a man close to death."
"You''re not going to die," Nox assured him, snapping the shackles with sheer force. "And the ''monster lord'' you mentioned is actually my friend. So, you weren''t entirely wrong."
"Why?" William gazed at his liberated hands, bewildered. "Why are you saving me?"
"You''ll have to ask my friend that," Nox replied with a smile, glancing back towards the chamber housing the monstrous creature. "Though, even without his directive, I''d have saved you regardless. No one deserves such a fate."
"You''re an honorable one, aren''t you?" William''s voice was weak. "You remind me of my son."
"Tristan?" Nox ventured.
At this, surprise flickered across William''s face. "You know my son?"
"I do," Nox nodded, his tone playful. "It''s a long story, but I ended up meeting him. I''d really like to be his friend."
"That would indeed be wonderful," William chuckled, then drew a deep breath, attempting to stand.
Observing William''s unsteady stance, Nox offered his support as they exited the cell. By this time, Alacritas had also liberated the other captives, though they, too, were in no condition to walk unaided.
"Nox, I think we need to address the situation upstairs before we can fully free everyone," Alacritas suggested.
Frowning at the predicament, Nox turned to William. "Can you hold on for a bit? We''ll wrap this up quickly."
"No, wait," William interjected, shaking his head. "I need to confront that bastard Johannes. I''m curious to see his face when he realizes I''m alive and free."
Amused by the idea, Nox shrugged. "Sure, let''s do that." He then addressed Alacritas, "Sorry, but you''ll have to handle the heavy lifting."
"Don''t worry about it," the silver-furred assassin dismissed the concern. "Nalia¡¯s guards are no challenge; I could take them down in my sleep. But for a discreet approach, we¡¯ll need your skill."
"Sure, come over," Nox agreed.
As Alacritas drew closer, Nox placed a hand on his shoulder. Utilizing his Shadow Transportation ability, Nox seamlessly transported them outside the dungeon, directly in front of two unsuspecting guards, with William and Alacritas at his side.
The guards had no time to react before Alacritas swiftly decapitated them. He then hurried upstairs, with Nox and William making their way more slowly behind him.
"Your powers are fascinating," William remarked as they ascended the stairs. "I''ve never encountered anyone capable of teleportation, especially not someone who can bring others along."
"It''s just one of many skills," Nox replied modestly. "Our village is home to many with incredible abilities. Even I find it overwhelming at times."
"You belong to a village?" William''s interest piqued. "I''d be keen to visit."
"You''ll have the chance soon enough," Nox assured him with a smile.
They continued into the grand foyer of the Strongheart manor, navigating past the bodies of servants and guards strewn across the floor.
Alacritas, having just eliminated another of Nalia''s men, joined them. "All these were loyal to Nalia. The true servants of the manor have been gathered in the plaza, save for Arnold," he briefed them.
Acknowledging with a nod, Nox and his companions proceeded upstairs, heading straight for Johannes''s study. The sound of Johannes berating Oswald and Arnold, his voice thick with anger and threats, was audible even before they reached the door.
I guess he didn¡¯t like the fact Oswald gave the servants a free day. How grumpy.
Without hesitation, Nox pushed open the door to the study, William by his side.
"Who dares to enter unannounced?!" Johannes bellowed, only for his outrage to choke off abruptly as his eyes landed on William. His face morphed into a mask of terror.
Oswald, who had been enduring his father''s tirade, stared in disbelief at the sight of William, supported by Nox.
"I''ll take it from here," William stated, drawing a deep breath as he straightened up and advanced towards Johannes, unaided by Nox.
"Johannes," William''s voice was laced with a cold fury, his gaze piercing. "Your transgressions are too numerous to list, but for the grave offenses of treason, betrayal of your lord, and collusion with our foes, your life will end."
Chapter 158: Bleeding-Edged Honor
Nox¡¯s POV
As William made his declaration, Oswald turned back toward his father with a look of betrayal in his eyes. "Father, did you truly commit such heinous crimes? How could you?"
Johannes''s complexion turned ashen as he stammered, "No¡ this is impossible."
However, just as Oswald was about to take action, William faltered and dropped to his knees, coughing. "Lord William, are you alright?"
Oswald immediately shifted his focus to William, looking at him with concern. However, Johannes used that opportunity to unsheathe his sword.
"Die, you ungrateful brat!" Johannes''s sword shone with a blue light as he rushed toward his own son, ready to strike. However, the moment he was about to slash, Nox intervened with a sigh and grabbed Johannes''s wrist. Johannes struggled to break free from Nox''s grasp, but it was to no avail.
"Come on now, you¡¯re too weak," Nox commented before taking Johannes''s sword away, while Johannes could only look on in horror.
"You beast!" Johannes, with a horror-stricken face, punched Nox''s face repeatedly, but Nox did not feel a thing. It was like a baby trying to pick a fight with a grown adult.
"Father, I¡¯ve kept telling myself that there was some misunderstanding, that you were maybe controlled or manipulated," Oswald raised his spear as he faced his father, tears welling up in his eyes. "But for you to truly be so heinous, you broke my heart, father."
¡°All I ever did was for my family!¡± Johannes shrieked, his world collapsing all around him. ¡°If you had seen the powers of those people, you wouldn¡¯t have acted any differently. So, do not dare judge me!¡±
¡°I would have died fighting,¡± Oswald responded, letting out a deep breath, his voice cracked by hiccups. He then closed his eyes and readied himself before rushing toward Johannes with his spear, impaling him through the stomach. ¡°And you shall now die, to preserve whatever semblance of honor you have left.¡±
Johannes looked down at his impaled stomach in horror. He then looked back at his son, taking in shallow breaths. ¡°You¡ you bastard.¡±
With those words, he fell into a puddle of his own blood, gurgling before he finally died.
¡°I¡¯m sorry, Oswald,¡± William said, painfully standing up as he looked at Oswald with a sympathetic expression. ¡°No son should ever have to kill his own father. I¡¯m terribly sorry you had to do it.¡±
¡°No, it was my own responsibility,¡± Oswald shook his head, biting his lip. ¡°I should have known better. My own house was in the middle of such a grand conspiracy, yet I was none the wiser.¡±
Meanwhile, Arnold, who had been standing in shock throughout the ordeal, finally let out a long breath. He then checked Johannes''s corpse for a pulse before saying, ¡°I believe I should clean this place. We don¡¯t want to attract more attention than necessary.¡±
¡°Thank you, Arnold,¡± Oswald nodded, looking at his father''s corpse with a pained expression. He then muttered, ¡°It didn¡¯t need to come to this.¡±
Seeing that the situation had mostly been resolved, Nox decided to contact his partner, Magnus, telepathically. "Johannes is dead, and we''ve eliminated all of Nalia''s men within the manor. The only ones left are those roaming outside."
After a few seconds, Magnus replied, "Thorian''s orders are for Alacritas to deal with Nalia''s men outside, and for you to bring William and Oswald to the Western Gate. Vigil will be there to treat William''s ailments."
With a nod, Nox turned back to William and Oswald. "I¡¯m sorry to tell you this under these circumstances, but we need to move. We will soon face Nalia, and there are preparations to be made."
"Will you be leading us to your friend?" William inquired, showing interest.
"Yes, one of our healers needs to examine you," Nox confirmed, then glanced at Oswald. "You''ll also have the chance to ask Thorian more questions to better understand the situation."
¡°Sure, I¡¯ll do whatever you want me to do,¡± Oswald responded absentmindedly before he scrunched his eyebrows as he looked back at Nox. "Also, is that the Monster King¡¯s name? How odd. It sounds so human."
"Yeah, I found it weird too," Nox chuckled, then turned to Alacritas, who was by the door. "Anyway, we still need to move quickly. Alacritas, you need to handle the rest of Nalia''s men in the city."
"Consider it done, boss," Alacritas nodded before dashing off.
With the silver-furred assassin already gone, Nox supported William on his shoulder as the group proceeded to exit the mansion. Turning to Oswald, Nox said, "Since we don''t want to attract attention, I''ll be using my ability to move us discreetly. Meet us at the Western Gate."
"I''ll see you there," Oswald nodded.
With that, Nox utilized his shadow transportation, reappearing with William in a small alleyway, before hurrying to the top of a building. Their destination was the Western Gate.
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Thorian¡¯s POV
Having eliminated all of Nalia''s men within the underground tunnels, Thorian and his men advanced towards the western gate. Observing this part of the city, Thorian understood the catastrophic potential of any battle occurring here.
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I need to organize the ambush further into the forest. Engaging Nalia there might risk a forest fire, but with abilities like Raging Tempest and Cascading Deluge, I can minimize that damage afterward, he thought.
His brow furrowed as he pondered further. Still, there''s the risk that the battle could spill over into the city. Many could die if William and Oswald don''t initiate an evacuation soon.
Thorian wasn''t so hypocritical as to feign excessive concern for the lives of people he had never met. In his past life''s insurgence, he had been responsible for thousands of deaths. Yet, as long as it didn''t interfere with his plans, he was willing to take measures to limit collateral damage. He also wanted to avoid damaging his relationship with Locksley, whom he saw as future vassals.
Engrossed in his thoughts while sitting atop the ledge of the western gate, Thorian noticed some movement behind him. Turning around, he saw Oswald, Nox, and William approaching.
In an instant, Nox vanished into his shadow with William in his grasp, only to reappear next to Thorian a moment later.
"The mission is complete," Nox declared. "Alacritas is dealing with the remainder of Nalia''s forces."
"Good work," Thorian acknowledged, then turned his attention to William, who was observing him with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. "It''s a pleasure to meet you, Lord of Locksley."
"The honor is mine," William replied, shaking his head slightly. "I presume you''re the monster lord with the red fur about whom I''ve heard so much. Though, I wouldn''t describe your fur as red; it''s more multicolored."
"That''s a story for another time," Thorian laughed. "But yes, I am the Monster Lord."
"Thank you for saving me," said William, bowing respectfully, his tone earnest. "I''m at a loss for how to repay such a deed."
"Let''s not jump ahead," Thorian responded, his gaze returning to the forest. "We still have a significant battle to win."
"Is there anything I can do to assist?" William inquired. "I''m willing to offer all the resources this city can muster if it means defeating Nalia."
"No, the stakes are different in this battle," Thorian demurred.
William''s expression turned somber. "It''s frustrating to realize that, despite our efforts, we''re still too powerless to contribute in combat."
"For now, your task is to evacuate the western side of Locksley," Thorian instructed gravely. "Should the battle reach this area, none of your civilians or guards will withstand the fallout."
"I''ll ensure it''s done," William affirmed, then eyed Thorian questioningly. "Yet, I''m puzzled by your willingness to help. You don''t strike me as someone who acts without expecting something in return."
"We will discuss that later," Thorian sighed, acknowledging the underlying transaction. "But yes, I am expecting something in return."
"I understand," William responded with a knowing smile. "It would indeed be premature to discuss terms before the war."
Appreciating William''s insight, Thorian signaled for Vigil to approach. The Star Kobold Mystic ascended to the top of the ledge in a single leap and addressed Thorian, "Shall I begin the healing?"
"Please," Thorian consented.
Upon Thorian''s agreement, Vigil placed his hand atop William''s head, and a blend of purple and golden light enveloped him. William, observing his hand in astonishment, then stood upright.
"This is truly miraculous," William expressed in amazement. "The fatigue and pain from the poison have vanished, and my breathing is normal again. What a remarkable skill."
"Like I told you, we have many incredible abilities," Nox added with a grin from the side.
"You indeed do," William agreed, still in awe. "This surpasses anything I imagined possible."
"With that settled, shall we head down?" Thorian suggested, glancing towards Oswald, who had been patiently waiting. "It would be impolite to ignore him."
Agreeing, Nox employed his Shadow Transportation to reposition themselves behind Oswald, while Thorian opted for a simple jump to join them.
"My lord, how do you feel?" Oswald inquired, concerned for the lord of Locksley.
"Better than ever," William replied with a hearty laugh.
Reassured by William''s response, Oswald turned to Thorian with a grave look, "We meet again, Monster King. I''ve been informed that Tristan is still alive. Is that true?"
"He is," Thorian confirmed with a nod. "Currently, he''s touring the village alongside Robert, James, and Little Roo. You''ll see him after the war is concluded."
"I understand," Oswald nodded, while William, looking puzzled, turned to the two.
"Has something happened to my children?" He inquired, his expression turning grave as he faced Thorian.
"It''s a complicated tale," Thorian sighed, then glanced at Nox. "Nox will fill you in on the details while you manage the evacuation."
"Wait, what?" Nox interjected, looking bewildered at Thorian. "What do you mean? I want to join in the fight against Nalia with you all!"
"That''s out of the question," Thorian stated definitively. "You need to have undergone at least your second evolution to stand a chance in this battle. Otherwise, Nalia''s weakest attacks would be fatal to you."
"No! I don''t accept that!" Nox protested, his gaze sharp as he faced Thorian.
Observing the exchange, Thorian sighed and addressed Oswald and William, who both wore expressions of confusion. "This is rather awkward. Perhaps you should begin the evacuation, and Nox will catch up later?"
"We''ll leave you to sort this out," William said, laughing heartily before nudging Oswald. "Let''s move on; there''s much to be done. And I''m eager to see the look on Henry''s face when he sees me."
"That will indeed be quite the spectacle," Oswald agreed with a neutral voice, departing with William and leaving Nox and Thorian to their discussion.
Finally having some privacy, Thorian addressed Nox. "First and foremost, I must clarify something. Do not openly disagree with me so vehemently in front of others, especially those who are not closely allied with us. It projects a weak image of our community and leads to others underestimating our village. Is that clear?"
Taken aback by Thorian''s reprimand, Nox looked down and nodded. "Sorry, I hadn¡¯t considered that."
"It''s alright, given it''s the first time this has happened. Just ensure it doesn''t become a habit," Thorian sighed, then moved on to the main issue at hand. "Regarding the battle, you currently have no chance against me, even without having to use magic. And Nalia is stronger than I am. Do you understand what this means?"
"But still!" Nox looked back at Thorian and protested. "I want my revenge. After suffering such a humiliating defeat, I can''t just stand by idly while you all are fighting!"
"You won''t be idly standing by," Thorian reassured him, pausing momentarily to conjure up a convincing task. "In fact, I have a critical mission that only you can undertake. I need you to guard the soulmire, in case anyone attempts to awaken it. It''s possible we haven''t dealt with all of Nalia¡¯s forces yet."
Nox mulled over Thorian''s proposition with a grumble. "Fine, I can do that. But you owe me for this favor, agreed?"
"I agree," Thorian replied with a relieved smile, pleased to have defused the situation. "Once this ordeal is resolved, I promise to fulfill any request you have."
Chapter 159: Intentful Advance
With Nox finally gone, Thorian sighed before leaping back onto the ledge of the gate. Seeing his main party members below, he made his way toward them.
"Aqua, I need you to contact your direwolf and inform me of Nalia''s current position," Thorian said as he approached Aqua, who was sitting with Forlune, Zogarth, and Vigil.
"Right away, my lord," Aqua nodded, beginning his telepathic communication. After a few seconds, he looked back at Thorian and replied, "It seems she is almost finished with her Thunderous Citadel clears. She should arrive in the city in about 20 minutes."
"This doesn''t give us much time, but it''s still better than expected," Thorian nodded, before continuing. "I also want you to inquire with Elder Oom about her current capabilities, as well as those of her two main subordinates."
With a nod, Aqua relayed Thorian''s message to Elder Oom through his direwolf. After half a minute, he finally responded, "It appears she has reached level 20 in her class. As for her stats, they''re slightly improved but nothing significant. Regarding her subordinates, the one with a tough appearance has stats focused mostly on strength and constitution, while the slender one emphasizes mana and agility. Their skills also enhance those respective stats."
"What about their level?" Thorian asked, his brow furrowed.
"Both are at level 17 of their first advancement," Aqua quickly replied.
Hearing that, Thorian nodded. It seems they have made some progress within the abyss. But she hasn''t advanced far enough to secure the more significant rewards.
"Good, they shouldn''t prove to be too difficult to handle, then," Thorian concluded before turning to Forlune and Zogarth. "Gather our main teams; it''s time for us to set up our ambush."
"Right away," Forlune responded, rising to his feet.
"The time for battle has finally arrived," Zogarth said with a wide grin, standing up and towering over everyone else in the group.
Seeing Zogarth overshadow him, Forlune frowned. "How can we ambush anything when your body is so huge? They could spot you from a mile away."
Hearing this, Zogarth blushed with embarrassment. "I-I apologize for that."
Suppressing his urge to laugh at the ridiculous scene, Thorian shook his head and sighed. "That won''t be a problem as long as you stand a couple of hundred meters away from us. With your power and speed, you could close that distance in a second."
"Thank you for the insight, my lord," Zogarth said, relieved to have found a solution to his embarrassing predicament. "I shall follow your command."
With that, the group ventured deeper into the forest, guided by Elder Oom''s information. Knowing Nalia''s usual path through the forest, they positioned their ambush near a cliff, giving them the high ground.
Turning to Vigil by his side, Thorian instructed, "Once the battle begins, I want you and the other priests to bless us all before retreating as far as possible. If Nalia has any sense, she''ll target you first, and with her agility, we wouldn''t stand a chance of stopping her."
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¡°I understand, my lord,¡± Vigil nodded. ¡°I shall relay that information to the rest of the priests.¡±
With Vigil gone to inform the other priests of Thorian''s orders, Aqua moved to his side. "My lord, they are nearing our position. They''ll be here in just a few minutes."
"Good," Thorian nodded. "Prepare for imminent battle. Do not underestimate our opponents; strike with all your might."
"We shall give them a taste of hell," Aqua replied, a cold determination in his eyes.
Turning his gaze across the clearing, Thorian saw Harald and his pack of elemental direwolves concealed among the trees.
"Harald, focus on the grunt soldiers first. Individually they may be weak, but their proficiency in combination spells could pose a nuisance," Thorian instructed telepathically.
"Don''t worry," Harald responded confidently. "With my pack and me on this, we''ll handle them swiftly and then rejoin you."
With everything ready, Thorian sat on the ground to wait for Nalia''s arrival. Minutes later, Aqua nudged him, signaling their approach.
Nodding, Thorian said, "Inform Elder Oom and the others to join our ranks immediately once the ambush begins. The priests should follow Vigil''s lead to avoid getting caught in the crossfire."
"Right away, my lord," Aqua acknowledged, swiftly passing on Thorian''s instructions. At that moment, Nalia and her group began to emerge through the dense foliage of the forest, heading towards the clearing and Thorian''s prepared ambush.
However, as they neared, the slender man whispered something to Nalia, prompting her to look directly towards Thorian.
Cursed be that ability, Thorian thought.
With resolute determination, he commanded, "Begin the attack!"
"I''ve been eagerly awaiting that command!" Forlune exclaimed, his laughter ringing out as he leaped from the cliff to spearhead the assault. Caedar, Zarjin, Inly, and the remainder of the warriors followed suit, charging toward Nalia''s troops.
In accordance with Thorian''s earlier directives, Elder Oom convened with Vigil and the other priests to bestow blessings upon the warriors, enhancing their strength, constitution, and agility. After completing their task, they promptly retreated to the rear, allowing the warriors to advance.
"Magi, unleash hell upon them!" As the attackers drew near, Nalia stood undaunted. With decisive command, she ordered her magi, who unleashed a barrage of spells at the incoming warriors.
Yet, not even the fiercest fireballs or towering pillars of flame could halt Forlune''s advance. Wearing a triumphant grin, he brushed aside the magical attacks as he drew his sword. Lightning streaks illuminated his Tempest Strides as he charged toward Nalia, intent on bringing her down.
However, before he could reach her, Ragnar and Soren initiated their counterattacks. Ragnar was enveloped in a swirling vortex of red aura, charging at Forlune with his battle axe, while Soren conjured multiple wind slashes aimed at Forlune.
"This is mere child''s play," Forlune scoffed, infusing his sword with a radiant golden aura. With a single, powerful strike, he sliced through the wind slashes and collided with Ragnar''s battle axe.
"What is this power?" Ragnar grunted, feeling the impact of their weapons clashing. Within moments, he found himself overpowered and was hurled aside.
Witnessing this display, Nalia''s eyebrows knit together, before she was enveloped in a pitch-black aura. From this dark shroud, wisps of black smoke formed into the shapes of tormented faces that shrieked in horror.
She then produced her staff and smirked, "I would have preferred a scythe, but one must make do with what one has."
Incensed by her casual demeanor, Forlune charged at her. In a blink, he was beside Nalia, his sword poised for a strike. Yet, as he brought his sword down, aiming to cleave Nalia in two, she effortlessly blocked his attack with her modest staff.
Before Forlune could even register his shock, Nalia delivered a kick to his abdomen, sending him hurtling backward. Caedar, Inly, and Zarjin, who followed closely behind him, met a similar fate, quickly overpowered by Nalia''s superior physical prowess.
At this, Nalia laughed, then lifted her gaze to Thorian, who stood atop the cliff. "Why don''t you come down here and face me, Thorian? Or do you prefer to watch as your men fall one by one?"
Chapter 160: The Prideful and the Prepared
While Forlune was rushing at Nalia, Harald was not standing still. Alongside his direwolf pack, he dashed toward Nalia¡¯s cohort of grunt soldiers. Then, using their elemental abilities, they showered Nalia¡¯s group with attacks. Each attack took out a dozen of Nalia¡¯s weaker men, killing them instantly.
After Nalia had dealt with Forlune and the warriors who had attacked her, she looked up at Thorian and made her declaration. "Why don''t you come down here and face me, Thorian? Or do you prefer to watch as your men fall one by one?"
Yet just as she uttered those words, she noticed the chaos unfolding behind her. That split-second distraction was all Thorian needed to begin his attack.
Lightning Strike.
In less than a second, the spell materialized above her before blue lightning struck her, shocking her to the core. Yet Thorian was not finished. Raising his Emberstrike Cane, Thorian invoked two spells using his dual-casting technique: Greater Gale Slash. Fire Stream.
The two spells combined into one fiery slash that struck her the moment the lightning spell fizzled out. Yet, with a mighty battle cry, Nalia¡¯s black aura grew stronger and more intense. Using her staff, she clashed with Thorian¡¯s combination spell, before finally overpowering it.
At the same time, Zogarth, who had been stationed far away, leapt towards her with his mighty great battleaxe. Red and black auras surged through his whole body before concentrating at the edge of his blade. With a mighty roar, Zogarth slashed at the weakened Nalia, sending her flying dozens of meters backward.
Seizing the opportunity, Thorian laid out his orders, ¡°Finish off the subordinates!¡±
Without wasting a second, Forlune and Zarjin rushed toward Ragnar, who was still shocked by what had happened to Nalia. Before he could realize what was happening, Zarjin reached him with a cold look in his eyes before impaling his body multiple times with his spear. At the same time, Forlune leaped at him from the side and slashed through his neck with his sword, severing his head.
¡°Serves you right for being so stupid,¡± Forlune spat at Ragnar''s decapitated head.
Meanwhile, Ventus rushed toward Soren. Yet, Soren still had some wits about him. He launched multiple Wind Slashes at Ventus, which the latter quickly dodged. However, before Ventus could reach him, Soren used all of his spells to flee from the battlefield. By the time Ventus could react, Soren was already gone.
¡°Forget about him! Focus on Nalia!¡± Thorian ordered before Ventus could get distracted by the elusive Soren. At the end of the day, Nalia was the biggest threat; Soren could be dealt with later.
Meanwhile, Nalia stood up from her crash site, amidst the rubble and the dust cloud that emerged from her impact. However, instead of distress, a wide grin was plastered all over her face.
With a tap of her staff on the ground, shadows emerged from all around her, before they fully materialized. Ogres, goblins, humans, and orcs all awoke, replacing her army of the living with an undead one.
But among these undead, Thorian¡¯s focus was on one creature alone¡ªa large serpent with malevolent eyes, whose form eclipsed the rest. Its skin was a yellowish-brown adorned with purple streaks.
With decisiveness, Thorian issued his command to Harald. ¡°I need you to focus on that serpent. It¡¯s the biggest threat.¡±
¡°Consider it done,¡± Harald responded.
Immediately after, Thorian addressed the rest of his magicians. ¡°Everyone, Fire Tornado!¡±
At his command, wind swirled around the incoming army of undead before transforming into multiple vortices. The humans and goblins were the first to be engulfed by the spinning tornadoes, followed by the ogres and orcs.
Immediately, Thorian invoked his next spell: Fire Pillar.
Simultaneously, multiple fire pillars surged from beneath the tornadoes, and the combination spells fully formed. The fire tornadoes spun with a raging inferno, incinerating grass, trees, and all the undead caught within them.
Yet, just as the tide of battle seemed to turn in their favor, Nalia slashed through the fire tornadoes with her staff.
Instinctively, Thorian knew he was in danger. Without waiting for Nalia to appear, he cast his spells: Magma Armor and Ice Barrier. His body was instantly encased in an armor of molten rock, and a wall of ice emerged in front of him. However, as soon as his ice spell materialized, it was shattered by Nalia¡¯s staff.
Having only enough time to cast once more, Thorian¡¯s mind raced before settling on the most suitable counter. He then cast his Bramble Patch skill and snapped his fingers.
The sharp sound of a thunderclap disoriented Nalia, and the entangling roots from his Bramble Patch significantly slowed her. Yet, it did not stop her. With blinding speed, she reached Thorian and struck him in the chest with her staff, sending him flying off the cliff.
Boom!
With a terrible impact on the ground that left a crater, Thorian felt the wind knocked out of him. Gasping, he looked up to see Nalia standing atop the cliff, looking down at him. However, just as she was about to descend and finish the job, Forlune rushed towards her, a purple aura bursting from every pore of his body.
Is that his ultimate form?
With one slash of his sword, Forlune struck Nalia back, before reappearing next to her before she could hit the ground. He then slashed at her again, leaving a massive gash across her abdomen, sending her flying to the side like a playtoy.
Thank the gods you were swift, Thorian mentally thanked Forlune as he stood up, still gasping for breath.
¡°I''ve finished the job here,¡± Harald announced telepathically, making Thorian turn back towards him. The Storm Direwolf had decapitated the great serpent with his claws, leaving multiple slashing wounds across the dead serpent¡¯s body.
¡°Great, that leaves only her,¡± Thorian turned back toward Nalia, who was holding Forlune at a stalemate. Even in his ultimate form, Nalia was still able to contend with Forlune. Yet, Thorian knew this was only temporary. Once she consumed all the souls in her possession, he would be unable to stop her.
Knowing this, Thorian realized he had to swiftly concoct a plan. He looked back to Aqua, who was worrying about him from atop the cliff, and said, ¡°Prepare yourself. We will only get one chance.¡±
Understanding Thorian¡¯s command, Aqua¡¯s focus returned to the battle between Forlune and Nalia. The two were engaging at a level none of Thorian¡¯s men had ever seen. Their speed was so high that they could only see blinding flashes as the two continued clashing.
Yet, Thorian¡¯s vision was unlike the rest. Having fought for a decade in battles against much higher leveled opponents than Nalia, and equipped with both his Predator¡¯s Gaze and Elemental Sight, he was able to follow this magnificent battle. In fact, he could even predict its pattern.
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Just as Nalia struck down Forlune, leaving a gaping wound on his chest, Thorian knew it was time to act. The moment she descended from the skies, confident she had beaten the Celestial Kobold, Thorian unleashed his spell: Quicksand Trap.
The ground upon which Nalia landed immediately turned into sand, momentarily trapping her. However, Thorian was not done yet. Before Nalia could escape his trap, he cast another spell: Earth Burial.
The ground around Nalia immediately shifted as blocks of condensed rock and dirt continuously stacked around her. In less than a second, she was completely encased in a large cube of condensed earth. Despite her immense power, she could not easily break through this spell.
Just as the earth cube started to crack, Aqua sprang into action without waiting for Thorian¡¯s command. Snowflakes appeared all around the encasement trapping Nalia, before the ground slowly turned to ice. Suddenly, a great ice structure formed around Nalia, an ice palace that froze everything within it, trapping her securely.
Knowing this was the opportunity he could not afford to miss, Thorian activated his ultimate skill. Elemental Domain: Fire.
The area around Thorian erupted in flames. The grass burned, the air turned arid, and the trees fell. Even the ice from Aqua¡¯s ultimate skill began to melt slowly.
Recognizing they had only one shot, Thorian turned toward Ventus and Zogarth. ¡°Now is the time! Give it everything you''ve got!¡±
¡°I will not disappoint,¡± Zogarth declared, raising his battleaxe, ready to unleash his final strike.
Simultaneously, Ventus conjured his ultimate skill: Arcane Stormforged Spear. The lightning spear he conjured was so large it even eclipsed his own body. Then, with a windup, he launched it at Nalia. The lightning spear zipped through the battlefield, exploding on Nalia¡¯s face. In its aftermath, a white-blue lightning pillar engulfed her body before soaring to the heavens.
Nalia screamed in pain as she struggled to break through her trap with her charred body. Her black aura surged continuously, empowering her and cracking her entrapments. Yet, she still could not break free from the confines of the Earth Burial and the Ice Palace spell combination.
Meanwhile, Zogarth unleashed all of his black aura, concentrating it on the blade of his battleaxe. With a mighty war cry, he slashed toward Nalia, creating a black aura slash bigger than anything he had ever conjured.
The battlefield seemed to fall silent as the mighty black severance rushed toward Nalia, cutting through her left arm from the shoulder and slashing through half of the Ice Palace.
Finally, it was Thorian''s turn. He raised his staff and began the invocation of his newest combination skill, one he had been contemplating since the moment he received his second advancement spells. Galeforce Spear. Fire Arrow.
The two spells merged as Thorian conjured them, forming a mighty fire spear that concentrated all of Thorian¡¯s mana into one attack. The blazing flames were so hot that even Thorian¡¯s fur began to singe.
Then, as he locked onto Nalia¡¯s desperate face, he unleashed his spell. The fire spear rushed like a phoenix toward Nalia before it exploded with such a mighty shockwave that Thorian was pushed back a few meters.
As Thorian gazed upon the scene, the entirety of the Ice Palace was consumed by flames, igniting a surrounding forest fire. The inferno soared towards the heavens, rendering the air scorchingly hot.
Overcome with exhaustion, Thorian collapsed to his knees, the sheer volume of mana expended in that singular assault leaving him reeling. Nearby, Ventus and Zogarth shared his state of debilitation. Nonetheless, if their efforts resulted in Nalia''s demise, it would all be deemed worthwhile.
As the flames gradually subsided, Thorian''s eyes settled on the scorched remains of Nalia. Her left arm severed, her hair obliterated by the fire, her skin peeled away to reveal the raw flesh and bones beneath. Miraculously, she clung to life ¨C a faint breath still stirring in her. The dark aura emanating from the thousands of souls she had ensnared was the only thread tethering her to this tenuous existence. This aura, too, was fading. Thorian knew that without intervention, death would claim her.
Yet, Thorian was unwilling to leave their mission incomplete. Turning to Aqua, he issued his command, "Finish her off."
But as Aqua summoned an ice spear, an unexpected figure burst through the flames. Soren, forgotten amidst the chaos, scooped up Nalia''s body and vanished into the blazing forest with astonishing speed.
Frustration coursing through him, Thorian sent a telepathic order, "Harald, pursue them!"
* * *
Nalia¡¯s POV
Nalia had thought she was dead, or perhaps she had wished for it. The excruciating pain that engulfed her entire body was relentless. Her severed arm and melted skin inflicted agony that was unbearable. Even in her state of shock, she felt every ounce of pain. Her body, fueled by the souls she consumed, attempted to regenerate, recreating her nerve endings only for them to be destroyed again by the remnants of fire still consuming her. She was trapped in a continuous loop of torment.
Yet, she was not entirely ungrateful for her regenerative abilities. In those brief moments when her nerves were reborn, she could feel the touch of someone. She knew it was Soren, the one who loved her, the one for whom she had no care.
As her body slowly healed, she began to see and hear again. She was no longer in the freezing confines of the Ice Palace, nor engulfed by the hellish flames. She was being rescued, and now she found herself in the middle of the forest, as Soren hurried back towards the safety of Locksley.
Yes, that¡¯s right. I still have the soulmire. As long as I sacrifice William to it, it will become as strong as a high-tier 1000 sacrifice soulmire. Even though it would be unstable, I can still defeat Thorian. Then I can live!
However, she knew her time was running short. Her injuries were so severe that even consuming the rest of the souls she had wouldn''t stave off death for long.
No, I cannot die, not again¡ I need to live!
Time seemed to blur, and in the blink of an eye, the scenery changed completely. The trees of the forest were gone, replaced by the dimly lit walls of an unknown location.
Looking back at Soren''s determined face, Nalia found herself devoid of emotion. She was acutely aware that Soren was risking his life for her, and she fully intended to let him do so.
"Soren..." she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.
"My lady," Soren replied, looking back at her with a pained smile. "Do not worry, I have lost their trail. We are now in the underground tunnels; they cannot find us here."
Nalia almost chuckled. The thought of losing such a dependable subordinate pained her slightly, but her own survival was paramount.
"Come here," she muttered. "Let me touch your face."
With a smile, Soren leaned forward, allowing Nalia to caress his cheek. For a moment, it seemed like a scene filled with romance and emotion, yet Nalia felt nothing.
Necronoble Appointment: Deactivate.
Black aura surged from within Soren''s body, his expression turning to shock as the energy flowed into Nalia. Her strength gradually returned as Soren''s support faltered and he dropped her.
"My lady..." Soren looked at her, shock and betrayal written on his face as his power was siphoned by Nalia. His skin began to wither, revealing his skeletal structure beneath. "Why?"
With those final words, he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
With a smirk, Nalia observed her body. The black aura seeped into her skin, healing her flesh and bones. Her melted skin regenerated, leaving only a few scars. Still, her left arm remained severed.
It¡¯s not enough power to strengthen myself, but it was enough to save my life, she thought. Then, looking at Soren''s corpse, she mused, Thank you. You were useful to me until the end.
With that, Nalia quickly made her way through the underground tunnels. By now, she had expended all the souls she had possessed. All that remained were her base stats.
Aware of her current weakness, Nalia was determined that this state was only temporary. As long as she could awaken the soulmire, she believed she would have the power to defeat Thorian. Then, with his soul, she envisioned conquering his village of monsters and claiming it as her own.
With these ambitions fueling her, Nalia finally arrived at the staircase leading to the inner citadel. Upon passing through the trapdoor, she was taken aback by the almost deserted streets.
Choosing to ignore this anomaly for the moment, Nalia hastened towards the Strongheart manor and entered into the dungeon located in its basement through the backdoor.
"What is this?" she exclaimed in shock upon discovering the empty cells. Her resolve wavered as she paced the dungeon, desperately hoping to find even a single remaining sacrifice. But there were none.
Feeling a sense of panic, she hurried towards the room housing the soulmire. To her relief, it was still there.
"Just what happened?" Nalia murmured in disbelief as she approached the Soulmire, her mind racing through countless possibilities, yet unable to ascertain the cause of this unexpected situation.
Did Johannes betray us? No, he''s too cowardly for such an act, she thought.
Lost in her thoughts, she failed to notice a shadowy figure stealthily approaching her from behind. Before she could react, a sword enveloped in shadows pierced her chest, slicing through her heart.
Collapsing into a pool of her own blood, her gaze fixated on the soulmire before her, Nalia''s last thought was a lament. I¡¯m sorry¡ Oh mighty Yaksha.
Chapter 161: They Who Lead Brutally
After Nalia had escaped with Soren''s assistance, Harald gathered Thorian and the other weakened members before setting off in pursuit. However, despite Harald''s exceptional speed, they were unable to locate Soren, who had disappeared into the fiery wilderness. The smoke from the fires reduced visibility and complicated the effort to track his scent.
Nonetheless, Thorian wasn''t out of options. He knew that Nalia''s only chance of survival was through awakening the soulmire. Yet, since they had already freed William and the other sacrifices, that plan was no longer viable.
Nalia, unaware of this change, had a predictable path for Thorian. "Let''s head to Strongheart Manor," Thorian commanded, having deduced Nalia¡¯s likely actions. He then bit his lower lip, looking down. "I hope Nox is unharmed."
With a clear objective, the group made haste towards Locksley, then proceeded to the inner citadel. Along the way, citizens and guards viewed them with horror and fled. Thorian was momentarily indifferent to their reactions; every second was crucial, and he was determined to avoid any new regrets.
Upon entering the manor through the main gate, Alacritas appeared beside them, alongside Magnus who was accompanying him.
"My lord, I assume you wish to visit the dungeon," he said, foregoing any preliminaries.
At Thorian''s nod, he led them to the staircase descending into the dungeon. The bodies of the guards Alacritas had slain were gone, though the puddles of blood remained, a grim reminder of their fate.
As they descended into the dungeon, not a single soul was in sight. The prisoners had already been freed, and neither Nox nor Nalia could be found within the cells.
"Let''s check that chamber," Thorian directed.
Upon opening the chamber door, they were greeted by the sight of Nox, standing beside the lifeless body of Nalia.
"Oh, you''ve arrived?" Nox remarked, glancing back at Thorian and his companions. "You''re a bit late. I''ve already completed what needed to be done."
Thorian, observing Nalia''s body lying in a pool of her own blood, smiled. He then turned to Nox, his expression filled with pride. "Excellent work. It looks like you managed to exact your revenge after all."
Ventus, taken aback by the scene, hurried to Nalia''s side and checked for any signs of life. Confirming her death, he looked up at Nox with a grin, "You cunning devil. You landed the final blow after all."
"It''s your own fault for letting her slip away," Nox retorted with a chuckle.
"Bring her body to me," Thorian commanded, his strength greatly diminished from the overuse of his magic. "We take no risks with Nalia and her peculiar abilities. Her body must be cremated at once."
Ventus nodded in agreement, lifting Nalia''s body and rushing it over to Thorian for inspection. Upon examination, Thorian confirmed her death beyond doubt. Her heart was pierced, leaving a vast hole in her chest.
"Incinerate her until nothing remains," Thorian decreed.
"As you wish, king," Ventus replied with a smile, then proceeded to annihilate Nalia''s body with a series of powerful fireballs. When he finished, not even ashes remained.
"That settles it, then," Forlune remarked, eyeing the spot where Nalia''s body had lain. "This witch is finally truly gone. It''s hard to believe the extent of the trouble she caused us."
"My lord, what should we do next?" Aqua asked, once the grim task had concluded.
Pausing for a moment, Thorian recalled the slender man who had fled with Nalia just as they were about to defeat her, and clenched his fist. He then turned to Nox and inquired, "When Nalia arrived here, was she with someone?"
"No," Nox replied, shaking his head, puzzled. "She was alone."
Thorian bit his lip in frustration, thinking, Without Nalia''s powers, I doubt that man poses any threat to us. Yet, we must resolve this issue. I won''t be at peace knowing an adversary remains at large.
"My lord, I understand what might be troubling you," Aqua interjected, pulling Thorian from his thoughts. "But you''re already worn out from our recent battle. We could assign the task of searching for the slender man to Alacritas; I''m confident he''s still nearby."
Acknowledging Aqua''s suggestion, Thorian turned to Alacritas. "Please handle this. Search every part of the city for him."
"As you command, my lord," Alacritas responded, bowing slightly before quickly departing. He was a man of action, reliable and concise.
With that matter addressed, Thorian faced Nox and, with a hint of weariness, instructed, "Today, you''ll face the abyss. But first, I must share some advice. Every five floors contain hidden quests. Completing these is crucial for maximizing rewards. I won¡¯t detail each one, but remember, defeat all adversaries before taking down the floor''s boss. Understood?"
"That sounds straightforward enough," Nox answered with a light chuckle. "Don''t worry about me. Return to the village and rest."
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"I will," Thorian said, his voice laden with fatigue but his smile unwavering as he regarded Nox.
With that, Thorian and his companions made their way back to Wolvendale. Upon arrival, Thorian looked at Vigil and left one last instruction. ¡°The soulmire needs to be purified. Make it your first priority after you recover and bring in a host of high-level priests to help you in the process.¡±
¡°As you wish, my lord,¡± Vigil nodded.
As such, Thorian proceeded directly to his room without any fanfare and collapsed onto his bed. The moment his head touched the pillow, he was swept away into dreamland.
* * *
Nox¡¯s POV
With Thorian and the majority of his companions resting after their strenuous battle, Nox was left with one remaining objective. He met up with Alacritas and the rest of his team, then they made their way to the abyss''s entrance.
As they navigated the underground passages, Nox inquired, "What about the task Thorian assigned you? Did you locate that man?"
"I found him, and he was deceased," Alacritas replied gravely. "Judging by the condition of his body, it seems he was killed by Nalia herself. His corpse was withered, as if his soul had been extracted. I only know of one person that can do such a thing, and it¡¯s Nalia"
"How utterly merciless," Nox remarked. "If that man had been with her upon her arrival, I might not have been able to approach them unnoticed due to his abilities. It¡¯s fortunate for us she eliminated him, leaving herself vulnerable."
"I, too, fail to grasp her logic," Alacritas admitted with a shake of his head. "But as you''ve said, boss, it turned out to be advantageous. We should be grateful for her stupidity and move on."
With a chuckle at Alacritas''s words, Nox and his team continued through the tunnel until they reached the chamber housing the portal to the abyss.
"It''s time," Alacritas declared, his smile reflecting anticipation as he looked back at Nox. "I''ve been looking forward to the chance for us to really fight side by side, boss."
"Me too! I¡¯ve been hearing all about it," piped up one of their assassin teammates, Cassia, who had been with Nox''s primary group from the beginning.
"I''m excited as well," Nox replied, smiling before his gaze shifted back to the abyss''s entrance. "Now let¡¯s see what this abyss is all about."
With that, the team of five stepped through the portal. As soon as they were teleported, Nox was greeted by a series of very familiar notifications.
| Welcome to the first floor of the abyss. |
| To clear this floor, complete the floor quest |
| Floor Quest |
| Description |
Eliminate all the attacking goblins. |
| Rewards |
500 Experience Points.
250 Arcane Coins.
|
"That''s hardly any experience points," Cassia grumbled, her disappointment evident. "I expected much more from this."
"Perhaps it starts off slow," suggested Alfie, another assassin in the group. "The deeper floors might offer greater rewards."
"I sure hope so, or this will be a letdown," Cassia sighed, her expectations dampened.
"Let''s stay focused," Alacritas urged, bringing the group''s attention back to the task at hand.
Nox, meanwhile, couldn''t help but chuckle at his team''s reactions before he redirected his focus to the immediate challenge. They were suddenly confronted by three groups of five goblins. With practiced ease, he drew his sword, ready for the confrontation.
Effortlessly, Nox and his team dispatched the goblins, completing the floor''s quest. As they advanced, conquering floor after floor, the challenges seemed trivial. Upon reaching and clearing the fifth floor, they finally noticed a significant boost in their levels, validating their efforts in the abyss.
Level up!
Deciding to take a look at his progress, Nox opened up his status panel.
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| Race |
Shadowstalker Kobold |
| Level |
23/30 (exp: 2782/6800) |
| Class |
Shadow Reaper |
| Level |
18/40 (exp: 5417/6200) |
| Lifespan |
40 years |
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering First Stage (67.3%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
69 |
| Agility |
115 |
| Constitution |
48 |
| Mana |
46 |
| Qi |
20 |
| Free Points |
90 |
Looking at the ridiculous amount of Free Points he had amassed, Nox decided that it was finally time to use them.
Strength: 69¡ª>90
Agility: 115¡ª>150
Constitution: 48¡ª>58
Mana: 46¡ª>60
As Nox allocated his newly acquired stat points, he experienced a profound surge of strength. It was as if he had instantly shed twenty kilograms, his body feeling significantly lighter. His muscles became more defined, clearly enhancing the power of his punches. The mana swirling around his heart expanded, allowing him prolonged access to his abilities.
"How do you feel, boss?" Alacritas''s question broke Nox''s focus. "You seem transformed. You''ve distributed your points, haven''t you?"
"Yes," Nox responded, marveling at the changes in his physique. "I feel much stronger now."
"That''s excellent to hear," Cassia said, her smile wide. "I''ve also gained a lot of strength. I initially underestimated the abyss, but at this rate, I might evolve soon if we keep this up."
"Then let''s move on," Nox declared, his eyes on the notification inviting them to the next floor. "I''m curious to see the look on Thorian''s face when we spar again."
Chapter 162: Die Crushed and Alone
As Thorian awoke from his slumber, the first thing he saw were the dim golden lights of the setting suns through his window. Standing up from his bed, Thorian felt revitalized. The quick nap he had taken swept away all his fatigue and completely refilled his mana pool.
The Ether Line Nexus is truly a magical Territory Attribute. Even though my mana pool is so large, it can still be completely refilled with just a simple nap.
As he made his way out of his house, he found the village bustling with celebration. Fire pits were lit everywhere, with everyone standing around them, either roasting food or dancing.
"What in the world," Thorian muttered in surprise before Harald jumped next to him.
"You finally woke up," the Storm direwolf grumbled, before smiling at Thorian''s confused expression. "Everyone learned about our exploit and the death of Nalia. So, they started celebrating her demise."
"I see," Thorian smiled. "It is indeed a cause worthy of celebration."
He then looked at Harald and asked, "What about Tristan and the rest of the humans? I need to talk to them."
"They''re feasting with the rest," Harald gestured with his snout toward a fire pit where Brix was entertaining Tristan, Robert, and the two kids with his songs and dances, as their meat roasted.
With a smile on his face, Thorian walked toward them. As they noticed his presence, they turned around.
"Lord Thorian, I must congratulate you and thank you for your victory," Tristan said, bowing lightly. "It was a truly hard battle, yet you still came out on top."
"Yeah, I heard you were so amazing!" James exclaimed with stars in his eyes. "They talked about how you created an arrow made of pure fire and unleashed hell on Nalia. I wish I was there to see it!"
"Maybe some other day," Thorian chuckled, ruffling James''s hair. He then turned to Tristan with a more serious expression. "As I promised, Nalia is dead. If you wish to return to Locksley, I can escort you there."
Hearing those words, Tristan nodded. "Thank you for all your efforts. I have truly enjoyed my time here, but I must return to my responsibilities in Locksley. I''m sure Oswald is worried sick about me."
"He is," Thorian sighed, recalling the dead look in Oswald¡¯s eyes the last time they had met. No matter how hardened one was, killing your father was bound to leave a mark.
"Wait, no! I want to stay here!" James protested, seeing Tristan preparing to leave. "Playing with Brix and Nox is fun. I don¡¯t want to go back to the boring mansion."
"James! Don¡¯t be so stubborn," Tristan scolded, furrowing his eyebrows, while Thorian laughed heartily.
He then addressed James, "This is not a farewell. You''ll see them soon enough. In fact, you''ll see them so much you''ll get tired of their faces."
"I''m not going to get tired of them," James retorted, pouting.
Seeing this, Thorian sighed. "Let''s do this: I still need to discuss plans with my team before we head to Locksley. Take this time to enjoy the festivities, okay?"
"Thank you, mister! I knew you were kind." James''s face lit up at Thorian''s words.
With that, Thorian turned to Tristan and the others. "Well then, I''ll see you in a bit."
With those words, Thorian made his way out before gathering his main team at the entrance of the inner village to discuss their next steps.
"First of all, I must congratulate all of you for the work you''ve done," Thorian began. "Without you, Nalia wouldn''t have been defeated."
"Thank you for your words, my lord," Zogarth replied with a light bow, while the rest nodded in agreement.
"My lord, regarding Nalia, we have confiscated her staff and ring," Aqua announced. "We also took all the belongings and luxury items from her stronghold. They are now stored in our warehouse."
"Good work," Thorian nodded. "We shall sift through them later."
"So, now that the threat of Nalia is no more, what is your plan for the humans, my lord?" Forlune inquired with interest.
"I will offer them the chance to become our vassals," Thorian responded simply.
Forlune frowned. "And what if they refuse?"
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"I hope they do not," Thorian sighed, his expression turning serious. "But if they do, we would have no other choice left than to use force."
Hearing that, Forlune smiled, while Vigil looked down with a sad expression. "I would certainly not wish for that to happen. I hope they will be wise enough to peacefully join our kingdom, my lord."
"I hope for that too," Thorian sighed, before shaking his head. "But let us not dwell on this matter too much. We don¡¯t have much time left until the experience boost we gained from defeating the guardians is nullified. We must challenge the abyss while we still have that advantage."
"Now that¡¯s something to be excited about," Forlune grinned. "I want to see just how many levels I can gain today."
Nodding at Forlune with a smile, Thorian excused himself to bring back Tristan and the rest of his party. Once the group was finally assembled, they made their way towards Locksley.
As they reached the gates of the grand city, William and Oswald were there to welcome them.
Seeing their father, Tristan and James immediately rushed towards him.
"Father, you are truly alive and well," Tristan said with a relieved expression before hugging William. "I am so glad. I am so glad you are not dead."
"I am glad that no harm had befell you," William smiled as he hugged Tristan. "I am sorry for having made you worry so much."
"No," Tristan shook his head. "As long as you are alive, that is all that matters."
William smiled and patted Tristan on the back before the latter turned to Oswald. Without saying a word, the two hugged each other.
"You made me worry so much, you idiotic bastard," Oswald said, gripping Tristan¡¯s back as he hugged him.
Hearing this, Tristan smiled. "I know¡ I apologize for that."
While Tristan and Oswald were catching up, William walked towards Thorian and said, "I am truly grateful for what you have done," he lightly bowed, before gesturing for them to enter the city. "Now please come with us. We must celebrate this victory."
Hearing this invitation, Thorian chuckled. "I will let you all have your time to celebrate. My presence will only make it awkward."
Seeing Thorian refuse his invitation, William changed the subject. "Well then, would you like to discuss the terms we have postponed? If it¡¯s within my power, I will do anything."
Hearing this, Thorian sighed. "That can wait until tomorrow. Let¡¯s leave tonight for festivities. I have only come because I want to challenge the abyss within your city with my team."
"The abyss?" William raised an eyebrow before chuckling. "It seems there are many matters I am not aware of, even within my own city. Well then, we shall do as you propose. But let me at least escort you until you reach this abyss that you are looking for."
Chuckling at William¡¯s quick-wittedness, Thorian nodded. "That is reasonable."
With that, Thorian made his way alongside his party to the tunnels that spread across Locksley.
As William looked around, he scrunched his eyebrows. "To think that Nalia had expanded the sewers into such a network. It must have taken her years to do so without anyone noticing."
"You tell me about it," Thorian shrugged. "This is your city we¡¯re talking about. You must keep your affairs in order."
Hearing this, William sighed. "I can''t refute your words, Lord Thorian. The only excuse I have is that I''ve been occupied with battles and wars against the barbarians for a long time. She must have used the absence of my attention to expand her organization."
"Right now, it no longer matters," Thorian responded. "Nalia and her organization are no more. The only issue left is the corrupted nobles who allowed her to thrive. Surely, Johannes wasn¡¯t the only one involved in her schemes."
"I am fully aware of that," William responded with a cold voice. "And I intend to root out that corruption completely."
"As long as you keep that in mind," Thorian nodded. Then, he turned around as he heard the sound of footsteps.
"Oh, it''s you, Thorian," Nox, who had transformed into a new kobold evolution, led his group of newly evolved assassins.
Nox had grown larger, and so had the rest of his squad. Their fur had also become longer and silkier. While Nox''s midnight black fur had gained some shimmering purple streaks, the rest of them had developed azure streaks that matched their silver fur.
"Seems like you¡¯ve all grown stronger," Thorian smiled as he looked at Nox and his squad.
"Congratulations on your evolution," Forlune chimed in. ¡°Looks like you¡¯re now finally able to pull your own weight."
"Add in your weight too," Nox joked with a grin. "But thank you, I have never felt this strong. It''s like I can do anything."
"Don¡¯t get too ahead of yourself," Thorian chuckled before asking, "But how far did you reach in the abyss? I hope you didn¡¯t push your teammates too far and made them fight something they can¡¯t beat."
"He almost did," Alacritas rolled his eyes. "But we made him stop on the fourteenth floor. I heard about the boss of the fifteenth floor and was not sure we could beat it without getting used to our abilities first."
"I¡¯m sure we would have," Nox shrugged before looking back at Thorian. "But yeah, we stopped at the fourteenth. Once we get some training done, we will go back and challenge the abyss again."
"Well then, good luck with your training," Thorian concluded the conversation.
With those words, the two groups crossed paths, and Thorian continued on his way to the abyss''s entrance. As they entered the room where the portal was located, William exclaimed, "To think that such a thing existed below the city? I had no idea."
Hearing this, Thorian looked down with a slightly melancholic expression. William, I truly do not want to cross blades with you in this life. I hope that tomorrow, we can exit the meeting room as new friends. Please do not make a foolish choice.
Shaking these thoughts away, Thorian looked back at William and smiled. "The abyss is a great way to gain experience points and levels. You should have your men come down here once in a while."
"I will definitely do so," William nodded before lightly bowing. "And again, I must thank you for the insight. You have been nothing but a blessing for me and my people."
Hearing these words, Thorian''s expression froze for a second before he nodded with a smile. "Well then, I shall see you later. Enjoy the festivities."
Chapter 163: Invitation to Its Depths
As William made his way out of the chamber, Forlune nudged Thorian. "Was it a good idea to show him the entrance to the abyss?"
"It was a gesture of goodwill," Thorian sighed. "By revealing the abyss to him, I made it clear that if they become our vassals, we will treat them no differently than our own people."
"I understand," Forlune nodded, before glancing back at the door through which William had exited. "I just hope they''re not ungrateful."
With that, Thorian''s attention returned to the portal of the abyss. Smiling, he thought, The next few floors are ice-themed. They shouldn''t pose a problem given my elemental resistances and fire magic.
"Well then, let''s get started," Thorian said as he led his team toward the portal, just before receiving a notification.
| The Abyss welcomes those who dare to challenge its depths. |
| You will be teleported to the sixteenth floor of the abyss. Do you accept? |
I do, Thorian responded internally, before being transported to the abyss alongside the rest of his team.
Upon opening his eyes, Thorian could feel the snowy wind brushing against his body. Thanks to his resistances and high stats, the blizzard''s full force was mitigated. To him, it felt like standing in a slightly chilly breeze.
"Oh, this feels good," Zogarth groaned as he stretched. "We''ve finally left that cramped room. I had to contort myself just to fit."
"I feel bad for you," Forlune chuckled. "At your size, every task becomes a challenge. We need to refit every important room to accommodate you."
While the two were joking around with each other, Thorian¡¯s focus was on the floor quest.
| [Welcome to the sixteenth floor of the abyss. |
| To clear this floor, complete the floor quest |
| Floor Quest |
| Description |
Eliminate all the attacking ice direwolves. |
| Rewards |
60000 Experience Points.
30000 Arcane Coins.
|
"Seems like we''re back to just simple elimination quests," Thorian commented as he glanced at the notification.
"That''s a good thing," Forlune grinned, unsheathing his sword. "Simple and exciting, much better than those annoying puzzles."
As he spoke, dozens of ice direwolves materialized around them. Without hesitation, Vigil blessed Zogarth and Forlune with a golden aura, while Aqua and Thorian received a silver one. Thorian knew immediately that Vigil''s blessing enhanced the efficacy of his spells and imbued him with extra mana.
Simultaneously, the direwolves howled in unison, creating a massive blizzard that engulfed the area and reduced visibility. However, Thorian wasn''t hindered. Using his Predator¡¯s Gaze and Elemental Sight, he could still clearly see the direwolves as if it were a clear day.
Flame Fury.
Raising his staff, Thorian summoned five massive fireballs and launched them at the approaching direwolves, incinerating them in an explosion of flames. The shockwave was so powerful that it cleared an area of the snowy storm, providing his team with much-needed vision.
Seizing the opportunity, Zogarth, emanating a red and black aura, cleaved through any direwolf that dared to stand in his way. Forlune, moving swiftly from one direwolf to another, slashed their throats with ruthless efficiency.
Meanwhile, Aqua fired ice spears, impaling any direwolf that emerged. Thorian, on the other hand, continuously launched massive fireballs, decimating his foes.
Soon, notifications flooded in.
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
| Do you wish to continue to the seventeenth floor? |
Seeing the level-up notifications, Thorian smiled. He then decided to check his status window.
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| Race |
Elemental Lord Kobold |
| Level |
18/45 (EXP: 71098/120000) |
| Class |
Elemental High-Magus |
| Level |
2/50 (EXP: 90000/105000) |
| Lifespan |
70 years |
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Seventh Stage (2.7%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
169 |
| Agility |
184 |
| Constitution |
159 |
| Mana |
178 |
| Qi |
200 |
| Free Points |
70 |
Looking at his Free Points, Thorian smiled. It''s a good thing I didn''t have to use them while fighting against Nalia. At this point, I''m 40 points away from reaching 200 in all of my main stats. Just a few more levels, and I would gain a new skill.
After checking his status panel, Thorian and the rest of the party progressed through the remaining floors. The seventeenth floor awarded them 70,000 experience points, the eighteenth floor 80,000, and the nineteenth floor 90,000. With the triple experience boost factored in, the numbers were astonishing.
Upon completing the quest on the eighteenth floor, Thorian accumulated enough Free Points for all his stats to reach 200 points. The moment he allocated his stats, he acquired the skill: "Master of Growth."
| Requirement Fulfilled: New Skill Unlocked |
| Master of Growth |
| Description |
Your unparalleled dedication and adaptive learning style have culminated in an extraordinary capability for personal development. This skill enhances your natural talent for learning, allowing you to master new skills 20% faster than before. Furthermore, each time you level up, you receive 2 additional Free Points, empowering you to tailor your growth and fortify your strengths or mitigate your weaknesses more effectively. |
| Proficiency |
MAX |
After completing the quest on the nineteenth floor, Thorian''s group decided to take a moment to recuperate.
"Man, I think I''m in love," Forlune grinned, gazing at the notifications before him. "I level up at least once every time we clear a floor in the abyss. If I tried to gain the same amount of experience points in dungeons, I''d have to wait for days."
"It''s indeed becoming addicting," Zogarth nodded. "The pace of progress here is unlike anything we''ve ever experienced. I wonder if it will continue this way."
"It depends on how you look at it," Thorian replied. "Once we clear the twentieth floor, the abyss will change. First off, the team size will be reduced to just three, and we''ll also have to wait a day after clearing a floor before moving on to the next one."
"I knew there had to be some catch," Forlune clicked his tongue. "Still, we''ve grown immensely stronger in these first twenty floors, and a pace of one floor a day would still net us better experience points than doing dungeons."
"You''re talking as if we''ve already cleared the twentieth floor," Zogarth retorted with a chuckle.
Hearing that, Forlune shrugged. "I''d be more surprised if we weren''t able to do it."
While the two were conversing, Thorian decided to check his status panel.
Display Panel
Ding
| Race |
Elemental Lord Kobold |
| Level |
23/45 (EXP: 11098/215000) |
| Class |
Elemental High-Magus |
| Level |
7/50 (EXP: 120000/195000) |
| Lifespan |
70 years |
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Seventh Stage (2.7%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
206 |
| Agility |
206 |
| Constitution |
204 |
| Mana |
202 |
| Qi |
200 |
| Free Points |
38 |
Seeing his newly improved stats, Thorian grinned. I leveled up twice on this floor and gained 4 additional Free Points. It seems the ''Master of Growth'' skill also works with my race levels. When you add the fact that it gives me an additional 20% acceleration in my skill mastery, it becomes the perfect skill for me.
Considering these last Free Points, Thorian decided to allocate them to his main stat.
Mana: 202 -> 240
Looking at his mana stat, Thorian was satisfied. "Now that I have reached the 200-point mark, I can finally condense my mana into a mana heart. However, that will have to wait for later."
Thorian then turned back to his team and said, "Shall we challenge this twentieth floor?"
"I think I''ve had enough rest," Forlune stretched his arms before grinning. "I also finished distributing my stats. I feel like a new man now."
"Same here," Aqua chimed in. "My mana is fully refilled from the level-ups."
With a nod to his teammates, Thorian looked back at the notification.
| Do you wish to continue to the twentieth floor? |
| Warning: The next floor contains a boss monster. |
I do.
Chapter 164: Intense, Subzero Cold
As they entered the twentieth floor, Thorian''s group found themselves inside of a giant icy arena. The vast expanse of the arena was enclosed by towering walls of ice, shimmering under the dim light that seemed to emanate from the very ice itself. The cold was more intense here, biting into the skin, but for Thorian and his team, it was just another challenge to overcome.
| Welcome to the twentieth floor of the abyss. |
| To clear this floor, complete the floor quest |
| Floor Quest |
| Description |
Eliminate all four waves of attacking monsters. |
| Rewards |
150,000 Experience Points.
75,000 Arcane Coins.
|
"Monster waves, how interesting," Forlune grinned as he readied himself, his sword gleaming with a faint aura of power.
"Don''t overdo it on the first few waves," Thorian warned, his voice echoing slightly in the vast arena. "The later ones will be harder. Just use enough aura to eliminate your enemies and that''s it."
"Roger that, lord," Forlune nodded, his eyes scanning the arena for any sign of the impending monsters.
As if on cue, the first wave of monsters emerged from gates that opened along the walls of the arena. Ice direwolves, their fangs and claws cold like steel, charged towards them, their howls filling the air.
Without hesitation, Thorian raised his staff, the tip glowing with a fiery light. "Let''s keep this clean and efficient," he called out, before launching multiple massive fireballs at the incoming packs of direwolves.
Forlune, moving with graceful speed, engaged the monsters that managed to dodge the fiery onslaught. Each swing of his sword was precise, cutting down his foes with minimal effort.
Aqua stood back and softly chanted, summoning a water vortex that trapped the direwolves in its relentless currents. He then conjured a frost beam, freezing the spinning water tornado.
Seizing the opportunity, Zogarth charged at the frozen vortex and split it with his giant battleaxe. With one slash, he killed all the direwolves Aqua had frozen.
As the last direwolf fell, a notification appeared:
| First wave has been cleared. |
The gates then reopened, revealing five ice trolls. They stood taller than Zogarth, even with their hunched posture, sporting thick hides and wielding giant tree trunks as clubs.
¡°They look slow as all hell,¡± Forlune remarked with a click of his tongue.
¡°And pretty dumb too,¡± Aqua added with a chuckle.
As the ice trolls charged towards them, Thorian commanded, ¡°Let¡¯s get them to bunch up before we blast them.¡±
With a nod, the group waited for the ice trolls to get close before dashing away, causing the confused trolls to headbutt each other. Thorian then cast his spell, Quick Sandtrap, to ensnare them. Without delay, he activated his tornado spell.
As the tornado formed, battering them with cutting winds, the ice trolls'' large weight and strength prevented them from being swept away. However, Thorian had a different objective. As the vortex took shape, he unleashed his second spell, Fire Pillar.
The spells merged, creating a fire tornado that caused the ice trolls within it to shriek in pain. Yet, they did not die immediately.
At Thorian''s signal, Zogarth and Forlune, their bodies clad in their respective auras, rushed toward the fiery vortex. In a flash, they cut through the flames and the ice trolls within, killing them all in an instant.
| Second wave has been cleared. |
With the ice trolls defeated, Thorian and his team caught their breath, their weapons still poised. The arena gates groaned open, and a chill wind rushed in. Not hulking giants this time, but sleek shapes materialized from the icy haze ¨C snow leopards. Their eyes, like twin moons against their mottled fur, fixed on the battered adventurers.
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"Snow leopards," Thorian hissed, never breaking eye contact. "We went from dumb but tough to fast and annoying."
The first leopard exploded into action, not with a roar, but a blur of motion. It streaked towards Forlune, whose sword flashed in response. One strike, two, three ¨C steel met claws with a shriek. But the leopard twisted, impossibly supple, and raked its claws across Forlune''s shield arm.
Aqua reacted instantly. Ice shards materialized from the air, not aimed to kill, but to sting, to harass. One shard grazed a leopard''s flank, eliciting a furious snarl. The distraction was just enough for Forlune to drive the creature back with a flurry of blinding attacks, before piercing its throat with his sword.
Zogarth, built like an oak, was too slow for this lightning war. Instead, he slammed his axe into the ground. The whole arena shuddered, throwing the leopards off balance. It was a crude tactic, but it gave Thorian an opening. Raising his cane, Thorian activated his bramble patch skill, effectively cutting off the leopards'' retreat path.
The leopards snarled, trapped between the sharp, thorny branches and the steel of Forlune''s blade. One, bolder than the rest, lunged through the bramble patch toward Thorian, its sides sliced open by the sharp edges of the branches. Thorian barely flinched at the attack, blasting it in the face with a stream of flame, then sidestepping as its body tumbled, its flesh and skin burned to a crisp from Thorian''s fire.
The fight was a whirlwind of steel, ice, and blazing magic. Each leopard, though smaller than the trolls, was a flurry of teeth and claws, their instincts honed to a razor''s edge. However, they were no match for Thorian''s team. Compared to Nalia''s blinding speed, any opponent would seem slow, and the snow leopards were no exception.
| Third wave has been cleared. |
¡°Well, those were certainly annoying,¡± Forlune spat as the last leopard fell. ¡°Their fur blends too well with the ice. It strained my eyes just trying to track their movement.¡±
¡°Tell me about it,¡± Aqua also complained. ¡°Trying to land my spells without hitting you was really frustrating.¡±
¡°But we managed to finish them off,¡± Vigil said with a light smile, approaching the slightly injured Forlune. He then cast a spell, and a silver aura enveloped Forlune¡¯s left bicep, mending the torn flesh.
¡°Thank you,¡± Forlune said, stretching his arm. ¡°It feels much better now.¡±
However, as he finished speaking, a deep rumbling emanated from the northern gate before them. A colossal ice golem emerged, towering over the group. Its crystalline structure refracted the dim light into a myriad of sparkling colors. Composed entirely of ice and exuding a frigid aura that made the air around it shimmer with cold, the golem was both a magnificent and daunting adversary.
"An ice golem," Thorian remarked dryly, his gaze fixed on the golem as it took a lumbering step forward, frosting the ground beneath its feet with each movement. "You all know how it goes with these golem-type monsters. Aim for the core, it''s their weakness."
Forlune, his sword now glowing brighter with a fierce aura, nodded. "Roger that, let¡¯s finish it swiftly."
As the ice golem raised its massive arms to unleash a devastating blow, Aqua quickly cast a protective barrier in front of the group. The ice barrier flickered with energy, then caved in, but not before absorbing most of the impact of the golem''s attack, shielding the team from the sheer force.
Undeterred by the golem''s size, Zogarth charged forward, his battleaxe at the ready. He targeted the golem''s legs, aiming to chip away at its icy foundation and reduce its mobility.
Meanwhile, Thorian, recognizing the need for a strategic approach, began chanting an incantation. His staff emitted a brilliant light as he summoned a concentrated beam of fire, aimed directly at the ice golem''s chest where a faint glow hinted at the core''s location.
Although his Fire Stream spell wasn''t enough to penetrate the golem''s chest, Thorian knew which spell could. Employing his dual-casting technique, he activated two spells: Galeforce Spear. Fire Arrow.
As the two spells merged into a giant spear of flames, Thorian launched it toward the ice golem''s chest, causing a massive explosion. Fire spread throughout the colossus''s body, leaving a gaping hole in its chest and exposing the core.
Seizing the moment, Forlune leaped high into the air, his sword charged with a blinding golden aura. He brought the sword down in a powerful arc, aiming for the ice golem''s exposed weakness.
The sword struck true, shattering the core into a thousand sparkling fragments. The light within extinguished, and the golem''s form began to crumble. Its structure lost cohesion, dissolving into a pile of snow and ice.
Soon, notifications cascaded in front of Thorian.
| Congratulations, you have successfully cleared Hidden Quest #1: Clear all four waves in less than 30 minutes. |
| Congratulations, you have successfully cleared Hidden Quest #2: Clear all four waves in less than 15 minutes. |
| Reward Updated: |
+150,000 Experience Points
+75,000 Arcane Coins
|
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
Chapter 165: Lagging Behind
As Thorian looked at the deluge of notifications that appeared in front of him, he smiled contentedly. However, before he could check his status panel, a new notification appeared:
| Congratulations, you were the second fastest team in the kingdom to clear the twentieth floor of the abyss. |
| All team members shall gain 10 additional Free Points as a reward. |
Again, the second team? Thorian furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and frustration. Just who could be faster than us? The golden prince in the capital shouldn¡¯t have awakened yet. So, who could be this strong?
While Thorian was lost in his thoughts, Forlune chuckled. ¡°It seems like we just keep getting more rewards. Well, I¡¯m not complaining about that.¡±
¡°I haven¡¯t seen this many level-up notification at the same time,¡± Zogarth chimed in. ¡°I want to see just how many stat points I gained from this one floor.¡±
Hearing that, Thorian also decided to check his progress after the significant amount of levels he had gained.
Display Panel
Ding
| Race |
Elemental Lord Kobold |
| Level |
26/45 (EXP: 196098/295000) |
| Class |
Elemental High-Magus |
| Level |
11/50 (EXP: 110000/295000) |
| Lifespan |
70 years |
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Seventh Stage (2.7%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
214 |
| Agility |
213 |
| Constitution |
208 |
| Mana |
243 |
| Qi |
200 |
| Free Points |
102 |
This status panel looks more ridiculous by the day. Achieving this level of power in my past life took at least a year and a half.
| Do you wish to continue to the twenty-first floor? Note that the next ten floors are narrative ones. You will need to reorganise your party to include only 3 members to proceed. |
¡°Should we leave it at that?¡± Thorian turned to the rest of his party upon seeing the notification. ¡°We will need to reconstruct our party if we wish to continue.¡±
¡°I think this is a good stopping point,¡± Forlune replied. ¡°For the later floors, since we can¡¯t keep this party, I''d like to form my own.¡±
Thorian nodded at Forlune¡¯s suggestion, then turned to Zogarth. ¡°What about you? Do you want to lead your own party?¡±
¡°Whether you wish for me to create my own party or stay with you, I will follow your command, my lord,¡± Zogarth simply said.
Chuckling at this, Thorian responded, ¡°It would be better for you to form your own party. You¡¯re a leader, and you need all the experience you can get in that department.¡± He then looked at Aqua and Vigil before continuing, ¡°And what about you two?¡±
¡°I would like to start my own party, my lord,¡± Aqua said. ¡°Since we¡¯re both magi, our roles overlap too much. I think I could be more useful in another party.¡±
¡°That is a sensible logic,¡± Thorian nodded, then turned to Vigil, who appeared lost in thought, ¡°And you?¡±
Vigil paused for a moment before deciding, ¡°I would like to continue in your party, my lord.¡±
¡°Good,¡± Thorian nodded, then glanced at the notification. ¡°Well then, time to return to Wolvendale.¡±
With those words, Thorian¡¯s party immediately teleported back to the entrance of the abyss. As usual, Zogarth had to crouch immediately to avoid breaking through the roof of the underground room.
After Zogarth squeezed through the door, the group made their way out of the underground tunnels. Thankfully, there were no onlookers, as most of Locksley¡¯s citizens were gathered near the center at the city plaza, celebrating the return of their lord and the death of Nalia.
Without wasting much time, the group made their way back to Wolvendale, where they found everyone still immersed in feasting and dancing.
As Zogarth watched Brix singing and dancing in front of the firepit, he couldn''t help but chuckle. "That little boy really knows how to liven up the mood. Any team would be lucky to have him."
"Then why don''t you take him?" Forlune jested with Zogarth, chuckling.
However, Zogarth just nodded with a shrug. "Sure, why not? He''ll need to work hard to reach the twentieth floor, but if he does, he''s welcome on my team."
Hearing that, both Thorian and Forlune raised an eyebrow in surprise, while Zogarth looked at them, confused.
Shaking his head, Thorian decided to excuse himself. "I''ll leave you all to the festivities for now. I have something I must do."
Seeing Thorian about to leave, Forlune raised an eyebrow before interrupting him. "My lord, I know you have a lot of work, but please, make some time to join the feast with us. It would be good for everyone''s morale for you to be there."
After a moment''s consideration, Thorian agreed. "Give me twenty minutes, and I''ll be with you." With that, he departed for the Blacksmith''s Forge, doubtful he''d find Faber amidst the ongoing celebration, yet compelled to check.
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"Huh, how unexpected," Thorian shook his head upon seeing fumes coming out of the Workshop¡¯s chimney. There was only one person who would still be working while everyone else was celebrating.
As Thorian stepped into the Workshop, the staff in Faber''s hands caught the dim light, revealing its masterful craftsmanship. The staff, nearly as tall as a man, had a core of dark, polished wood that seemed to absorb the light around it, lending it an almost ethereal quality. Spiraling around this core were intricate carvings that mimicked the flow of water and the swirl of wind, with leaves and flames subtly represented in the twists and turns of the design.
At the top of the staff, a framework of black iron held four orbs in place. The fire orb glowed with a deep, ember-like warmth; the water orb shimmered with a deep ocean blue; the wind orb appeared almost transparent, save for the occasional spark of green energy within; and the earth orb glowed softly with a rich brown color.
"You''ve outdone yourself," Thorian approached, admiration and surprise lacing his voice.
Faber, humility shadowing his features, offered the staff to Thorian. ¡°Forgive me, my lord, it hasn¡¯t reached the height I had hoped for. It is but a failure.¡±
Thorian, taking the staff, regarded Faber with a mix of confusion and awe, turning his attention to the masterfully crafted four-element staff.
| Elemental Scepter |
| Rarity |
Quasi-Crimson Sun |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
10 |
| Description |
Forged by the skilled hands of Faber, the Elemental Scepter is a great work of magical craftsmanship, combining the ancient power of elderwood with the essence of the four elements. The elderwood, harvested from the body of a corrupted treant within the Verdant Labyrinth, channels the raw energies of nature. Each of the four orbs, masterfully set atop the staff, resonates with one of the elemental forces¡ªfire, water, wind, and earth¡ªgranting unparalleled control and harmony with the elements. |
| Stat Bonuses |
Mana +50, Strength +20, Agility +15, Constitution +10 |
| Abilities |
Elemental Harmony: Enhances the wielder''s ability to manipulate and combine the four elemental magics, reducing mana consumption by 20%.
Elemental Surge: Grants a 25% increase in the potency of elemental spells.
|
| Special Abilities |
Quartet of the Ancients: Once a day, the wielder can invoke the combined power of the four elements to unleash a devastating area of effect attack with a 20-meter radius.
Elemental Confinement: Once a week, the wielder can cast a powerful sealing spell that creates a magical prison, combining the forces of the four elements to bind and immobilize a target. The entrapment lasts for up to 10 minutes or until the caster releases the target.
|
Looking at the description of the staff, Thorian was astounded. A Quasi-Crimson Sun weapon that provides such remarkable stat bonuses? he thought before turning to Faber with a raised eyebrow. ¡°What do you mean a failure? This is the strongest weapon we currently have, and it''s not even a close contest.¡±
¡°I aimed for it to be a proper Crimson Sun weapon, my lord,¡± Faber scratched the back of his head. ¡°If I were a better blacksmith, I would have achieved it. I apologize for having used so many of your resources on this.¡±
Hearing this, Thorian rolled his eyes. ¡°Don''t be overly modest. This is an exceptional weapon that has surpassed my expectations. Considering you''re just starting your journey as a blacksmith and you''re already this close to making Crimson Sun items, I can''t even imagine what you''ll be capable of creating in two, five, or ten years.¡±
¡°Thank you for your kind words, my lord,¡± Faber responded with a light bow.
Seeing this, Thorian smiled and clapped the kobold on the shoulder. ¡°Now, don''t confine yourself to this place. Go and enjoy the feast, dance, and sing with the others. Work is important, but you must also take time to rest.¡±
¡°Thank you, my lord,¡± Faber nodded as he began to tidy his tools. ¡°I''ll join you as soon as I''ve put everything in order.¡±
With a smile, Thorian left the Workshop. He had initially planned to use this time to condense his mana cloud into a mana heart, but having promised Forlune, he felt compelled to join the celebration.
After storing his Emberstrike Cane in his Storage house, Thorian returned to the village center, where the largest firepits burned. Navigating through the crowd, he found Forlune, Aqua, Zogarth, and many of the top fighters gathered together.
Forlune spotted him and made space. ¡°Come, lord. You have to try these thumpalope thighs; they''re far superior to the scrawny chickens we had before.¡±
¡°You eat them every day, yet you still get excited about thumpalope meat,¡± Thorian remarked with a chuckle. ¡°I wish I could be as easy-going as you.¡±
Laughing heartily, Forlune passed a piece of roasted thigh to Thorian as he sat down. However, as Thorian took a bite, he noticed a shift in the atmosphere. The singing and dancing had quieted, and everyone''s attention was on him.
¡°I think they''re expecting a speech,¡± Forlune whispered to him with a smirk.
Resisting the urge to sigh, Thorian set aside his piece of meat and addressed the crowd. ¡°As you all know, tonight we celebrate the defeat of our mortal enemy, Nalia.¡±
At his words, cheers and screams erupted, prompting a slight chuckle from Thorian. Once Forlune had calmed everyone, Thorian continued, ¡°And as many of you are aware, overcoming Nalia required a collective effort from all the fighters chosen for the ambush. Individually, we stood no chance against her power. But together, trusting in each other and focusing on our roles, we emerged victorious.¡±
Thorian''s gaze swept across the assembly, pausing on each key figure in turn: Forlune, Zogarth, Aqua, and Ventus. Their roles in the battle had been critical; the absence of any one of them might have meant Nalia still drawing breath. Yet, amidst the gravity of that realization, Thorian''s lips curved into a smile, his head shaking slightly in quiet disbelief before he addressed the gathering.
"But it¡¯s not only the fighters who shall share in this glory; everyone else helped too," he began, his voice carrying a warmth that softened the edges of the evening air. His eyes then found Faber and the cohort of blacksmiths. "Without our blacksmiths, we wouldn¡¯t have been properly equipped to fight in dungeons and gain strength."
Thorian''s gaze shifted next to Hamur and the assembled alchemists. "And our alchemists, without your pills, we wouldn¡¯t have been able to regain our strength so quickly and continue hunting to grow stronger. And without your potions, some of our strongest fighters would still be bedridden from poison."
At these words, Forlune coughed in embarrassment while Zogarth chuckled. Smiling at the two¡¯s reaction, Thorian looked at Hewer before continuing, "And certainly, without the wooden tubs the carpenters made for us, our stench would have been atrocious. Nalia would have been able to locate us just by our smell as we tried to ambush her."
Laughter erupted anew, lighter and more carefree this time, as goblins clustered around Hewer, offering affectionate pats and nods of gratitude. Thorian waited for the mirth to subside before he spoke again, his expression earnest, eyes alight with a visionary''s fire.
"However, this is but the start," he declared, voice resolute yet infused with an infectious optimism. "Together, we will continue to grow stronger, to conquer new territories and amass wealth beyond imagining. Today is merely our beginning."
Interlude 20
Tristan Ravenwood POV
As William escorted Thorian and his team to the abyss, Tristan, alongside Robert, Oswald, and the two children, made their way to the heart of Locksley. They navigated through blocks of buildings until Robert halted.
"Your grace, I believe it''s best if I take the boys to the mansion," he suggested, glancing at the children. "They need to change their clothes and shower."
"No, wait!" James protested, shaking his head. "I want to go to the festival with you guys."
"You tell them, James," Little Roo added, chuckling.
"You''ll rejoin us shortly," Tristan assured them, smiling at their antics. "However, you must heed Sir Robert''s advice if you wish to continue accompanying us. Do you understand?"
James looked down and pouted before sighing, "Okay, sure. But it¡¯s not going to be a long shower! I hate those."
Tristan chuckled at his words, then nodded to Robert, who led the two boys toward the inner citadel.
After they left, Tristan sniffed under his armpit and frowned. "Perhaps I should have joined them," he muttered.
With a light chuckle, Tristan turned back to Oswald, and they continued on their path. Oswald remained silent, his gaze fixed on the ground ahead, while he occasionally bit his lip and clenched his fists.
Before they could reach the main street, Tristan halted, while Oswald continued to march forward. It took Oswald a few seconds to realize and turn back in confusion.
"Why have you stopped? The festival is just ahead," Oswald asked, furrowing his brows in perplexity.
Tristan simply shook his head before sitting on the doorstep of a nearby house. "We''re not going anywhere until we have a talk."
With a puzzled expression, Oswald returned to Tristan and sat beside him. "What''s the matter? Is there something troubling you need to discuss?"
"It''s not about me," Tristan replied, shaking his head. "It''s about you. I''ve never seen you look so desolate before."
At those words, Oswald¡¯s expression froze. He then shivered, looking down at his hands in dread before he stammered, "I... I killed my own father."
Tristan closed his eyes and bit his lip at the admission. Almost instinctively, he placed his arm around Oswald''s trembling shoulders, offering consolation, "I''m sorry. I''m so deeply sorry."
"How can a son kill his own father?" Oswald looked at Tristan, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "What kind of son does that?!"
"You had no choice," Tristan assured him, hugging Oswald as he tried to stifle his sobs. "Your father was the one who betrayed you, who betrayed us all."
"I can''t understand why he did it," Oswald spoke softly, causing Tristan to sigh. But then, Oswald''s voice grew stronger, tinged with anger. "But what I can''t forgive is my own ignorance. Your father, the lord, was imprisoned in my family''s dungeon, and I was clueless."
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"You''re not to blame," Tristan pulled away to look Oswald in the eyes with a stern gaze. "No reasonable person would suspect their own family of such a heinous act without solid evidence, which you didn''t have. And how could you? We were up against an organization capable of destroying all of Locksley in one night if they chose to."
Oswald lay back on the door, sighing, "Yet, those monsters managed it. They saw through my family''s facade and uncovered the treachery."
"Don''t compare yourself to them," Tristan countered calmly. "They had an entire division of spies combing through Locksley, comprised of the strongest individuals you''ve ever encountered. Meanwhile, you were diligently working with me to rid the city of monsters and secure our defenses."
Oswald remained silent for a few seconds after Tristan''s words, making Tristan anxious, before finally speaking, "If only I were stronger, stronger than even Nalia, none of this would have happened. My father would have had no reason to betray the lord, and I could have solved all our problems. If only I were that strong."
"Dwelling on such thoughts won''t help," Tristan insisted. "You''ve done everything you could to become stronger. Nalia, and even the Monster King, possess their power because they had access to much more information than us."
"And how did they acquire that knowledge?" Oswald asked, his expression neutral.
"I don''t know," Tristan admitted with a sigh, then looked at Oswald earnestly. "What I do know is that as long as we continue to strive and fight, our strength will grow. Eventually, we''ll be powerful enough to have a right over our own destinies."
"A right over our own destiny..." Oswald echoed the words thoughtfully before chuckling softly. "You''re right. As weak as we are now, we don''t even have control over our fate. It''s only with strength that we can claim it."
Smiling at Oswald, Tristan stood up and extended his hand. "Let''s take a walk around the city and enjoy the quiet for a change. I''m sure we have many stories to share with each other in private."
"I''m eager to hear about your adventures in the Monster Village," Oswald said, smiling as he took Tristan''s hand and stood up. Together, they turned away from the lively and festive main street.
* * *
William Ravenwood POV
William stood before the gathered crowd, clearing his throat with a few coughs. "These past days have been filled with worry and turmoil, not just for me but for all of us. However, it brings me immense pleasure to announce that Nalia, the one who abducted many and plotted to usurp our beloved city, has been defeated."
This declaration was met with cheers and applause from the crowd, with some chanting, "Death to Nalia! Long live the lord!"
Once the fervor had settled, William continued, "Nalia and her organization, along with her closest associates, have been eradicated. This ordeal has been eye-opening for me, revealing that true worth is not determined by one''s surname, birthright, or ancestral honor, but by hard work and character. It is with great honor that I announce our army will soon open its ranks to new recruits. Those among you who demonstrate strength, perseverance, and noble character will receive the recognition and rewards you deserve."
The cheers that followed were even more intense, nearly causing William to chuckle. The promise of jobs and rewards offered a beacon of hope to those hardest hit by the apocalypse, a chance for them to significantly improve their circumstances.
"Well then, I shall not keep you with long speeches," William concluded with a smile. "Enjoy the rest of the festivities."
With that, William made his way through the throng, meeting up with General Henry and his squad.
"I must apologize, my lord, for making you deliver such speeches so soon after your return," General Henry said, bowing slightly.
"It is but my duty," William dismissed with a shake of his head. "But let us set that aside for now. The more pressing issue is preparing for tomorrow''s meeting."
"The meeting with the Monster King?" General Henry asked, a note of concern in his voice. "Indeed, that is a delicate matter."
"They have saved me, and arguably our entire city of Locksley, from certain destruction," William stated, looking thoughtfully at Henry. "What could we possibly offer that would suffice to repay such a monumental debt?"
General Henry paused before shaking his head. "My lord, I fear nothing we possess would be of true interest to them."
William stroked his beard thoughtfully, his gaze distant. "I wonder about that," he murmured, then sighed. "I must consult with my son about his experiences with them."
Chapter 166: Slow Day
As the first rays of sunlight awoke Thorian, he rose from his bed and dressed in clean clothes. Exiting his bedroom, he discovered Nox asleep on one of the living room couches. Smiling, Thorian roused his friend, "Nox, it''s time to wake up."
With a grunt, Nox stretched and opened his eyes. "Is it morning already?"
"It is," Thorian chuckled. "Now, quickly get dressed so we can head out. We have quite a few tasks ahead."
"Okay, okay," Nox yawned, standing up.
Realizing Nox would need some time to prepare, Thorian returned to his room and gazed out the window. He then cleaned his mouth with a water manipulation spell. Before mastering this spell, managing his hygiene with mere water balls had been challenging. Now, it had become a routine. As the king of his village and representative of his people, Thorian could not afford to appear uncivilized.
After attending to his hygiene, Thorian rejoined Nox in the living room, now ready to leave. The two exited the house.
"So, what''s our plan for today?" Nox inquired.
Thorian pondered briefly before answering. "First, I need to meet with William. Discussions such as these tend to be lengthy, and I''d prefer to start them as soon as possible."
"I see," Nox nodded. "Would you like me to fetch him?"
"That would be helpful," Thorian agreed. "But there''s no rush. I have another task to attend to in the meantime."
"Understood," Nox chuckled. "We''ll take the scenic route then."
After bidding Thorian farewell, Nox departed the village. Thorian, meanwhile, contemplated his next steps before heading to the Cultivation Hall.
Entering his usual room, Thorian thought, Although I didn''t come here to cultivate, the higher concentration of ether here will certainly be beneficial. I also need the peace and quiet to focus on condensing my mana heart.
Settling into a lotus position, Thorian cleared his mind, concentrating solely on the cloud of mana in his chest. It resembled a colorful nebula, energizing his entire body.
Aware that he couldn''t simply force the gaseous, unruly mana to condense into a single point, Thorian began guiding it in a rotating motion instead of directly towards the center. As the vortex of mana gradually gained speed, he subtly directed the rotation inward, causing the mana to inch closer to the center with each rotation.
With relentless focus, Thorian repeated this process countless times. Each rotation brought the mana closer to the center. After an hour, the vortex had transformed into a tiny spinning ball, its viscosity nearly gone due to the intense pressure. With one final effort, the blob of mana solidified, and a notification promptly appeared.
| Congratulations, you have condensed your mana heart. |
| As a reward, you have gained 20 points in mana. |
Smiling at this notification, Thorian decided to check his status panel.
Display Panel
Ding
| Race |
Elemental Lord Kobold |
| Level |
26/45 (EXP: 196098/295000) |
| Class |
Elemental High-Magus |
| Level |
11/50 (EXP: 110000/295000) |
| Lifespan |
70 years |
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Seventh Stage (2.7%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
214 |
| Agility |
213 |
| Constitution |
208 |
| Mana |
263 |
| Qi |
200 |
| Free Points |
102 |
While his stats had only changed slightly, Thorian knew that condensing his mana heart brought benefits that were not reflected in his status panel. His mana efficiency had increased to such a level that his skills now required only 75% of their usual mana cost. In other words, it was as if his mana pool had effectively increased by a third.
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And it''s not just a flat increase, Thorian chuckled to himself. It''s a percentage increase that will continue to benefit me as I further enlarge my mana pool.
Having taken care of this significant task, Thorian left the Cultivation Hall. By this time, the other rooms were beginning to fill, signaling that people had awoken and started their day.
Surveying the village, Thorian noted the absence of any commotion or large gatherings, leading him to conclude that Nox and William had not yet arrived; otherwise, the presence of the guest would have undoubtedly attracted attention.
With this in mind, Thorian hastened toward the outer gate, where Forlune and Aqua were on duty.
"Oh, my lord, I assumed you were still cultivating," Forlune remarked from the ledge before leaping down to meet Thorian.
"I''ve yet to begin my cultivation," Thorian corrected. "I''m expecting an important guest, and it would have been discourteous to keep him waiting."
"An important guest?" Forlune raised an eyebrow before realizing, "You''re referring to the lord of the humans."
"Yes, indeed," Thorian confirmed with a shrug. "Today, we clarify our positions and begin the negotiations."
"What negotiations, though?" Forlune laughed. "Given our superiority, I wouldn''t really call it a negotiation. It''s more about how generous we decide to be."
"Call it whatever you like," Thorian replied with an eye roll. "But this meeting with William will be one-on-one, without anyone else present."
"As you wish, my lord," Forlune responded with a shrug and a smile. "You''ve made your intentions clear to me yesterday. As long as Locksley becomes our vassal by the end of this, I''ll be satisfied."
Surprised by these words, Thorian nodded, "It shall be as you say."
The two then waited at the gate''s ledge for a few minutes before Nox, William, and a party of five humans emerged from the forest.
"It really is a village of monsters," an older gentleman among the humans remarked, his eyes wide with astonishment.
"It is truly marvelous," William added, smiling.
Scanning the group, Thorian recognized most of the humans: Oswald, Tristan, Robert, and he presumed the old man to be General Henry. The final member of the party was a man Thorian didn''t remember by name, only that he was General Henry''s second-in-command.
"Open the gates," Thorian commanded, and the hobgoblins below swiftly executed his order. As the gates parted, Thorian descended from the ledge to greet William and his entourage. "Welcome to my village, Lord of Locksley and his company."
"I''m pleased to meet you again," William nodded in acknowledgment.
"Well then, this is hardly the place for a discussion," Thorian motioned for the group to follow him. "We will have a more detailed conversation at my home."
With an agreeing nod, William, accompanied by his party, trailed after Thorian. At a discreet signal from Thorian, Nox joined them, guiding the group further into the village.
Approaching his residence, Thorian drew alongside William and proposed, "For this discussion, I''d prefer if we were alone."
"Without any of your officers present?" William expressed surprise with a raised eyebrow.
"Exactly," Thorian confirmed with a shake of his head. "And I''d appreciate if you could ensure the same. The dialogue tends to be more straightforward without multiple interjections."
"I understand," William responded with a chuckle. "If none of your officers will be present, then neither will mine. I, too, favor a more direct conversation."
After communicating this to his group and persuading them, William''s party, led by Nox, dispersed to explore the village. Though Tristan and Robert were already familiar with the area, the others showed interest in learning more.
Thus, Thorian guided William into his home, and they settled in the living room.
"This architecture is quite remarkable," William observed, taking in his surroundings with admiration. "I wouldn''t have expected kobolds, orcs, and goblins to embrace a lifestyle so akin to humans."
"The structure was created by the system," Thorian clarified. "However, if you''re referring to our way of life, then yes, we differ from other monsters. Civility is a value I deeply respect."
"That much is evident," William agreed, smiling. "You and your kind are unlike any monsters I''ve encountered. You speak our language, organize yourselves into a society, and are undeniably the most powerful beings I''ve ever met."
"Thank you for the kind words," Thorian chuckled, a brief silence ensuing.
As William met Thorian''s gaze, he exhaled deeply and said, "Well then, I presume you''ve invited me here because you require something of me."
After a moment''s contemplation, Thorian met William''s gaze firmly and stated, "Indeed, and I''ll be direct. I want you, and Locksley, to become my vassals."
Chapter 167: The Proposition
There was a deep silence for a few moments as the two looked at each other.
¡°By vassals, you mean you wish to rule over Locksley?¡± William took a deep breath.
¡°That is indeed what I mean,¡± Thorian nodded. ¡°However, you would still hold authority, second only to me within Locksley, and for most of the day-to-day affairs, you would be in charge.¡±
¡°This is a difficult request,¡± William admitted with a sigh. ¡°What you¡¯re asking of me is to betray the royal family and the capital. We call that treason, and it would severely affect my own legitimacy as a lord.¡±
¡°I understand it¡¯s not easy,¡± Thorian nodded before continuing. ¡°But I find your loyalty to this capital of yours very interesting. Is the capital city still standing? Is the royal family still alive?¡±
¡°It is true I do not know the answers to those questions,¡± William bit his lip before taking a deep breath. ¡°But that does not mean I can act while assuming that the capital is no more. My men¡¯s loyalty would certainly falter if I did such a thing.¡±
¡°Now, would it?¡± Thorian raised an eyebrow. ¡°Do they truly care so much about this royal family that is so far away from them, that they ignore the dangers lying close at hand?¡±
William looked deep into Thorian¡¯s eyes before asking, ¡°Are you saying that you would invade Locksley if we do not comply?¡±
¡°I would certainly not wish to do so,¡± Thorian responded with a smile. ¡°However, my goal and my wish is to establish my own kingdom, one that is so vast and powerful it stretches beyond the horizon.¡±
William sat in silence, looking down in thought for a few seconds. "Certainly, if you wished to invade us, there is nothing we could do to stop you. We lack the power to contend with your might."
"Let''s not talk about invasion; that would just sour the mood," Thorian shook his head. "Rather than seeing this proposal as a threat, I want you to view it as an opportunity. Joining me offers immense benefits. Not only do you gain my protection, but you also gain access to my dungeons to strengthen your army. And what do you lose in exchange? A vague sense of honor, for the eternal prosperity of your city. Is that not a deal worth considering?"
William sighed before admitting, "It is indeed a tempting offer, and if the choice was mine alone, I would readily accept."
"And whose choice is it?" Thorian raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to ask your council, full of corrupt nobles, whether you should become vassals to a monster?"
"No, it''s not the nobles I''m concerned about," William chuckled. "But I do care about the opinions of my most loyal men, who have shed blood and tears for Locksley. They deserve as much a voice in this matter as I do."
Thorian listened to William''s words for a few seconds before asking, "Tell me truthfully, what are you afraid of? Do you believe that I would treat you any less than I treat my own kin?"
"That is certainly a concern," William nodded. "However, I have heard about my children''s adventure in your village and how well you treated them. Moreover, considering our interactions, where you were always truthful and did not hide anything from me, I''ve come to believe that you are a just king."
"Then why the hesitation?" Thorian raised an eyebrow.
At this question, William sighed and looked down silently for a few seconds. "This decision involves the future of Locksley; I cannot rush it. Could you please give me until sunset to deliberate with my men?"
"I can," Thorian nodded with a smile before standing up. "But I do hope you come to a reasonable conclusion. I do not wish to cross swords with you, William. However, I will if it''s the only path to achieving my goals."
"I understand, and I will do my best to avoid bloodshed," William nodded as he also stood up. "Thank you for being accommodating and giving me time to deliberate."
"That is the least I can do," Thorian smiled before leading William outside. They quickly met up with the rest of William''s men before Thorian and Nox guided them out of the village.
As they walked out of the outer gate, Thorian addressed Nox, "Escort them back to Locksley. The forest is dangerous to traverse alone."
As Thorian watched William''s party leave, their eyes met one last time before William and his men made their way into the forest. Forlune then approached Thorian and asked, "So, how did it go, my lord?"
"Better than expected," Thorian chuckled. "He was certainly open to the idea and understood its benefits, but he needs to convince his men to see the matter in the same light."
"Isn''t he a lord?" Forlune scrunched his eyebrow in confusion. "What kind of lord needs the approval of his men to make a decision? Who is ruling whom at that point?"
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"Humans are complicated," Thorian chuckled in response. He then looked back at the forest with a longing gaze. Despite maintaining a composed attitude, he was still worried. William, we were true friends in our past life. Please make it so that we are not enemies in this one.
* * *
William Ravenwood¡¯s POV
As William and his companions approached Locksley, they bid farewell to Nox before venturing into the heart of the citadel. Traversing the inner city''s streets, William was besieged by a storm of thoughts. His recent imprisonment in the Strongheart dungeon had pushed him to the brink of despair. During the fleeting moments when he wasn''t subdued by sedatives or toxins, the distant screams of Nalia''s sacrifices haunted him. He harbored no illusions about his impending fate in those dark chambers.
Yet, in his darkest hour, they had been his salvation. A profound sense of indebtedness weighed on him. They saved me when all seemed lost, he mused, his lips pressed tightly together. I owe them my life.
For William, repaying this debt was imperative, even if it meant servitude. However, the stakes extended beyond personal obligation; they encompassed the fate of Locksley itself.
In a world besieged by monstrous forces, a fragile city like ours stands little chance to survive and prosper on its own, William pondered, casting a brief glance at his companions. But will they see the necessity of this small sacrifice as I do?
Upon their arrival at the main palace, General Henry noted William''s preoccupation. "My lord, you''ve been troubled throughout our journey. What terms has the Monster King set before you?"
"Let''s discuss this in the privacy of my study," William proposed, a reassuring smile crossing his face. "This matter demands discretion."
Following William''s lead, Tristan, Oswald, and General Henry entered the study and closed the door behind them.
¡°Thorian has made his request clear,¡± William began, turning to face his son and his men. ¡°He wishes for Locksley to become a vassal state under his kingdom.¡±
¡°A vassal?¡± Tristan echoed, looking thoughtful. ¡°I feared worse, yet it remains a bitter pill to swallow. Our people would struggle to accept being ruled by beings akin to those who have caused them so much loss.¡±
¡°This could destabilize the city,¡± Henry added with caution. ¡°It would give any dissenter a cause to rally people against you, my lord.¡±
¡°That is indeed a problem,¡± William pondered for a moment before acknowledging. ¡°And that is the reason why I wanted to discuss this matter with you.¡±
Cutting through the conversation, Oswald interjected, ¡°Forgive me, my lord, but I believe those concerns are secondary.¡±
¡°And why is that?¡± William inquired, genuinely curious.
¡°Because those are issues we can address,¡± Oswald explained, pausing to choose his words carefully. ¡°However, if we provoke the monsters, our survival is at stake. Would not all of Locksley perish? Tristan, am I mistaken?¡± he turned to his friend for confirmation.
¡°You''re right,¡± Tristan agreed before facing his father. ¡°Having witnessed their might firsthand, I can say with certainty that Thorian alone possesses the power to annihilate our city.¡±
¡°But what about Nalia?¡± General Henry raised a point. ¡°She was immensely powerful too, capable of wiping us out had we not acquiesced to her demands.¡±
Oswald clenched his fist, before letting out a long sigh. ¡°Nalia offered us no hope. She sought to exterminate anyone beyond her control and desired to rule Locksley with tyranny.¡± He then directed his gaze at William, ¡°Should Thorian intend the same, rebellion would be my choice. Death in defiance of tyranny is preferable to me than living like a slave.¡±
William listened intently to Oswald''s declaration and nodded in agreement, ¡°Your resolve is commendable, Oswald, and I value it deeply. Indeed, should Thorian wish to oppress our people, treating us as lesser beings, I too would take up arms against him.¡± He then took a moment, his voice softening, ¡°But my impression of Thorian is different. He saved our city from Nalia when he could have exploited our vulnerability for his own gain. He saved my children from certain death, and despite not being his subjects, he disclosed the location of the abyss to me.¡±
Hearing those words, Oswald''s shoulders relaxed, and his gaze shifted between Tristan and William. "You''re right, my lord. Thorian is nothing like Nalia. At the very least, he''s a man who keeps his promises."
The room fell silent for a moment until General Henry addressed William. "My lord, may I ask what you truly desire? Whatever it is, I will support it."
"What I seek is the safety and prosperity of our people," William stated firmly. "If submitting to Thorian is the means to achieve that, then so be it. My honor is a small price to pay."
General Henry paused, his expression contemplative, before he gave a slight nod. "As you wish, my lord. I will respect your decision." A moment of silence followed before he voiced a concern. "Nevertheless, we must proceed with caution. Stirring too much unrest could cast a long shadow over the future of Locksley."
William acknowledged Henry''s insight with a nod, acutely aware of the delicate balance at play. If we mishandle this situation, the Bloodsworth and Callfield families will seize the chance to incite rebellion. While Thorian''s support could easily quash such uprisings, the aftermath would leave enduring scars. A rule cemented by bloodshed would be dark and tyrannical.
Amid the tense atmosphere, Tristan offered a glimmer of hope with a smile. "Father, if you are inclined to accept Thorian''s terms for Locksley, perhaps we could seek a compromise. Negotiating a period of autonomy under his oversight might pave the way for a more gradual transition. This way, we could tackle smaller issues incrementally, avoiding the upheaval of confronting them simultaneously."
William nodded thoughtfully. "That''s a compelling idea. Extending the integration process could indeed soften the impact. We could begin with joint military expeditions into the dungeons alongside Thorian''s forces before moving on to further integration." He paused, pondering the idea before looking back at his son. "Do you think he would be open to such terms?"
"I believe so," Tristan responded with confidence. "From my interactions with him, Thorian has shown himself to be quite reasonable."
Chapter 168: Preparations for the Abyss
"So, what is your plan for today, my lord?" Forlune asked after seeing Thorian look back at the forest thoughtfully.
"Well, dealing with the humans is certainly a major part of it," Thorian smiled as he looked back at Forlune. "But it''s not the only matter we have to think about. Due to Nalia, we had to postpone our work on rock gathering, but now it''s time we got back to it."
"But we need those carts for this project, right?" Forlune asked. "Have the carpenters finished that job already?"
"I''ll have to talk with Hewer about that and see his progress," Thorian responded with a thoughtful nod.
Forlune looked down in thought for a moment before asking, "What about bringing in other monsters? Should we begin our expansion plans on that front?"
Taking a moment to think, Thorian responded. "First, we need to look for more orc tribes to join us. On that end, I want you and Zogarth to begin scouting." Thorian''s voice then turned more serious. "But I want you to stop at just scouting. We can talk and take actions after the matter with the humans is resolved."
"I understand; you don''t want our focus to spread too thin," Forlune nodded in understanding.
Stretching his arms a bit, Thorian said, "In any case, I''ll go and talk with Hewer first. Once Nox returns, tell him to join me."
"I will do so," Forlune nodded.
With those words, Thorian made his way back into the village and headed to the Village Hall first. After gathering his usual daily quests, he went to the magus guild and took on their quests too.
After finishing those miscellaneous matters, he headed into Hewer''s workshop. Although it was just a normal house that Thorian had built with the aid of the system, it still served as a good enough spot for Hewer and the other carpenters to do their work.
It''s unfortunate, but a proper workshop suited for carpentry won''t be available until I upgrade the village further.
Upon knocking, Hewer emerged, a mix of surprise and slight embarrassment crossing his face. "Oh, my lord, I didn''t expect your visit," he said, running a hand through his hair as he glanced back into the house.
Inside, the living room had been transformed into a workshop, devoid of its usual furnishings to accommodate the carpenters at work. They busied themselves with the construction of wheels, the cart''s main framework, and various joints and components.
"No worries," Thorian dismissed with a shake of his head. "I''ve come to see the progress on the carts."
Hewer nodded, his expression brightening. "We''ve been working non-stop, in collaboration with the blacksmiths. We''re close to finishing the assembly of the first cart by noon. After that, we anticipate completing one cart daily."
Thorian paused, lost in thought for a moment before responding. "These carts will be tasked with transporting heavy loads of rocks. It''s imperative that they undergo thorough testing before deployment."
"Indeed, my lord. We''ve already begun testing," Hewer assured, motioning for Thorian to enter. He pointed out two carts with failed joints. "For testing, we loaded as much wood as we could gather. The first cart gave out once it was fully laden, and the second broke after we loaded it with twice its capacity."
Hewer cast a reassuring glance back at Thorian. "We''re making sure that this third cart we''re working on can handle at least double wood capacity. That way, It should easily bear the rock loads."
"Excellent," Thorian replied, offering a smile and a supportive pat on Hewer''s back. "I look forward to hearing more good news soon."
Leaving the maskeshift workshop behind, Thorian meandered through the village''s heart, his steps eventually leading him to Nox, who lingered near the Village Hall.
Approaching his friend, Thorian inquired, "How was the trip to Locksley?"
A chuckle escaped Nox as he met Thorian''s gaze. "Mostly silent. Everyone was so deep in thought."
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"That''s understandable," Thorian sighed, a thoughtful frown briefly crossing his features. "But let''s set aside those concerns for now. I''m about to begin my cultivation practice. Would you care to join?"
"Sure, I''d love to," Nox nodded, then added with a wry smile, "But I hope you haven''t forgotten the promise we made yesterday. You still owe me a favor!"
Thorian paused, reflecting for a moment before answering, "I haven''t forgotten. But what is this favor you want me to do?"
Hearing those words, Nox grinned widely. "I want to go on an adventure with you!" he exclaimed with his usual enthusiasm. "I don''t care if it''s in hard dungeons or somewhere else, but I want to go on an adventure!"
Chuckling at this innocent request, Thorian scratched his furry chin in thought before responding, "The abyss''s floors beyond the twentieth require you to change teams. Once you reach that point, we can form a team alongside Vigil to tackle it."
"Is that true?" Nox''s eyes sparkled, and he clenched his fists in excitement. "Nice! I''ve been waiting for a challenge like this for so long!"
"But don''t get too excited," Thorian chuckled. "Before you try to challenge the fifteenth and twentieth floors, you need to demonstrate a high level of strength. You must be able to at least defeat the corrupted treant on your own if you want to clear those floors safely with your team."
"The corrupted treant?" Nox furrowed his brows in confusion before a look of understanding dawned on him. "Do you mean the guardian of the fourth floor of the Verdant Labyrinth dungeon? That giant poisonous tree thing with lots of roots?"
"That''s exactly what I mean," Thorian nodded. "If you can''t defeat it with ease, you''ll struggle in the next floors of the abyss."
Nox pondered for a moment before nodding, "Okay, I can do that." He then wore a confident smile and proclaimed, "I have grown immensely in power after evolving. I''ll show you what I''m capable of!"
"I can''t wait to see it," Thorian chuckled, gesturing for Nox to follow. "Now, let''s go and meditate."
With those words, the two made their way to the cultivation hall. Fortunately, two rooms were still unoccupied for them to use. Thorian filled his tub with water, assumed the lotus position, and began his meditative practice.
As hours passed, Thorian absorbed ether, converting it into Qi and then into Dark Flame Qi through his Ashen Ember gate. He meticulously balanced his colorless Qi with his Dark Flame Qi, mastering both his Dark Flame Arts and his standard martial techniques.
After two and a half hours, Thorian paused to assess his progress.
Display Panel
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Seventh Stage (9.9%) |
The progress is slightly slower now that I''ve reached the seventh stage, but that''s to be expected. Since I''m gaining just a bit above 7% with each cultivation session, it should take me around thirteen days to reach the next stage. Considering I will be using the Elixir too, I could reach it in even less time.
Cultivation had always been a lengthy process, and Thorian was well aware of this. Although the time to progress from one stage to the next had indeed increased, it remained relatively quick by Thorian''s standards.
Standing up, Thorian found his body still covered in a semblance of the usual black goo. The water in the wooden tub had also turned black. After taking the tub outside the Cultivation Hall, Thorian found Nox doing the same.
"I really can''t get used to this smell," Nox complained with a chuckle as they made their way to an empty disposal spot.
"Cultivation is usually accessible only to humans," Thorian explained. "The fact that we can benefit from it is already a massive boon. The unpleasant smell is a small price to pay."
"Still, it''s nasty," Nox responded, still managing to laugh.
As they reached the disposal spot, they had to hold their noses to avoid getting dizzy from the smell.
"This is starting to pose an environmental hazard," Thorian admitted as he emptied his tub of the black water. "We need a better system for waste disposal, or the smell will start reaching the residential area."
"I don''t know what that means, but please find a solution fast," Nox said, grimacing as he disposed of his own waste.
Thinking for a bit, Thorian said, "Right now, the quickest solution is to simply move this disposal area further outside the village. But as the village grows, we might find ourselves facing the same issue again."
Taking a mental note to later discuss this matter with Forlune and Zogarth, Thorian and Nox walked away from the disposal area. Afterwards, Thorian cleaned his body using water manipulation before doing the same for Nox.
"This feels kind of good, honestly," Nox chuckled. "The way you manipulate water is gentle; I was afraid you would just bombard me with water balls like those water magi did."
"They''re trying their best," Thorian smiled. "I just have a skill that allows me to freely manipulate water, which they don''t have yet."
Feeling refreshed after their quick showers, Thorian and Nox set their sights on the day''s challenges, heading towards the Verdant Labyrinth with renewed vigor.
Upon reaching the dungeon''s entrance, Thorian turned to Nox with a determined look. "We''ll tackle the fourth layer directly. This will also serve as a test of your readiness for the abyss. I''ll be here to support you, but you''ll be taking the lead."
Chapter 169: Shadowy Display
Thorian and Nox traversed the portal into the Verdant Labyrinth, making their descent into its fourth layer. Initially, their journey through the dungeon unfolded without incident. They navigated past the monsters lurking within with swift precision, propelling themselves towards the Golden Grotto. There, the armored Gilded Spiketail awaited, nestled in its lair.
With Nox''s newly acquired powers at their disposal, the confrontation with the Spiketail concluded almost as swiftly as it began, lasting scarcely ten seconds. Thorian, while undeniably impressed by Nox''s prowess, recognized that the corrupted treant looming ahead posed a significantly greater threat than the giant golden millipede his friend had just vanquished.
Without hesitation, the duo pressed forward, venturing deeper into the cavern''s gloom. Guided solely by the flickering flames conjured by Thorian, they surged through the expansive tunnel with unyielding velocity.
Upon detecting the ominous purple fog that heralded their approach to the guardian¡¯s chamber, Thorian halted. ¡°We can¡¯t talk within the guardian¡¯s chamber due to its poison, so let me tell you about its weakness here.¡±
He then looked at Nox and explained, ¡°To defeat the treant, you need to destroy its red core that''s hidden within its body. If you cut through its hollow eyes, you will find it.¡±
¡°That seems simple enough,¡± Nox nodded before the two entered the chamber.
The moment they stepped foot into the corrupted treant¡¯s lair, the thousands of massive roots that covered the chamber flared up. However, the moment these roots attacked them, Nox rushed through them, cutting them with his sword.
His black-furred body then shimmered before becoming intangible, like a puff of smoke. In a flash, Nox rushed through the chamber before he reached the treant¡¯s main body.
Seeing its assailant so close, the treant immediately gathered all of its roots, ready to defend itself. However, before these roots could even form a barrier, shadows emerged from Nox¡¯s body and immobilized them. The shadows gripped onto the roots like a snake strangling its prey, rendering them unable to move.
Using this opportunity, Nox¡¯s sword was filled with a deeply dark aura. He then rushed toward the treant¡¯s face and cut through the bridge of its nose with countless slashes.
The moment he could see the red light of the treant''s core, Nox wasted no time and pierced it with his sword.
"Good work," Thorian applauded as he walked toward Nox. The roots of the treant withered all around him before the main body turned into colorful dust. "That was an amazing display."
Ignoring the notifications, Nox walked toward Thorian with a big smile on his face. ¡°I told you I¡¯ve grown strong. So, what do you think now? Can I clear the next floors of the abyss?¡±
¡°You certainly can,¡± Thorian nodded. ¡°The ability you used to ensnare the treant¡¯s roots is truly remarkable. There aren¡¯t many monsters that can deal with it.¡±
¡°Yeah, I was really excited when I first saw it in my skill list,¡± Nox chuckled in response before he stretched his arms. ¡°But defeating this treant was really fun. Do you think I can handle the next floor too?¡±
Thorian thought for a moment before responding, ¡°Not on your own, but with the right team, maybe we can tackle it. We will need to bring in our strongest fighters.¡±
¡°Can we do it today?¡± Nox asked, eyes alight with excitement.
Seeing this, Thorian chuckled. ¡°Clear the abyss floors first before we talk about this matter. With some luck, we can challenge it tonight.¡±
Hearing those words, Nox smiled and clenched his fist. ¡°Great! I can¡¯t wait for tonight!¡±
Thus, the two gathered the rewards from their expedition before making their way out of the dungeon. They then finished clearing the rest of the Verdant Labyrinth layers before heading to the Thunderous Citadel. After clearing the two layers of the citadel, they made their way back to the village.
As Thorian looked up at the sky, he noticed the two suns reaching their zenith. The time given to William for deliberation was quickly ending, and Thorian would soon hear his response.
After giving Alacritas the order to escort William and his cohort safely through the forest, Thorian made his way to the Village Hall. Once he claimed the rewards for his quests, he went upstairs to the meeting room.
As he awaited William¡¯s arrival, Thorian began practicing his elemental control. After many days of training, he was now finally able to conjure a miniature fireball atop each of his fingers.
Taking his training further, Thorian aimed to control each of these fireballs independently. With great mental focus, he managed to make one of the fireballs spin atop his index finger while the rest remained stationary. However, the moment he tried to control two, he lost control, and all of the fireballs fizzled out.
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Good progress. At this rate, I should have almost full control over a single element in a few days. After that, I can focus on freely manipulating multiple elements at the same time.
While Thorian was satisfied with the progress, Cassia, one of the silver assassins that followed Alacritas, appeared next to him. ¡°My lord, William and his son have reached the village.¡±
Nodding at her information, Thorian issued his directive. "Tell them to come and meet me here. I will be meeting them alone, so no one else shall enter this room."
"As you wish, my lord," Cassia lightly bowed before disappearing once again.
Minutes quickly passed before three figures emerged from the door: William, Tristan, and Alacritas, who had been guiding them.
"I shall leave you for now, my lord," Alacritas lightly bowed before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.
Seeing that they were now alone, Thorian gestured for the two to take a seat. "Please, make yourselves comfortable."
They nodded at Thorian''s words before sitting down on the opposite side of the table. Thorian observed their nervousness and their subconscious desire to keep some distance, yet he couldn''t fault them for it. They were dealing with a being magnitudes of power stronger than themselves; it was only natural to be nervous.
Not letting the awkward silence linger too long, Thorian said, "Since you have taken the trouble to make your way here, I assume that you have reached some conclusion."
"Indeed we have," William responded after composing himself. Masking his hidden nervousness, he looked at Thorian and answered in a low tone. "After much talking and deliberation, we have reached the conclusion that becoming your vassal would indeed be beneficial to us. However, we have certain stipulations upon which this deal hinges."
Hearing these words, Thorian smiled. "Interesting, and what might these stipulations be?"
Clearing his throat, William explained, "If we become your vassals and you begin your assimilation of the people of Locksley into your ranks, there would be significant dissent. I don''t need to explain to you the hardships our people have gone through due to the assault of monsters. If I announce that we will be joining you abruptly, there would most certainly be revolts."
Aware of the concerns at hand, Thorian merely nodded in acknowledgment. "I understand your point, but I''m curious about the stipulations you have in mind," he inquired with genuine interest.
William, with a demeanor that reflected the gravity of the situation, laid out his proposal. "I suggest granting us complete autonomy initially, allowing us to undertake military expeditions into your dungeons. This approach will enable our men to familiarize themselves with yours in a setting that fosters camaraderie. Only after these bonds have been formed should we proceed with further integration."
The proposition elicited a chuckle from Thorian, causing a momentary tension in William and Tristan. However, Thorian''s nonchalant gesture quickly dispelled their worries. "Was that your concern? Rest assured, flooding my territory with a large influx of humans was never my intention. Such a move would only serve to destabilize my village," he explained, much to their relief.
With the air cleared, William and Tristan''s posture relaxed, a sense of relief washing over them. William, now smiling, expressed his gratitude. "It appears my concerns were unfounded. You''ve proven to be far more understanding than I anticipated."
Thorian, amused by their reaction, shared his practical approach. "My proposal is to begin with a select group of your most loyal and trusted men. Under the tutelage of my seasoned fighters, they will face the challenges of the dungeons, fostering mutual respect and understanding. Once this foundation is established, we can consider involving larger groups."
"That sounds like a plan," William agreed with a nod. "Shall we initiate this process today?"
"Indeed, we should," Thorian affirmed, eager to move forward. "There''s no benefit in postponing such matters."
William stood to shake Thorian''s hand, a gesture that sealed their newfound alliance. "Then this matter is concluded. Lord Thorian, by the authority vested in me as the leader and representative of Locksley, I hereby pledge our fealty to you. From this day forth, we are your vassals, committed to upholding the terms we have discussed and working together for the prosperity of our peoples."
Thorian accepted William''s hand, his grip firm yet not overpowering. "And I, as the lord of Wolvendale, accept your fealty. As long as your loyalty remains true, I shall spare no expense to protect you and your city. This alliance is a bond, one that signifies our shared destiny. Together, we shall elevate our lands to unprecedented heights, forging a legacy that will be remembered through the ages."
William''s expression brightened at Thorian''s assurance, and he nodded firmly. "Our future indeed looks promising. I vow to support you in every endeavor, for my debt to you is immeasurable."
Thorian, with a light-hearted chuckle, rose and clapped William on the back. "Let''s dispense with the formalities then. Would you like one of my men to show you around the village? It might give you a deeper insight into our way of life."
"That would be marvelous," William replied, his interest piqued. "Ever since I learned of your community, I''ve been eager to understand more about your customs and traditions."
Thorian, smiling warmly, motioned towards the door. "Very well, I''ll arrange for Alacritas to guide you. He will provide you with a comprehensive tour of our village."
With an affirmative nod, they began their descent from the meeting room. As they approached the Village Hall''s exit, Melina''s voice halted Thorian. "My lord, there''s an urgent issue that demands your attention."
Thorian paused, a look of surprise crossing his face, and excused himself briefly. "Please, allow me a moment."
William responded with a gracious nod, "Take your time, Lord Thorian."
Approaching Melina''s desk, Thorian''s curiosity was evident. "This is unexpected. What''s the matter?"
Melina met his gaze with a grave expression. "An urgent timed quest has emerged¡ªone that threatens the wellbeing of the entire forest if not addressed swiftly."
Chapter 170: Queen of Shadows
Hearing these words, Thorian was thoroughly confused. A timed quest this urgent? I haven''t heard about anything like that from William in my past life.
Deciding to shake off these thoughts, Thorian responded, "Show me the quest. Let''s see just how problematic it is."
Nodding at Thorian''s words, Melina handed him the quest parchment.
| Queen of Shadows |
| Quest Requirements |
The leader of the party must possess the Lord Attribute. |
| Team Limit |
Only 9 individuals can accept this quest. |
| Time Limit |
24 hours. |
| Description |
A malignant force is festering within the heart of Sherwood Forest. The shadows cast by the ancient trees grow unnaturally long and dense, heralding the rise of a sinister presence. Animals, once peaceful, now flee in terror or turn hostile, driven mad by the encroaching darkness. To restore balance and affirm your dominion, you must delve into the creeping shadows and confront the source of this blight before it grows even further. |
| Quest Objectives |
| Investigate the Forest''s Depths |
Traverse the darkened woods to uncover the roots of corruption. The journey will lead you to a series of chasms, each serving as a nest for the Queen''s minions. |
| Purge the Spider Nests |
Within the forest are three corrupted nests, each teeming with monstrous arachnids known as Dark Weavers. These creatures are the Queen''s eyes and hands, spreading decay and constructing the web of darkness that suffocates the land. Destroy these nests to weaken the Queen''s grip on the forest. |
| Vanquish the Queen of Shadows |
Deep within the largest chasm lies the heart of corruption¡ªthe Queen of Shadows. This formidable entity, a colossal spider shrouded in dark magic, is the architect of the forest''s demise. Slaying her will require not only strength but cunning, as her powers are vast and her minions many. |
| Penalty for Failure |
If the quest is not completed before the time limit, the corruption will reach the village of Wolvendale, destroying important structures and limiting territory functionalities. |
| Rewards |
| Group Rewards |
Level +2 for each member. |
| Individual Rewards |
Unknown Skill Crystal. |
Reading through the quest description, Thorian scrunched his eyebrows. This certainly hasn''t happened in the past. A corruption of this scale and the presence of such a strong monster have never been reported. William of my past life wouldn''t have been able to deal with such a threat, and both he and Locksley would have been doomed.
Thinking through this confusing scenario, Thorian could only come to one conclusion. The gods are intervening once again, I''m sure of it. Could this be a result of my own actions, or perhaps Nalia''s? Or maybe the cause is something else entirely?
"My lord, as you can see, this matter requires our utmost attention," Melina warned, snapping Thorian back from his thoughts. "If the corruption spreads too far, it will cause irreparable damage to your territory."
"I understand that, and I will take care of it," Thorian nodded, his gaze still distant with thought. He then turned back to Melina and inquired, "But I must ask you, since you are more familiar with these matters than I am, is this some form of godly interference?"
Melina remained silent for a few seconds, biting her thumb before responding, "I cannot say much about the plans of the gods, my lord, but it is indeed the result of their interference. What I can say, though, is that the gods do not like to be bored and would do anything to reignite their interest."
Hearing those words, Thorian sighed. What use is there to be surprised now? I already knew this was how the gods operate, viewing us like pieces of entertainment. The fact that I have grown so strong that nothing in this region could threaten me anymore most certainly did not sit well with them.
"Lord Thorian, is something troubling you?" William inquired, glancing back at Thorian.
"A timed quest has been released," Thorian explained. "I need to gather my men to tackle it."
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"A timed quest?" William echoed. "If you wish, we can assist you with it."
After a moment of thought, Thorian saw a great opportunity for William and Tristan to familiarize themselves with his men. Yet, the danger promised by the quest worried him. "You can join us, but you need to ensure you''re defensive. Since we''re dealing with strong monsters, you must be vigilant at all times."
"The risks are most certainly clear to me," William responded with a smile. "But a life spent hiding from danger is no life at all."
Chuckling at William''s response, Thorian looked at Tristan. "And what about you, young man? Will you return to Locksley, or would you like to tour around the village?"
"I would prefer neither," Tristan shook his head, then looked at William. "If my father is going with you, then I don''t want to be left out."
William chuckled at his son''s words, while Thorian simply smiled. "If that''s your wish, then so be it. You can stay around here for now, while I bring in my strongest fighters."
With those words, Thorian made his way out of the Village Hall. By the door, he found Alacritas and Cassia waiting. "Alacritas, there''s a matter I need you to address."
"Your wish is my command, my lord," Alacritas bowed lightly.
"I''ve been informed of a timed quest and a deep corruption seeping into the forest from some sort of chasms," Thorian explained. "I want you to scout the area around the village and look for signs of this corruption. Do not engage with whatever is causing it; just bring me the information as soon as possible."
"As you wish, my lord," Alacritas nodded before gesturing for Cassia to follow him. The two then immediately disappeared in a flash.
With the scouting party on the move, Thorian roamed around the village until he found Nox playing with Brix. After informing him of the situation, Thorian went on to gather Forlune, Zogarth, Ventus, Ifrit, and Aqua in front of the Village Hall.
"This is certainly an interesting development," Forlune chuckled as he entered the Village Hall. "To think that there are still strong monsters hidden within this forest. I had resigned myself to the fate of only feeling the thrill of a challenge from dungeons and the abyss."
Ventus cracked his knuckles, wearing a wide smile. "It was about time we got more interesting quests too. Those daily ones were getting so dull I was debating whether it was worth doing them at all."
Hearing these comments, Thorian simply smiled. "Rare quests like these become more available as territories grow and expand, so you can expect more of them in the future. As for strong monsters roaming the world, they are in abundance. The world is far more expansive than this simple forest, with some areas so dangerous that stepping foot in them would mean being obliterated by creatures from your worst nightmares."
At those words, William smiled. "It''s ironic that you speak of such places, Lord Thorian. For any normal human, this forest itself would have been one of those areas."
At this comment, Thorian raised an eyebrow before chuckling. "You''re correct. If I were any normal monster, Sherwood would have certainly been off-limits for humans." He then looked at the rest of the party before changing the subject. "In any case, I want you all to accept the timed quest while we wait for Alacritas to return with the necessary information."
Melina distributed the quests to everyone present. For Zogarth, who could not enter the small building, Melina walked outside to hand him the quest parchment. Afterward, Thorian outlined his plan. "Since there are three chasms that we need to clear of these Dark Weavers, we''ll split ourselves into three separate groups." He then thought for a moment before assigning the teams. "The first group will consist of myself, Nox, and William. The second will include Forlune, Aqua, and Tristan. The final one will be Zogarth, Ventus, and Ifrit."
Forlune, intrigued, asked, "My lord, what about the queen spider? Will you be challenging her with your group alone?"
"It depends on her strength," Thorian explained. "But the best action is for your groups to finish clearing your chasms as quickly as possible before joining ours. Then, we can confront the queen as a full team."
"I don¡¯t know who this spider queen is, but I don¡¯t envy her," Ventus said, stretching his arms. "Facing our combined strength would surely feel unfair. She wouldn¡¯t even have time to counterattack."
"Serves her right for causing such a mess in our forest," Ifrit added with a chuckle. "And she''s arrived just in time for me to showcase my abilities. I didn¡¯t get to do much against Nalia. I''m still upset about that!"
Hearing this, Ventus laughed. "You had your chance to blast her when we caught Nalia in the Ice Palace. It¡¯s your fault for not seizing the opportuni¡ªOuch!"
Before Ventus could continue, Ifrit pinched his cheeks and stretched them playfully. "I''m not sticking with you just to be an annoying little thing. When I complain, just listen and nod, got it?"
"Yesh, I undewstand. Pwease stop meshing wif me," Ventus managed to say, his words muffled.
Both Nox and Thorian chuckled at the scene, while William laughed heartily. "This really reminds me of how my men joked with each other while we were at war." He then looked at Thorian and said, "The more I interact with your people, the more I see that you are just like us. It''s truly heartening."
"Monsters are as different and complex as humans," Thorian explained. "You cannot make assumptions without first understanding the other side."
Nodding at Thorian''s words, the group made their way outside of the Hall and waited for Alacritas''s return. After twenty minutes, the two silver-furred assassins reappeared.
"My lord, I believe we have found the source of the corruption," Alacritas reported. "About three kilometers southeast of the village, we discovered that the Thumpalopes, Rabarians, Goblins, and Thri-kreens are all enraged and in a maddened state. They''re fighting and killing each other without any regard for their lives. The area is also filled with blackened trees, and the ground is covered with this black soot."
"It seems like you''ve found the right place," Thorian smiled, cracking his knuckles. He then turned toward the rest of the team and said, "Well, it''s time to show these spiders who the real rulers of this forest are."
Chapter 171: Shadow Queens Royal Guard
As Thorian and his team followed Alacritas, they finally reached a part of the forest where the dirt had turned black. Enraged Rabarians and Thri-keens rushed at them, but their powers made these monsters no issue.
Delving deeper into the forest, Thorian and his company found the three chasms specified in the quest.
"Good luck to all of you," Thorian announced as he prepared to enter the largest one.
"This will be no trouble," Zogarth laughed. "We''ll finish our work quickly before joining you."
With a nod, Thorian, Nox, and William walked into the largest chasm.
"This place certainly looks ominous," William commented, observing the walls around them. They were covered in a mixture of gore and blood, trapped within a silky substance.
"Keep your eyes wide open for any dark cracks or crevices," Thorian warned. "These spiders might be waiting to trap us."
Simultaneously, Thorian activated both his Elemental Sight and Predator¡¯s Gaze. As he looked around, he could see dark green trails of mana all around them.
However, just as he noticed a suspicious clump of mana, Nox unsheathed his sword. "I will take care of this," he announced before rushing with blinding speed toward the source of danger.
In less than a second, he reached a dark crevice and struck it with his sword. A terrifying screech emanated as a large spider fell to the ground dead. However, it was not alone. A large swarm of spiders followed right after.
Nevertheless, using his shadow manipulation, Nox impaled the incoming spiders with his shadow tentacles. The monsters fell one after another to Nox''s onslaught.
In less than twenty seconds, all the spiders lying in wait had been slain by Nox.
"Good work," Thorian approached Nox. "I didn''t know you had a tracking spell."
"I got it alongside my weapon when I first woke up," Nox explained. "It''s called Beastly Senses."
It must be similar to my Predator¡¯s Gaze, Thorian mused. But instead of enhancing his sight, it enhanced his overall senses.
"Your skills are truly astonishing," William approached Nox with surprise in his eyes. "I didn''t even sense that such disgusting creatures were hiding so close to us. I understand now why you told me to be so cautious."
"High-level tracking skills are paramount for such excursions," Thorian explained. "Without them, you wouldn¡¯t even know what killed you."
"Is it possible to gain such abilities?" William asked curiously. "Even my assassins don''t have access to them."
Thinking for a second, Thorian explained, "Certain class advancements, especially for assassins, provide access to them. Otherwise, the easiest way currently available is through dungeon rewards. Sometimes, they give very powerful skill scrolls that you could use."
William nodded in understanding. "I can''t wait to clear these dungeons then; they will immensely bolster our strength."
Smiling at William''s eagerness, Thorian turned to face the deeper parts of the chasm. "Nox, stay close to William. The spiders below must have noticed our presence, and they will most certainly try to ambush us with larger forces."
"I will," Nox nodded, grinning. "And don''t worry, with me next to William, nothing will happen to him."
"Thank you," William smiled as Nox walked next to him. "Having the world¡¯s strongest bodyguard by my side is truly heartening."
Hearing this, Nox chuckled, ¡°World strongest bodyguard? Now that¡¯s a title I would love to have.¡±
As they delved deeper, they faced more attacks from large spiders. However, with Thorian at the frontline, he easily incinerated them using his fire manipulation. He refrained from using his higher-level fire skills too early, as the smoke they produced would make breathing difficult. While both he and Nox would be fine due to their evolved bodies, William would struggle to maintain consciousness without proper air to breathe.
Finally, the group descended far enough to see the lowest level of the chasm. However, Thorian immediately noticed something strange. Using his elemental sight, he saw that the entire lower floor was filled with green mana.
"We have a problem," Thorian warned, looking back at his teammates. "Nox, take William back up a couple of levels." He then addressed William, "Once I activate my spell, do not breathe. The air will be filled with smoke, and you might faint."
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"I understand, but don''t worry," William shook his head. "I can hold my breath for a very long time."
"Then start the moment Nox puts you down," Thorian nodded.
Following Thorian¡¯s order, Nox ascended the chasm with William, ensuring his safety. Upon his return, Thorian peered down to the chamber below. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured a medium-sized fireball, illuminating the depths to reveal a horde of large spiders lying in wait, poised to attack upon their descent.
Tornado.
With the Elemental Scepter in hand, he summoned his spell, the stale air of the chasm transforming as winds gathered force, swirling into a formidable vortex. The multitude of spiders below, caught in the tempest''s grip, were wrenched from their positions, their cries melding with the howl of the wind as they were tossed helplessly.
Fire Pillar.
At his command, flames engulfed the whirlwind, creating a blazing inferno that consumed the airborne spiders. The lethal dance of fire and wind left nothing but ashes in its wake.
"Finish off the rest," Thorian directed, his tone leaving no room for dissent.
Nox leaped into action with unparalleled speed, his form a blur as he traversed the chamber. Each movement was precise, each strike lethal, swiftly dispatching the remaining spiders that had either evaded the fiery tornado''s wrath or suffered only minor injuries.
With the threat diminished, Nox rejoined Thorian, who then summoned torrents of greater water balls to douse the lingering flames. Manipulating the wind, he dispersed the smoke, cleansing the air of its acrid taint.
Feeling the atmosphere clear and breathable once more, Thorian turned to Nox with a nod of approval. "Bring back William; the threat has been neutralized." His words, firm yet calm, signaled the end of their ordeal, paving the way for their companion''s safe return.
Hearing these words, Nox chuckled. "Honestly, every time I see your abilities, I am so surprised. You¡¯re slowly becoming some sort of elemental god, able to change the weather at will."
After saying those words, Nox immediately disappeared, making his way toward William. Meanwhile, Thorian looked down in thought, pondering what Nox had said.
It seems that I got desensitized to the absurdity of the apocalypse after living through it for ten years. But it¡¯s true that for anyone normal, who had just been introduced to it, these abilities are no different from the realms of the gods.
Yet, Thorian knew this was only a matter of relative perspective. To him, the gods stood at a much higher place. They were capable of destroying continents with a single spell. And even without mentioning such exalted beings, a fourth-tier advancement class wielder was strong enough to destroy a well-defended city on their own. As for the awakened, the transcendants, and the gods above them, their powers reached absurd levels.
As Nox brought back William, the latter looked around at the devastation left by Thorian¡¯s spell. His face was a picture of complete shock as he stared at the hundreds of incinerated spider corpses lying all around the lower floor.
¡°Is this the power you used to defeat Nalia?¡± William asked Thorian. ¡°When I saw those roaring flames, I thought you had summoned a portal from hell. I almost felt bad for these poor spiders.¡±
Hearing those words, Thorian chuckled. ¡°If I could have defeated Nalia using only this amount of power, she would not have given me so much trouble. This was merely a combination of two first-advancement skills. My second-advancement ones are much more powerful.¡±
William¡¯s jaw hanged slightly before he heartily laughed. Without saying another word, the party made their way down to the lower level, where they found a great cave opening. As they stepped inside, a notification appeared in front of Thorian.
| Warning: You have entered a dangerous area. This is the lair of the field boss: Shadow Queen¡¯s Royal Guard. Are you sure that you want to continue? |
Of course, Thorian responded with a smile.
As they entered the lair, Thorian looked back at William. ¡°We will be fighting the boss monster of this chasm. While I do not expect it to give the two of us much trouble, you should still stand at the back and focus only on defending yourself.¡±
¡°Please fight without worrying about me,¡± William responded. ¡°While I may be weak, I still have quite a few skills in my arsenal. I will be able to defend myself.¡±
Nodding at William¡¯s words, Thorian activated his Elemental Aegis spell, protecting William with a translucent ocean blue barrier. With these preparations completed, Thorian and Nox made their way deeper into the chamber.
As they reached the chamber''s heart, an ear-splitting screech erupted from above. They glanced upward, only to behold a monstrous spider, its size rivaling that of the armored gilded spiketail, plummeting toward them. Its mandibles gaped wide, eager to devour Thorian.
Before the behemoth could land, the duo sprang into action, darting away with supernatural agility. Thorian put some distance between himself and the creature, while Nox flitted about it like an irritating insect. With each rapid movement, Nox unleashed slashes upon the spider¡¯s vast body and its eight limbs, drawing spurts of green ichor at every hit.
In a fierce counter, the Royal Guard spat a barrage of white, silky webs. These weren''t ordinary webs; they dissolved the ground and stones upon contact, revealing the deadly corrosive nature of the attack.
Raising its forelegs, the Royal Guard aimed a mana-infused blow at Nox, glowing with a sinister green hue. But Nox was ready; he parried the strike with his sword, now shrouded in a dark aura. Instantly, shadows surged from his form, coiling around the spider¡¯s legs like dark tentacles, rendering them immobile.
Seizing the moment, Thorian summoned his Galeforce Spear, infusing it with the essence of a fire arrow. "Nox, move away!" he shouted.
With immediate understanding, Nox withdrew, clearing the path for Thorian''s assault. The spear, now a fiery comet, soared through the chamber and plunged directly into the gaping maw of the giant spider.
BOOM!
With an intense flare, the whole chamber lit up, forcing Thorian to close his eyes momentarily. When he reopened them, fire engulfed the room, melting the spider¡¯s corpse and the ground beneath it.
| Congratulations, you have defeated the Shadow Queen¡¯s Royal Guard |
Chapter 172: Shadow Queen
Seeing the notification, Thorian smiled. "The other two groups should have cleared their respective chasms by now."
While Thorian contemplated his next moves, Nox and William were still astonished by the display of power he had just shown. Nox walked toward Thorian, surprise evident in his eyes. "What was that move just now? I''ve never seen anything like it!"
"Every time I think I''ve gotten a grasp of your powers, you show me something even more absurd," William admitted as he approached Thorian. "Never in my life did I think I would witness such magic. Had you used that move on a battlefield, you could have completely obliterated a couple of battalions at the very least."
"Well, this skill combination is certainly one of the strongest ones in my arsenal," Thorian admitted in a humble tone.
"So, are you saying that you still have abilities that are even stronger than this?" William asked, shocked. "Your power truly seems to have no limit."
"I know exactly the limits of my powers," Thorian responded. "As for more powerful skills, I cannot use them freely. My ultimate ability can only be used once per month, and other skills of the same caliber have similar restrictions."
With his new staff, the Elemental Scepter, Thorian had access to two new powerful skills. Yet, similar to his Elemental Domain, they had a long cooldown period.
Thorian surveyed the chamber, now engulfed in flames. He realized that if the fire burned much longer, the smoke would jeopardize William''s ability to breathe. Without hesitation, Thorian conjured a series of Greater Water Balls, dousing the Royal Guard''s lair and extinguishing the flames. He didn''t stop there; with precise gusts of wind, he dispersed the lingering smoke and then, with a subtle manipulation of the air currents, purified the atmosphere within the chamber.
William took a deep, unobstructed breath and turned to Thorian, his eyes reflecting a mix of relief and gratitude. "Thank you.¡±
"You''re welcome," Thorian replied, his smile genuine and warm. The simplicity of the exchange, the straightforwardness of the gesture, seemed to melt away any remnants of tension that had existed between them.
Thorian then looked around the chamber, searching for clues to the next challenge. The Royal Guard was certainly not the major monster that the quest had warned them about, and there was still the Shadow Queen. Thorian was half-expecting her to appear the moment the Royal Guard was slain, but it seemed she resided in a different chamber.
Using his Elemental Sight, Thorian scanned the room but found no major traces of mana. Even with his Predator¡¯s Gaze, he could not find any hint of the next chamber.
Suddenly, Thorian had an idea. Remembering that the Royal Guard had tried to ambush them from above, he looked at the chamber''s ceiling. Using his Elemental Sight, he could see a significant clump of mana above them.
"It seems like we have some climbing to do," Thorian commented, eyeing the mana clump.
Following his gaze, Nox asked, "Do you see something? I haven''t sensed any weird presence."
"Well, she''s not here, so you wouldn''t notice her presence," Thorian replied. "But we should wait for the others before proceeding further. They wouldn''t forgive us if we confronted the queen without them.
Nodding in agreement, the three bided their time until the additional parties regrouped. Given the anticipated difficulty of the battle ahead, Thorian led William and Tristan out of the chasm, delegating their safe return to the village to Alacritas and his team. The upcoming conflict with the queen seemed to surpass Thorian''s confidence in his ability to protect them while also focusing on her defeat.
Returning to the chamber, Thorian cast his gaze upwards. "It appears we''ll need to carve our own path to the queen''s lair."
¡°In that case, allow me the honor,¡± Ifrit said with a grin as she approached Thorian. ¡°My lord, where is she? I can blast open a path toward her.¡±
Guided by Thorian''s direction toward a concentration of mana, Ifrit summoned a massive sphere of magma and hurled it towards the ceiling, which erupted in a colossal explosion.
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| Warning: You have awakened the major boss of the area: the Shadow Queen. |
Disregarding the warning, Thorian sliced through the descending debris with his Greater Gale Slash, while Ventus repelled them with gusts of wind. Simultaneously, a piercing screech echoed from above.
"It seems we''ve stirred the hornet''s nest," Zogarth remarked, brandishing his enormous battleaxe with a grin.
Suddenly, a slender, arachnid creature of human stature plummeted from the newly created opening. Without a moment''s hesitation, Zogarth enveloped himself in a red and black aura and charged, meeting the creature mid-air. After a brief clash, he flung the spider queen against the wall, where she left a crater upon impact before collapsing to the ground.
¡°This seems rather disappointing,¡± Forlune clicked his tongue, causing Thorian to internally wince.
As expected, the queen''s eyes snapped open, and she unleashed a torrent of webbing, swiftly enveloping the chamber in silk. Before they could react, the shadow queen merged with the webbing, vanishing from sight. However, Thorian was well-acquainted with such tactics.
With resolve, he turned to Ifrit and commanded, "We need to burn all this webbing to force her out. Otherwise, we''re caught in an endless chase."
Acknowledging Thorian''s strategy, Ifrit unleashed her power, generating rivers of lava that flooded the chamber. Concurrently, Thorian invoked his Flame Fury spell, summoning multiple gargantuan fireballs and launching them at the densest clusters of silk, which shrank and dissolved under the intense heat.
As the silk dwindled, the spider queen reemerged, lunging towards Ifrit with astonishing speed. But Forlune was poised for her attack.
With a swift stroke of his blade, Forlune met the queen''s scythe-like limbs in combat. Although he initially overpowered her, his sword gradually darkened, succumbing to the corruption of the queen''s venom.
Without a moment''s delay, Forlune repelled the queen with a forceful kick before collapsing to his knees. The leg used in the assault began to exhibit a virulent shade of green, a clear indication of the poison''s rapid spread.
Thorian acted swiftly, launching a fireball at Forlune''s poisoned limb, the intense heat from the flames cauterizing the wound. Although the flesh seared painfully, the progression of the poison was halted effectively.
At the same time, Nox seized the opportunity provided by Forlune''s quick action to immobilize the queen with his shadows. This left her exposed and vulnerable, allowing Ventus to summon a lightning arrow and strike the creature squarely in the face.
Zogarth, sensing an opportunity to end the confrontation, advanced towards the debilitated queen. Yet, she unexpectedly freed herself from Nox''s shadowy grasp and ascended the wall with astonishing agility.
Thorian''s gaze followed her ascent, observing as the spider positioned herself at the edge of the broken ceiling. She began to spin a slender silk thread from her mouth, preparing to unleash it.
Thorian, anticipating her next move, bellowed, "Cover your ears!"
He hastily plugged his own ears with his fingers, but even then, the dulled echoes of her haunting melody permeated through.
Damn it!
Thorian internally cursed, his surroundings morphing as the ground, cloaked in lava, began undulating like an ocean wave. His peripheral vision succumbed to darkness, a clear sign he was ensnared in her illusion. Amidst the encroaching gloom, thousands of eyes emerged, fixating on him with unsettling intensity.
Determined to break free, Thorian took a drastic measure. Seizing his thumb, he forcefully snapped it. The acute pain obliterated the illusion instantly, banishing the myriad of eyes surrounding him. As clarity returned, he caught sight of the queen descending upon him with terrifying velocity.
Thorian didn''t hesitate; he propelled himself upwards, aiming to confront the queen''s dive head-on. Once at a safe distance from his allies, he unleashed his spell.
Quartet of the Ancients.
Elemental forces of fire, water, wind, and earth swirled into existence around him, hurling towards the queen in a formidable tempest. In a desperate counter, the creature released her mightiest onslaught¡ªa deluge of webs accompanied by thousands of magically charged spiders. The two formidable powers collided, each vying for supremacy.
Yet Thorian wasn''t bereft of strategies. The Quartet of the Ancients, being an innate ability of his staff, spared his own mana reserves. Leveraging his ability to dual-cast, Thorian simultaneously invoked two additional spells: Aqua Vortex. Lightning Strike.
A torrent of water surged beneath the Spider Queen, clashing with her barrage of spiders. Within this vortex, rocks from Thorian''s previous spell were honed by the swirling currents, transforming into lethal projectiles. They spun through the air, slicing through the spiders and carving deep gouges into the Queen''s exoskeleton.
At the same time, lightning struck, and the charged atmosphere exploded into brilliance. The enhanced bolt found its path through the vortex, magnifying its destruction upon contact. The queen, ensnared by the combined forces of water, earth, and lightning, suffered under the relentless assault. With one final cry, she finally perished.
| Congratulations, you have defeated the Shadow Queen |
Chapter 173: Lots of Rewards!
As the notification hovered before Thorian, a smile spread across his face. His teammates were gradually emerging from the hallucinatory state induced by the Shadow Queen''s illusionary song. Despite his warnings, it had been too late; her ability was insidiously effective, nearly impossible to counter without acute mana control. Even with their ears covered as Thorian had advised, the faintest sound had sufficed to ensnare them within her illusion.
In the aftermath of their battle, the lair was disintegrating around them. Stones plummeted from above, threatening to bury them beneath. Though Thorian had confidence in his comrades'' ability to withstand the pressure from the falling rocks, he was loath to test that theory.
"It''s time to move out. Our task here is complete," Thorian declared, leading the way toward Forlune. The latter''s poisoned leg hindered his movement, necessitating Thorian''s support.
With minimal discussion, the group navigated their way out of the chasm. By the time they emerged, the chasm was collapsing in on itself, kicking up a massive cloud of dust and debris.
Turning to regard the chaos they''d left behind, Nox remarked, "That was a close call. I could have been buried alive under all that rubble."
"Field expeditions always carry more risk," Thorian replied. "Unlike dungeons, whose structures are inherently stable, the natural world is unpredictable and often volatile."
With Forlune still gravely injured, there was no time for rest. Thorian''s brief explanation sufficed as they pressed on through the forest.
As they made their way back to the village, Thorian noticed the once-corrupted soil was now pure again. The rabbarians and thri-kreens that once menaced them now fled at their approach, their natural instincts restored.
Upon returning to the village, Thorian''s first order of business was to seek out Vigil to attend to Forlune''s wounds, as well as to have his own broken thumb treated. After Vigil had healed Forlune''s leg, Thorian was enveloped by a profound sense of relief.
Testing his healed leg, Forlune expressed his gratitude, "Thank you for acting swiftly to cauterize my wound. Any delay and amputation might have been the only option."
"That Shadow Queen wielded terrifying powers," Zogarth lamented. "I never imagined a poison so potent that a mere kick could lead to this."
"My sword suffered greatly as well," Forlune added, examining his damaged weapon. "It''s beyond repair. I''ll need a new one."
"Weapons can be replaced. I''m just relieved you''re safe," Thorian reassured him. "As for a new weapon, our arsenal contains many purple cloud swords. Feel free to choose one."
"I''ll use one temporarily," Forlune replied. "I''ve already discussed with Faber about crafting a new sword. I''ve been collecting materials for it. I''m eager to see it forged."
"I should speak with him as well," Aqua interjected. "My power has grown such that my current staff no longer suffices. I''ve been saving a high-quality water orb, waiting to find an ice orb to pair it with for a new weapon."
"You might find yourself waiting indefinitely if you''re set on that course," Thorian counseled. "It would be wiser to combine several water orbs to construct a formidable staff for current use. Once you acquire an ice orb, you can deconstruct the staff and forge a new one."
Aqua paused, pondering Thorian''s advice, then nodded in agreement. "Your wisdom prevails, my lord. I''ve hesitated to use the water orb, fearing its waste. But since it can be reclaimed later, then it makes no sense to delay."
With their conversation concluded, the group proceeded to the Village Hall, where William and Tristan awaited them. After a brief exchange of greetings and small talk, the moment had come to receive the rewards for their completed quest.
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
Upon witnessing these notifications, Thorian couldn''t help but smile broadly. Remarkably, the level-up bonus was applied to both my race and my class, resulting in a gain of four levels, rather than the anticipated two.
Simultaneously, a piece of equipment materialized before each member who had partaken in the quest. For Thorian, it was a magical robe, intricately woven with the four base elemental colors. Intrigued, Thorian examined its description to uncover its capabilities.
| Ethersilk Robe |
| Rarity |
Purple Cloud |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
5 |
| Description |
Crafted with the essence of the base elements¡ªfire, water, wind, and earth¡ªthis robe is a marvel of magical tailoring. The fabric shimmers in the light, displaying all four colors of the base elements, seamlessly interwoven. While wearing this robe, the mage feels a deeper connection to the elemental forces, enhancing their magical affinity and control. |
| Stat Bonuses |
Mana +30, Agility +10, Constitution +30 |
| Abilities |
Elemental Resonance: Increases the mage''s affinity with the elemental magics, allowing for a 10% reduction in mana consumption when casting spells of the fire, water, wind, or earth variety. |
| Special Ability |
Elemental Shift: Grants great resistance to a chosen elemental damage and boosts same-element spell damage by 15% for 5 minutes, once a day. |
Satisfied by the abilities of his robe, Thorian put it to the side before a new reward materialized. A skill crystal appeared atop his palm.
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| Arachnid''s Laceration Web Skill Crystal |
| Use |
Grants the user the active skill "Arachnid''s Laceration Web," enabling the conjuring and manipulation of razor-sharp webs for attacking, cutting through obstacles, and setting traps. |
Upon examining the skill description, Thorian was initially taken aback. At first glance, it seemed weaker than the powers exhibited by the Shadow Queen, yet its versatility was unmatched. This skill is ideally suited for an assassin. It''s capable of offensive, defensive, and even utility applications.
Placing the skill crystal on Melina''s desk, Thorian turned to see his companions marveling at the armor pieces they had received. Nox was gifted a black cloak that complemented his abilities perfectly. William, Tristan, and Forlune each received steel armors, each differing in shape, volume, and weight. The magi were awarded robes, each a color to match their elemental alignment.
Motioning for Nox to approach, Thorian handed him the skill crystal. "This ability suits you best. Dedicate time to mastering it," he advised.
"Thank you, Thorian," Nox replied, his grin wide as he accepted the crystal.
After acknowledging Nox with a nod, Thorian addressed Tristan and William, "I hope you''ve found our recent adventure fulfilling."
"I most certainly did," William responded with a chuckle. "And these rewards are a delightful bonus."
William''s gaze shifted from his son back to Thorian. "As much as I''d relish spending the remainder of the day here, my absence in Locksley has been prolonged enough. My men are likely awaiting good news."
"Understood," Thorian nodded. "Alacritas will escort you back to Locksley."
With nods of agreement, William and Tristan departed from the Village Hall. As they exited, Thorian faced Forlune and the others. "Though I''m certain you''re eager to test your new armors, there''s still one quest reward we haven''t collected."
"Are you referring to the E?rendil quest?" Forlune asked, a grin spreading across his face. "I''ve been looking forward to this."
With a confirming nod, Thorian turned to Melina to claim the rewards for the second quest chain.
| Congratulations, you have unlocked the title ¡°Guardian of the Feywild¡± |
Level up!
Following these notifications, Thorian''s additional rewards appeared before him: a short bow, a cloak, and a small green gem. Eager to understand their functions, Thorian promptly examined the descriptions of the newly acquired items.
| Amelia''s Echo Cloak |
| Rarity |
Purple Cloud |
| Class Requirement |
Archer |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
7 |
| Description |
Woven from the ethereal threads found only in the deepest parts of the Feywild, Amelia''s Echo Cloak blends the wearer into their surroundings, making them nearly invisible to the untrained eye. The cloak carries a faint, mystical shimmer, echoing the elusive beauty of Amelia, the legendary archer known for her unmatched stealth. When worn, it feels lighter than air, granting the wearer enhanced agility and a whisper of Amelia''s own stealth capabilities. |
| Stat Bonuses |
Agility +30, Strength +20, Constitution +15 |
| Abilities |
Whisper Step: Reduces the sound of the wearer''s movements, significantly increasing stealthiness. |
| Special Ability |
Veil of Amelia: Once per day, the wearer can activate the cloak to become invisible for up to 5 minutes. While invisible, the cloak also masks the wearer''s mana presence, making it difficult for magical detection methods to locate them. |
| E?rendil''s Short Bow of the Forest Guardian |
| Rarity |
Purple Cloud |
| Class Requirement |
Archer |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
10 |
| Description |
This exquisite short bow, named after the legendary forest guardian E?rendil, is crafted from the heartwood of an ancient Treant who willingly gave a part of itself for its creation. The bow is adorned with intricate carvings that tell the tale of E?rendil''s guardianship over the feywild. It is imbued with the essence of the forest, allowing its arrows to fly with unerring accuracy and speed, as if guided by the spirit of the forest itself. |
| Stat Bonuses |
Strength +35, Agility +20, Mana +15 |
| Abilities |
Forest''s Whisper: Grants the archer the ability to communicate with the forest, providing an intuition of the best vantage points and paths. |
| Special Ability |
Guardian''s Volley: Once per day, the archer can invoke the power of the forest to unleash a volley of arrows that rain down on enemies, each arrow seeking its target with the precision of the forest guardian. |
| Lesser Gem of Fey Insight |
| Purity |
High |
| Description |
A luminous, green gem containing fey wisdom, essential for crafting high-class magical artifacts. Its light pulses with ancient knowledge. Crafted in the Everlight Forest by fey artisans, it enhances items with perception, agility, or elemental magic based on the artisan''s skill and the blueprint used. A key component for magical archers seeking to imbue their weapons and armors with the fey''s natural affinity. |
As Thorian perused the descriptions of his newly acquired items, his delight was evident. Yet, a pressing concern emerged, prompting a silent contemplation, Are all these items intended for an Archer?
Chapter 174: Orc Band
¡°My lord, might we view the items?¡± Forlune gently nudged Thorian¡¯s shoulder, urging him to face the group. ¡°I believe the rest are quite eager to see what treasures we''ve uncovered.¡±
¡°Of course, here you are,¡± Thorian replied, handing over the items to Forlune with a distant air. His mind was ensnared by thoughts of the items¡¯ class restrictions.
Raven¡¯s Nest, now having become Wolvendale, harbored a fifth guild once¡ªthe archers. If I remember correctly, other realms possessed their unique class guilds as well, he pondered, his gaze lost in contemplation. An insight struck him.
These unique class totems, capable of evolving into statues and then into guilds, originate from extraordinary dungeons. William must have discovered the archer totem on one of his ventures into E?rendil.
¡°My lord, I''m perplexed,¡± Forlune frowned, scrutinizing the item descriptions. ¡°It specifies a class requirement: archer.¡±
¡°Archer?¡± Aqua interjected, his voice tinged with confusion. ¡°I¡¯ve never heard of such a class or advancement. Is this akin to the special class Nalia possessed?¡±
¡°It is unique, yet not in the manner you suggest,¡± Thorian clarified, a spark of excitement in his tone. ¡°To my understanding, E?rendil harbors a new class from which we can establish a guild.¡±
¡°Really?¡± Nox chimed in, interest piqued. ¡°And I guess this class would be Archer?¡±
¡°It''s more than just a guess; it''s almost a certainty,¡± Thorian affirmed, nodding solemnly. ¡°The evidence¡ªgaining items linked to this class from a quest in E?rendil¡ªstrongly supports this theory.¡±
At this, Forlune cracked a smile, his enthusiasm barely contained. ¡°This is fascinating. A new class guild could significantly enhance our collective strength. The strategic advantage we could gain over other territories is substantial.¡±
Stretching, Thorian signaled a shift in focus. ¡°Since we have secured all possible rewards from our completed quests, there¡¯s no further reason to linger.¡± He turned to Nox. ¡°It''s time you advance through the remaining floors of the abyss to catch up.¡±
With these words, the group dispersed. Nox, Ventus, and Ifrit, along with many others, set off for Locksley to confront the abyss¡¯s challenges up to the twentieth floor. Thorian, Zogarth, Forlune, and Aqua, meanwhile, remained in the village to attend to other affairs.
Returning home, Thorian donned his new robe and contemplated his freshly acquired title.
| Title |
Defender of the Feywild |
| Rank |
Honorary |
| Description |
Awarded to those who have shown dedication and bravery in protecting the Feywild and its inhabitants, this title signifies a bond of trust and friendship between the bearer and the myriad creatures of the Feywild, including spirits and elves. Holders of this title are met with amiability and respect within the Feywild, as it symbolizes their commitment to the preservation and welfare of this realm. |
So, it''s merely an honorary title? Thorian mused to himself, a trace of disappointment veiled by pragmatism. While I had hoped for something more prestigious, an esteemed or renowned title perhaps, this should still aid in my endeavors within E?rendil.
Titles, after all, were symbols of reputation and recognition, ranging from the humble rank of initiate to the lofty echelons of exalted and sovereign. There were whispers of titles belonging to beings of even higher stature, though Thorian had yet to witness such honors firsthand.
The Golden Prince may have once held a title surpassing even that of a Sovereign, but such glories belong to a bygone era. In this life, he shall not reclaim that magnitude of power¡ªnot if I can help it. With a determined shake of his head, Thorian cast aside these ponderous thoughts.
Refreshed and resolute, Thorian stepped out into the day, his path leading him toward the carpenters'' workshop. Upon arrival, he was greeted by the sight of Hewer and his fellow craftsmen gathered around a large wooden cart.
¡°It appears your efforts have borne fruit,¡± Thorian remarked, a smile playing upon his lips.
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¡°Indeed, my lord,¡± Hewer replied, turning to face Thorian and wiping the sweat from his brow. He gave the cart a fond tap, his pride unmistakable. ¡°This beauty will haul any load of rocks you deem fit to place upon it.¡±
¡°I admire your confidence,¡± Thorian responded with an approving nod. He then issued a challenge, ¡°Why not put it to the test? I propose you and your colleagues climb inside and jump upon it, to demonstrate its resilience.¡±
¡°Your will, my lord,¡± Hewer consented, motioning for the other carpenters to join him in proving the cart¡¯s durability.
As the carpenters energetically leapt atop the cart, it stood resolutely, not so much as emitting a creak, embodying the sturdiness of a steadfast bull.
Observing the cart''s unwavering firmness, Thorian''s smile broadened, and with a graceful gesture, he signaled for the demonstration to cease. "Excellent work, everyone. I assure you, your efforts will be generously rewarded."
Approaching Hewer, Thorian shared a quiet word, "Later today, I''ll speak with Alacrtias to arrange for your son, Mart, to select anything he desires from the storage room. Expect his arrival tonight."
"Thank you, my lord," Hewer responded, his voice laced with genuine gratitude. "Your kindness has been a blessing to not just me but my entire family."
"You''re most welcome," Thorian chuckled, then turned his attention to the gathering of workers. "As a token of my appreciation, all of you will see your homes enhanced today¡ªa reward for you and your families."
With heartfelt thanks from the carpenters, Thorian proceeded through the village, personally overseeing the enhancements to the residences of those involved in the cart''s construction. Completing this task, he ventured towards the village outskirts, where Forlune awaited him by the gate.
"The first cart is ready," Thorian declared, a note of pride in his voice.
"That is indeed wonderful news, my lord," Forlune replied, leaping from his perch to land beside Thorian. "Shall I direct my men to start clearing the path to the quarry?"
"Absolutely," Thorian nodded affirmatively. "We must initiate the work without delay to maintain our momentum."
"As you command," Forlune agreed, his smile reflecting anticipation. "I look forward to our village''s advancement and the new structures it will bring."
"As do I," Thorian shared the sentiment. "Speaking of advancements, how fares our exploration?"
"Quite well," Forlune confirmed. "Our high orcs discovered a large settlement to the north, governed by an orc king. There are also smaller, unaffiliated settlements nearby."
"An orc king..." Thorian pondered, then decisively spoke, "We''ll address the smaller settlements first, with Zogarth leading. His kinship with the orcs will serve us well."
"I''ll convey your instructions to Zogarth," Forlune agreed.
With their plan set in motion, Thorian returned to the heart of the village. After reviewing the requirements for the territory''s upgrade, he contemplated, While increasing our orc population is beneficial, it alone won''t suffice for the village''s enhancement. We''ll need more kobolds and kobloids to accelerate our growth.
Yet, such considerations were for another time. The immediate task was to ensure the seamless integration of the orcs Zogarth was to bring. With no urgent matters demanding his attention, Thorian dedicated himself to his training regimen, focusing on refining his mana control through both physical enhancement and elemental mastery.
* * *
Zogarth¡¯s POV
As Forlune conveyed Thorian''s command, Zogarth assembled a formidable team of high-orcs and set forth, guided by Forlune''s directions. Their journey led them to a fortified settlement, its perimeter encased in a sturdy barricade of wood and iron. Upon their arrival, the presence of an orc guard became the catalyst for an unexpected encounter. As Zogarth and his warriors emerged from the dense forest, the guard recoiled in terror, his voice trembling as he questioned, ¡°Ar... are you the king? The ruler of this forest?¡±
Zogarth advanced, his gait unwavering, ¡°The only king I acknowledge is neither myself nor the entity you fear.¡±
Stricken with fear, the guard found himself speechless. Observing this, Zogarth''s frustration boiled over. ¡°Your fear disgraces our proud lineage,¡± he chastised, before exhaling a weary sigh, ¡°Lead me to your warband''s leader, or whoever holds authority here.¡±
The guard hastened away, eager to escape Zogarth''s formidable presence. With a shake of his head, Zogarth signaled his group to proceed, following the retreating figure of the guard.
The standards for guards have evidently fallen, Zogarth reflected grimly. In my era, such cowardice would have been met with death.
Upon reaching the settlement''s core, they found themselves encircled by nearly a hundred orcs. Their gazes were a turbulent mix of fear, hostility, and suspicion.
This is the response I expected, Zogarth noted internally with a hint of satisfaction. Fear should never conquer the heart, regardless of the adversary''s might.
Amidst the tense crowd, a formidable orc emerged, his body adorned with red tattoos, his face etched with rage. ¡°Who dares intrude upon my band''s settlement? Are you the so-called ''king'' uniting bands from all over this forest under his banner?¡±
Brandishing his sword, the tattooed orc issued a challenge, ¡°We will not bend to your will unless you defeat me. And should you fail, I shall claim your kingdom as my own!¡±
¡°I am not the king you speak of,¡± Zogarth responded, irritation tingeing his voice as he drew his giant battleaxe. ¡°But if it''s a battle you seek, then I shall gladly oblige.¡±
Chapter 175: Village Growing
As Thorian finished his training, he looked out the window to see the two suns about to set. His control over the elements had improved over the few hours he had spent in his room. Now, he was able to control three miniature fireballs simultaneously while keeping the others stable atop his fingers. The moment he could control all ten, he would switch his training regimen to other elements.
Stepping outside, Thorian was promptly joined by Alacritas. ¡°My lord, Zogarth has completed his mission and is en route to the village,¡± he announced.
A chuckle escaped Thorian. ¡°That''s encouraging,¡± he said, swiftly steering the conversation towards Alacritas¡¯s own endeavors. ¡°And what of your progress with Nox? Have you conquered the twentieth floor?¡±
¡°We have,¡± Alacritas smiled. ¡°All of us have reached the necessary level to advance our classes. I was about to go to the guild right after telling you about the news.¡±
¡°Then let''s not dally,¡± Thorian replied with a hearty laugh. ¡°After you''ve advanced, there''s a matter I need you to attend to. Fetch Mart, the son of Hewer, and bring him to the storage house. He''s to select an item of his choosing, as agreed with his father.¡±
Alacritas nodded solemnly. ¡°Consider it done, my lord.¡±
With a mutual nod, they parted ways, Alacritas vanishing as swiftly as he had appeared.
Thorian then made his way to the northern gate. Perched atop the ledge, he surveyed the advancing force: more than two hundred orcs, led by Zogarth, emerged from the forest¡¯s dense embrace.
Zogarth landed beside him with a thud, the wooden structure groaning under his weight. ¡°My lord, I bring new allies,¡± he declared.
Thorian¡¯s initial concern for the ledge¡¯s integrity quickly turned to amusement. ¡°Impressive,¡± he admitted, eyeing the orcish throng. ¡°I anticipated a modest number, yet you¡¯ve significantly bolstered our ranks. Well done.¡±
¡°This was nothing,¡± Zogarth laughed heartily. ¡°We orcs pride ourselves on our strength and numbers. What you saw when we first fought was but a small warband compared to others, my lord. There are still many other settlements filled with orcs that we can bring to our cause.¡±
Hearing this, Thorian nodded with appreciation. It''s true that I was confused by the small number of orcs we had encountered until now. I guess they were mostly situated in the north where my troops rarely ventured.
Looking back at the hundreds of orcs below, Thorian felt the need to make an introductory speech. Jumping down from the ledge, he walked towards the horde.
¡°Today is truly a blessed one for all of you, as you join my great kingdom,¡± he began. ¡°You will gain power beyond your wildest dreams. You will be bathed in honor from legendary battles, and people will sing tales of your glory all over the world.¡±
As he uttered those words, an orc general approached with a challenging glare. "We''ve rallied behind Zogarth for his proven valor in combat, not to serve under an untested leader," he declared, his tone inciting a wave of uproar among the orcs.
Zogarth tensed, ready to intervene, but a calm gesture from Thorian halted him. "A king''s worth is not followed blindly," Thorian said, a smirk playing on his lips that only seemed to irritate the general further. "Allow me to demonstrate the strength that commands your allegiance."
Harnessing his mana, Thorian''s display sent the orc stumbling backward, awash with apprehension. Focusing a substantial portion of his power, he summoned a blazing sphere within his palm, rivaling the ferocity of a fire arrow. With a casual flick, the orb soared over the horde and detonated in the forest, its blast resonating through the clearing and igniting a widespread inferno.
Observing the blaze, Thorian sighed, "Now, let us address this problem."
Thorian surveyed the unfolding disaster with a sigh, "This requires correction." Without delay, he cast Cascading Deluge, a spell of immense power. Dark clouds gathered, unleashing torrents of rain upon the flames, but the fire''s wrath outpaced the downpour.
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Undeterred, Thorian invoked Aqua Vortex. A colossal whirlpool of water materialized, devouring the flames with its ferocity, while the remaining embers were extinguished by the rain.
"Can you command the weather and summon rain?" the general asked, his earlier defiance replaced with a mix of awe and trepidation. The surrounding orcs shared his sentiment, their eyes wide with a newfound respect. "Are you a deity?"
"I am no deity," Thorian corrected with a humble shake of his head. "I am but your king."
As the clouds dispersed, revealing the two moons illuminating the forest once more, Thorian motioned for the orc horde to enter, "Now, let''s proceed. There are many protocols you need to become acquainted with."
Turning to Zogarth, Thorian instructed, "Take them to the Village Hall for Melina to register them as citizens. Afterwards, they can attempt the dungeons."
Following Thorian''s orders, Zogarth directed the kobold guards to open the gates. Leading the way, the horde of orcs entered the village, prepared to become the newest citizens of Wolvendale.
As the village embraced its newest members, Thorian remained by the gates, seizing the moment to refine his elemental prowess. Concentrating, he managed to sustain nine water orbs before his control wavered¡ªan indication of his growing mastery.
It seems there''s some overlap in manipulating different elements. Since mastering fire control, my ability with water has also significantly improved.
Deciding to evaluate his progress visually, Thorian accessed his display panel to review his skill progression.
| Fire Manipulation I |
| Description |
Fire Manipulation grants the wielder great control over flames, enabling the manipulation of fire in limitless ways. This ability transcends boundaries, allowing for the creation of diverse fire-based abilities, limited only by the user¡¯s creativity, mana reserves, and mastery. Within this form, the user can conjure free-form abilities akin to those found in Initiate-level skills, harnessing the potent forces of fire at their command. |
| Proficiency |
89.54% |
| Water Manipulation I |
| Description |
Water Manipulation bestows upon its wielder the extraordinary ability to govern and shape the fluidity of water in versatile and boundless ways. This power enables the manipulation of water in its liquid form, granting the user the capacity to create an array of aqueous-based abilities. With mastery over this element, the user can manifest Initiate-level skills through the manipulation of water, harnessing its immense potential limited solely by their imagination, mana reserves, and proficiency. |
| Proficiency |
63.45% |
Seeing his progress, Thorian smiled. I''m almost at maximum proficiency in Fire Manipulation. Once I achieve that, the skill will upgrade to a higher form, enhancing both my efficiency and power exponentially.
Lost in these thoughts, the crisp sound of snapping twigs brought him back to the present. Turning towards the forest, he noticed a direwolf, laboring as it pulled a wooden cart from the tree line.
Forlune, Aqua, and Caedar emerged in tow, greeting him with cheerful waves. Thorian, buoyed by their spirits, leaped down from his perch and strode over.
"This is an impressive haul you''ve got here," Thorian remarked as he observed the neatly stacked blocks of rock on the wooden carts. They were so cleanly cut, it was as if they had been slashed by a sword. Well, they likely were, considering we lack proper mining equipment.
Forlune''s laughter broke the air. "This makes our third delivery. We''ve amassed quite the pile of rocks today. A few more carts would surely speed our efforts."
Aqua sighed, caressing the direwolf. "Indeed, a sturdier cart could have enhanced our pace. This one''s at its limit; any faster and we''d risk losing the wheels."
Acknowledging the feedback, Thorian assured, "The carpenters are refining their craft; this cart is merely the beginning. I''ll pass on your insights for the next iterations."
Caedar added with a chuckle, "Despite the limitations, we''ve secured a significant haul. With a daily addition to our fleet, our productivity will soar."
"Indeed," Thorian agreed. "Starting early has set us ahead, especially with recent developments accelerating our plans."
Forlune''s curiosity piqued. "Developments, my lord? Are you referring to Zogarth''s mission? Has he returned with more orcs?"
"You''ll witness the outcome yourselves," Thorian said, a hint of mystery in his smile. "For now, let''s move these stones nearer to the altar."
Chapter 176: Infrastructure
As they made their way back to the inner village, Thorian and Forlune''s group passed by the horde of orcs walking toward the altar.
"Zogarth really went and did it," Forlune laughed heartily at the massive influx of new orcs. "At this point, it''s us kobolds who have to pick up the slack. Our population is now the lowest in the village."
Thorian nodded, his expression contemplative. "We''ll address that come morning. However, before we consider expanding our ranks, we must critically assess our infrastructure and logistics, particularly concerning food and waste management. Failing to do so will condemn us to spend all our days wrestling with incessant issues."
Forlune, puzzled, inquired about the food situation. "Our warriors scavenge what they can during missions, bringing back leftovers for their families. Isn''t that sufficient?"
Aqua, joining the conversation, highlighted the flaws in their current system. "The problem, General, is twofold. Firstly, we''re wasting an excessive amount of food. The creatures we slay are often left to decay where they fall. With our numbers swelling, we risk depleting our food sources and facing starvation. Secondly, the sanitation¡ªor lack thereof¡ªhas become a critical issue. The waste from our populace, combined with the black goo in our refuse area, is becoming overwhelming. The stench alone will soon make the village unbearable."
Hearing this, Forlune conceded, "You''re right; the smell from the cultivation is becoming a problem. I always avoid that place whenever possible."
Thorian suggested a temporary solution for the waste. "We could relocate our refuse area outside the village boundaries for the time being. However, the real challenge lies in our inefficient use of food. We need a designated storage facility for meat to prevent spoilage."
"But wouldn''t it spoil?" Caedar asked. "We tried storing some dead thumpalopes in a room, but after two or three days, the meat spoiled."
"That''s why we need a preservation system," Thorian replied. "Normally, we would use salt, but it''s currently unavailable to us. The humans might have some stored, but they certainly won''t have enough to meet both our needs."
"Then we can just take it from them," Forlune suggested with a wide grin. "They should be happy we let them live. Giving us their salt would be a proper tribute."
"Wouldn''t that be too aggressive?" Aqua asked with some trepidation, his gaze shifting from Forlune to Thorian. "This might create unnecessary friction, my lord."
"It certainly would," Thorian sighed. "We could ask for some of their salt, as long as it doesn''t affect their food storage too much, but it wouldn''t be enough for us. To make up the difference, we could store the meat we can''t salt in a frozen room."
"A frozen room?" Aqua asked. "How would that help preserve our food?"
"Low temperatures prevent spoilage," Thorian explained. "As long as we can keep a room below freezing, the meat we store won''t rot."
"Then it''s simple," Forlune remarked with a grin as the cart reached its destination. "With Aqua''s magic, we can easily freeze a room."
"I''m not so sure about that," Aqua admitted in a low tone. "My magic isn''t everlasting. The ice would simply melt in a few hours."
Thorian dismissed the notion that Aqua''s magic needed to be everlasting. "It doesn''t have to be permanent. As long as you and a team of ice magicians can periodically renew the enchantments, it will suffice. We''ll seek a lasting solution when it becomes feasible."
"If that''s the case, then it can certainly be done," Aqua nodded. "Would you like me to form a team for this purpose?"
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"Please do," Thorian nodded. "And start as soon as possible so that we can secure our food supply."
As plans moved forward, Aqua raised a concern about the village''s future sustainability. "My lord, I believe there is another issue. Currently, our needs are manageable, but as our numbers swell to the thousands, the surrounding forests won''t sustain us. We''d deplete the wildlife rapidly."
"You''re right to raise this concern," Thorian acknowledged. "But as we develop our village, new structures to address this issue will become available. We will establish farms for cultivation and areas where we can breed animals, ensuring a steady supply of meat."
"That sounds terribly dull," Forlune rolled his eyes. "Food is the spoils of a won battle. What glory is there in consuming merely bred animals?"
"Food isn''t about glory," Thorian chuckled. "It''s about sustenance. You can''t build a kingdom if you rely solely on the spoils of battles. At least, not one as grand as we envision."
Forlune appeared contemplative before clicking his tongue. "I don''t like it, but it''s not an issue I''m inclined to debate. However, what about the existing waste space for cultivation? What should we do with it?"
"We''ll bury it," Thorian replied. "Assign Saxum and a few other earth magi to this task."
"It shall be as you command, my lord," Forlune nodded, then smiled. "I''m relieved not to dread walking to the cultivation hall anymore. It was a daily challenge to motivate myself to go there."
With their tasks assigned and their discussion concluded, Thorian excused himself. He then proceeded to the Village Hall where he oversaw the onboarding of the new orcs. After they registered as citizens, they completed the simple quest of sacrificing one hundred units of wood to the altar. They then headed to the guilds to choose their classes.
As was typical for the orcs, most chose to be warriors, while a few opted to be magi. About thirty became priests, and only twelve chose the assassin class.
The warrior guild is now filled to capacity. We cannot accommodate more warriors unless we expand the village further.
Though this realization was somewhat disappointing to Thorian, he wasn''t overly concerned. Orcs were inherently combative, and the warrior class suited them well. Additionally, Thorian was interested in the orcs who chose the priest class. Those from earlier groups who made this choice had access to an interesting class advancement: War Priest. With offensive capabilities akin to a warrior''s, they could also chant songs that bolstered morale and enhanced their comrades'' strength and constitution.
It¡¯s similar to the rare class advancement, "Paladin", but instead of deriving power from a human deity, theirs comes from a monster deity related to war, which makes them even more formidable on the battlefield.
With these reflections, Thorian collected the rewards for his guild quests before joining Aqua and his team. They utilized one of the vacant buildings, applying blizzard and ice manipulation spells to freeze it. The thumpalopes stored inside soon chilled and froze over. Fortunately, the temperature was regulated to avoid damaging the meat, preserving it adequately for later consumption.
After ensuring there were no issues with Aqua''s work, Thorian proceeded to the waste space near the Cultivation Hall. There, he found Saxum and other earth magi nearing the completion of burying the liquid black goo within the earth''s confines. The smell, less nauseating than before, was a positive indicator.
It seems they encased the waste in a solid earth "coffin" before covering it with plain dirt. A wise measure, preventing the smell from permeating through the porous soil.
Having confirmed that the two primary concerns discussed with Forlune and the others were addressed, Thorian returned to his home to meet Nox. Upon entering the living room, he observed Nox playing with Magnus, who straightened up upon noticing Thorian''s arrival.
Chuckling at the scene, Thorian inquired, ¡°How was your little expedition into the abyss?¡±
¡°It was great fun!¡± Nox responded enthusiastically. ¡°I preferred the floors focused on battling monsters rather than those annoying puzzles. They were quite the headache.¡±
¡°A straightforward fight is indeed more appealing,¡± Thorian laughed warmly. After a moment of thought, he turned his attention back to Nox. ¡°Are you still up for a fight, or has today worn you out?¡±
Nox looked down, then sighed, ¡°There''s nothing I enjoy more than a good battle.¡± After stretching and yawning, he added, ¡°But tackling all those abyss floors has left me exhausted. I''ve been fighting off sleep just to talk to you, but you¡¯ve been so busy.¡±
¡°My apologies,¡± Thorian approached Nox, offering a comforting pat on his head. ¡°You¡¯re right; I''ve been preoccupied all day and my mind isn''t as sharp as usual.¡± He then smiled and suggested, ¡°Tomorrow morning, let''s challenge the fifth floor of the Verdant Labyrinth.¡±
Chapter 177: Preparations
Waking from a deep slumber, Thorian refreshed himself before donning his new robe. He then proceeded to the living room, where he found Nox and Magnus asleep on the couch.
We really need to upgrade the village soon so that the houses can have access to two living rooms instead of just one. Nox can¡¯t just be sleeping on the couch all the time.
Nudging Nox''s shoulder, Thorian woke him up. "It''s time to wake up."
Stretching his arms lazily, Nox looked around with a yawn. "Oh, is it morning already?"
Roused by Thorian''s words, Magnus jumped atop Nox, engaging in playful antics. Chuckling at his direwolf''s actions, Nox finally woke up fully. He then looked at Thorian and said, "Give me some time to change, and I''ll be ready to go."
Nodding, Thorian used the time to clean his teeth with his water manipulation. After taking care of his oral hygiene, he returned to the living room to find Nox ready for the day.
As they stepped outside, they saw the two suns barely rising on the horizon. Looking back at Nox, Thorian said, "First order of business is cultivation. After that, I need you to go to Locksley and talk with William. It would be preferable if he could come here to report to me about the progress on his end."
"Sure, I''ll do that," Nox nodded. "But cultivation first. At my rate of progress, I should reach the third stage today. I can¡¯t wait for the stat increase it would give me."
With a chuckle at Nox¡¯s enthusiasm, Thorian led the way to the Village Hall to register their quests. Afterward, they headed to the Cultivation Hall.
Since it was very early, no one else was meditating, allowing them to find two rooms for their cultivation session.
Filling his wooden tub with water, Thorian began his meditation. As usual, his session lasted two hours, during which he gathered colorless and black flame qi.
After finishing his session, Thorian decided to check his progress.
Display Panel
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Seventh Stage (17.1%) |
Noticing his progress, Thorian sighed. As expected, the growth isn¡¯t as good as it used to be. At least tomorrow marks a week since the last time I used the Thunder Boon¡¯s Elixir, which means I can use it again.
Pushing these thoughts aside, Thorian stood up. Carrying the wooden tub filled with black liquid, he exited the Cultivation Hall. After meeting up with Nox, the two ventured out of the village to dispose of the waste.
Looking thoughtful, Nox complained, ¡°It¡¯s certainly annoying that we have to go this far to dispose of this nasty substance. Surely there must be a better way.¡±
¡°If we had a sewage system, this would be a nonissue,¡± Thorian remarked. ¡°But since that¡¯s not an option now, we just have to make do with what we''ve got.¡±
With those words, the two returned to the village. As they reached the outer wall, Thorian looked at Nox and said, ¡°I¡¯ll put your tub back in its place. You can head straight to Locksley.¡±
"Thank you for that," Nox said, handing Thorian his wooden tub before heading towards Locksley. As the black-furred kobold navigated through the dense trees, Thorian returned to the Cultivation Hall to replace the two wooden tubs.
Afterward, Thorian made his way to the magus guild to register his daily quest. The next hour was dedicated to practicing his elemental manipulation. By the time he finished, he could juggle six fireballs around his body while balancing another four atop his fingers.
Good progress. Once I can freely control all ten fireballs simultaneously, I should reach maximum proficiency in my fire manipulation skill.
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Exiting his house, Thorian was greeted by Nox at the door. "I''ve escorted William to the Village Hall. He''s waiting for you there."
Nodding at Nox''s message, Thorian proceeded to the Village Hall, where he found William seated at the meeting room table.
"Good morning," Thorian greeted, taking a seat next to William. "I trust everything went smoothly yesterday?"
"There was no problem," William confirmed. "For the moment, the nobles remain uninformed about our situation. However, I have briefed my most loyal subordinates about our meetings, and they fully agree with the terms."
"That''s excellent news," Thorian smiled. "Regarding the dungeons, we usually clear them in the morning. It would be helpful if you could bring your first squad here as soon as possible so we can integrate them into our units."
"Consider it done," William agreed, then expressed a concern. "While touring around, I''ve noticed an increase in orcs within the village. Is this part of an expansion? I hope these new additions won''t affect our relationship."
"There''s no need to worry," Thorian reassured, chuckling. "Orcs are straightforward; they follow the strongest leader. As long as I maintain my strength, which I do comfortably, they won''t pose an issue."
"That gives me confidence," William smiled. "Aside from that, the only other significant issue is the election. Today, all citizens of Locksley will vote for their official lord within the fortress system, which now governs Locksley. As I''m the sole candidate, there shouldn''t be any complications."
"Never overlook the significance of this situation," Thorian warned, his face etched with gravity. "Should your nobles sense a threat following the incident with Nalia, they might seek to sabotage the election. One should never underestimate a creature backed into a corner."
"If they dare, they will pay dearly," William stated firmly. "But you''re right; this could attract unnecessary trouble. I''ll ensure loyal guards are present at the city hall to prevent any unexpected candidacies."
"That''s wise," Thorian nodded. "That leaves us with one more item to discuss."
"And what might that be?" William inquired, curious.
"After some exploration, we''ve discovered several territories similar to our own that could become my vassals. For this, I need a vassal lord to represent me in those territories. Since you''re now part of my domain, I''m offering one of your most loyal men the chance to take on this role."
"That''s a great honor," William said, bowing slightly. "Who do you have in mind for such a position?"
"I''ll leave the decision to you," Thorian replied. "It should be either your children, Robert, or Oswald. Choose whoever you believe is most suitable for the role."
"Thank you, Lord Thorian, for this opportunity," William nodded appreciatively. "I''ll discuss the matter with them and provide you with an answer today."
With those words, William left the village, escorted by Alacritas. Meanwhile, Thorian called together his strongest fighters for a crucial discussion.
Gathered on a large log in the familiar meeting area on the outer section of the village, Thorian made an announcement. "Today, we will challenge the fifth floor of the Verdant Labyrinth."
"Finally!" Forlune exclaimed, unable to hide his excitement. "I''ve been longing for a new challenge."
"My lord, I assume you''ve chosen us five because we''re to be the main team," Vigil observed, scanning his fellow warriors. Present were Thorian, Nox, Zogarth, Forlune, and himself.
"Correct," Thorian confirmed. "I believe this team has the best capability to tackle the fifth layer. Aqua, Ifrit, Ventus, and Saxum will take their turn tomorrow after we''ve cleared it. This strategy minimizes our risks."
"A prudent decision, my lord," Zogarth agreed. "With your prowess as an elemental magus, our need for additional magi is significantly reduced. This isn''t to diminish our comrades'' skills; it''s just that they excel in different groups."
"Ventus is going to be so annoyed that I get to challenge the fifth floor before him," Nox laughed. "But it''s only fair. He''s had his share of glory while I was out."
Shaking his head at Nox''s comment, Thorian wrapped up the meeting. The group then set out for the Verdant Labyrinth, breezing through the first four layers individually. Vigil, lacking strong offensive capabilities as a priest, partnered with Zogarth for these initial challenges.
After conquering the first four layers, the team regrouped to face the fifth, ready for the challenges that lay ahead.
As they ventured into the fifth layer, the team navigated the first section of the dungeon with ease. The armored gilded spiketail, which resided in the golden grotto, was quickly overcome by Nox''s solitary efforts.
Continuing their rapid advance through the cavern, they arrived at the corrupted treant''s chamber. This adversary also proved to be no match for the team. A well-coordinated assault from Thorian and Forlune was all it took to swiftly eliminate the creature.
Yet, as the treant''s roots withered, an unexpected development occurred. Instead of hearing the usual announcement from the dungeon''s custodian, a new entity made its presence known. Rising from the remnants of the treant, a humanoid monster appeared, standing no taller than Thorian. This creature was an amalgamation of insect and plant life. Its body was supported by roots instead of muscles, which were encased in a golden exoskeleton reminiscent of the gilded spiketail''s armor. Its eyes, emitting a red glow similar to the core of the corrupted treant, fixed upon them with an intense stare.
Chapter 178: The Fifth Layer
"Be cautious," Thorian intoned, his voice slicing through the tense air as the creature emerged before them. Clutching his Elemental Scepter, he conjured his Flame Fury spell. A dozen formidable fireballs sprang to life, dancing menacingly around him before he hurled them towards the encroaching insectoid creature.
A giant cloud of dust erupted upon impact, obscuring their foe. Yet, as the haze settled, the monster stood revealed, adorned with mere scorch marks against its gleaming golden exoskeleton, largely unscathed.
"It appears we face a formidable adversary," Forlune observed, drawing his new sword with a flourish. In a blur of motion, he charged alongside Zogarth towards the monstrous guardian.
The orc commander unleashed a thunderous warcry, his giant battleaxe descending in a ferocious arc, only to cleave through empty air. Forlune, with unparalleled agility, engaged the guardian, his blade a shimmering streak of light as he executed a flurry of strikes.
Each slash and thrust, however, was effortlessly parried or dodged by the creature, which then retaliated with a powerful kick that sent Forlune tumbling through the air, landing heavily a dozen meters away.
Vigil sprang into action, casting a healing light over the battered Celestial Kobold, and imbuing him with increased strength and resilience. Simultaneously, Nox ensnared the beast within tendrils of shadow. Seizing the moment, Zogarth unleashed a devastating crescent-shaped slash, imbued with a mix of dark and crimson aura.
The beast struggled against its shadowy bonds, breaking free only to be caught off guard by Zogarth''s onslaught. The force of the attack sent it reeling back, a deep, jagged gash marring its exoskeleton.
Not one to miss an opening, Thorian summoned a powerful combination spell. Greater Gale Slash. Fire Stream.
The fire beam, unleashed by Thorian, struck its target with unrelenting ferocity, engulfing the creature in a blaze of intense flames. As Thorian stood poised, eagerly anticipating the outcome of his assault, a sudden proliferation of roots burst forth from the creature¡¯s form, their surfaces shimmering with an eerie purple glow.
Recognizing the peril these roots posed, Thorian hastily retreated, yet even his swift reaction proved insufficient. A stray root brushed against his arm, its touch instantly leeching away his mana, leaving him engulfed in an overwhelming tide of exhaustion.
Regaining his composure, Thorian scanned the battlefield, noting the toll the creature''s counterattack had exacted. Zogarth and Forlune, similarly afflicted, had succumbed to a knee, while Nox had adeptly evaded the onslaught, and Vigil remained well beyond the reach of harm.
"Vigil, attend to their wounds!" Thorian commanded, urgency lacing his voice.
Acknowledging with a solemn nod, Vigil summoned a cascade of silver light from his staff, bathing Thorian, Zogarth, and Forlune in its restorative embrace. Though their drained mana reserves remained untouched, the weariness that had gripped them began to ebb away under Vigil''s blessing.
"We must conclude this battle swiftly," Thorian asserted, his voice resolute.
In response, Forlune''s blade ignited with a vibrant purple aura, while Zogarth''s form radiated with dark and crimson energies. Concurrently, a radiant golden light unfurled from Vigil''s staff, imbuing each of their allies with enhanced speed, strength, and resilience.
Emboldened by this newfound vigor, Thorian initiated his next spell. Bramble Patch.
Roots erupted from the ground at Thorian''s command, weaving a labyrinthine barrier that ensnared the creature, severing all avenues of retreat. Trapped and flailing against Thorian''s botanical snare, the beast found itself under renewed assault as Zogarth and Forlune launched forward. Their blades, alight with renewed purpose, forced the creature back step by step, cornering it against the walls of the chamber.
As the creature sought a desperate escape, Thorian activated another spell. Quicksand Trap.
As the creature succumbed to Thorian''s trap, Nox''s shadows surged forward, seizing its limbs in a vice-like grip, rendering it momentarily helpless. Thorian, seizing the moment, invoked another spell. Earth Burial.
Instantly, dense clods of earth and stone converged upon the beast, encapsulating its form within a cubic prison of soil. Forlune and Zogarth, sensing their opportunity, charged their auras to the zenith before unleashing twin strikes upon their ensnared foe, their weapons carving an X-shaped incision through the earthen block.
Witnessing the fragmentation of the creature''s once-impenetrable golden exoskeleton, both warriors exhaled a tandem sigh of relief. Yet Thorian remained vigilant, his senses attuned to the battle''s unpredictable tide. Without pause, he commenced the incantation for a complex spell, his focus unwavering.
In the interim, a tumultuous burst of roots sprang forth from the creature''s disintegrating form, its visage shattering, forsaking any remnants of its former guise. What remained was a creature devoid of form or face, a mutable horror that defied definition.
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Amidst this chaos, the creature''s core¡ªpreviously obscured behind what mimicked eyes¡ªemerged, glowing ominously. Thorian''s spell, a fusion of Galeforce Spear and Fire Arrow, materialized into a singular, fiery lance. Propelled with precision, it pierced the air, striking the core directly before the creature could muster its defenses.
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"Congratulations, adventurers," the dungeon lady intoned at the same time Thorian received the notification, signaling the defeat of the guardian. "You have vanquished the Guardian of the Fifth Layer, the Aurelian Rootwraith. You''ve shown strength, courage, and exceptional teamwork. The treasure of this layer is yours to claim."
| You have successfully cleared the fifth layer of the Verdant Labyrinth. As you are the first to clear this layer of the Verdant Labyrinth, your rewards are doubled. |
| Total Arcane Coins Gained |
20000 |
| Additional rewards await in the Guardian''s Chest. |
As the familiar notifications materialized before Thorian, a smile touched his lips. Yet, before he could step toward the awaiting treasure chest, a new notification flickered into existence before his eyes, arresting his movement.
| As you have claimed the first clear reward for each layer of the Verdant Labyrinth, an additional reward has been acquired. |
| Congratulations, you have unlocked the title ¡°Dungeon Diver I¡± |
| Title Unlocked |
Dungeon Diver I |
As Thorian scrutinized the notification, a pleasant surprise washed over him. I had nearly forgotten about this title. Fortunate to have acquired it so early, he mused.
Though familiar with the title''s effect, Thorian deemed it wise to review its description. The gods were capricious beings, prone to altering the world''s rules on a whim. Thorian couldn''t be certain the title retained the exact benefits he recalled.
| Title |
Dungeon Diver I |
| Type |
Growth Title |
| Current Rank |
Honorary |
| Requirements to upgrade |
Gain the first clear rewards in one other dungeon. |
| Description |
Awarded to adventurers who achieve first clears in every layer of a dungeon, the Dungeon Diver title marks a rare feat of bravery and skill. It symbolizes not just mastery over the deadliest depths but also grants a mystical boon: a 50% chance of obtaining higher-tier rewards from dungeon chests. |
It''s just as I recall, Thorian mused with a smile. And the beauty of this title is its capacity for growth. Eventually, securing golden and prismatic treasure chests transcends mere chance, evolving into a realm of certainty.
"My lord, shall we proceed with the distribution of the rewards?" Forlune''s inquiry pulled Thorian from his reverie.
"Indeed," Thorian affirmed with a nod. "Let us start."
With a sense of purpose, Thorian approached the treasure chest. Upon lifting its lid, a kaleidoscope of prismatic light spilled forth.
The title is working its magic already, Thorian grinned.
Thorian''s eyes widened in delight at the sight before him. Among the treasures were orbs categorized by elements: Wood, Water, and Earth. Each category boasted an orb of superior quality, supplemented by several of medium and lesser grades.
Turning to his companions, Thorian declared, "For the low-quality orbs, we¡¯ll allocate them to the Storage Room. Does anyone have a need for high-quality ones?"
Forlune shook his head. "My lord, elemental magic is not our specialty. These are yours by right."
Acknowledging Forlune''s response, Thorian''s attention shifted back to the chest''s remaining contents. Within lay scrolls detailing recipes and blueprints, alongside skills. Among the recipes were a toxic brew and its antidote; the blueprint detailed the creation of a thorn rapier, paired with the necessary elderwood and thornsteel for its forging.
Facing his team once more, Thorian proposed, "These items¡ªrecipes, blueprints, and materials¡ªcan either be divided among you or stored for communal use."
Zogarth promptly interjected, "My lord, such items hold little appeal for me. Into the storage they should go. The alchemists and blacksmiths will find greater utility in them than we ever could."
With unanimous agreement on Zogarth''s suggestion, Thorian returned his gaze to the chest, discovering a single parchment remaining¡ªa skill scroll. As he looked through its description, his grin widened. Now, this is something to be excited about.
Chapter 179: Rewards and Improvements
| Entangling Mana Leech Skill Scroll |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Use |
Teaches the active skill "Entangling Mana Leech," which enables the user to summon forth a dense network of mana-draining roots from the ground. These roots seek out and entangle multiple enemies within a specific radius, draining their mana and inflicting fatigue. The affected targets experience a significant reduction in their ability to cast spells and a slowdown in their movements, making it easier for the user and their allies to overpower the weakened foes. |
Thorian''s eyes sparkled with recognition as he examined the skill scroll. This is the same ability that bested me earlier. It''s exceedingly rare for a dungeon to reward adventurers with the guardian''s own skills¡ªthis is a significant boon for us.
Turning back to his teammates, Thorian said, "This is a skill scroll for magi. I hope no one objects to me claiming it for myself."
"Looks like it''s a good one," Forlune grinned. "If you''re interested in it, even with your vast array of skills, then it must complement your powers exceptionally well. My lord, you don¡¯t need our permission. Just take it."
Nodding at Forlune''s words, Thorian tore open the skill parchment.
| Congratulations. You have gained the skill: ¡°Entangling Mana Leech¡±. |
He then surveyed the rest of the items before selecting a pair of golden armguards.
| Aurelian Rootguard Bracers |
| Rarity |
Purple Cloud |
| Class Requirement |
Warrior |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Effect |
Constitution +25, Strength +15, Agility +10 |
| Special Effect |
Has a 10% chance to absorb mana from magical attacks, replenishing the wearer''s mana slightly. |
| Description |
Crafted from the golden exoskeleton of the Aurelian Rootwraith, these armguards blend strength with a touch of ancient magic. Their glow hints at their origin: a creature that once thrived in the heart of the Verdant Labyrinth. While enhancing the bearer''s physical prowess, these bracers also offer a chance to gain mana from incoming spells, making them valuable for those who confront magic in their adventures. |
Looking at the two bracers, Thorian turned to face Forlune and Zogarth. "These could suit either of you. Take a look and decide amongst yourselves who will take them."
Taking the bracers from Thorian¡¯s hand, Forlune and Zogarth examined the description.
Letting out a sigh, Forlune said, ¡°You¡¯re right. These beauties indeed match both of us perfectly.¡±
Zogarth looked down before saying, ¡°Forlune, you take them. While they would benefit me by enhancing my defensive capabilities, I had the opportunity to choose the item I wanted last time in the Thunderous Citadel. It¡¯s your turn now.¡±
Smiling at the kind gesture, Forlune nodded, ¡°Well then, thank you, Zogarth.¡±
As Forlune equipped the two armguards, Thorian turned his attention back to the treasure chest. There were only a few items left: a pair of boots and two rings.
Deciding to check out the boots first, Thorian examined their description.
| Shadowstep Greaves |
| Rarity |
Purple Cloud |
| Class Requirement |
Assassin |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Effect |
Agility +25, Strength +15, Mana +10 |
| Special Effect |
Gives a 10% boost to movement speed and significantly reduces footstep noise. |
| Description |
Crafted from elements of the Aurelian Rootwraith, these boots are perfect for those who prioritize stealth and speed. They are light, allowing for quick, silent movement, ideal for staying undetected. The boots'' muted glow reflects their enchanted origins, offering a blend of ancient stealth magic and modern utility. |
Satisfied with the boots'' effectiveness, Thorian turned to Nox and handed them to him, saying, "These are for you."
"Thank you, Thorian," Nox responded with a light nod, accepting the greaves.
With that, Thorian''s attention shifted back to the two rings remaining in the chest.
| Verdant Heart Ring |
| Rarity |
Yellow Storm |
| Class Requirement |
Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Effect |
Mana +20, Agility +10 |
| Special Effect |
Increases wood magic potency by 15% |
| Description |
This ring, crafted from ancient tree heartwood touched by the Aurelian Rootwraith''s energy, enhances wisdom, speeds mana regeneration, and boosts wood magic potency. Ideal for mages and druids seeking to strengthen their connection with forest magic. |
| Lifewoven Signet |
| Rarity |
Yellow Storm |
| Class Requirement |
Priest |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement |
| Level Requirement |
1 |
| Effect |
Mana +20, Constitution +10 |
| Special Effect |
Increases the potency of blessings by 15%. |
| Description |
Forged from a sapling that sprouted where the Aurelian Rootwraith once walked, this signet ring is imbued with the essence of rejuvenation. It bolsters the wearer''s spirit and enhances blessings. |
Looking at the two rings, Thorian immediately knew who should receive them. After slipping on the Verdant Heart Ring, he handed the other one to Vigil. With the rewards now fully distributed, the group exited the dungeon. Having cleared the first two floors of the Thunderous Citadel, they headed back to the village.
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As the group began to disperse, each attending to their own tasks, Thorian stopped Forlune. "For today, I want you to delegate the issue with the rocks to a subordinate. There''s a more pressing task that requires your attention."
"And what would that be, my lord?" Forlune asked, taken aback.
"Similar to Zogarth''s engagement with the orcs, you need to locate kobold settlements," Thorian detailed. "We can''t afford to have our forces too unbalanced in favor of any one faction. The orcs now outnumber our own kin, and it''s time to even the scales."
"I understand," Forlune nodded, then grinned. "Leave this task to me; I won''t let you down."
With a nod of approval, Thorian allowed Forlune to proceed with his mission. As for Thorian, he had another issue to address.
Looking up at the dual suns in the sky, Thorian was reminded that his meeting with the humans was imminent. "Today marks the beginning of our first expedition with the humans. This matter must be handled with the utmost care."
Understanding the importance of first impressions, Thorian was determined to ensure that all his subordinates grasped the significance of today¡¯s mission. It was crucial to start on a positive note to avoid any complications in the future.
Upon returning to the Village Hall, Thorian instructed Alacritas to escort William and his group to Wolvendale. Then, he commenced his routine elemental control practice.
With his fire manipulation skills nearing peak proficiency, Thorian concentrated on refining them. For an entire hour, he practiced controlling more fireballs, making them orbit his body. He began with six, while four others remained stationary atop his fingers. Gradually, he managed to control the seventh, then the eighth, and finally the ninth.
Remarkably, once he achieved control over nine fireballs, mastering the tenth became instinctive. It was as though a mental barrier had vanished, allowing him to manipulate the tenth fireball with ease, joining the others in their dance around him.
| Congratulations. Your skill "Fire Manipulation I" has been upgraded to "Fire Manipulation II" |
Thrilled by this advancement, Thorian impulsively checked his status panel to review his newly improved skill.
| Fire Manipulation II |
| Description |
Building upon the foundational abilities of Fire Manipulation I, this enhanced skill grants users increased precision and diversity in controlling flames. With Fire Manipulation II, wielders can now access first-advancement level fire skills, reflecting a significant upgrade in both power and control. This level allows for the crafting of more intricate and potent fire-based abilities, constrained only by the user''s creativity, expanded mana reserves, and deeper understanding of fire manipulation. |
| Proficiency |
0% |
Reviewing the skill description, Thorian couldn''t help but laugh. Without a moment''s hesitation, he decided to test it immediately. Raising his palm high, he conjured a Greater Fireball, not through invocation as usual, but using his fire manipulation technique.
Observing the colossal fireball he had materialized, Thorian grinned. It consumed exactly the same amount of mana as it would have through direct invocation.
Yet, Thorian''s curiosity was far from satisfied. If Fire Manipulation merely allowed the use of skills he already possessed, it wouldn''t have intrigued him so much.
Focusing on the fireball, Thorian willed it to condense. In an instant, the sphere of flames, nearly a meter in diameter, shrunk to half its size, then just a quarter, becoming a concentrated fireball brimming with immense power, speed, and explosivity.
There was some mana inefficiency, but it''s minimal. I only lost about 20% of the mana I would typically use through the system.
Eager to explore further, Thorian shaped the fireball into a long lance. While already impressive, he aspired to push the boundaries even more.
Twisting his hand, the lance began to rotate, quickly spinning at such a high speed that it started to suck in the surrounding air, gaining even more power and shining with a brighter intensity.
Laughing at the spectacle, Thorian quickly dispelled the flames, fearing they might damage the meeting room.
Taking a deep breath to contain his excitement, he reflected, I¡¯m slowly regaining the power of my past life. While my Fire Manipulation skills are still modest compared to my previous level, I have the advantage this time to manipulate more than one element. In fact, I can manipulate them all.
Pleased with the outcome of his experiments, Thorian settled back into his chair. Just as he was about to commence training on water manipulation, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," he instructed, clearing his throat to prepare for the next task.
Alacritas entered the meeting room, followed closely by William and Tristan.
"It is a pleasure to see you, Lord Thorian," William said as he took a seat at the table, with Tristan by his side. "As we''ve discussed previously, I have brought ten of my most loyal men, excluding Tristan, to participate in the dungeon expeditions."
Thorian nodded in acknowledgment before turning to Alacritas. "I trust they are well accommodated."
"Yes, my lord," Alacritas responded with a light bow. "Cassia is showing them around the village. Currently, Brix is serving them some roasted Thumpalopes."
"Good," Thorian nodded again before his gaze returned to William. "For this dungeon run, it would be wise for your men to be divided into pairs and accompanied by our squads."
"They would certainly appreciate that," William replied with a smile. "While we do trust you and your people, my men will indeed feel more comfortable with their comrades at their side."
He then turned to Tristan and added, "As for myself, I would like to be paired with my son."
"Of course," Thorian agreed. "We''ll have one of our strongest squads accompany you. You''re already acquainted with them: Ventus and Ifrit. You met them earlier when we were handling the spider nest."
"Are you referring to the orange and blue kobolds?" William inquired. "If so, then we''re indeed in good hands. I''ve heard much about their achievements."
Smiling at William''s response, Thorian decided to shift the conversation to a more pressing issue. "Yes, those are the ones. However, there''s another matter we''ve discussed that I hope you have an answer for by now." His expression turned more serious as he looked at William and asked, "Which of the candidates I proposed is to be my Vassal Lord?"
Chapter 180: Apocalypse: Return of the Giga Tables
Upon hearing the question, William hesitated, his lips caught between a bite, his gaze lowered in contemplation. When his eyes met his son Tristan''s, the latter''s raised eyebrow prompted an immediate reaction. "Is something amiss?" Thorian inquired, curiosity lacing his tone.
"It''s just that... we weren''t certain you''d appreciate the compromise we''ve come to," Tristan chimed in hastily.
Taking a moment to regain his composure, William began to unravel the predicament. "The crux of the matter is Tristan''s indispensable role in Locksley''s development, particularly in shaping the military framework. His presence here is non-negotiable."
Thorian, understanding yet inquisitive, nodded. "I see. But my offer extended beyond Tristan. Robert, too, was considered for this mantle."
William exhaled a weary sigh. "That complicates matters further. Robert is entrusted with safeguarding my son, James. He believes his duty to James precludes accepting such a charge. Furthermore, his humble origins make him question his entitlement to the position."
Pensively stroking his chin, Thorian considered the situation. "So, Robert''s involvement is contingent upon James''s. Could they not undertake the role together?"
At Thorian''s suggestion, relief washed over Tristan and William. "That was precisely our next proposal. James himself wishes to assume the vassal lordship. Although parting with him would be difficult for me, knowing Robert would remain his protector offers some comfort," William admitted.
Thorian''s smile then dispelled any lingering tension. "It appears there is no issue after all. As for your concerns regarding your son, rest assured, visits can be frequent since he will be stationed nearby. He may even bring along his friend, Little Roo, to keep him company."
William''s response was a nod of gratitude. "Thank you for your understanding and flexibility.¡±
"The matter is settled, then," Thorian said, his smile reflecting satisfaction. "However, let''s shift our focus to today''s significant event for Locksley. The election - have there been any complications?"
William''s expression grew contemplative before he replied with a gravity that matched the seriousness of the situation. "Just as you anticipated, a noble attempted to tamper with the election. They are now detained, stripped of their privileges and rights."
Thorian''s response was laden with a cautionary tone. "This issue isn''t isolated to a handful or two of nobles. It appears a faction within your city would have preferred if Nalia had succeeded in her attempt on your life."
"We''re fully cognizant of that threat," Tristan interjected, his voice tight with barely contained anger, his fist clenched in resolve. "And we intend to eradicate that corruption at its root."
There was a brief silence, punctuated only by the weight of their shared resolve, before William allowed a measured chuckle. "As my son has indicated, we''re well aware of the problem. Now that I have reassumed control, their schemes will find no foothold. I plan to methodically dismantle their influence, eradicating them one by one."
"Excellent," Thorian approved with a nod. "You possess the necessary resources, including access to my dungeons. With these at your disposal, you''ll amass strength more rapidly than any of them could anticipate. The key is to utilize this power effectively."
"We''re grateful for the support," William acknowledged with a nod of his own.
With that, Thorian wrapped up their discussion. "It appears we''ve addressed everything on my agenda. Alacritas will introduce you to Ventus''s group shortly."
Following the conclusion of the meeting, Thorian, Tristan, and William exited the room. Thorian delegated the task to Alacritas before joining Zogarth to deliberate over the integration of the new orc recruits.
"We''ve formed new squads to manage the influx. This has somewhat skewed our military composition, creating discrepancies in unit sizes, but I foresee no issues. Each unit remains capable of navigating both the Verdant Labyrinth and the Thunderous Citadel," Zogarth explained.
"Admirable efforts," Thorian commended. "While future adjustments may be necessary, we''ll hold off on any major military restructuring until we''ve bolstered our ranks further. Continuously altering our formation with each new wave of recruits would be inefficient."
Thorian returned to the Village Hall, immersing himself in the practice of water manipulation. With the day''s urgent matters addressed and nothing but time on his hands until William''s return from the dungeons and Forlune''s arrival with new inhabitants, he seized the opportunity to sharpen his abilities.
Two hours swiftly elapsed as Thorian advanced to the point of effortlessly orchestrating eight orbs of water to encircle him, a dance of fluid precision. This practice confirmed his theory: there was indeed a synergy between different forms of elemental manipulation.
As he ventured to command a ninth orb, Alacritas materialized beside him with news. "My lord, William has returned to Locksley after a successful excursion into the dungeons. Meanwhile, Forlune is en route to our village with a significant assembly of kobolds and kobloids."
A broad smile broke across Thorian''s face upon hearing this update. Today marks a pivotal moment for Wolvendale''s advancement, he thought, energized by the prospect.
Without delay, Thorian accompanied Alacritas to the outer wall, where Forlune awaited, flanked by an impressive gathering of more than two hundred kobolds and kobloids.
"You''ve surpassed expectations," Thorian praised as he approached Forlune, ¡°I did not anticipate you to bring this many, considering how small some kobold communities are usually.¡±
"Luck was on our side," Forlune replied with a chuckle. "Most of these individuals came from a single large settlement. Their leader was exploiting them severely, expanding without respite. His downfall at my hands made them eager to join our cause."
"Well done," Thorian responded with a laugh, surveying the crowd.
After delivering his customary address to bolster morale and articulate the village''s culture to the newcomers, he instructed Forlune to guide them into the Village Hall for official registration as citizens.
While the cohort was making its way to the Village Hall, Thorian quickly counted their numbers.
Around 250 strong, it seems. The moment they¡¯re properly registered, I can upgrade the village.
Standing in front of the Village Hall, Thorian observed the lengthy procession of kobolds and kobloids making their way through the registration process. With some time to spare, he resumed his water manipulation practice, eager to maximize every moment.
An hour and a half later, mastery over the ninth water orb was his, and the attainment of control over a tenth orb soon followed, mirroring his experience with fire manipulation.
| Congratulations. Your skill "Water Manipulation I" has been upgraded to "Water Manipulation II" |
| Water Manipulation II |
| Description |
Advancing from the core competencies acquired in Water Manipulation I, this upgraded ability empowers users with heightened finesse and variety in manipulating water. With Water Manipulation II, practitioners unlock first-advancement level water skills, marking a considerable enhancement in both prowess and manipulation. This stage enables the creation of more complex and powerful water-based techniques, limited only by the practitioner''s imagination, increased mana capacity, and enriched comprehension of water manipulation. |
| Proficiency |
0% |
Thorian''s lips curled into a smile, a reflection of the satisfaction brimming within him. The upgrade to his skill, though marginal, marked a significant leap forward. This newfound mastery over the water element didn''t just add to his arsenal¡ªit transformed him into a force of great versatility.
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Casting these thoughts aside, Thorian''s gaze drifted back towards the Village Hall. The scene before him had undergone a stark transformation. The once teeming line had dissipated, now replaced by the last few kobloids completing their registration process within the hall''s walls. They trickled out one by one, eager to gain the new classes that they were promised.
As the final individual stepped out, Thorian decided to check his territory upgrade conditions.
Upgrade Territory.
| Upgrade Conditions |
1000 registered citizens.
50,000 gathered experience.
Upgrade all available buildings.
|
| Do you wish to upgrade the Wolvendale Village to stage 4? |
"Yes, I wish."
The same familiar sweep of blue light engulfed the village, making Thorian smile in anticipation.
Display Territory.
| Wolvendale Village |
| Realm |
Village stage 4 |
| Resources |
| Gathered Experience |
141.7k |
| Wood |
65.2k |
| Available Upgrades |
| Stone Village Hall (Stage 3) |
The Stone Village Hall upgrades to stone construction, enhancing resilience and security. It introduces an Information Center for real-time village demographics (villagers'' professions, classes, races, and levels) and a Secure Refuge Room for emergency protection. These enhancements solidify the hall as a central hub for administration, planning, and safety, marking a significant evolution in the village''s infrastructure and commitment to its inhabitants'' security and well-being. |
| Cost |
4000 Stone Units |
| Stone House (Stage 3) |
The Stone House, advancing from the Upgraded Wooden House, provides a robust and secure living space with its high-quality stone construction. Offering enhanced protection against weather and threats, it features two bedrooms, a cozy living room, a kitchen, and a convenient toilet. This house caters to growing families or those desiring extra space for guests and culinary activities. |
| Cost |
500 Stone Units |
| Stone Wall (Stage 3) |
The Stone Wall, evolving from the Reinforced Wooden Wall, offers superior protection and fortification for the village. This enhanced barrier is constructed from durable stone materials, significantly upgrading the village''s defense capabilities beyond the wooden iterations. The Stone Wall includes additional architectural features such as thicker walls for improved resistance against siege tactics and natural disasters. Integrated watchtowers and reinforced gates remain pivotal for surveillance and controlled access, ensuring a formidable defense layer with strategic advantages over previous versions. |
| Cost |
5000 Stone Units |
| Outer Wooden Wall (Stage 2) |
The Reinforced Outer Wooden Wall, building upon the foundation of the Outer Wooden Wall, delivers superior security enhancements to protect the village. This fortified barrier utilizes hardened timber and strategic reinforcements, significantly increasing its resilience and defensive capabilities. Extending the original circular perimeter with a radius of 400 meters from the Village Altar, this upgraded wall integrates advanced watchtowers and reinforced gates, ensuring robust surveillance and fortified access control. This enhanced structure serves as a formidable defense, safeguarding the village against external threats with greater efficiency. |
| Cost |
8000 Wood Units |
| Advanced Blacksmith''s Forge (Stage 2) |
Upgrading to the Advanced Blacksmith''s Forge introduces high-quality tools and high-temperature furnaces for crafting superior weaponry and armor. This expansion accommodates more artisans and apprentices, increasing productivity. It features specialized sections for weapon forging, armor crafting, and tool making, alongside a secure storage for materials and products. This upgrade enhances both the village''s production capabilities and its status as a hub of craftsmanship and learning in metalworking. |
| Cost |
4000 Wood Units
2000 Stone Units |
| Advanced Alchemist''s Lab (Stage 2) |
The Advanced Alchemist''s Lab upgrades with superior equipment for distillation and extraction, enhancing concoction precision and potency. It expands workstations for increased productivity and introduces dedicated areas for researching new potions and herbal synergies. A climate-controlled storage system preserves sensitive ingredients and creations, reinforcing the lab as a hub of alchemical innovation and knowledge. |
| Cost |
4000 Wood Units
2000 Stone Units |
| Carpenter''s Workshop (Stage 1) |
The Carpenter''s Workshop serves as the primary center for woodworking, crafting everything from essential household furniture to intricate architectural elements. Under the leadership of a Master Carpenter, this space not only facilitates the production of wooden goods but also offers apprenticeship programs for those interested in learning the craft. Equipped with a variety of hand tools and basic machinery, the workshop enables the creation of durable and aesthetically pleasing wooden items, catering to the village''s needs while also supporting the development of carpentry skills among its inhabitants. |
| Cost |
4000 Wood Units |
| Tailor''s Atelier (Stage 1) |
The Tailor''s Atelier, overseen by a Master Tailor, is equipped with tools essential for traditional tailoring and the crafting of light armor, such as sewing needles, looms, spinning wheels, and specialized leatherworking tools. This workshop serves as a learning hub for apprentices to master tailoring, from fabric weaving and garment sewing to the creation of durable light armor suited for protection and agility. It produces a wide range of products, including everyday clothing, custom fittings, and lightweight protective gear. |
| Cost |
4000 Wood Units |
| Attributes |
| Ether Line Nexus |
A powerful convergence of ether lines lies beneath Wolvendale Village, creating a nexus of magical energy. This nexus enhances the potency of magic used within the village and accelerates the recovery of mana for magi. It also promotes the growth of magical flora and fauna within the Shelderwood Forests, offering unique opportunities for research and discovery. |
| Soothing Rest |
All existing and future houses within your territory, as well as those of your vassals, shall now grant a timed boost in experience gain. The duration of this boost correlates with the amount of time spent within the house, while the percentage increase in experience depends on the house''s tier and quality. |
| Upgrade Conditions |
| Registered Citizens |
2000 |
| Gathered Experience |
200k |
| Wood Units |
50k |
| Stone Units |
10k |
| Arcane Coins |
100k |
| Upgrade all available buildings |
Chapter 181: Hall Upgrade
Looking through the expansive territory panel, Thorian took some time to digest all the information presented before him. Most of the buildings that interest me require a large number of stone units for upgrades. It''s good that we''ve already begun gathering rocks, but it''s still not enough, he thought.
Lost in thought, Thorian reached a conclusion. After completing all the dungeon runs, we''ve realized our fighters are being utilized very inefficiently. We do not need 300 highly capable fighters just to guard our walls.
With an idea brewing in his mind, Thorian walked around the village before meeting Zogarth. "The village has been upgraded," Thorian announced.
Upon hearing these words, Zogarth, the orc commander, opened his eyes in surprise. "That is wonderful news! I guess the kobolds and kobloids Forlune brought with him were enough. Are you planning on upgrading some buildings soon?"
"Yes, I am. But that''s also why I wanted to talk to you," Thorian sighed. "We''re currently severely lacking in stones. We need more people on that duty."
"My lord, I do not understand," Zogarth frowned. "We only have two carts currently to transport the rocks. Even if we assign more people to the task, we''re bottlenecked by the limited number of carts."
"They don''t need to use carts," Thorian shook his head. "While it would certainly be more efficient to bring in stones with carts, it''s even less efficient to have our strong men do nothing at all. They can carry the rocks on their backs."
Hearing this, Zogarth nodded. "In that case, I will see to it that it''s done. However, we might not have too many people available. With the influx of orcs and kobolds, many of the older members have been tasked with taking care of the new recruits."
"Just bring in anyone who is free," Thorian responded. "They can meet me at the outer gate."
With those instructions, Thorian made his way to the outer gate and waited for the group to assemble. In just thirty minutes, Zogarth returned with a contingent of twenty high orcs, kobolds, and hobgoblins, among them a few goblin champions.
Champions, huh? It seems the goblins have been progressing rapidly. They''re quickly catching up in power to their leaders, Thorian observed internally.
Before the group could set out from the village, Thorian decided to upgrade one structure that required only wood units.
Upgrade the Outer Wall.
With that thought, the earth trembled. The wooden wall that encircled them thickened and strengthened, and it soared high into the sky, becoming twice as tall as it had been.
In mere seconds, the outer wall had fully upgraded, transforming into a formidable defense capable of halting most monsters in their tracks.
Looking up at the watchtowers, Thorian could see the large mana crossbows mounted on them. With these defenses in place, even if a small army were to attack them, they would be secure.
Well, I guess in that scenario, it¡¯s the army that would be relieved to be stopped by the automatic mana crossbows rather than facing a slash from Forlune or a Blizzard from Aqua.
Shaking off those thoughts, Thorian turned his attention back to his group, noting the astonished expressions on their faces.
"Even though I''ve seen it multiple times, it''s still truly magical," Zogarth commented. "The power of the gods that govern this territory must be immense to enable such grand changes instantly."
"The power of the gods is beyond our understanding," Thorian replied before addressing his team. "Either way, we''ve dallied enough. Let''s go."
With those words, Thorian led the way into the forest. Since everyone in the group, except Thorian, was a warrior with a high agility stat, they reached the quarry in just twenty minutes.
"Oh, my lord, you''re here?" Caedar exclaimed, surprised as he filled up the cart with stones. He was joined by Inly, Crimen, and Bellafor, each of them loading up the two carts that were stationed there.
"We''ve come to speed up the process," Thorian announced.
Nodding in understanding, Caedar pointed to a large stack of neatly cut rocks, standing seven meters high. Furrowing his brows, Thorian looked around before finding the source of these materials. A large part of the cliff was cleaved off, appearing as if it had been slashed in two by a sword wielded by a god.
Chuckling at the sight, Thorian gestured to his team with a nod. "It seems most of the work has been done for us. Now, we just need to pick up these stone blocks."
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Taking the lead, Thorian began stacking one stone block after another on his back. Once it became too awkward for him to continue using his hands, one of the goblin champions stepped in to help stack some more. By the end of it, Thorian had a stack of stone blocks on his back that towered over him.
Seeing their lord exerting so much effort, the rest of the team was motivated to match his dedication. After they carried as much rock as they could manage, the group headed back to the village.
The return journey was, unsurprisingly, slower than before. The heavy load they carried significantly slowed their pace, and it took Thorian and his group an hour to finally reach the village. They arrived at the territory altar, where they could unload their burdens.
Thorian cracked his neck and stretched his back before turning to his team. "Well, it''s time to go back again. The work doesn''t stop."
A collective sigh emerged from the group as they headed back to the quarry. The hours swiftly passed as they trekked back and forth between the village. By the third trip, Thorian began to employ his bodily enhancement techniques with mana to increase their speed and carrying capacity.
As the two suns set, giving way to the dual moons'' glow, Thorian and his group worked tirelessly into the night, completing two more runs before he finally called a halt.
"Good work, everyone," Thorian announced as they placed the heavy stone blocks down. "This was the last run for today."
At these words, all of the warriors collapsed on the ground, regardless of their race, panting as if they had participated in a grueling event. The only reason they refrained from voicing their exhaustion to the skies was the military discipline Zogarth had ingrained in them during their time in the village.
"Everyone, go and rest in your homes," Thorian instructed. "Tomorrow will be another long day, so make sure to get a good night''s sleep."
As the group of warriors dispersed, Caedar chuckled and walked toward Thorian, "My lord, you truly put the concept of classes to shame. Despite being a magi, you still look fine even after carrying double their load."
"Our lord is truly deserving of his title," Bellafor laughed heartily.
"What kind of lord would I be if I complained in front of my subordinates?" Thorian shook his head. He then dismissed the group of kobold warriors, "You too have worked hard. You can go and rest now."
Realizing Thorian wanted some time alone, Caedar nodded before gesturing for the others to leave. "We still have guard duty for the first part of the night. Let''s move before Forlune gets all cranky at us."
With those parting words, the group left, leaving Thorian alone in front of the pile of rocks that had accumulated.
Time to turn them into stone units.
Just as he had done with the logs, Thorian offered all of the stone blocks to the altar, then checked the territory''s resources.
| Resources |
| Gathered Experience |
141.7k |
| Wood |
65.2k |
| Stone |
5.5k |
Looking at the number of stone units now in their possession, Thorian sighed. As I thought, this isn''t a matter that can be resolved in a day or two. Gathering the materials necessary for upgrading buildings and the village requires a heavy investment in infrastructure. This becomes even more apparent as the territory progresses to higher realms and stages.
After releasing a thoughtful sigh, Thorian composed himself and let a smile grace his features. Still, this is more than enough for the most pressing building upgrade.
Feeling satisfied, Thorian made his way to the Village Hall. Noticing that the hall was empty except for Melina, he decided to proceed with his plan. Upgrade Village Hall.
In an instant, the Village Hall, which had previously been made entirely of wood, shimmered with a blue light before it expanded significantly in size. The walls were now constructed of grey stone, replacing the wooden exterior.
Upon entering the building, Thorian noticed that the interior had undergone a dramatic transformation. Rooms now flanked him on both sides, while the main hall remained centrally located. The tables, still crafted from wood, were more refined and suitable for such a crucial building within the territory. The floor was reinforced wood, and furniture adorned the building, adding to its elegance.
It seems the wood units I previously spent have not gone to waste. They are now integrated more seamlessly with the rest of the building.
"Congratulations on upgrading the village, my lord," Melina greeted Thorian with a smile from her desk.
"Thank you," Thorian replied. "From what I''ve observed, it appears there is a room that provides clear information about all of my citizens."
"Indeed, there is," Melina nodded, gesturing towards the second floor. "It''s upstairs, linked to the meeting room. Would you like to check it out?"
"Not for now," Thorian shook his head. "I''ll attend to that matter tomorrow when I''m well-rested and can strategize properly."
"That''s understandable," Melina replied with a thoughtful look. "If you''re not interested in that room for now, perhaps I could inform you about a feature that might not have been clearly outlined in your territory upgrade. You now have the ability to assign quests for anyone to take, if you wish."
"Interesting," Thorian feigned surprise. "Tell me more about it."
With a gentle expression, Melina explained, "You can use your arcane coins as well as the gathered experience points that have been accumulated as a reward for any quest you wish to create. This could be a hunting quest, a gathering one, or anything else you desire."
"That would certainly be useful to motivate my people," Thorian nodded. "But I think I''ll leave that matter for tomorrow, after I talk with my council."
Understanding Thorian''s decision, Melina pointed at the bulletin board, "Then the last thing of interest would be the new quests. Of course, the daily ones have been updated to offer better rewards. However..." Melina smiled as she took out a quest parchment. "This one is new, and I believe it would interest you.¡±
Chapter 182: Upgraded Elixir
¡°Sure, let me take a look,¡± Thorian looked at the quest parchment that Melina handed to him.
| Protectorate Foundation |
| Description |
Embark on the Protectorate Expansion quest, tailored for leaders with the Lord Attribute, to expand your realm''s influence by upgrading three vassal territories to Village Stage 2. |
| Quest Requirement |
Possession of the Lord Attribute. |
| Quest Objectives |
Advance three of your vassal territories to Village Stage 2 |
| Reward |
Title: Initiate Ruler
10% increase in Territory Experience Gathering
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Looking at the quest, Thorian smiled. I almost forgot about this part. But this is amazing news. Establishing a protectorate is the first step toward making a fully fledged kingdom.
"Thank you," Thorian smiled at Melina. "Please register this quest for me. I will begin working on it tomorrow."
"I understand," Melina nodded. "I wish you a good rest of the night."
With those words, Thorian made his way back to his house, where he found Nox already asleep on the couch. Magnus had claimed his resting spot atop Nox, yet the latter seemed undisturbed by the companionship.
Thorian couldn''t help but chuckle softly at the scene before he surrendered himself to sleep. The day had drawn from him more than he allowed to show, and sleep claimed him the moment his head touched the pillow.
The chorus of birds heralded the new day, drawing Thorian from the depths of slumber. Sunlight teased the edges of the curtains, urging him awake. Adhering to his morning ritual, Thorian woke Nox and freshened up with a spell of water manipulation. Once ready, he found Nox equally prepared for the day ahead.
As they stepped outside, Nox inquired, "So, do you want me to go to Locksley again to bring William and the rest?"
"No," Thorian responded with a light-hearted shake of his head. "I''ll entrust that to Alacritas. The humans must be acclimating to our routines by now."
"Then what''s the plan?" Nox asked, curiosity tilting his voice.
Thinking for a moment, Thorian responded, "First of all, let''s go and visit the Alchemist''s Lab. There is something we need from them."
"The Alchemist''s Lab?" Nox raised an eyebrow. "Why is that?"
"We need an elixir that will greatly increase our cultivation efficiency," Thorian explained. "You''ll see when we get there."
With those words, the two made their way to the Alchemist''s Lab, where they found Hamur setting up the materials to start his day.
"Ever so punctual," Thorian observed as he entered.
¡°Oh, my lord?¡± Hamur turned, his initial surprise melting into a warm smile. "I just wanted to come in early today to set up the lab, to spare the others the burden of setup.. Either way, I''m assuming you''ve come here with a request. Is that right, my lord?"
"A week has passed since the last time I used a Thunder Boon Elixir," Thorian explained. "So, I''ve come to procure one for both myself and Nox."
Hamur, acknowledging Thorian''s intent, paused his meticulous arrangement of flasks. With a nod, he moved towards a carefully organized collection of potions. "Then, I believe I have precisely what you seek."
Presented with two vials of elixir, Thorian took the opportunity to examine them closely.
| Thunder¡¯s Boon Elixir |
| Quality |
Superior |
| Description |
This premium version of the Thunder''s Boon Elixir offers a transformative experience, significantly boosting one''s cultivation with minimal risk. Designed for those seeking to accelerate Qi accumulation during meditation or to ensure a smooth breakthrough to the Foundational realm, this elixir combines the potent benefits of its predecessor with enhanced ingredients and refinement processes to reduce side effects.
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Thorian''s brows arched in genuine surprise, prompting Nox to cast an intrigued glance at the elixirs arrayed before them. "Astonishing," Thorian marveled. "To think you''ve mastered its production in merely a week. Your progress is nothing short of remarkable."
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"Well, I did have to use up a lot of Pulse Poppies in my experiments," Hamur, somewhat sheepishly, scratched the back of his head. "Without all the support you''ve given me, I wouldn¡¯t have been able to progress nearly as fast. For that, I am very thankful."
"Don¡¯t be too humble," Thorian chided gently, his gaze admiring the lucid elixir swirling within the flask. "Imagine the potential once we expand production to meet the needs of our forces. Our army''s strength could reach unprecedented heights."
However, Hamur''s expression clouded, prompting Thorian''s concern. "What troubles you, Hamur?"
Taking a moment before speaking, Hamur admitted, "My lord, we have an issue in that department. Before the expansion that happened over the last two days, we were somehow able to keep up with the production of all the pills and potions necessary to support our fighters. I am afraid that it would be hard to continue doing so, as we don¡¯t have enough alchemists to go around."
Hearing these words, Thorian bit his lip. How rash of me not to think about this issue, he thought. He then looked around the lab before noticing another problem. Even if we bring in more alchemists, the lab itself is too small to accommodate all of them. Upgrading the lab should alleviate this issue slightly, but it will still be a problem.
Looking back at Hamur, Thorian nodded, "I understand. I¡¯ll make sure that you receive a new batch of alchemists today. I shall also construct another lab to accommodate the new influx."
"Thank you for your consideration," Hamur nodded.
With that, Thorian headed out of the lab before constructing one right next to it, using the wood units they had accumulated. After taking care of that matter, the two made their way to the Cultivation Hall.
After drinking the elixir, Thorian began his meditation session. The two and a half hours quickly passed before Thorian opened his eyes.
Display Panel.
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Seventh Stage (37.9%) |
Now this is a progression I can be satisfied with. My growth has more than doubled compared to my usual cultivation sessions.
Exiting the Cultivation Hall, he and Nox set off towards the new grounds designated for waste. Nox, bubbling with eagerness, inquired, "How did your session go? Mine was ridiculous¡ªI advanced to the fourth stage, right after breaking into the third just yesterday!"
Thorian''s laughter mingled with the morning air. "I''m glad you''re enjoying your growth. My progress has also increased; I''m now a third of the way toward the eighth stage."
"No way, that far already?" Nox''s surprise was evident. "Makes me wonder, how many stages are there in total?"
"Each realm consists of ten stages," Thorian clarified. "But advancing beyond gathering Qi to ascend from one realm to the next requires enduring a tribulation."
Nox, intrigued, pressed, "A tribulation? What is that?"
"You''ll understand in time," Thorian replied, a knowing smile on his lips.
Though Nox found Thorian''s answer lacking, they continued their journey to the outskirts, where they took care to cleanse themselves and their belongings before returning to the heart of their community. There, they convened the council for the daily briefing.
Thorian initiated the meeting with a note of commendation. "Firstly, I''d like to express my gratitude to everyone for your unwavering dedication to our village''s flourishing. A special acknowledgment goes to Forlune and Zogarth for their success in integrating more orcs and kobolds into our fold."
"We merely fulfilled our duties," responded Zogarth and Forlune, their nods marking a shared sentiment of humble service.
Elder Yur interjected at that moment, "If it pleases you, my lord, we could augment our forces with goblins. Given our stature and strength, rallying numerous tribes under our banner would pose little challenge."
Thorian responded with a reassuring smile to the shaman elder. "Incorporating more goblins into our ranks is indeed part of my strategy," he acknowledged. "As you may have observed with the recent arrivals, we''ve shifted from consolidation to expansion. But let me be clear, this expansion is by no means indiscriminate. There are critical considerations we must address."
This declaration led to a palpable silence, as all present turned their attention to Thorian, anticipating further insight. "Our immediate concern is securing additional stone. The quantity required to enhance our infrastructure is formidable, and as we progress, our needs will only escalate."
Zogarth, understanding the gravity of the situation, replied, "The orcs I introduced recently have assimilated well, liberating a significant portion of our fighters to prioritize stone collection."
"That''s encouraging. We certainly need all of the workforce we can get our hands on to work on this matter," Thorian remarked, his smile reflecting satisfaction with Zogarth''s report. He then shifted his focus back to the council, eager to outline the next point on the agenda. "Another critical area we cannot overlook is the support for our blacksmiths, alchemists, and carpenters. The rapid expansion of our military has exerted unprecedented pressure on these essential services."
"In that case, I will have the new civilian kobold and kobloid populations bolster our support sectors," Forlune declared, seizing the initiative. "Of the kobolds that I''ve brought, only half of them were inclined to be fighters."
"I entrust this task to you," Thorian affirmed with a nod, his confidence in Forlune''s judgment evident. "Now that leaves us with the last point to discuss. We need to begin populating our three vassal territories."
Elder Oom, perplexed by the strategy, voiced his concerns. "Might this not dilute our efforts, my lord? Concentrating on fortifying our central territory seems most advantageous. Diverting resources to these new ones could be seen as less than optimal."
Thorian countered with a patient smile, addressing the elder''s skepticism. "Certainly, at first glance, that might seem to be the case. However, you''re missing crucial information. Once our territory becomes a town, each upgrade from one stage to the next does not only require some materials and new citizens. Our vassal states would also need to reach a minimum stage requirement."
This explanation prompted Elder Oom to ponder momentarily before he acknowledged the strategy''s wisdom with a nod. "In that case, I do understand your point, my lord."
As a contemplative silence fell upon the council, Aqua sought clarification on another pressing matter. "My lord, we still have the issue of needing a human vassal lord to comply with the gods'' requirements. How do we tackle that problem?"
Looking up at the sky, Thorian responded, "I believe that our human vassal shall be arriving soon."
Chapter 183: New Advents
After finishing the daily meeting, Thorian decided to first check the progress on the stone gathering. Although he could not transport rocks himself due to other responsibilities, a full team dedicated to the task was already in place.
Three carts were being filled around the clock, and an additional team of thirty warriors carried a significant amount of stone on their backs.
Nodding in appreciation at their work, Thorian decided to move on to the next task on his agenda: dungeon diving. As usual, Thorian quickly sped through the first four layers of the Verdant Labyrinth.
For the fifth one, he decided that two teams could take on the challenge today. The first team consisted of Nox, Vigil, Ventus, Caedar, and himself. The second team was comprised of Zogarth, Forlune, Aqua, Elder Oom, and Ifrit. Of course, both teams had access to their direwolf companions to assist them throughout the run.
Having already experienced the challenge once, neither team struggled against it. They knew that the moment the guardian''s exoskeleton was destroyed, it would be their best chance to finish off the fight, and they did not squander it.
After splitting the reward from the gold treasure chest, Thorian made his way to the Thunderous Labyrinth, where he cleared both layers. While the thought of challenging the third one did indeed cross his mind, he believed that it was still too early.
The third hidden boss is nothing like the previous two; if I remember correctly, I need to be as prepared as possible before tackling it.
With those thoughts in mind, Thorian led his team back to the village. On the way, Thorian decided to check his current progress.
Display Panel
Ding
| Race |
Elemental Lord Kobold |
| Level |
29/45 (EXP: 154450/385000) |
| Class |
Elemental High-Magus |
| Level |
14/50 (EXP: 112980/385000) |
| Lifespan |
70 years |
| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Seventh Stage (37.9%) |
| Stats |
| Strength |
223 |
| Agility |
224 |
| Constitution |
214 |
| Mana |
269 |
| Qi |
200 |
| Free Points |
138 |
After the triple experience boost expired, progress in leveling has certainly slowed down. Still, managing to gain about three levels in both my class and race at this advanced stage in just a few days is quite good, Thorian reasoned. But if I want to accelerate my growth and reach the coveted 300-point mark in all of my stats, I''ll need to return to the abyss.
Leaving those thoughts in the back of his mind, Thorian focused on what he needed to do next. The progression of his territory took precedence over everything else.
As they entered the village, Forlune asked Thorian, "My lord, what is the plan from now on? Should we focus solely on bringing in more people and gathering more stone?"
"Certainly, our expansion shouldn''t halt, and we do need more stone units to upgrade the village," Thorian agreed. "However, I want you to delegate the matter of recruitment to lower-ranked soldiers. There are more significant tasks for our council to address today."
"You''re referring to the vassal territories, aren''t you, my lord?" Forlune inquired, drawing the interest of Zogarth and Elder Oom.
"That is indeed correct," Thorian confirmed. "Selecting the right personnel and distribution for all three territories is no easy task and will require our full attention."
"If you wish, my lord, I can be one of those vassal lords," Forlune offered with a wide grin. "With me on the task, you wouldn''t have to worry about any problems. The population and the growth of the village will be smooth sailing with me in charge."
"I can promise to do the same, my lord," Elder Oom added. "With my position as elder shaman and the power you''ve bestowed upon me, I can easily expand your influence in whichever territory you assign me."
"This discussion is premature," Thorian responded firmly. "I will announce my strategy later, once our human vassal arrives."
With those words, the group dispersed, leaving only Thorian and Zogarth making their way to the Village Hall.
Looking at his orc general, Thorian smiled curiously. "Both Forlune and Elder Oom asked to be vassal lords, yet you didn¡¯t. If you had wished for it, I would have certainly considered it."
"My lord, my wish is to stand by your side and lead battles with you at the helm," Zogarth responded with a resolute voice. "However, if you wish for me to serve elsewhere, then I will respect your orders."
Hearing those words, Thorian nodded. After a thoughtful pause, he explained, "When it comes to Forlune, he might be a bit impulsive, but his intentions are good most of the time. With the right people by his side, I¡¯m not too concerned."
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"Then is it Elder Oom you¡¯re worried about?" Zogarth asked, making a keen observation.
Hearing Zogarth¡¯s question, Thorian shook his head slightly, "It¡¯s less about Elder Oom, and more about the goblins in general. If we just give them a vassal territory they fully control, their community will become more homogeneous as they recruit more goblins. It''s the same problem we¡¯ve been trying to address from the start."
"In that case, I can take on the mantle if you wish, my lord," Zogarth offered, nodding. "With my presence, I¡¯ll ensure that everything remains in order."
Thinking for a moment, Thorian raised a concern, "We would face a problem if both you and Forlune were away from Wolvendale. Our current military structure depends on its generals."
Hearing this, Zogarth found himself at a loss for words. "Indeed, I wouldn¡¯t be able to fulfill my duties to Wolvendale properly if I had to oversee an entire other territory."
Nodding at Zogarth''s words, Thorian turned to face him. "Which role would you prefer? Do you want to be my general here in Wolvendale, or do you wish to be my vassal lord, expanding my influence elsewhere?"
Looking down in thought, Zogarth sighed, "I am not sure, my lord."
"That''s okay," Thorian smiled. "You can give me your answer later. I will adjust my plans based on your decision."
With those words, they went their separate ways. Thorian continued on to the Village Hall, where he claimed the rewards for his daily quest. After noting the modest increase in Arcane Coins and Experience Points, Thorian headed upstairs. However, instead of heading straight to the meeting table, he entered a new small room on his right.
This room featured a small desk for writing notes about the state of the village. However, the most striking feature was a bulletin board that covered the main wall.
Walking closer, Thorian inspected the board.
| Territory Information |
| Warriors |
200/200 |
Average Level |
First Advancement Level 12 |
| Magi |
146/200 |
Average Level |
First Advancement Level 15 |
| Assassins |
139/200 |
Average Level |
First Advancement Level 16 |
| Priests |
122/200 |
Average Level |
First Advancement Level 16 |
| Alchemists |
47/200 |
Average Level |
First Advancement Level 3 |
| Blacksmiths |
21/200 |
Average Level |
First Advancement Level 6 |
| Carpenters |
0/100 |
Average Level |
N/A |
| Tailorsmiths |
0/100 |
Average Level |
N/A |
Looking at the list in front of him, Thorian felt as if a part of his brain had been unlocked. We are severely lacking in our supportive professions. But still, this isn''t bad. It means we can still very efficiently allocate all of the monsters we will be recruiting in our quest to upgrade to a town.
Scratching his chin and deep in thought, Thorian reached another conclusion. Our civilians and supportive classes need a structured approach. Relying solely on the military, burdening Zogarth and Forlune with these responsibilities, is profoundly inefficient. By assigning dedicated individuals to manage civilian affairs, we can significantly alleviate their load.
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Thorian made his way down the Village Hall, where he found Alacritas waiting for him.
"My lord, William and his men have arrived," Alacritas whispered in Thorian''s ear.
Nodding at the silver-furred assassin''s words, Thorian inquired, "Have they brought James and Robert?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Good," Thorian nodded. "Have them tour around the village in wait. In the meantime, bring me Zogarth, the three elders, as well as Ventus, Ifrit, and Saxum to the makeshift meeting place. I need to talk with them."
"As you wish, my lord," Alacritas lightly bowed before disappearing.
With those instructions given, Thorian made his way to the outer area of the village and sat in wait as his comrades arrived.
"Our human vassal lord has come," Thorian began the brief meeting, his voice resonant. "To initiate our efforts on the village that James will steward, a formidable team is required. Hence, your presence."
"Wait, my lord, do you want us all to work on that village?" Ventus asked, puzzled.
"No, not everyone," Thorian clarified. "But I do want you, Ifrit, and Saxum to be part of that team."
"If that is your wish, my lord, then I will gladly do it," Saxum responded seriously.
Ventus stretched his arms nonchalantly, "If it means I don¡¯t have to listen to Aqua¡¯s nagging every day, then I¡¯m also interested."
Nodding at their responses, Thorian turned to the three elders, "In keeping with our strategy of blending our races in any territory we govern, I desire one of you to join this team. Of course, your status here will be mirrored in the new territory."
The three elders exchanged looks before Yur spoke up, "I am interested in this work, my lord. I want to be part of this group."
"Then it¡¯s decided," Thorian nodded before looking at Zogarth. "For the rest of the group, I want you to organize a mix of twenty powerful fighters from different races and classes. This group will be the nexus from which our new territory will grow; we need it to have a strong variety."
"I understand, my lord," Zogarth curtly responded. "Consider it done."
Chapter 184: Cliffwood
After concluding the meeting, Thorian met up with William and the rest of the human cohort. As he approached them, he saw Little Roo, James, Nox, and Brix dancing and singing, while William and Robert were engaged in conversation.
¡°Oh, Lord Thorian,¡± William said, noticing Thorian¡¯s presence and turning around. ¡°As promised, I¡¯ve brought my most trusted people.¡±
Nodding at William¡¯s words, Thorian looked at Robert and said, ¡°I¡¯m glad to see you once again, this time as formal allies.¡±
¡°Likewise, Lord Thorian,¡± Robert replied, giving a slight bow.
While Thorian and Robert were exchanging pleasantries, William was fiddling with his thumb, attempting to hide the shaking of his hand. Noticing that, Thorian internally sighed, I don¡¯t blame him. Anyone would be nervous about sending his eight-year-old son to be a vassal lord in a dangerous territory without being able to look over him.
Trying to alleviate William¡¯s worries a bit, Thorian proposed, ¡°This afternoon, why don¡¯t you take some time to come with us and see for yourself how a territory is built? I¡¯m sure it would provide you with a lot of insight for the future.¡±
¡°That is certainly a tempting proposal,¡± William said, scratching his chin in thought. ¡°Very well, I will have Tristan take over some of my responsibilities for the day so that I can make time for this very pivotal expedition.¡±
Nodding at William¡¯s decision, Thorian¡¯s gaze trailed off toward James and Little Roo. After a few seconds of silence, Thorian asked with a serious tone, ¡°Does your son understand what is going to happen?¡±
¡°I have informed him as much as I could,¡± William sighed. ¡°I explained to him that this is a very valuable opportunity you have given us, and that he needs to always listen to Robert, who will be his counselor. However, there is only so much I can explain with words. What will truly happen remains as much a mystery to him as it is to me.¡±
Thorian nodded at William¡¯s words. ¡°It is true that reality often doesn¡¯t go according to one¡¯s plans. However, we will all be staying there until the territory is fully stabilized.¡± He then attempted to change the topic to something more jovial. ¡°But let''s forget about the doom and gloom. Is your boy excited?¡±
¡°Oh, that he is,¡± William chuckled. ¡°He has been annoying Tristan all day by saying that he got to become a lord before his brother did. I¡¯d say he¡¯s taking it in stride.¡±
¡°That is good to hear,¡± Thorian smiled. ¡°It seems like he is as eager for adventure as his father.¡±
¡°I¡¯d say he¡¯s even more of a thrill-seeking little devil than I am,¡± William laughed heartily.
While the two were talking and jesting with each other, Zogarth gestured to Thorian from a distance. Understanding that matters were completed on that end, Thorian cleared his throat and said, ¡°Well then, it looks like it¡¯s time to move on.¡±
Following Thorian¡¯s gaze, William noticed Zogarth¡¯s imposing presence. Understanding the silent communication between the two, he nodded, ¡°Good. It¡¯s better to start the work as early as possible.¡±
With those words, the group made their way to the outer gate. The unit Zogarth had formed was led by Elder Yur, Saxum, Ventus, and Ifrit. It was comprised entirely of second-evolution fighters, who were on the verge of reaching the second advancement of their classes.
Satisfied with the powerful formation, Thorian led the way toward Locksley. Although he could have moved through the forest at great speed, he maintained a pace that William and James could keep up with. In just an hour and a half, the group passed by Locksley¡¯s massive walls and reached the territory altar on the other end.
¡°So, this is a territory altar,¡± William observed, looking at the demonic face sculpted on the altar with a mix of awe and fear. ¡°It truly does look ominous.¡±
¡°I cannot disagree with that,¡± Zogarth admitted, looking at the altar with a hint of fear. ¡°Even now, after evolving so many times, I still shudder at its sight. It¡¯s as if my entire being is ordering me to leave it alone.¡±
¡°The altars are the gods¡¯ gift to humanity, a way for them to fight against the powerful monsters,¡± Thorian explained to his general. ¡°It¡¯s normal for you to feel that way. The gods don¡¯t want you to touch them.¡±
Hearing these words, William furrowed his brows. ¡°That''s interesting. If that''s the case, how were you able to overcome that instinct and claim it for yourself, Lord Thorian?¡±
Pausing for a second, Thorian replied, ¡°I guess the gods had other plans for me. As for what those are¡ even I don¡¯t know.¡±
There was a moment of silence after these words before Thorian coughed to clear the air. ¡°In any case, let''s begin,¡± he said, looking at James with a smile. ¡°Follow me. It¡¯s time to make you a vassal lord.¡±
Excited by those words, James exclaimed, ¡°Yay, I¡¯ve been waiting for this!¡±
Chuckling at the little kid''s enthusiasm, Thorian led him to the altar. Despite his initial hesitation due to the scary demonic face, James clenched his fist and followed Thorian bravely.
Upon reaching the altar, Thorian instructed James, "I want you to touch the face and say this instruction in your mind: ''I, James Ravenwood, claim this territory by the divine right I have been given.'' Can you do that?"
"Yeah, that seems simple enough," James nodded. With those words, Thorian stepped back while the little kid placed his hand on the demonic face. After a few seconds, a notification appeared in front of Thorian:
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| James Ravenwood is claiming Vassalhood of the territory: Cliffwood. Do you accept this claim? |
Yes, I do.
After giving his confirmation, a deep rumbling echoed from all four cardinal directions. Without needing to look, Thorian knew the rumbling originated from the four class statues.
With a smile on his face, Thorian patted James'' shoulder. "Congratulations, you are now the vassal lord of the Cliffwood Territory."
Hearing these words, James touched his chest, "I just felt a really weird feeling. It''s like I was connected to the earth, the altar, and the entire territory."
Chuckling at this, Thorian nodded, "That''s what it means to be a territory lord, and it''s your duty to protect it and its citizens."
Clenching his fists, James nodded.
Smiling at the little kid''s excitement, Thorian looked back at the forest and said, "Now it''s time to gather some wood."
Without wasting another word, Thorian unleashed his spell, Greater Gale Slash.
With a horizontal swipe of his Elemental Scepter, he cut through almost a hundred massive trees, clearing a large portion of the forest in front of them.
Without waiting for Thorian¡¯s command, Zogarth directed his team. ¡°Everyone, let¡¯s get to work. Bring all of the trees the lord has cut near the altar.¡±
As Zogarth and the team busied themselves carrying the fallen trees, James looked on in awe. Excitement painted his face as he nudged Thorian, ¡°That was so cool! How did you do that? I want to do it too!¡±
¡°That was a wind magic spell, Greater Gale Slash,¡± Thorian chuckled while explaining. ¡°What class did you choose, though?¡±
¡°Oh, I am a magi,¡± James replied before looking at Thorian with hopeful eyes. ¡°Will I be able to do it too?¡±
¡°Of course, you can,¡± Thorian nodded. ¡°You just have to keep working hard on your wind magic. One day, you''ll reach this level too.¡±
While Thorian and James were talking, Zogarth and the rest continued to carry one tree after another to the altar. Meanwhile, Ifrit, Ventus, Saxum, and Nox cleared the surrounding area of any traces of monsters, allowing the party to focus on establishing the new village without fear of outside disturbances.
Once all the trees were neatly arranged around them, Thorian instructed James. ¡°Much like your display panel, the territory also has a panel that shows all the information you need to construct buildings and upgrade the village. As the vassal lord, it¡¯s your duty to decide on the right buildings to erect and direct everyone¡¯s efforts towards gathering the necessary resources to upgrade the village.¡±
"Got it," James nodded, though a wave of confusion soon clouded his face. "But how do I know which buildings are the right ones?"
"For that, you have your council to assist you," Thorian chuckled. "You can ask Mister Robert or any of my people for advice while you get accustomed to your role."
Thorian then swiftly taught James all the mental commands related to managing the territory. Afterward, they transformed all the trees that surrounded them into proper wood units for use.
"The first two major structures that need to be built are the Village Hall and the wooden wall," Thorian explained. "Do you understand why that is?"
Pondering for a moment, James answered, "I¡¯m not sure about the Village Hall, but the wooden wall is for protection, right? We don¡¯t want to spend the whole night half awake, afraid of monsters sneaking up on us."
"Smart thinking," Thorian chuckled. "You''re right about the wooden wall. As for the Village Hall, it''s crucial because it provides you with quests which reward arcane coins and experience points. These are very important for leveling up and purchasing skill scrolls."
"Understood," James nodded. "It looks like we have enough wood units for both of them. Should I proceed?"
"Absolutely," Thorian smiled.
As he spoke, a deep rumbling resonated throughout the village. Firstly, the Village Hall materialized in just a few seconds, followed by the swift construction of the village''s inner wall.
"How magical," William remarked as he joined his son. "To think that constructing such major structures could take only a few seconds. If we were to build them by hand, it would take days, even with fifty workers."
¡°That¡¯s the true power of the territory system,¡± Thorian explained. He then signaled for Saxum and Elder Yur to join them.
¡°As this is a new village, you will need far more people than just those we have brought to truly thrive,¡± Thorian continued. ¡°Therefore, your duties lie not only in protecting the village but also in recruiting new members.¡±
¡°We understand, my lord,¡± Elder Yur nodded. ¡°With your blessing, we will grow this village into a true powerhouse.¡±
¡°I shall bring in as many kobolds and kobloids as you desire, my lord,¡± Saxum added.
¡°I will leave that matter for you to discuss with James and Robert,¡± Thorian declared, turning to Robert. ¡°Your role here is not just to be James''s bodyguard but also his counselor. You understand that, right?¡±
¡°Fully, Lord Thorian,¡± Robert nodded. ¡°I will do my utmost to ensure this territory becomes a place where monsters and humans can coexist peacefully and flourish. That is Lord William¡¯s wish, and mine as well.¡±
¡°Good,¡± Thorian nodded, then gestured for William so they could speak privately.
As the two walked away, Thorian said, ¡°If there¡¯s anything else worrying you, please tell me now. There are some major issues I need to attend to soon, so I¡¯ll have to leave shortly.¡±
¡°I understand,¡± William nodded, looking thoughtful. ¡°My only concern is that James might feel overwhelmed as more monsters are recruited. He¡¯s still a child, and having trustworthy people beside him would greatly support him.¡±
Thinking for a moment, Thorian responded, ¡°You¡¯re right. The beginning of a village is usually its busiest time, and aside from Little Roo, he wouldn¡¯t have anyone else his age to interact with.¡±
Scratching his chin, Thorian came up with a solution, ¡°I have an idea. James and Little Roo both seem to like Brix quite a bit. Since that guy usually spends his time dancing and having fun, I could have him stay here to keep your son company.¡±
¡°That would certainly be helpful,¡± William agreed. ¡°Having more people around whom he could trust would make James less anxious.¡±
Reaching a compromise, Thorian concluded, ¡°In that case, I will ask Brix to come here. For now, I¡¯ll stay around until the first few batches of recruits arrive so that the integration process is as smooth as possible. Afterward, I must attend to my other duties.¡±
With those words, William went back to Robert and James, leaving Thorian alone with his thoughts. With a slight smile, Thorian mused, Most territories have their own unique attributes. I wonder what this one will be like.
Display Territory: Cliffwood.
Chapter 185: The Young Lion
| Cliffwood Village |
| Realm |
Village stage 1 |
| Resources |
| Gathered Experience |
0 |
| Wood |
3256 |
| Owned Buildings |
| Warrior Class Statue |
| Magus Class Statue |
| Assassin Class Statue |
| Priest Class Statue |
| Wooden Wall (Stage 1) |
| Village Hall (Stage 1) |
| Available Buildings |
| Wooden House (Stage 1) |
300 Wood Unit |
| Attributes |
| Alchemist''s Advantage |
Alchemists within this territory learn their craft 20% faster, benefiting from an enriched learning environment tailored to accelerate the mastery of alchemy. At the beginning of their training, they gain access to an extensive and superior collection of recipes, including both common and uncommon concoctions. Additionally, there''s a heightened chance of discovering rare and potent recipes, available for acquisition from the territory''s master alchemist. This attribute fosters a culture of advanced alchemical study and innovation, attracting adept practitioners seeking to push the boundaries of their art. |
| Soothing Rest |
All existing and future houses within your territory, as well as those of your vassals, shall now grant a timed boost in experience gain. The duration of this boost correlates with the amount of time spent within the house, while the percentage increase in experience depends on the house''s tier and quality. |
| Upgrade Conditions |
|
100 registered citizens.
1000 gathered experience.
Upgrade the four statues into Guilds.
|
Looking at the territory attribute, Thorian smiled in satisfaction. So this is an alchemy-focused territory. Perfect. Once my dominion matures enough, I can have multiple territories focused on their own specialties.
Returning to his group, Thorian found them engaged in a lengthy discussion.
"So, to grow the village, we need to bring in more monsters from all around the forest, right?" James asked, displaying a level of concentration and focus unusual for someone his age.
"That is exactly correct, young lord," Elder Yur nodded. "I''m sure you have your own trepidations about bringing in monsters that you do not know, but this is necessary for the growth of the village."
"I do not mind," James shook his head, before looking at Elder Yur with a focused expression. "But I want to be there with you as you bring in these new monsters. I don¡¯t want to just be a passive young lord sitting in his house, waiting for his servants to bring me the good news."
These words not only surprised Elder Yur and Robert but Thorian was particularly astounded. Such strong resolve in a boy so young, he thought, admiration sparking within him.
His gaze then drifted to William, who wore a proud smile. How have you managed to raise such brave children? Tristan showed courage, and now even the young James possesses the heart of a lion.
"But young lord, that would be dangerous," Robert advised in a cautious tone. "Subjugating monster settlements is an ugly business; blood will certainly flow."
"I understand that, Sir Robert," James nodded. "But what kind of lord do you want me to be? Do you want me just to be a well-behaved kid sitting patiently in my house? If I don¡¯t take initiative now, I know I will remain in that rut for years to come. I''ve already lived that. Now is the easiest time for me to step up and be actually useful."
While Robert looked down in thought, Thorian expected William to intervene. However, rather than the lord of Locksley, it was Little Roo who nudged his grandad¡¯s leg.
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"Grampa, I think James is right," Little Roo advised. "If he doesn''t go out with you guys, he will become soft like a little flower. Plus, you would be there too. You''re strong and you can protect him. Isn¡¯t that right?"
While Robert furrowed his brows in thought, Saxum also chimed in, "If safety is the concern here, then there''s no need to worry. With our protection, there''s no way James could come to any harm."
Listening to all the reasons bombarding him, Robert finally gave in and sighed, "Okay, I will agree to this condition. Certainly, I wouldn''t want to deprive the young lord of this opportunity to grow." He then looked at James with a somewhat stern look. "But you must stay close to me at all times and follow my instructions. If you fail to do so, I cannot fulfill my duties as your bodyguard."
"Of course," James replied cheerfully, before scratching the back of his head. "And sorry for causing trouble for you. I really don''t want to do that."
Seeing that the matter had been resolved, William laughed heartily. "It seems like all of you have reached a compromise." He then patted his son on the head. "I''m proud of your initiative. If you keep at it, you''re going to be a greater lord than I ever was."
Observing the scene, Thorian''s smile conveyed his approval. While he might have held his peace, as a lord, he recognized the value of silent observation. Simply watching the discussion unfold had revealed to him a great deal about the true character of the people around him.
Still, this is merely the preliminary phase. Actions speak louder than words, after all.
"Well then, since we''ve reached a compromise, I believe it''s time to start working on our recruitment," Elder Yur declared, ready to move forward.
"We should divide into teams," Saxum recommended. "The village mustn''t be left undefended, necessitating that some of us remain behind."
Hearing these words, Robert looked thoughtful. "I''m not entirely familiar with the power of your people and their specialties. Who do you believe would be most suitable for the task of safeguarding the village?"
"We''re at a level of power where such distinctions are meaningless," Saxum shook his head. "Everyone here is strong enough to protect the village on their own. However, some are more suited for diplomacy than others when it comes to recruitment," he added, glancing at Ventus and Ifrit, who were standing to the side.
Elder Yur, amused by the observation, suggested, "Let''s form two recruitment teams: one under my leadership and the other under Saxum''s. We are, arguably, the most level-headed and apt for this mission. The remainder can focus on protecting the village and gathering essential resources, be it wood, stone, or food."
Upon hearing this, William turned to James. "Which team do you prefer, Saxum''s or Elder Yur''s?"
James pondered the question, his brow knitted in thought. After a moment, he decided, "I don''t have a strong preference, but I''d like to go with Mister Saxum."
"Then I''ll join Elder Yur," William declared, smiling at both Saxum and Yur. "This way, we benefit from both of your insights."
"I''m in favor of this plan," Elder Yur confirmed with a nod.
Saxum agreed, "I have no objections." He then addressed the group, "Let''s commence forming our teams."
With those words, both Saxum and Elder Yur approached Ventus and Ifrit''s group, starting to pick members for their teams. Meanwhile, William turned back to Thorian and asked, "Are you also planning to join one of the two groups, Lord Thorian? Or will you stay here?"
"I''ll accompany Elder Yur," Thorian declared, confidence tinting his words. "Saxum and Robert are more than capable on their own, but I''m keen to witness Elder Yur''s methods firsthand."
Chuckling, William said, "That is fortunate. There are many matters on which I would love to hear your thoughts."
Thorian offered a soft smile in response. "The sentiment is mutual." Turning to James, whose anticipation was palpable, he remarked, "You seem quite excited."
"Of course!" James exclaimed. "This is the first time I get to do something like this. I''m still pinching myself to see if I''m dreaming."
Amused by James''s enthusiasm, Thorian ruffled his hair, suggesting, "It might take some time for them to organize the teams; enthusiasm will run high. Why not explore the Village Hall in the meantime? As a future vassal lord, it''ll become a familiar haunt for you."
"Oh yeah, that¡¯s true," James nodded. "I¡¯ve never been to such a place. I wonder what it looks like."
"Well, it¡¯s not the most exciting place in the world," Thorian quipped, gesturing for William, Robert, and Little Roo to join them. "But acquainting yourself with the hall''s receptionist sooner rather than later is wise."
"I just hope they''re more approachable than Locksley''s," William said with a hearty laugh. "Our old man only warmed up to me after my official lordship was recognized by the Fortress system."
"That''s a common trait among them," Thorian added with a laugh. "They navigate the uncertain waters of factional politics with caution, treating all as transient until confirmed by the proper channels."
William nodded, understandingly. "Their skepticism isn''t without merit."
As the group approached the Village Hall, James nudged Thorian. "Hey, Lord Thorian, I wanted to ask you something."
"And what would that be?" Thorian looked back at James with interest.
"So, we need more citizens to upgrade the village, right?" James asked. "Then why don''t we just bring in people from Locksley? We have a lot of people there, and we could grow the village very fast."
"That¡ is not as straightforward as you might think," Thorian sighed, exchanging a thoughtful glance with William. "However, it might be feasible to relocate some people. What''s your take, William? Would anyone be interested?"
Chapter 186: Green Leadership
Hearing Thorian''s question, William looked down in thought. "The fighters who have been participating in the dungeon expeditions have certainly warmed up to your people quite a bit over the past few days," William admitted, sighing, "But to leave their homes and come live here... We''ll have to see."
"That''s about the answer I would have expected," Thorian nodded, before turning his attention back to James, who was pouting. With a smile, Thorian ruffled the young boy''s hair. "Don''t worry, this is just a transitional period. Soon, people from Locksley will flock here."
With those words, the group reached the Village Hall. Upon entering, they were greeted by the receptionist, a middle-aged man with a short beard. "Grand Lord, Vassal Lord, welcome," the receptionist lightly bowed to Thorian and James, respectively. His gaze lingered on Thorian''s form for a second before he continued, "My name is Hansen. It''s a pleasure to meet you."
After exchanging some pleasantries with Hansen, the receptionist registered Robert and Little Roo as official citizens. He then showed them the bulletin board where they could accept their daily quests. After registering, the group made their way outside, where Saxum and Elder Yur had already formed their teams.
Glancing at Ifrit and Ventus''s group to the side, Thorian noticed the two staring daggers at Saxum. At this sight, Thorian chuckled inwardly. It seems Saxum was able to convince them somehow, even though they don''t seem too happy about it.
Ignoring the obvious tension, Thorian cleared his throat and announced, "It looks like everyone has reached a compromise. Then it is time to begin our expeditions. Good luck to all of you."
With those words, Thorian and William joined Elder Yur''s group, while James, Robert, and Little Roo made their way into Saxum''s ranks. For the sake of efficiency, the two groups decided to tackle different parts of the forest: Elder Yur''s group would take the northern side, while Saxum''s would scout the southern one.
"My lord, having you with us as we begin our expansion is a great honor," Elder Yur chuckled, walking beside Thorian. "With you by our side, we can conquer every tribe in the area."
"That is a lofty goal," Thorian nodded. "But for this expedition, I want to take a passive role. I want to see you in action."
Elder Yur raised an eyebrow at Thorian''s proclamation before nodding. "If that is the case, then I will not disappoint you, my lord."
With those words, Elder Yur marched to the front of the group, leaving William and Thorian some privacy.
After a few minutes of silence, William asked, "Do you have reservations about goblins?"
Hearing that question, Thorian''s face froze for a second. Clearing his throat, he replied, "What makes you say that?"
"Just your general demeanor," William admitted with a smile. "You seem to trust Saxum much more than Elder Yur."
Looking down in thought, Thorian took a few seconds to respond. "Goblins are a complex species, much like humans. Without proper limitations in place and systems that align their interests with mine, major issues would arise."
"So you''re saying they''re prone to greed? I can see that," William nodded, then adopted a contemplative look before asking, "But if that''s the case, why would you want them in your kingdom? Wouldn''t it be easier to just have kobolds who follow you because you are strong?"
"Creating a kingdom with just kobolds would be extremely hard," Thorian responded, sighing. "And it''s not that goblins don''t follow the strong; they do. But their nature to multiply rapidly means if I let them expand without restraint, the empire would become overrun with goblins."
"I understand your predicament. That certainly is a tough balance to manage," William nodded. "I assume that''s also one of the reasons you don''t want to flood your kingdom with humans."
"Humans are even more problematic," Thorian chuckled. "At least goblins don''t see kobolds and orcs as mortal enemies."
A deep silence followed Thorian''s statement, before William admitted, "It''s true that the bad blood we have is very hard to erase." He then looked up at the sky, pondering, "What were the gods thinking, bringing all kinds of creatures into this world and causing so much chaos?"
"That''s a question even I can''t answer," Thorian gritted his teeth. "But my intuition tells me they view this world as a mere playground, a way to alleviate their eternal boredom."
"They could just visit a prostitute for that," William spat. "What kind of twisted beings would kill millions just to keep their lives interesting?"
Thorian suppressed a chuckle at William''s comment. Taking a deep breath, he said, "Cursing the gods brings nothing but hatred and bitterness. The only thing we can do is carve out our haven in this hell the gods have thrown us into."
Hearing this, William fell into thought before smiling. "You know, the more I talk to you, the more you remind me of a friend very dear to me."
Thorian''s heart sank, and he froze for a moment in front of William.
"Is something wrong?" William asked, puzzled by Thorian''s reaction.
"No, it''s nothing," Thorian shook his head, continuing to walk beside William. "Who is this friend I remind you of?"
William furrowed his eyebrows at the odd behavior before shrugging. "He actually shares your name: Thorian, Thorian Steelblade. He''s the lord of a territory but lives in the south of the kingdom."
Thorian bit his lip, contemplating whether to reveal his identity to William.
However, before he could speak, William chuckled. "What am I thinking? Thorian is all the way in the lowlands, and he''s certainly no kobold. I just find the similarity in your personalities amusing."
Taking a deep breath, Thorian smiled. "This fellow seems interesting. I would certainly love to meet him someday."
"That would indeed be amusing," William laughed heartily.
The two continued walking, following Elder Yur, while Thorian''s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Are there now two Thorians in this world? What happened to my original body when I reincarnated into this new one? Did he die? Is there now two of us thinking we''re Thorian, or did something else happen?
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Letting out a deep sigh, Thorian could only come to one conclusion: At the end of the day, I don''t know what I don''t know. My questions can only be answered once I reach the lowlands, but that''s a goal far in the future.
While lost in his thoughts, William nudged Thorian, "Looks like we''ve found the first settlement."
With these words, Thorian snapped back to reality. Pushing aside his doubts, he focused solely on Elder Yur, who was approaching the guards of the goblin tribe they had found.
Thorian couldn''t understand the words Elder Yur spoke to the guards, but their reactions told him everything he needed to know. Fear and respect were etched on their faces, and they quickly opened a path for Yur and his group.
Goblin hierarchy certainly makes these matters easy, Thorian mused with a smile.
As they walked through the camp, Thorian observed a scene all too familiar. The desolate and destitute state of the goblins was similar to that of the Elder''s encampment they had ruled before.
Casting a curious glance at Elder Yur, Thorian noted his expression of discomfort and slight disgust.
Considering his background, this is the best I could have expected. If he had looked at his own kin with indifference, then a serious conversation would have been needed, Thorian thought with a sigh.
Upon reaching the main cave, Elder Yur spoke with the hobgoblin chief leading the goblin settlement. Initially, there was some disagreement, but after the chief saw the goblin champions standing by Yur''s side, he quickly relented. In less than an hour, all the goblins in the settlement were ready to follow Elder Yur back to the village.
Approaching Thorian, Yur asked, "What do you think, my lord? With my status as an elder, it was easy to make them submit to us and join our kingdom."
"The negotiations were fine," Thorian responded curtly, looking deep into Elder Yur''s eyes. "Tell me, how did you feel after seeing the state those goblins were in?"
Taken aback, Elder Yur paused to gather his thoughts before responding, "I honestly don''t know, my lord. By all accounts, this is our normal way of life. Had you asked me this question just a week ago, I would have said that I felt nothing. However, after living with you, it''s hard for me to maintain that opinion."
"Good," Thorian let out a relieved sigh, smiling. "Keep thinking about it, and understand what your true desires are."
While Elder Yur seemed confused by Thorian''s directive, the latter made his way toward William. The group then swiftly headed back to the village, bringing with them about sixty goblins and hobgoblins.
As they approached the village wall, William inquired, "So, how do you feel about the goblins now?"
"I''m not sure," Thorian shook his head. "But one thing I''ve learned is that people grow, whether they''re goblins or otherwise, as long as you change their reality."
"That''s certainly a poignant insight," William chuckled. "And hopefully, it continues to be true."
The group entered the village, and with Elder Yur''s guidance, the new goblins were registered as proper citizens. Soon after, Saxum returned alongside James and the rest, escorting a considerable cohort of fifty kobolds and kobloids.
¡°Good work,¡± Thorian commended as he approached the sand kobold. ¡°With these additions, our village can soon be upgraded to the second Stage.¡±
¡°Soon, my lord?¡± Saxum looked puzzled. ¡°Is there anything else we need to do?¡±
¡°We need experience points,¡± Thorian replied succinctly. ¡°And the best way to acquire them is through dungeon clears.¡±
¡°That could be problematic,¡± Saxum pondered. ¡°Most of us have already cleared the dungeons today.¡±
¡°Then it''s simple,¡± Thorian shrugged. ¡°Have those of our people who haven''t cleared the dungeons yet assist the newcomers. That should quickly give us the experience points we need.¡±
With that, Thorian left Saxum and returned to William and the others. Turning to young James, he asked, ¡°You''ve now observed the first recruitment expedition of your village. How was it?¡±
Scratching his chin, James shrugged, ¡°It was alright.¡±
Both William and Thorian chuckled at the response. ¡°What do you mean, ¡®It was alright¡¯? Didn¡¯t you like it?¡± Thorian inquired.
¡°Well, it was pretty neat seeing all the kobolds follow us,¡± James admitted. ¡°But I didn¡¯t really get to do much. Saxum did all the talking and fighting.¡±
¡°That¡¯s because Saxum is strong,¡± Thorian explained. ¡°If you want to earn true respect and lead effectively, you need to be strong too.¡±
¡°I understand,¡± James sighed, his fists clenched as his enthusiasm returned. ¡°Soon! I¡¯ll be strong like Mister Saxum!¡±
¡°That¡¯s the spirit,¡± William laughed, ruffling his son¡¯s hair.
Considering the situation, Thorian decided to check the amount of experience the territory had accumulated.
Display Territory Resources.
| Resources |
| Experience Gathered: |
1543 |
| Wood |
3256 |
It seems Ifrit and Ventus have been diligent in their hunting of thumpalopes, Thorian concluded. Excellent, this gives me enough to demonstrate to James how to upgrade the Class Statues.
With this in mind, Thorian motioned for James to follow him. ¡°Come, there¡¯s one last thing I need to show you as a new lord.¡±
Reaching the magus statue, James asked, ¡°What are you going to show me?¡±
¡°How to upgrade a guild,¡± Thorian replied. ¡°Now, take a step back and think, ¡®Upgrade Magus Statue¡¯.¡±
Following Thorian''s instructions, they stepped back, and the ground suddenly shook. In moments, the statue was enveloped by a modest wooden building.
¡°Wow, is that what an upgrade looks like?¡± James''s eyes widened in amazement. ¡°It happened so fast!¡±
¡°This is the magus guild. Here, you can purchase skill scrolls that grant magical abilities,¡± Thorian elaborated. ¡°You¡¯ll need to upgrade the other statues into guilds as well, fulfilling the requirements to advance the village to the second stage.¡±
¡°I get it,¡± James nodded. ¡°So, I just need to wait for more experience points, right?¡±
¡°That''s correct,¡± Thorian affirmed, patting the boy on the head before signaling to William. ¡°Let¡¯s head back.¡±
Approaching William, Thorian stated, ¡°I¡¯ve taught your son everything he needs to know about being a lord. Now, it¡¯s time for me to return to Wolvendale.¡±
¡°I understand,¡± William nodded. ¡°I¡¯ll stay here a few more hours, until the village is upgraded.¡±
After exchanging nods, Thorian offered some final advice to Saxum and Elder Yur before setting off for Wolvendale. Upon arrival, he headed straight to Brix¡¯s house, where he found Nox chatting with the shaman apprentice.
¡°Oh, my lord, have you completed your work in the new village already?¡± Brix expressed his surprise.
¡°My role was merely to assist at the beginning,¡± Thorian explained, giving Brix a thoughtful look. ¡°I wanted to ask you something. Would you be opposed to moving to the new village? James and the others really enjoyed your company and would like you to live with them.¡±
Brix pondered for a moment before smiling broadly, ¡°You mean I get to live with the vassal lord of the new village?¡±
¡°Exactly,¡± Thorian nodded. ¡°But the choice is yours. You decide whether to stay here or move there.¡±
¡°There¡¯s no need to decide; I¡¯ll be leaving as soon as possible,¡± Brix grinned, heading to his bedroom to start packing his clothes. Nox sighed at this development.
Noticing his friend¡¯s expression, Thorian gestured for Nox to follow him outside. Once in a somewhat private area, Thorian smiled broadly at Nox, ¡°You¡¯ve been patient, but the time has come to fulfill my promise. We¡¯re off to the abyss.¡±
Chapter 187: Narrative Floors
After Thorian''s announcement, the two met up with Vigil before they made their way to Locksley. As they reached the city gates, Oswald approached them, accompanied by two guards whose resolute faces belied their trembling hands.
"Lord Thorian, I presume you''ve come to challenge the abyss," Oswald inferred as he walked toward Thorian.
"That is correct," Thorian nodded.
"In that case, would you mind following me?" Oswald asked. "We can take a detour to minimize unrest."
"Certainly," Thorian conceded with a smile. As the trio followed Oswald and the two guards, Thorian struck up a conversation with the spearmaster. "You''ve been clearing dungeons alongside our people for a couple of days now, haven''t you?"
"Yes, Lord Thorian. I am immensely grateful for the opportunity," Oswald replied with a smile. "With your people''s assistance in the dungeons and my expeditions into the abyss, my growth has been nothing short of phenomenal. I have only you to thank for that."
Hearing those words, Thorian glanced at the two guards. While they pretended not to care, their continuous glances back at Thorian and Oswald revealed their interest in the conversation.
Turning his focus back to Oswald, Thorian shook his head. "Don''t mention it. We are now formal allies, and as such, I will spare no expense in supporting your growth." He paused for a second before asking, "Tell me truthfully, how was your experience with my people over these few days? And I''m not talking about your growth in power or levels."
Oswald looked down in thought for a second, prompting even Nox to look at him with interest. Finally, he admitted, "At first, I was certainly uncomfortable. The idea of being on the same team as a monster was something I could never have conceived of before." He then let out a deep breath before smiling. "But that''s all in the past now. Your people are no different from our own; they help each other, they care for their comrades'' well-being, and even though I was an outsider, they took me in like one of their own."
Hearing those words, Nox laughed. "Well, that''s obvious, isn''t it? Of course, they will care for you; you''re part of the team!"
"I guess you''re right, Nox," Oswald chuckled back. "My initial worries were completely unfounded."
With those words, the group continued on their way to the abyss. Taking a significant detour to reach the entrance of the underground tunnels, they shared their challenges and progress rates. Oswald, alongside Tristan and a few others, had already reached the ninth floor of the abyss. As a gesture of goodwill, Thorian shared his knowledge about the subsequent floors with the spearmaster. Engrossed in conversation, they soon reached the entrance of the tunnels.
¡°Lord Thorian, thank you for all the information you¡¯ve given me. It will certainly prove immensely helpful,¡± Oswald said with a light bow.
¡°Think nothing of it,¡± Thorian shook his head. ¡°Just make good use of it and continue to grow stronger. As allies, your strength benefits us, and our strength benefits you.¡±
After exchanging pleasantries, Thorian and his group descended into the tunnels, while Oswald and the two guards returned to the gates of Locksley.
¡°It looks like the integration is proceeding smoothly,¡± Vigil noted as they traversed the tunnels. ¡°At least with Oswald, he seems ready to embrace the change.¡±
¡°You mean living with us?¡± Nox inquired, surprised. ¡°That would be fantastic. If Oswald, Tristan, and James joined us in the village, it would be a lot of fun.¡±
¡°Whether they reside in the village or in Locksley doesn¡¯t matter much,¡± Thorian countered. ¡°As long as the people of Locksley are willing to mingle with us, you could come and go as you please.¡±
¡°I suppose you¡¯re right,¡± Nox conceded, appearing thoughtful. ¡°It does become tiring to always run on roofs and sneak around whenever I come to Locksley.¡±
¡°Soon, that won¡¯t be necessary,¡± Thorian assured.
The group continued until they reached the portal to the abyss. Joining hands, they stepped through, only to be engulfed by vibrant lights.
However, rather than arriving in a fully formed world as they had on previous floors, they found themselves in a white room.
¡°What is this?¡± Nox asked incredulously.
¡°This is... certainly different,¡± Vigil added, surveying the room. Aside from the white walls, there were three hovering figures that drew their attention.
The first was a young man with fair skin and brown eyes, dressed in a blue robe befitting a magus. The second, a brown-skinned old man with black eyes, donned a completely black cloak. The last was a middle-aged man with golden hair and fair skin, clad in a white robe and clutching a holy book.
¡°This marks the beginning of the narrative floors,¡± Thorian explained. ¡°The previous floors consisted mainly of defeating monsters and solving simple puzzles. That''s not the case with these narrative floors. We must unravel the mystery of the world within the tower to clear the quests of each floor.¡±
¡°That sounds very intriguing,¡± Vigil said, turning his attention back to the floating figures. ¡°But what about these entities? What are we supposed to do with them?¡±
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¡°These are residents of the tower¡¯s world,¡± Thorian clarified. ¡°We''ll inhabit their bodies, and through them, we''ll tackle the floor challenges.¡±
¡°How exciting,¡± Nox beamed, approaching the figures. ¡°Which one should I choose? They all seem quite interesting.¡±
¡°That''s an easy decision,¡± Thorian said, halting Nox before he could randomly choose a character. ¡°I''ll inhabit the body of the magi, Vigil will take the priest''s, and you will inhabit the assassin''s. This way, we can continue to utilize our usual skills without the confusion of explaining why a master assassin is employing only magical abilities.¡±
Nox chuckled at the idea, "Honestly, I just want to do it because it would be funny."
Thorian rolled his eyes at his friend''s nonchalant attitude, but continued to share all the critical information he could recall. "Narrative floors are challenging because each visit offers a vastly different experience. Even I''m navigating blindly here. However, it''s crucial that you play your role convincingly. If the inhabitants start suspecting that something is off, our task will become significantly harder."
"Don''t worry about that," Nox assured him with a chuckle. "I won''t make things difficult for us."
Nodding in response to Nox''s assurance, Thorian then said, "Let''s choose our characters then. Should we end up separated, just follow the quest''s instructions. As long as we do that, we''ll eventually regroup."
With that, Thorian moved his hand over the figure in the blue robe. As he did, a notification materialized before him.
| Character Information |
| Character Name |
Alan Smith |
| Description |
Alan Smith is an intermediate mage who graduated second in his class from the Arzak Magical Academy. After two years at the adventurers'' guild, he has been invited to the capital to continue his magical training at the royal magical court. |
| Restrictions |
All your stats, except for mana, will be capped under 100.
All skills remain unlocked.
Restrictions will gradually lift as you progress through the floors.
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| Do you wish to enter the twenty-first floor? |
Reviewing the character description and the restrictions, Thorian''s brow furrowed. So, I lose most of my physical abilities, but my mana and skills stay intact? That''s manageable. Compared to other restrictions I''ve encountered, these are minor.''
After considering the last notification, Thorian confirmed internally, Yes, I wish to enter.
The moment Thorian formed the thought, he was instantly transported from the white room, finding himself on the outskirts of a village. As people passed by, his attention was drawn to the floor quest that appeared before him:
| Welcome to the twenty-first floor of the abyss. |
| To clear this floor, complete the floor quest |
| Floor Quest |
Escort the noble, Elian Valtor, through the treacherous woodlands where both monsters and bandits roam. |
| Rewards |
200,000 Experience Points.
100,000 Arcane Coins.
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An escort quest to start with, huh? Thorian pondered. Based on my past experiences, there must be some underlying mystery. Narrative floors are infamous for their hidden complexities.
Despite reaching this conclusion, Thorian lacked any concrete leads. His best course of action was to focus on the main quest before exploring further.
I need to find this Elian Valtor.
With a clear objective, Thorian examined his new body. Gone was the familiar fur, replaced by a smooth blue robe that perfectly fit his smaller stature.
After adjusting to his appearance, Thorian discovered a yellow parchment in his pocket. It featured a detailed drawing of a noble''s face, identified below as "Elian Valtor."
So, in this world, Alan Smith accepted the escort quest from the adventurer''s guild, likely as a way to earn some travel money on his way to the capital.
Returning the parchment to his pocket, Thorian made his way to the village''s outskirts. Upon reaching the main road, he spotted a lavish cart befitting a noble.
It''s worth investigating.
Circling the cart, Thorian encountered the noble standing alongside a middle-aged man in a white robe. It took him a moment, but he soon recognized the man as Vigil, albeit in a new body.
"Seems like one of the escorts finally decided to show up," Elian remarked disdainfully, eyeing Thorian with scorn. "Now, we just need to wait for that old man. Who knows where he is? He might have even forgotten about his escort mission."
Thorian maintained his composure in the face of the noble''s rudeness, while Vigil seemed on the verge of retaliating before Thorian diffused the situation with a surge of mana.
¡°What was that?!¡± Elian exclaimed as he looked around, searching for the source of the disruption.
"I''m not sure, Lord Elian. Perhaps it was just a gust of wind?" Vigil feigned ignorance.
Elian''s face twisted in frustration before he stormed back into the cart. Once the noble was inside, Thorian approached Vigil. "I didn''t peg you for someone who lets emotions dictate their actions."
"I apologize, my lord," Vigil responded, bowing slightly. "I could not stand by idly while insults hurled your way."
¡°Never mind that,¡± Thorian shook his head. ¡°We need to find Nox as soon as possible, or else this noble will have us go to the capital without him.¡±
Chapter 188: Bandits
Looking back at the village, Thorian made a quick decision. "You stay here for now. I will go and look for Nox." With those words, Thorian rushed into the village. Even though all of his physical attributes had been reduced to less than half their original levels, he was still much faster than any magus had any right to be. As he sped past the villagers, they stared in shock at his speed.
However, Thorian had no time to consider the reactions of the people around him. With swift steps, he darted from one alley to the next before reaching the main road. It was a marketplace with stalls and shops on both sides of the street. Merchants shouted over each other, announcing their prices and the wares they sold.
Walking amidst the hustle and bustle, Thorian scanned every passerby. Since Nox had changed his appearance, he had to look carefully lest he miss him in the crowd.
As he neared the end of the main road, he heard the voice of an old man standing in front of a grilling stall. "Oh, how delicious," the old man remarked as he devoured a beef skewer. He then handed the owner some silver coins from his pocket. "Here you go."
Surprised by the amount of silver handed to him, the merchant''s eyebrows shot up. With a smile, he responded to the old man, "Thanks for coming! Hope you enjoyed the food!"
Realizing who the old man was, Thorian rolled his eyes before approaching him.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Thorian patted Nox on the back. "Have you forgotten we have an escort mission to complete?"
Looking back, Nox appeared confused for a moment before realization dawned on him. "Ah, Thorian?" He then scratched his head and said, "Sorry. I was looking for that Elian guy, but the village is so big. I couldn¡¯t find him."
"Let''s go. He is already waiting for us," Thorian sighed before gesturing for Nox to follow him. The sight of an old man following a young boy left the stall owner puzzled, but Thorian didn¡¯t have the luxury to care about his opinion. Given that Elian was a haughty and crude noble, Thorian was certain he would leave them behind in the village if they made him wait any longer.
As the two hurried through the village, Nox kept pace with Thorian even while jogging. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at Thorian, who was running at his full speed. "What happened to your speed? You¡¯re usually much faster than this."
"It¡¯s a character limitation," Thorian replied, infusing mana into his muscles to ease his breathing. "You should also have something like that, right?"
"Oh, that¡¯s true," Nox said, looking down pensively. "My restrictions were in mana, constitution, and strength. I haven¡¯t felt this weak in a long time."
"That shouldn¡¯t be a problem," Thorian shrugged. "It just means that the challenges we''re going to face on this floor only require this level of strength. With our high-tier skills, we should still have a massive advantage compared to a normal challenger."
Nodding at Thorian¡¯s words, the two quickly reached the outskirts of the village where they found Vigil waiting in front of the cart.
"Oh, that¡¯s you, Vigil?" Nox remarked with a chuckle as he approached the priest. "This form looks so odd on you. I¡¯m going to have a hard time adjusting."
"You say that, but look at you," Vigil shook his head. "Your personality and your new body couldn''t be more at odds."
As the two were talking, Thorian interrupted in a hushed voice, "We can''t use our old names when speaking to each other, especially not in front of others. What are your new names? Mine is Alan Smith."
"Oh, you''re right," Nox nodded. "My new name is Brian Nizari."
"Mine is Francis Lima," Vigil added.
"Good, remember those names," Thorian nodded. "And once we''re inside, play your roles convincingly."
With those words, Thorian led the way to the cart and gestured for Nox to sit on horseback alongside the driver. After entering the cart with Vigil, Thorian found Elian looking at them with a disgruntled expression, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Finally, now we can be on our way," Elian said before making his way to the front of the cart. He tapped the coachman''s shoulder and said, "Everyone is here. Let us depart at once."
With that, the coachman whipped the horses into motion, and the party set off into the forest. As they rode in the cart, Thorian surveyed his surroundings thoughtfully. It seems this Elian guy is from a minor noble family, or at least he''s not that important. Otherwise, we wouldn''t be riding in a single cart. Bodyguards normally have their own compartment.
Pushing these thoughts to the back of his mind, Thorian sat in silence with the rest of the passengers. Hours passed quickly before Elian finally initiated a conversation.
¡°You, what¡¯s your name?¡± Elian gestured at Thorian with a haughty expression. ¡°You look too young to be a court magician. Are you heading to the capital to become an adventurer?¡±
¡°My name is Alan Smith,¡± Thorian responded, masking his irritation with a calm expression. ¡°I¡¯m a recent graduate of Arzak. I¡¯m going to the capital because I received an invitation to the court.¡±
¡°Huh, they¡¯re really inviting just about anyone these days, aren¡¯t they?¡± Elian snickered. ¡°Well then, I hope your skills in magic are as polished as your tongue, Mister Court Magician.¡±
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Thorian simply nodded, offering no verbal response, which seemed to irritate Elian further.
Seeking to alleviate the tension, Vigil inquired, ¡°Lord Elian, if I may ask, why did you opt for adventurers as your bodyguards? Typically, nobles employ their own guards, correct?¡±
¡°Well, wouldn¡¯t you like to know, Father Francis,¡± Elian chuckled. ¡°Unfortunately, I cannot disclose much, as I am on a highly confidential mission. His grace entrusted me with vital information that must be delivered to the capital.¡±
¡°How splendid,¡± Vigil replied with a smile. ¡°His grace must hold a great deal of trust in you to assign such a significant mission.¡±
¡°Indeed!¡± Elian boasted, laughing heartily. ¡°Not many are aware, but I was close friends with the Duke of Silverwater during our time at the Knight¡¯s Academy.¡±
As Elian regaled Vigil with tales of yore, Thorian mused inwardly, A secret mission, huh? That part seems genuine enough. I should pay close attention to anything he mentions regarding this matter, as it looks to be relevant to the overarching plot of these narrative floors.
Engrossed in his thoughts, Thorian was jolted back to reality when the cart suddenly halted. Sensing the implication, he immediately stood up.
"Huh? What is happening?!" Elian shouted, confused by the situation.
"Let''s move out," Thorian gestured to Vigil, not bothering to answer the noble''s question.
As they stepped outside, they were met by dozens of bandits, their daggers and swords drawn menacingly.
"Bunch of amateurs," Thorian muttered under his breath before raising his staff. Stonewhirl Assault.
Five jagged rock cones materialized in front of Thorian. With a flick of his staff, he launched them towards the approaching bandits. Each rock cone impaled two attackers, then struck the ground, creating craters upon impact.
"An earth mage?" one of the bandits deduced, his eyebrows furrowed. He then looked beyond the cart and shouted, "Hey, Rolf, come here! We''ve got a mage to deal with!"
At his call, Nox emerged from the cart''s shadow. He casually tossed aside a severed head, "Is this the guy you were calling? Was his name Rolf?"
"Monsters..." the bandit muttered as he drew his sword. A fiery red aura enveloped his blade as he fixed his gaze on Thorian. "I''ll start with you, mage brat."
"Aura?" Thorian chuckled. "Well, let''s see how you handle this."
Flame Fury.
Thorian unleashed a massive fireball towards the bandit. The man, bracing himself, charged at the fireball and sliced through it with his sword. However, as soon as he let out a smug breath of relief, a barrage of fireballs rained down upon him. When the explosions ceased, the bandit''s body was nowhere to be found, and the surrounding area was engulfed in flames.
This will grow into a forest fire if I don''t stop it. With a sigh, Thorian raised his staff high into the sky. Deluge Cascade.
As he spoke, the sky above darkened, and torrents of rain began pouring down. Gradually, the fire that was spreading before Thorian was extinguished.
Turning back toward the cart, Thorian noticed the noble staring at him in disbelief.
"That''s impossible!" Elian exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock. "You can control three elements at the saint level? No young upstart fresh out of Arzak should be capable of that!"
Then, his expression turned contemplative as he gazed at Thorian. "Are you perhaps the offspring of a high-ranking magician in the court? No, given your proficiency, you could only be the progeny of the grand Mavis,¡± he muttered in a barely audible voice.
Observing Elian jump to his own conclusions, Thorian opted to neither confirm nor refute his speculations. Maintaining a composed demeanor, he walked past the noble and stated, "I''ll be sitting next to the coachman, so we don¡¯t have to halt for each band of bandits looking for trouble."
Snapping back to reality, Elian nodded in a hurried motion, his tone more respectful than before, ¡°As you wish.¡±
Thorian took his place next to Nox and the coachman, and the group resumed their journey to the capital. As the rain from Thorian''s spell ceased, he decided it was the opportune moment to commence his wind manipulation training.
When Thorian was seated inside the cart in front of Elian, he avoided showcasing his training to prevent any probing questions. Possessing limited knowledge about this world, he aimed to avoid any behavior that might arouse suspicion. Now, situated away from prying eyes, he could concentrate on his training without concerns.
As Thorian mulled over their encounter with the bandits, his thoughts were tinged with analysis and caution. That bandit was strong enough to slice through a large fireball; that¡¯s no easy feat. Yet, the reaction from Elian suggests my powers are among the upper echelons in this world. The only conclusion I can reach is that the bandit was abnormally strong.
The journey through the forest pressed on, with Thorian honing his wind manipulation skills, while Nox and the coachman engaged in light conversation. The monotony was occasionally broken by attacks from goblins, wolves, and other monstrous beings inhabiting the woods.
As they neared the capital, encounters with bandits grew more frequent. Though handling aura wielders was a nuisance, Thorian and Nox dispatched them without difficulty. This, however, led Thorian to a grim realization.
Someone is after Elian''s life.
The once jovial coachman had grown tense, his earlier banter replaced by a focused silence, as he urged the horses forward at their fastest pace.
"Are bandits this common?" Thorian inquired, noting the unusually high number of encounters. "We''ve just dispatched ten groups of them."
"No, this is definitely not normal," the coachman replied with evident concern. "Something''s not right, and I really don¡¯t want to stay to know what the problem is."
Thorian sighed, turning his attention back to the road ahead. It was then that a peculiar sight caught his eye¡ªa cloud of dust rising in the distance.
"What''s that?" Nox asked, noticing the same disturbance.
Sensing something amiss, Thorian commanded, "Stop!"
Confused but compliant, the coachman reined in the horses, bringing the cart to a halt.
"What? What''s happening?" Elian peered out from the cart, puzzled by the abrupt stop, only for Thorian to silence him with a gesture.
From their position, Thorian couldn''t employ his Elemental Sight or Predator''s Gaze to identify the source of the disturbance. Still, he had other senses to rely on.
With everyone hushed, Thorian listened intently. Initially, he heard nothing out of the ordinary, but as he tuned in to the ambient sounds of the forest, a distant rumbling became discernible.
Could that be... a monster wave?
Chapter 189: Revolution
Realizing the danger they were about to face, Thorian immediately looked back inside the cart.
"Father Francis, stay here to protect Lord Elian in case this is a diversion," Thorian directed. He then looked at Nox and said, "Nizari, we will have to go and face the monster horde to buy time."
After giving his orders to his subordinates, Thorian looked back at the coachman, whose face was as pale as a sheet. "Sir, you will have to take a detour to reach the capital. Push these horses as fast as you can!"
With a nod from the driver, Thorian and Nox leaped off the cart, leaving Elian terrified and confused. Vigil immediately jumped out of the cart and sat next to the coachman before he blessed the horses with his spells. With a whip from the coachman, the horses ran at an unimaginable speed, dragging the cart into a small trail that branched off the main road.
Seeing that the cart was on its way to the capital, Thorian focused back on the direction of the monster wave. By this time, he could clearly hear the thumping.
"What¡¯s the plan, Thorian?" Nox asked. "Should we just annihilate them?"
"We¡¯ll see about that," Thorian bit his lower lip. "For now, I''ll just block their charge."
Jumping atop a tree, Thorian got a better view of the incoming horde. Hundreds of tigers, giant boars, dire wolves, fire foxes, and white bears were rushing toward them. However, those were not the most dangerous threats. In the sky, giant bald eagles soared, led by a pack of half-griffins.
Aerial monsters too? That''s going to be a hassle, Thorian gritted his teeth. But what could have caused such a large monster wave? Someone must have definitely triggered it.
Pushing thoughts of the perpetrator aside, Thorian refocused on the issue at hand. Thankfully, the aerial monsters are less numerous, so we can focus on them last.
With a plan in mind, Thorian looked back at Nox. "Do you think you could deal with those overgrown birds?"
"That would be easy," Nox chuckled. "Just leave them to me and focus on stopping the monsters on the ground."
With the tasks delegated, Thorian¡¯s attention fully shifted to the land monsters. Raising his staff high in the air, he conjured his first spell: Earth Wall.
At his incantation, the ground shifted, and a massive wall of dirt was erected, blocking the path of the incoming monsters. However, without wasting much time, they split into two groups and sidestepped the wall entirely.
Seeing this, Thorian furrowed his eyebrows. Well, at least half of them are no longer on a collision course with the cart. They don''t seem to be intentionally targeting it.
With these thoughts, Thorian rushed from one branch to the next to gain some ground on the charging monsters. At the same time, he looked up to the sky to see Nox''s progress.
The old man used his high agility to jump into the sky and, using his spider silk ability, cut down one giant bald eagle after another. After taking care of all the eagles, he imbued his spider silk ability with his shadow manipulation, turning it even more deadly. In a dance of thin shadows, he slashed through the half-griffins with ungodly speed.
Looks like I was worried about nothing, Thorian smiled, focusing entirely on his own task. Glancing at the segment of the monster horde diverted towards the cart, he quickly formulated a plan in his head.
After predicting their path, Thorian gained some distance from the monsters before raising three earth walls in the shape of an incomplete square. The moment the monsters were herded into the structure, Thorian conjured the last earth wall, sealing them inside completely.
However, this was only a temporary measure. The monsters were strong, and they could easily break through the earth walls with their power. As such, Thorian jumped atop one of the earth walls and began casting his old combination spell.
Tornado. Fire Pillar.
The screams of pain as the fiery tornado seared the monsters¡¯ skin and burned their flesh echoed to the heavens. Yet, Thorian was not finished yet.
Flame Fury.
Raising his staff high in the air, he conjured twelve great fireballs, launching them into the monster trap. The explosions were continuous, and any monster not already obliterated by the fiery tornado was certainly destroyed by Thorian¡¯s second spell.
"Are you done here, Thorian?" Nox landed next to Thorian, having finished off all the aerial monsters.
Looking back at the destruction inside the earth wall trap, Thorian nodded. "Yeah, the monsters are dead. I just need to take care of the fire before we go back to the cart."
With those words, Thorian conjured an Aqua Vortex, extinguishing all of the flames raging between the four walls. Soon, the earthen walls crumbled, leaving behind only a square area of black mud and soot. Where trees once stood, only the charred bones of the monsters now protruded from the ground.Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.
Without a word, Thorian and Nox hurried back into the forest, following the cart''s trajectory. Using his Elemental Sight, Thorian scanned the area ahead until he could discern the bright silver and golden mana signature of Vigil.
"Oh, we''ve found them," Nox smiled, looking in the same direction.
Beastly senses, huh? Its area of effect is decent, considering it''s a lower-ranked skill.
As they approached the cart, Elian poked his head out, asking in a terrified voice, "What happened? Are the monsters dead? Are they no longer coming for us?"
"Don''t worry," Nox chuckled. "All the monsters heading towards the cart are dead."
While Elian let out a sigh of relief, Thorian walked over to Vigil and asked, "Did any bandits come and attack you in the meantime?"
"They did," Vigil nodded, his eyebrows furrowed. "And not just bandits, assassins too."
Sighing at this revelation, Thorian turned back to Elian. "Someone wants you dead badly. What kind of information do you have that they would go to such extreme lengths?"
Hearing this, Elian clenched his fists. "Like I said, this is a very secret mission. I can''t say much, but I can tell you that a conspiracy is brewing within the capital; one that reaches much higher than you could imagine."
Seeing that Elian was not going to say much more, Thorian let the matter rest. Looking back at the coachman, he said, "Let''s go. We aren''t far from the capital now."
The coachman felt a wave of relief wash over him at Thorian''s words. Without waiting another second, he whipped the horses. Vigil also used his blessing magic on the horses to increase their agility, constitution, and strength.
"What an unusual blessing, Father Francis," Elian remarked. "I''ve rarely seen a golden and silver blessing. By any chance, is your patron deity Miraphor, the goddess of the sun and the moon?"
Hearing this question, Vigil was stumped. He didn''t have enough knowledge about the world to know if it was safe to answer.
While Vigil stumbled over his words, Elian shook his head. "It''s fine, you don''t need to say. I understand that some priests prefer to keep their patron deity a secret."
"Thank you for your understanding," Vigil let out a sigh of relief.
While the two were talking, Thorian focused on training his wind manipulation. There was still some time before they reached the capital, and he wanted to use it fruitfully.
After ten minutes had passed, they could finally see the great walls of the capital in the distance, eclipsed only by the high palace that stood above everything in the city.
However, Thorian was not captivated by the beauty of the capital. Instead, his focus was on the notification that hovered in front of him.
| Congratulations. Your skill "Wind Manipulation I" has been upgraded to "Wind Manipulation II" |
| Wind Manipulation II |
| Description |
Advancing from the core competencies acquired in Wind Manipulation I, this upgraded ability empowers users with heightened finesse and variety in manipulating air. With Wind Manipulation II, practitioners unlock first-advancement level wind skills, marking a considerable enhancement in both prowess and manipulation. This stage enables the creation of more complex and powerful wind-based techniques, limited only by the practitioner''s imagination, increased mana capacity, and enriched comprehension of wind manipulation. |
| Proficiency |
0% |
"Looks like we''ve arrived at our destination," Nox announced with a smile as the coachman led the cart to the end of the line of people trying to enter the capital.
"Finally," Elian''s eyes widened as he looked at the capital before them. His eyebrows then furrowed as he noticed the line in front of them. "And why are we standing behind these peasants? You''re carrying a noble, so take the right lane."
Nodding at Elian''s command, the coachman steered the horses to the side. The right lane was empty, save for a few large carts that exuded nobility. Within a few minutes, they reached the front of the line.
After the guards checked their identities, Elian, alongside Thorian and his group, stepped out of the cart. As they entered the capital, a cascade of notifications appeared in front of Thorian.
| Congratulations, you have successfully cleared Hidden Quest #1: Kill all bandit groups. |
| Congratulations, you have successfully cleared Hidden Quest #2: Discover the hints of the Conspiracy. |
| Reward Updated |
+200,000 Experience Points
+100,000 Arcane Coins
|
Level up!
Level up!
"We''re done now?" Nox asked, browsing through his notification.
"Yeah, we practically are," Thorian nodded. However, just as he was about to leave the area, he noticed something alarming. A young boy with a determined gaze was rushing towards the unsuspecting Elian.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Thorian dashed towards the young boy in an attempt to intercept him. But the moment he tried, his hand passed through the young boy''s body as if he were insubstantial.
With a look of shock on his face, Thorian turned around to see the young boy plunging a knife deep into Elian''s heart.
"Long live the revolution!"
Chapter 190: Unsatisfying End
Observing the scene, Thorian stood dazed for a moment as guards rushed toward Elian. They didn''t walk past him or push him aside; instead, they moved straight through his body as if he didn''t exist in the same physical dimension.
"What in the world is happening?" Nox joined Thorian''s side, his expression one of profound confusion. Gazing at the noble''s lifeless body and the guards detaining the young boy, he stood in shock, "I¡ I can''t even begin to understand this situation."
"How did they pass through you as if you don''t exist, my lord?" Vigil approached Thorian, his face mirroring the confusion. "And that young boy, too. You should''ve been able to stop him, but he passed through you as if he were made of air."
"The floor quest is complete," Thorian explained after gathering his thoughts. "Our task for this floor is done, and the world no longer acknowledges our existence."
Looking at Elian''s dying body on the floor, Nox sighed, "Talk about a pointless quest. We had to protect him from a hundred different bandits along the way, only for some random kid to come and finish the job."
"That means his death was inevitable," Thorian responded. "These floors appear to be recreations of events that have already occurred in some other world. Our job is likely to uncover the mysteries hidden within and alter the history of this world."
"That''s quite the mission we''ve been given," Vigil chuckled. He then glanced back at the guards carrying Elian''s body away. "If that''s the case, what was the purpose of this floor? It certainly doesn''t seem to be ensuring the noble''s safe passage."
"It probably relates to the secret information he was meant to convey," Thorian concluded, before biting his lip. "It''s unfortunate we couldn''t get the whole story from him, but he did leave us some clues. As we proceed to the next floors, we must keep those clues in mind."
He then let out a deep sigh before facing his comrades with a renewed expression. "Regardless, this is now in the past. Elian''s death was inevitable. Let''s return to the real world; it must be late at night out there."
With those words, Thorian and his party teleported out of the abyss and returned to the surface. As Thorian had surmised, the two moons shone in the night sky. The city was eerily quiet, with only a few guards roaming around, their lamps and torches lighting the way.
Having completed their task in Locksley, the group quickly departed the city and headed to Wolvendale. Upon reaching the village, they found most inhabitants already asleep, with only the guards on the outer wall and patrolling guards still awake.
Yawning, Nox remarked, "It seems we''re well past bedtime. I''m pretty tired too."
"Then let''s head home," Thorian smiled. "Upgrading the village facilities can wait until tomorrow when I''m more alert."
After saying goodnight to Vigil, the two made their way home. Not wanting Nox to keep sleeping on the couch, Thorian used the remaining stone units to upgrade the house to a tier 3 one.
The stone house was not only more robust but also significantly larger, boasting two bedrooms, a living room, and even an old toilet. After ensuring Nox and Magnus were comfortable in their new room, Thorian went to bed and fell asleep instantly.
* * *
Oswald Strongheart POV
Earlier in the day
The days following Locksley''s liberation from Nalia''s grip seemed to blur together. Oswald spent his time from dawn until dusk engrossed in either dungeon exploration, diving into the abyss, or managing the reforms his lord had initiated. He was aware that if he allowed himself any downtime, it would be consumed by alcohol and frivolous company. Oswald was determined not to succumb to such distractions or to wallow in self-pity.
Gripping his spear firmly, Oswald shook off his wandering thoughts and focused on the task at hand. The Armored Gilded Spiketail let out a ferocious screech as it was bombarded from all sides. Great fireballs and pillars of flame melted its exoskeleton and boiled its flesh from within. The rapid strikes and slashes from the assassin hindered its mobility, and the ice shields enveloping them rendered the monster''s attacks futile.
With a powerful war cry, Oswald unleashed his aura thrust technique, his spear glowing with a brilliant green light. He leaped forward and drove his spear deep into the Spiketail''s mouth, piercing its brain.
As the guardian collapsed, and the dungeon lady''s voice declared their victory, Oswald turned to Aqua, who stood at the entrance of the golden grotto, looking down at them. "It seems we''ve grown accustomed to the third layer; it''s not much of a challenge anymore," Oswald observed, glancing at Aqua. "Do you think it''s time to advance to the fourth?"
His human teammates, intrigued and eager, looked at Oswald as he made his suggestion, their faces alight with curiosity and anticipation. They too were keen to progress to the fourth floor, anticipating the enhanced experience points and rewards it promised.
"Not yet," Aqua replied, shaking his head. "The difficulty spike from the third to the fourth layer is significant. At your current level, the treant''s roots would hinder you excessively, and the toxic gas filling the room would slowly overcome you."
"Come on, didn''t you mention it has a clear weakness?" David, the human assassin, challenged Aqua with a smirk. "With my speed, I could easily bypass its roots and destroy its core."You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.
Upon hearing this, Aqua jumped into the room, chuckled, then addressed David, "Oh, I wasn''t aware your agility stat had already surpassed 150. If that''s the case, I see no issue. Feel free to tackle the fourth layer alone and take on the corrupted treant."
Caught off-guard, David stuttered and looked down, embarrassed, as the rest of the party burst into laughter.
"I''ve never witnessed such an immediate reality check," John, the party''s priest, laughed heartily. "That must be a new record."
"Hey, I''m still hopeful!" David retorted, then started to count on his fingers. "I just need... 19 more levels to hit an agility of 150."
"You''ll need fewer than that," Aqua chuckled. "Once you upgrade your class, you''ll gain an additional 10 points per level."
After their light-hearted banter, the party distributed the dungeon rewards. Fortunately, the treasure chest was of golden quality and contained a set of yellow storm light armor for Oswald.
With the rewards shared, the group exited the dungeon and returned to Locksley. As they approached the city gates, David remarked, "Exploring dungeons alongside monsters, huh? Imagine the surprise people would have if they knew what we were up to."
"When you put it like that, it does sound strange," John agreed. "But we''re not teaming up with just any monsters. We''re allied with exceptionally strong, sentient creatures. Honestly, apart from their appearance, I see no difference between them and regular people."
"The appearance is the key issue," Blair, the fire mage, mused. "Living with the kobolds for a while, you get used to it. But that initial shock is hard to ignore."
"Yeah, if the lord intends to further this alliance, overcoming that shock is our biggest hurdle," John sighed. He then turned to Oswald and asked, "What about you, boss? What''s your take on these kobolds?"
Reflecting for a moment, Oswald replied, ¡°Honestly, I prefer them over most people. They''re straightforward, direct, and don''t harbor secrets. They''re more my kind of crowd.¡±
Hearing this, John paused for a second before chuckling, ¡°Of course, that''s your take, boss.¡±
While Oswald looked puzzled at John''s reaction, David chimed in, ¡°Hey boss, fancy a trip to the pub afterwards? Drinks on me.¡±
¡°Drinks on you?¡± John raised an eyebrow in disbelief. ¡°Has a second sun risen today? Oh wait, it has.¡±
¡°Shut it, you idiot. And you should shower more frequently than once a month, you smell worse than the rats in the sewers,¡± David pushed John playfully, his annoyance clear. ¡°I wasn¡¯t speaking to you; I was addressing the boss.¡±
¡°Unfortunately, I have responsibilities to attend to,¡± Oswald replied with a smile. ¡°But you guys should enjoy yourselves. You¡¯ve earned a break for today.¡±
¡°Always with the work, boss. You need to relax a bit,¡± John advised, clapping Oswald on the shoulder. His expression briefly turned serious before he smiled again, ¡°Just look after yourself, alright?¡±
¡°I will, don¡¯t worry,¡± Oswald reassured him.
With that, the group dispersed. Oswald braced himself for the tasks ahead, taking a deep breath before his expression solidified with resolve. After conquering the sixth, seventh, and eighth floors of the abyss with his main team, he shifted his focus to Locksley-related duties.
His work involved overseeing the recruitment process initiated by his lord, William. After welcoming the new recruits, he managed the food distribution system they had implemented. Most of the arcane coins collected from quests, dungeon raids, and the abyss were pooled to purchase food rations from the shop.
This system was far from perfect, but in a world where many citizens couldn¡¯t earn arcane coins through economic activities, it was the best solution available. Thankfully, the monster king, Thorian, assured them that this situation was temporary. As they upgraded the fortress system, more opportunities for citizens to earn arcane coins would emerge.
Having completed these tasks, Oswald¡¯s last duty was dealing with the recent insurrection. In the previous day''s election, the head of the Bloodworth family had tried to sneak his name onto the ballot. With support from the Bloodworths, Callfields, and other minor noble families, they aimed to overthrow the lord and seize control of Locksley through the fortress system.
Such a desperate and foolish attempt to cling to power. They¡¯ve completely misjudged Locksley''s current state.
Oswald, being a first advancement spearman, faced no danger in arresting them. Most nobles and their guards had remained isolated in their homes throughout the chaos, failing to grasp the shift in power dynamics until it was too late. While Nalia was alive, they relied on her and her organization for protection. But those days were over, and they were now vulnerable, dependent on the mercy of the stronger forces.
After guiding Thorian and his team to the abyss''s entrance, Oswald headed to the lord¡¯s palace to meet with William.
¡°My lord,¡± Oswald knocked on the door to William¡¯s study.
After a few seconds, William emerged, rubbing his eyes and sighing from the paperwork he had been buried in before his expression softened and he smiled at Oswald, ¡°How did you handle the nobles who attempted that quaint coup yesterday?¡±
¡°We¡¯ve incarcerated them,¡± Oswald reported. ¡°They¡¯re now in the main prison''s lower floor, awaiting your judgment.¡±
Nodding, William said, ¡°Let''s deal with that now. Lead the way.¡±
Oswald led William to the tower on Locksley''s edge. Initially destroyed by monster hordes during the apocalypse, it had been restored after fully implementing the fortress system.
As they entered the tower, Oswald couldn''t help but inquire, ¡°James is living in Thorian¡¯s new village, correct?¡±
¡°Yes, I spent most of today there,¡± William confirmed. ¡°It went better than expected. The walls and fortifications have been raised, so there should be no external threats to him. As for Thorian¡¯s people, I observed them all day, with and without Thorian. They seemed extremely loyal to him and, as instructed, showed great respect for James.¡±
¡°That''s reassuring,¡± Oswald expressed relief. ¡°Frankly, I feel more comfortable with James among Thorian¡¯s people than if he were surrounded by humans. At least with the monsters, their intentions are transparent, and they don¡¯t engage in deceitful schemes.¡±
¡°That¡¯s true for the kobolds and orcs,¡± William agreed. ¡°However, generalizing can be risky and expose you to unforeseen dangers. It¡¯s important to see reality for what it is, not what you wish it to be.¡±
Oswald frowned, puzzled by William''s caution, but before he could seek clarification, they arrived at the basement where the nobles were detained.
¡°William, you¡¯ll regret this!¡± Varen, head of the Bloodworth family, yelled bitterly.
¡°Do you think the people will remain silent as you dispose of us?¡± the head of the Callfield family spat on the ground. ¡°Will they really accept you as their lord when you ally with literal monsters?¡±
¡°That concern is mine to address,¡± William stated coldly. ¡°As for you, I¡¯ll decide your fate.¡±
He then turned to Oswald with an icy gaze and commanded, ¡°End their suffering.¡±
Chapter 191: Witness of Grandeur
Waking up from his slumber, Thorian began his day as he always did. He cleaned himself, coaxed Nox out of sleep, and then headed to the Cultivation Hall with an Elixir in hand. The two then spent the next two and a half hours meditating.
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| Cultivation Realm |
Qi Gathering Seventh Stage (58.2%) |
Satisfied with his progress, Thorian and Nox proceeded to clear all the dungeon layers of the day before returning to the village. As they reached the sprawling walls of Wolvendale, alongside the main teams that cleared the fifth layer of the Verdant Labyrinth, Thorian signaled Forlune to join him privately.
¡°Is something the matter, my lord?¡± Forlune asked as they walked away from the group.
¡°Yesterday, you made your intentions of becoming the vassal lord of one of the new villages very clear,¡± Thorian began before cautioning in a serious tone, ¡°But do you understand what that means?¡±
¡°I¡¯m not sure, my lord¡¡± Forlune frowned. ¡°Do you oppose it?¡±
Taking a moment to exhale, Thorian clarified, ¡°Becoming a vassal lord now means you wouldn''t be able to fulfill your duties as a general anymore. A general¡¯s duty cannot be done half-heartedly, and you wouldn''t be able to give it your all while focusing on managing and growing your own village.¡± He paused, then added, ¡°So, you''re faced with a choice: being a vassal lord or being a general.¡±
Hearing these words, Forlune looked down, his eyebrows furrowed. He then bit his thumb, saying, ¡°I really don¡¯t want to lose my position as general¡¡± He then scratched his head in frustration before taking a deep breath. Looking at Thorian, he asked, ¡°Does becoming a vassal lord immediately prevent me from being the general, no matter what?¡±
¡°At this current moment, yes,¡± Thorian nodded. ¡°However, I do envision a future where our kingdom is large enough for you to hold both positions simultaneously. You could have people you trust deeply oversee your domain while you fulfill your duties as a general.¡±
¡°And who would those people be?¡± Forlune inquired, scratching his head.
¡°Aqua, for one,¡± Thorian replied with a smile. ¡°In my eyes, he is already your right-hand man. With his intellect, he is the most suited for such a task.¡±
¡°That¡¯s true; he has a knack for such things,¡± Forlune chuckled. He then took a deep breath, a contemplative look in his eyes. ¡°Right now, losing the general position for just a small village next to Wolvendale doesn¡¯t seem smart. I¡¯d rather wait and rule a region far from here, like those human dukes.¡±
¡°I quite like your ambitions,¡± Thorian responded with a smile. ¡°So, it shall be. Soon, you¡¯ll find such a dominion under your control, before you even realize it.¡±
Forlune laughed, shaking his head. ¡°That¡¯s still too far in the future to dream about. But what about the two last villages? Who will rule them?¡±
After a moment''s thought, Thorian replied, ¡°Some of our council members haven¡¯t had the chance to stand out, given the fierce competition here in Wolvendale. Allowing them to take on this role will give them a greater sense of purpose and help them grow into their own.¡±
"I know who you''re talking about," Forlune said with a smile. "I''m sure they would welcome the opportunity."
With a pat on Forlune''s shoulder, Thorian issued his directive. "Gather the council. Let''s resolve this matter and start on the two villages this afternoon."
Turning to leave, Thorian was called back by Forlune. "My lord, one last thing. When are we planning to tackle the third layer of the Thunderous Citadel?"
After a brief pause, Thorian smiled and replied, "Soon."
Thorian then headed back to the inner village. As he observed the houses and buildings, he suddenly raised an eyebrow. I forgot about the Tailor''s Atelier and the Carpenter''s Workshop.
Covering his face in embarrassment, Thorian sighed. The past few days had been so hectic that he had let critical plans slip through his mind. At this point, I might need a secretary just to keep track of all the tasks I need to complete in a day.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.
Shaking off those thoughts, Thorian toured the inner village until he found suitable spots for the two new buildings.
Build Tailor¡¯s Atelier and Carpenter¡¯s Workshop.
With that thought, the two buildings were quickly constructed. After notifying Hewer of the new Workshop, Thorian headed to the meeting place in the outer area of the village.
As he sat down on a log, Thorian turned to Zogarth and said, "Before we start our meeting, I''d like to inform you that I''ve just established two buildings: the Tailor¡¯s Atelier and the Carpenter''s Workshop. I want our focus today to be on staffing those two buildings."
"As you wish, my lord," Zogarth nodded. "As you¡¯ve instructed me yesterday, I''ve already brought in as many blacksmiths and alchemists as their buildings could accommodate. There are still many civilians seeking employment, and this opportunity will be most welcome for them."
Smiling at Zogarth''s response, Thorian turned his attention to the rest of the council. "As you''re aware, Forlune has gathered you to discuss the matters concerning the two villages. For the first one, I''d like Vivax and Lapis to share leadership. You can decide among yourselves who will be the official vassal lord."
"Thank you for this great honor, my lord!" Vivax''s expression transformed from shock to pure happiness. "We will never forget this honor."
"I have high expectations for both of you," Thorian nodded at them before directing his gaze to Elder Jarv. "Jarv, I want you to support them as a counselor. You''ll represent your species within the village, and it''s your duty to ensure that everyone works in harmony for the good of the kingdom."
Elder Jarv bowed in response to Thorian''s words. "I will ensure that your will is executed to the letter, my lord."
"Good," Thorian nodded again, then turned to his general with a smile. "Zogarth, I want to include some representation for the orcs in the last village. Do you have someone in mind who would fit this role?"
"I do," the general nodded. "Yorden has been fighting by my side since the beginning. Aside from myself, he is the strongest orc. I am confident he would make an excellent vassal lord."
Thorian nodded, then cast a glance at the two goblin shamans. Elder Oom looked peaceful, while Elder Jarv appeared concerned about him.
How interesting.
Thorian waited a few seconds to see if Elder Oom¡¯s expression would change, but it remained the same. As I suspected, he is quite different from the other two elders. What exactly are your goals, Elder Oom?
After a pause, Thorian turned fully to face Elder Oom. "That would leave the goblins without a vassal lord, which certainly wouldn¡¯t be fair. Elder Oom, would you be interested in being a co-vassal lord with Yorden? You two would have equal say in the matters of the village under my leadership."
Elder Oom''s expression shifted from peacefulness to confusion, then he shook his head. "I do not believe that would be a wise choice, my lord. Unless the two are in perfect harmony, having two vassal lords could only lead to chaos and strife. We would be satisfied if you simply allowed one of our goblin champions to be a counselor to Yorden."
"You do not wish to take that role for yourself," Thorian remarked with raised eyebrows, surprised.
"My lord, I would rather stay here next to you," Elder Oom responded with a light bow.
Taking a moment to process these words, Thorian finally nodded. "Then it shall be so." He then addressed the rest of the council. "Since the discussions about the two villages are concluded, this meeting is now adjourned. The vassal lords are tasked with forming their initial team members before we reconvene in two hours. My only requirement is that the teams be composed of an equal mix of our three species."
With that declaration, Thorian stood, prompting the council members to quickly disperse. However, before Elder Oom could leave, Thorian signaled for him to stay.
"My lord, is there something you wish to discuss?" Elder Oom inquired, puzzled.
Pausing briefly, Thorian asked, "What do you seek?"
Seemingly caught off guard, Elder Oom pondered for a moment. "Is this about my refusal of the co-vassal position?"
With a nod from Thorian, Elder Oom smiled. "My lord, I believe your destiny extends far beyond this forest or these few villages. Observing you over the days and weeks, I am convinced you are destined to rule this country and achieve even greater feats. I do not wish to be sent off to some village, concerned only with its management. I want to witness your rise, to be part of the legend you are creating."
Thorian''s expression momentarily stiffened before a broad smile spread across his face. "Then I shall not disappoint you." His attention then shifted to Elder Jarv, who had been silently observing from a distance. "Your friend is waiting; you may go."
Elder Oom chuckled as he glanced back. "I already know what he''s going to say, and I assume you do too."
"Not everyone shares your perspective, Elder Oom," Thorian replied, shaking his head as he walked away, leaving the two elders to their conversation.
Without resorting to any special abilities, Thorian understood Elder Jarv''s perspective. As an Elder Shaman, his motivations and beliefs were inherently aligned with his own and his species'' interests.
But Elder Oom is different. His presence, along with Elder Yur¡¯s recent change of heart, gives me hope for the goblins.
Chapter 192: What’s the opposite of greed?
Elder Jarv¡¯s POV
Jarv was an elder, a position he earned after years of hard work under the previous elder. This status afforded him privileges that even champions did not possess. Though physically stronger, they were still his subordinates, as this was the way of the goblins. Throughout the latter half of his life, he enjoyed absolute control and power within his community. However, when the apocalypse occurred and they were forced into this world, he had to relinquish some of that control upon allying with two other goblin tribes. Nevertheless, he remained at the top of the pyramid, matched only by fellow elders.
However, the situation changed dramatically when Thorian appeared. Thorian defeated all their mightiest champions single-handedly, leaving him and the other elders astonished. They had no choice but to join him. Refusal would have meant Thorian imposing his will through sheer force.
Joining Thorian''s retinue did offer significant benefits; Elder Jarv increased his strength tenfold and evolved into a mystic shaman. His connection with his deity strengthened, allowing him to wield more divine power. Yet, he also lost his top position, now ranking below not only Thorian but also his two generals, Forlune and Zogarth.
Therefore, when the opportunity to become a vassal lord arose, Jarv assumed all the elders would seize it. They would rule their own communities as kings, only occasionally answering to Thorian. That was his belief, but the reality before him proved otherwise.
Just what is Oom thinking about? Did he go mad?
Thorian offered him the chance to become a co-vassal lord, yet Oom discarded it. Had Jarv been given the same opportunity, he would have seized it eagerly. There was no need to hesitate. With such a position, he could establish a large goblin base within the village, commanding obedience due to his status as an elder. His status would return to what it was before Thorian''s arrival, but now he would lead a far more formidable force.
So, why would Oom reject this offer? Does he have other plans?
Observing Thorian and Elder Oom converse privately, Elder Jarv waited patiently, eager to discern the motives behind his fellow elder''s decision.
"Sorry for making you wait," Oom approached Jarv, pulling him from his thoughts. With a knowing smile, Oom inquired, "It seems you have much to discuss with me."
Unable to read Oom''s expression, Jarv hesitated for a moment before scoffing and motioning for the elder to follow. "Let''s talk as we walk."
Once they were in a more secluded location, Elder Jarv began, "What were you thinking, rejecting that offer, Oom? Do you not realize your position? You''re an elder, for heaven''s sake!"
"Of course, that''s what you would say," Elder Oom chuckled, causing Jarv to frown.
With a puzzled look, Jarv asked, "Do you have another plan? Have you made a deal behind our backs? Otherwise, your decision makes no sense to me."
Elder Oom continued chuckling before letting out a deep breath. Then, with a serious expression, he asked, "Jarv, what do you think of the past two weeks we have spent here? Calm your mind and think carefully."
"What do you mean, ''what do I think''?" Jarv retorted, angry that Oom had answered his question with another question. However, as he saw the cold expression on Oom''s face, he gulped down his saliva and gathered his thoughts.
"Certainly, it has been wilder than I ever imagined. The scales of power at play are unlike anything we were used to. We have gained great powers and fought against equally mighty foes," Elder Jarv admitted. He then paused for a second before continuing, "But what use is power when it comes with no status? We are elders, rulers of the goblins. Yet here we are, mere counselors. Our words hold less weight than even Aqua''s."
"So, you want a small village to play king in. Isn''t that right?" Elder Oom cut through Jarv''s meandering. "That is just a dream with no basis in reality, my friend. We are no longer in Sandia, where your status as an elder alone offered you eternal glory."
Jarv tensed as Elder Oom stared into his soul. While his mind wanted to retort, his body stopped him dead in his tracks
With a sigh, Oom changed the subject, "Do you know how many fully-fledged shamans have emerged this week?"
Taken off guard, Jarv took a few seconds to respond, "A couple dozen, at least. I''m not sure of the exact number."
"Indeed. Twenty-six, to be exact," Oom nodded. "Now, you might believe that you are still safe because you have evolved into a mystic shaman, and that as such, you can still retain your status as an elder. However, these new shamans are also on the verge of evolving. When they do, what will set you apart from them?"
"My position on the council?" Jarv answered with a doubtful expression. "Surely that should hold some weight."If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.
"It does," Oom nodded again. "But do you truly believe you will retain that position for long if you go and wither away in some far-off village? A new upstart will take your place sooner than you realize if they prove more useful to Lord Thorian."
Hearing these words, Jarv clenched his fists, and the words got stuck in his throat.
"Let me give you a piece of advice, considering our long history," Elder Oom smiled as he patted Jarv''s shoulder. "Right now, you are part of the winning team. Do not let the illusion of former glory take away your future. Snap out of it immediately, and the glory you will enjoy will be nothing like you''ve experienced before."
* * *
With two hours left before they had to depart for the new villages, Thorian decided to make his way to the Magus Guild. As he reached its gate, Fizzlegrin walked to greet him.
"My lord, it''s been a while since you''ve come here for a proper training session. I only see you when you''re registering your quests and collecting their rewards," the guild master chuckled. "I''m curious about your progress in elemental manipulation. I''m sure with your talent, you''ll surprise me once again."
"Those are high expectations to reach, guild master," Thorian smiled. "As of right now, I''ve upgraded the manipulation skills of three elements: fire, water, and wind."
Fizzlegrin''s expression froze for a second before he chuckled while shaking his head. "If it was anyone else, I would have questioned their sanity for daring to lie to me. However, it is you we''re talking about."
He then looked at Thorian and asked, "Since you''re already this advanced in your journey as a magus, do you want to take the second exam soon? The requirement is to upgrade just one manipulation skill to the second level, but you''ve already gone way past that."
Thinking for a second, Thorian responded, "Let''s leave the exam for tomorrow. I want to tackle it after upgrading the earth manipulation skill too."
"A wise choice," Fizzlegrin chuckled. "I''m curious what kind of rewards you''ll be offered this time."
With those words, Thorian registered his quests for the day before beginning his training. As he did with the other four elements, Thorian conjured ten small rocks atop his fingers and gradually started controlling them from left to right. Time quickly passed by, and before he noticed it, the two-hour window had already closed. By the time he finished, Thorian was able to freely control nine rocks around his body. He knew that with just a bit more focus and concentration, he would be able to control the tenth one too, and upgrade his skill to the second level.
As he was making his way to the outer gate, Thorian''s mind was full of thoughts.
Right now, I have access to the manipulation skills of all four basic elements. But what about the secondary ones? Lightning, wood, ice, and the rest. I know that magus classes corresponding to those elements eventually gain access to their manipulation skills, but what about the Elemental Magus? Will I gain those skills eventually as I advance this class?
As Thorian''s mind rumbled with such thoughts, an idea struck him. When I combine Wind and Fire skills using fusion, I gain lightning skills. Is it possible to replicate this process manually? Just stacking the manifestation of those two elements manually won''t work; it will just create a stronger fire. The combination must take place at an even deeper level.
Smiling at this conclusion, Thorian shook his head and pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Such an undertaking couldn''t be accomplished in a simple manner. He would need to test this theory through prolonged trial and error if he wished to succeed.
Reaching the outer gate, Thorian found the two groups ready to depart. As such, without wasting many words, the group made their way to the first territory altar.
Looking to the side, Thorian found a stream that passed close to the heart of the territory. Following this stream with his eyes, Thorian found a lake. It was the same one that he had used to clean his body on that first night, when he had given Nox his name.
With a nostalgic look on his face, Thorian turned around toward Lapis and Vivax. "From now on, you will be ruling the Silvermoon Village. Other than the members of my original tribe, you two have been with me the longest. You should already know a thing or two about ruling a village and growing, or am I wrong?"
"My lord, we understand your will completely," Lapis assured. "You don''t have to worry about a thing. We will make sure to grow Silvermoon into a splendid village."
With those words, Lapis put his hand on the Demon Face, thus becoming the vassal lord of the Silvermoon Village.
As the ceremony was completed, Thorian left Lapis, Vivax, and their group to tend to the matters of their village. He then guided the other group to the last territory altar with Yorden, the High Orc Champion, by his side.
"Yorden, I have heard much about you from Zogarth," Thorian addressed the to-be-vassal lord with a warm voice. "This is a great responsibility I bestow upon you. I hope that you are ready for the task."
"I will not disappoint you, my king," Yorden replied with a serious voice, reminiscent of Zogarth''s. "I will work day and night so as to not bring shame to you and to my dignity as an orc."
"Then I am expecting great things," Thorian said, patting Yorden''s shoulder before his gaze shifted to the rest of the group. Amongst them, the ones who grabbed his attention immediately were Caedar and Mysta. "You also have great counselors within your group. Be sure to listen to their wisdom, for a lord does not rule alone."
Following Thorian''s gaze, Yorden nodded, "I understand, my lord. I will make sure to never forget your words."
Returning a nod, Thorian focused on the altar that they were approaching. The name he chose for the last village was Fernstead, after the plant that covered the clearing in which the altar was located. While it was not the most creative name, Thorian was satisfied with it.
Going through the same procedure as the last two villages, Thorian made Yorden his last vassal lord. After making sure that he was well aware of his abilities as a lord and what plan he should take, Thorian made his way back to Wolvendale.
Even as he was walking and guiding the two groups, Thorian didn''t waste any time. He continued practicing his Earth Manipulation Skill. As such, by the time he entered the outer gates of Wolvendale, a notification appeared in front of him.
Chapter 193: Delving Deeper
| Congratulations. Your skill "Earth Manipulation I" has been upgraded to "Earth Manipulation II" |
| Earth Manipulation II |
| Description |
Building on the foundational mastery obtained in Earth Manipulation I, this enhanced ability allows wielders to exert greater control and versatility over the earth. With Earth Manipulation II, practitioners access first-advancement level earth skills, signifying a significant leap in both capability and manipulation precision. This stage unlocks the potential to devise more intricate and forceful earth-based techniques, bounded only by the practitioner''s creativity, expanded mana reserves, and deepened understanding of earth manipulation. |
| Proficiency |
0% |
| Congratulations! You''ve upgraded the four basic elemental manipulation skills. |
| One skill requirement achieved. |
| To unlock the secondary element manipulation skills, gain insight into the interconnectedness of the four basic elements. |
Reading the last notification, Thorian smiled. So, just as I thought, I can manually conjure the secondary elements by understanding the inner workings of their base elements.
While the notification did not give Thorian any tangible benefits, it still greatly helped him. It provided ultimate reassurance that the path he had chosen was indeed the correct one.
With these thoughts in mind, Thorian headed further into the village. While he did want to focus on meditation and solving the secondary elements puzzle, he still had other matters to attend to. Upon reaching the territory altar, he found stacks upon stacks of neatly cut rocks filling the area.
It looks like they''ve picked up the pace. The new carts Hewer and the rest made must have helped a lot.
Deciding it was finally time to properly upgrade the village, Thorian sacrificed all the rocks and stones to the altar.
Display Territory Resources.
| Resources |
| Gathered Experience |
189.9k |
| Wood |
67.3k |
| Stone |
14.3k |
Looking at the massive amount of stone units that they had gathered, Thorian decided to upgrade the most important structure first.
Upgrade Wall.
With a single mental instruction, the earth rumbled. The wooden wall that covered the village crumbled and gave rise to a stronger one made of hard bricks. The watchtowers were still mostly made of wood, but they were grander and more fortified. The gates now had ramparts and bridges that further increased security.
Looking at the scrambling guards who were confused by the new change, Thorian chuckled. "You would think that they would have gotten used to it by now."
After the guards returned to their positions, Thorian headed to the Alchemist¡¯s Lab, where Hamur was working. Stepping foot inside, all eyes shifted to him.
"My lord, it is a pleasure to see you here," Hamur greeted him with a smile. "Is there anything we can do for you?"
"I am going to upgrade this lab to the second stage," Thorian announced. "I want everyone to go outside to avoid any accidents."
"I understand," Hamur nodded before looking at his comrades. "Come on, everyone, you¡¯ve heard the lord. Leave your stuff on the tables and go outside."
With everyone outside, Thorian intoned his internal instruction: Upgrade Alchemist¡¯s Lab.
The building shimmered with a blue light before it expanded. Instead of wood, it was now made of stone and included a storage room to the side.
Entering inside, Thorian found that the interior had changed drastically. The variety of flasks and tools had increased, allowing them to measure the temperature of liquids and distill their potions. The furnace had also changed, becoming connected to a contraption that allowed for easy control of the flames'' intensity.
Entering the storage room, he found it cool, if not slightly chilly. The air was pure and regulated by some magic that governed the entire room, keeping it sterile. The storage room was also filled with a variety of materials, from rare herbs to liquid extracts.
"My lord, I cannot believe my eyes," Hamur looked around in shock. "With these new tools, the quality of our pills and potions will increase drastically. I had to work hard to learn how to control temperature and properly distill liquids, but now it will be easy."
"As long as the village continues upgrading, the labs will do so too," Thorian explained. "You will keep getting access to continuously better tools that will expand the scope of what is feasible. However, never think of your learning as a waste. It is only by walking the hard path that you can appreciate the easy one."Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.
"I understand that fully, my lord," Hamur responded, clearly excited about the possibilities.
Smiling at Hamur''s enthusiasm, Thorian bid him farewell before making his way to the second lab. Just as he had done with the first, Thorian invited all the alchemists outside before upgrading it. He then proceeded to the blacksmith''s forge, where Faber was working, and upgraded that as well.
The newly advanced forge boasted better tools for creating ingots from ore and determining material purity, as well as measuring the mana concentration. Moreover, the forge now featured a stronger blue flame that emitted more heat and had magical properties imbued within it.
After upgrading the last blacksmith forge, there was no further territory management work to be done. They could only aim to bring in more new citizens and gather more stones.
But that can wait for later. Now, it¡¯s better to focus on our own individual strengths.
With that thought, Thorian ordered Alacritas to summon their strongest members. Even Ifrit and Ventus were called from Cliffwood. After waiting for an hour for everyone to gather, Thorian announced the purpose of their meeting. "Today, we shall tackle the last layer of the Thunderous Citadel."
"Finally," Forlune said, cracking his knuckles. "I¡¯ve been waiting for this."
"I wonder just what kind of lightning skills we''ll get from it," Ventus grinned. "King, I¡¯ll have first dibs this time, okay?"
"We¡¯ll see about that," Thorian chuckled. "In any case, with today¡¯s expedition, we will have conquered all of the low-tier dungeons that surround our village. This is a great milestone, and I must congratulate you all for having come this far."
"It¡¯s just the low-tier dungeons, my lord," Zogarth chuckled. "We still have E?rendil to challenge."
"That one will take a bit longer," Thorian agreed with a smile.
With those words, the group made their way to the Thunderous Citadel atop their direwolves. Nox, sitting atop Magnus, rode closer to Thorian.
"I¡¯m pretty excited for this expedition," Nox admitted. "The items that we get from this dungeon suit me much better than those from the Verdant Labyrinth. They¡¯re more focused on speed."
"The rewards from this run will definitely not disappoint you," Thorian assured him with a confident smile.
Hearing that, Nox raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so sure? Isn¡¯t it random?"
"I¡¯m certain," Thorian responded. With the title he had received from clearing the fifth floor of the Verdant Labyrinth, the chance of receiving good rewards from the treasure chest was high.
"What about me?" Harald interjected telepathically. "These dungeons are good for my experience growth, but beyond that mana manipulation skill crystal, they don¡¯t seem to drop any item that I could use."
"Companion items are indeed rare," Thorian responded. "But there are dungeons that have a higher chance of dropping them. Soon enough, we¡¯ll gain access to those."
With those words, the group entered the dark cave where the dungeon was located. Stepping into the entrance, they were immediately teleported atop the flying metallic city.
¡°I wonder what the guardian of this layer will be,¡± Ifrit grinned as she stretched her body. ¡°The first one was a prince, the second was a king; will it be an emperor this time?¡±
¡°You got it just right,¡± Thorian chuckled. ¡°The dungeon difficulty system isn¡¯t really the most creative.¡±
¡°Let¡¯s get going,¡± Forlune said, walking to the front. ¡°I don¡¯t want to spend much time on the weaklings. I want to fight this emperor as soon as possible.¡±
Shrugging at Forlune¡¯s impatience, Thorian and the rest of the group followed. As they stepped foot into the entrance hall, a blue light shimmered throughout the castle, illuminating it. Then, a mighty growl drew their attention upwards.
From the second floor, a massive two-headed blue dog leaped down. Its frame was as big as Harald, and it growled with savage ferocity.
¡°Leave this one to me,¡± Harald announced with a gravelly voice. ¡°It is only right that the king of the direwolves tame this puppy.¡±
¡°Have your fun,¡± Thorian chuckled as he stepped down from Harald¡¯s back. The moment he did, the storm direwolf rushed into action. With blitzing speed, he intercepted the incoming two-headed dog. Streaks of purple and blue lightning clashed all around them as they each struggled for control.
Their clashes were quick and powerful, emitting thunderous shockwaves throughout the hall. The two-headed dog was a blur of purple lightning, while Harald had the power of a storm behind him. Intending to finish the fight, Harald roared mightily, summoning a tempest that engulfed the entirety of the hall in its destruction.
He then entered his bestial state, and his form became mightier and more explosive. With a single step, he appeared beside the two-headed dog, still fending off the conjured storm. With lightning-infused strikes, Harald battered it until it turned into colorful dust.
¡°What a fast-paced fight,¡± Thorian commented as he approached his companion. Shifting his gaze to the colorful dust, he shrugged, ¡°A dog daring to take on a wolf in a challenge. What a joke.¡±
Harald chuckled at Thorian¡¯s remark and looked up with a smile on his face. While he didn¡¯t want to show it, Thorian knew that the direwolf king was full of pride at that moment.
Without wasting many words, the group continued on their way through the thunderous citadel. As they were about to leave the hall and enter the garden, Thorian looked back at the painting of the old man stationed right in front of the door.
That doesn¡¯t look like the lightning emperor I remember. I wonder who that is?
Pushing off those thoughts, Thorian and the rest of the party jumped up the floating platforms. While they were more numerous, faster, and more unstable than those of the previous layers, they didn¡¯t pose a challenge to their already extremely powerful group.
They then quickly dispatched the advanced lightning sentinels and the blue birds before taking the portal into the giant lightning golem¡¯s chamber. After destroying its core and entering the shifting maze, Thorian split from the rest of the party and headed to Tza¡¯har¡¯s portal.
Approaching the undead magus sitting at his desk, Thorian announced his presence, ¡°Good evening, Tza¡¯har. Long time no see.¡±
Surprised by these words, the undead magus looked back at Thorian before his expression shifted to one of understanding, ¡°You must have met me in the lower layers, isn¡¯t that right?¡±
¡°Indeed, I have,¡± Thorian nodded. ¡°Twice.¡±
¡°Twice?¡± Tza¡¯har¡¯s expression shifted. Even though he was a skeleton, Thorian could see a mix of curiosity and delight on his face. ¡°Since this is the last layer, then there must be three in total. How interesting.¡±
He then shook his head before looking back at Thorian, ¡°In either case, you¡¯re not here for that. You¡¯re here to complete your trial, correct?¡±
Thorian nodded at Tza¡¯har''s words before gesturing at the hidden door with his head, ¡°Shall we go down then? I would rather finish my work as soon as possible to go back and help my team with the emperor.¡±
¡°How intriguing. So that is where my other versions laid their trials,¡± Tza¡¯har followed Thorian¡¯s gaze with a wide smile. He then shook his head and said, ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but this last exam is nothing crude like that. You will not be facing those enslaved monsters in the coliseum.¡±
¡°Then where will you hold the trial?¡± Thorian furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
Tza¡¯har paused for a second before responding, ¡°That would be¡ in my own little dimension.¡±
Chapter 194: Truths Converge
Tza¡¯har slipped a purple ring onto his fleshless finger and swiped at the air before him. The fabric of space yielded, tearing like soft cloth to reveal a portal to another dimension. As the gateway stabilized, he glanced back at Thorian and beckoned him forward.
Thorian, overwhelmed by the display of power, hesitated only a moment before stepping after the undead magus. Not only can he manipulate the elements, but he commands space itself. His power... it¡¯s beyond anything I''ve ever witnessed. He¡¯s truly transcendent.
¡°How?¡± Thorian¡¯s voice trembled slightly, his face a mask of bewilderment.
¡°Do you wonder how I crafted this dimension?¡± Tza¡¯har turned, his gaze piercing. ¡°You lack the wisdom to grasp the principles behind it. Yet, if you persevere in your studies, you too may one day achieve such mastery.¡±
¡°No, that¡¯s not what I meant,¡± Thorian replied, shaking his head earnestly. ¡°How were you confined to this dungeon? You are on the doorsteps of godhood.¡±
Tza¡¯har¡¯s stern visage softened into a smile. ¡°You greatly underestimate the gods,¡± he murmured, his hollow eye sockets distant with memory. ¡°But my presence here, and that of my comrades, isn¡¯t due to defeat. I invited them.¡±
Chilled by the implication, Thorian was about to press further when Tza¡¯har turned away, ending the discussion. With a flick of his finger, lamps flared to life around the vast chamber. ¡°We are not here to dwell on the past. It is time for your trial.¡±
Thorian looked up to see a colossal dome overhead, a small circle of sky visible at its apex. Surrounding him were altars of vibrant colors, each inscribed with a different beast.
¡°This is the first of two trials,¡± Tza¡¯har explained. ¡°For this test, you must conjure an elemental that corresponds to the beast on each altar. Use fire for the red altars, water for the blue, wind for the green, and earth for the brown. Simple, right?¡±
Taking a deep breath, Thorian nodded. ¡°It¡¯s a formidable challenge, but I¡¯m ready.¡±
He positioned himself at the center of the circle and placed his elemental scepter before him. Closing his eyes, he expelled all distractions and focused on the task at hand. When he opened his eyes, the first altar he approached was red, adorned with the engraving of a phoenix.
A smile tugged at his lips at the serendipity. Lifting his scepter, he summoned a fireball above the altar. With deliberate motions, he sculpted the flames as though they were pliable clay. Within moments, a fiery phoenix emerged, its wings outstretched in silent majesty.
Turning to the next altar, also red, Thorian noted the salamander engraved upon it. He repeated the process, this time shaping the fire into the lithe form of a salamander. He then moved on, creating a vulcan and an ifrit at the subsequent fire altars before approaching the realm of water.
To conjure water creatures, Thorian tapped into a different part of his psyche, one that was tranquil and reflective, unlike the fierce intensity required for fire. Yet, as he began, he realized the need to maintain the balance of fire''s wrath while invoking water''s serenity.
Wait, that''s unnecessary, Thorian''s eyebrows arched as a revelation struck him. Water doesn''t have to be peaceful¡ªa sea can be tumultuous, roiling with stormy waves.
Embracing this idea made it simpler to harmonize the images of stormy seas with blazing fires. Grasping his staff, Thorian summoned a sphere of water above the blue altar, shaping it into the terrible form of a leviathan. Pleased with his success, he continued, quickly conjuring a ningyo, a mermaid, and a kraken, each embodying the turbulent nature of water.
Next, the light green altars symbolized wind. Inspired by his recent success, Thorian embraced a tempestuous concept of wind. Instead of gentle breezes, he envisioned violent storms and devastating cyclones wreaking havoc. This stormy imagery aligned well with the other elements, aiding Thorian in conjuring his wind creatures¡ªa sylph, a garuda, a griffin, and a boreas¡ªwithout any instability.
For the earth altars, Thorian envisioned overwhelming force and containment, like the crushing weight of a landslide. He manifested an earth serpent, a behemoth, a golem, and a troll, each a symbol of earth''s formidable power.
"Well done," Tza''har praised, clapping Thorian on the shoulder.
Relieved, Thorian exhaled deeply. Balancing the elements had been mentally exhausting. He turned to the altars, surprised to see the elemental creatures still intact. Tza''har smiled at his astonishment. "Don''t worry. I''ve cast a spell to preserve your creations. They still have a role to play."
"And what might that be?" Thorian inquired, his curiosity piqued.
"Observe," Tza''har directed Thorian''s attention back to the scene. The elemental beasts sank into the altars, then reemerged from the engravings, radiant in their respective colors. Their light beams shot across the dome, converging in the circular opening above. As they clashed, black lightning sparked, culminating in a veil of black radiance that enveloped the chamber. Thorian shielded his eyes, and when he opened them, a small black dragon with purple streaks circled above the dome, then soared into the night sky, transforming into a dark beam that struck the heavens.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.
After the spectacle, Thorian stared at Tza''har, his mouth agape. "What in the seven hells was that?"
"It has many names," Tza''har replied, his gaze lingering on the dome before meeting Thorian¡¯s eyes with a wry smile. "Some call it origin magic, others true magic. It''s an elemental force where all others converge. Given the destructive imagery you employed, it summoned a baby black dragon of chaos."
"Chaos, huh?" Thorian mused, biting his thumb. "That''s beyond my creation. It must''ve been your influence through these altars that enabled such convergence."
He then turned to Tza''har, a flicker of dread in his eyes. "Just what kind of heights have you reached?"
"They are not nearly high enough," Tza''har scoffed, approaching the crumbling altars. "It took me decades to construct these altars, and they can only be used once. Even then, they''re only sophisticated enough to summon a baby black dragon."
As the altars disintegrated completely, Tza''har faced Thorian again. "This true magic, I cannot freely control. That is my greatest regret."
Thorian remained silent, absorbing the gravity of Tza''har''s confession. Witnessing such a potent magus, one who had ventured further than Thorian could have ever imagined, yet still burdened with regrets, stirred a complex torrent of emotions within him. He felt sadness for his mentor''s plight but was also oddly inspired.
The path is unending. As long as I continue learning and striving, there will always be new peaks to conquer, new rivers to ford. Boredom at the summit is clearly not a concern.
"That marks the end of the first trial, and you''ve completed it splendidly," Tza''har''s voice snapped Thorian back to the present. He smiled. "For your second task, it is simple. Using no spells other than your manipulation techniques, you need to create lightning."
Thorian¡¯s expression tensed. "You want me to create lightning? I¡¯m sorry, but this will take too much time, and I have people waiting for me."
"You seem to be misunderstanding something," Tza''har smiled gently. "Creating a dimension isn¡¯t just space magic; it¡¯s space-time magic. You can spend as much time as you want here, and your people won¡¯t notice a thing."
"I¡¯m done with being shocked today," Thorian sighed, then a wild smile spread across his face. "Alright, I''ll face this trial head-on. Today, I will create lightning magic."
Tza''har smiled and tapped the ground with his foot. The debris of the altars was absorbed into the earth, replaced by a current of elemental mana.
"This is my gift to you," Tza''har announced. "Meditate on the laws that now envelop you."
Breathing deeply, Thorian felt the dense elemental mana saturating the air, a richness that dwarfed even the ether line nexus of Wolvendale.
If I could cultivate in this space, my progress would skyrocket, Thorian thought, shaking his head. It¡¯s unfortunate that this space doesn¡¯t adhere to the same laws as the outside world. Even if time passes here, as long as a day hasn''t passed outside, the limitations remain.
Sitting cross-legged, Thorian cleared his mind of the previous trial''s remnants, focusing solely on the new challenge: how to create lightning from fire and wind.
Fire is the unrelenting force that consumes everything in its path. It is merciless, indifferent to friend or foe. Wind, on the other hand, is the element of change and movement, capable of being gentle and subtle or wild and destructive. It shapes the world, carving mountains, eroding coastlines, and scattering seeds to new lands.
Meditating on these thoughts, Thorian spent hours in contemplation, enjoying a rare freedom to delve into the depths of magical theory without concern for time.
When he finally stood, he felt rejuvenated. Stretching his limbs, he grasped his elemental scepter and conjured a fireball as large as his head. Focusing intently, he compressed it to the size of a play ball using his thoughts and mana manipulation. When he could condense it no further, he enveloped it with a gust of wind, creating a high-pressure environment around the fireball. This process squeezed the fireball beyond its initial limits and ignited the surrounding air membrane.
Gritting his teeth to harness this volatile power, Thorian pushed further until the fireball diminished to the size of a pebble. Only then did a spark of lightning emerge.
"Good work," Tza¡¯har clapped. "You have successfully created lightning."
"No," Thorian interrupted, his voice firm as he clung to a moment of sudden clarity. "I can do more."
Surprised, yet intrigued, Tza¡¯har stepped back, a smile playing across his face.
Thorian thought intensely. If combining fire and wind can birth lightning, perhaps I can initiate the process even before fully manifesting either element.
Gripping his staff tightly, Thorian closed his eyes and turned inward to his mana heart. To conjure wind or fire, he typically directed the respective element''s essence through his mana before it reached his conduits. It seemed logical that a similar approach could apply to creating genuine lightning.
Activating his mana heart, he imbued one half with wind and the other with fire simultaneously¡ªprecision was crucial. A mistiming or imbalance might result in the domination of one element over the other, or worse, an uncontrolled burst of power.
Inside him, the two forces clashed and then merged, the violent union sending a surge of lightning mana through his conduits. It materialized within his staff, and with a decisive swipe, he released it. Lightning crackled with deafening thunder, striking the ground fiercely.
| All skill requirements achieved. |
| Congratulations! You have unlocked the skill: ¡°Lightning Manipulation I¡± |
Tza¡¯har''s laughter boomed, resonating through the chamber. "I see, now I understand why my counterparts in other realms granted you such abilities." His eyes twinkled with pride as he regarded Thorian. "Their judgment was sound. Your potential is indeed extraordinary."
"Thank you for your praise, Tza¡¯har," Thorian responded, a grateful smile lighting his features as he admired his staff. "There is true joy in understanding magic, far beyond the confines of the system."
"Normally, this would conclude your trials, and your reward would be the mastery of all secondary elements," Tza''har said, his expression turning solemn. "However, if you wish, you may undertake a third trial. The reward, should you succeed, will surpass anything we''ve discussed thus far."
Chapter 195: You
Hearing Tza¡¯har¡¯s offer, Thorian stood silent for a few seconds before smiling. "You already know that I will accept, so no need for the theatrics.¡±
¡°Still, asking for your consent is a required step,¡± Tza¡¯har chuckled.
Before asking about the contents of the third trial, Thorian did a mental check-up of his body. Even though he had been experimenting for hours to create lightning, his mana capacity was still full.
As for his mental strength, Thorian had been able to work without any impediments for two days straight when he first reincarnated into his new body, and that was when all of his stats were still in the double-digit range. A meditation seance of just a few hours could not significantly weaken his mental state.
Confident in his readiness, Thorian turned back to Tza¡¯har. "What¡¯s next for me?¡±
¡°You will have to challenge a special someone,¡± Tza¡¯har responded with a mysterious grin. He then looked around and sighed, ¡°But this is no suitable place for this trial. Let¡¯s go back outside.¡±
Leading the way, Tza¡¯har walked out of his dimension through the portal, and Thorian followed. Once the two were back at Tza¡¯har¡¯s grand library, the latter closed the portal with a wave of his hand.
¡°This duel will unfold in the colosseum,¡± Tza¡¯har said, clapping Thorian on the shoulder as he revealed a hidden door. Together, they descended the stairs to the arena, the site of Thorian¡¯s challenges in the two previous trials.
As the two walked, Thorian felt a strange sensation in his body that he hadn''t paid attention to before. It was as if he was more attuned to the mana around him, feeling its presence and discerning its nature without even using his Elemental Sight.
The prolonged exposure to that mana-rich circle must have enhanced my senses, he speculated, quickly dismissing the thought to focus on the present.
"So, who will I be facing?" Thorian asked, catching up to Tza¡¯har.
"Allow an old man his pleasures; the revelation will come in due time," Tza¡¯har responded with a chuckle. "But you shall see for yourself momentarily."
He really likes to have his fun, Thorian mused, rolling his eyes. But then, who can blame him? If I had spent aeons isolated in this dimension, I too would savor every bit of drama. It¡¯s hard to imagine how beings like him perceive time within these confines.
While Thorian was lost in his thoughts, Tza¡¯har snapped his fingers, and an old man arose from the middle of the arena. He wore a fur-lined purple robe with golden stripes, his long silvery beard was well-kept, and his blue eyes shone with the brightness of lightning.
Looking at the old man¡¯s figure, Thorian furrowed his brows. That¡¯s the same man, isn¡¯t it? The one in the painting right at the end of the hall¡¯s corridor outside.
"This is but a clone of the elder magus from the Thunderous Citadel," Tza¡¯har declared, his grin widening. "You may know him by the name Tza¡¯har Assaher."
Thorian''s expression stiffened at the revelation, drawing a hearty laugh from Tza¡¯har. With a puzzled frown, Thorian stared at the undead magus. ¡°This is you?¡±
¡°Yes, in my youthful days,¡± Tza¡¯har replied, his laughter echoing around the ancient walls. ¡°A failed experiment in my quest for immortality, nothing more than a half-baked attempt.¡±
Dumbstruck, Thorian paused, then sighed deeply, scratching the back of his head. ¡°So, how am I expected to win this challenge?¡± He then looked at the expressionless old man and activated his Elemental Sight. The amount of mana it was exuding was otherworldly. ¡°Even as a weaker version of yourself, this seems impossible. You are, after all, a transcendent.¡±
¡°You aren¡¯t meant to defeat it,¡± Tza¡¯har chuckled again, shaking his head. ¡°Setting such a challenge would be unreasonable, and the gods themselves would not permit it. There are rules, even for me.¡±
He sighed, then elaborated on the challenge''s true nature. ¡°Your task is to simply land a clean hit on my clone. Any means you employ to achieve that will count as a victory.¡±
Thorian took a deep breath before looking back at Tza¡¯har¡¯s clone with his Elemental Sight. From the mana it¡¯s projecting, this copy should be at the peak of a Grandmagus, or maybe at the level of a beginner Archmagus.
¡°Let¡¯s start with something simple,¡± Thorian raised his Elemental Sceptre and intoned his first spell. ¡°Fire Arrow.¡±
The flaming projectile sped towards the clone, which raised its hand in a fluid, indifferent motion. Moments before impact, the fire arrow disintegrated completely, vanishing without even marking the purple robe.
Thorian stood, stunned, for a few seconds before his gaze shifted thoughtfully downward. A sudden realization flashed across his face, and he looked up at Tza¡¯har, astonishment etched into his features. ¡°Was that spell disruption?¡±
Tza¡¯har¡¯s laughter echoed through the coliseum as he watched Thorian¡¯s efforts. ¡°Yes, indeed, that was spell disruption. I¡¯m surprised you''re aware of such a concept,¡± he chuckled. ¡°A standardized spell like ''Fire Arrow'' could never touch me, even if this is but a youthful, more reckless version of myself. Its mana signature is far too simplistic to penetrate.¡±
Thorian¡¯s brow furrowed in concentration. So, any spell I''ve learned from a skill scroll is essentially useless here, he realized. His eyes narrowed with determination. But what about combining spells?
Raising his Elemental Scepter once again, Thorian conjured his Galeforce Spear before combining it with a Fire Arrow. He then launched the flaming spear at the expressionless clone. Tza¡¯har¡¯s copy once again raised its hand to intercept Thorian¡¯s combination spell. However, instead of immediately nullifying it, it conjured a transparent hexagonal barrier.
The flaming spear, in a clash with the barrier, slowly eroded it. However, before the barrier could break, the spear fully dissipated, nullified in the same way the Fire Arrow was in Thorian¡¯s previous attempt.
¡°You combined two standard spells to forge a new one? How intriguing,¡± Tza¡¯har remarked with a wry smile. ¡°Such a tactic does obscure the underlying mana signatures, but only superficially. Deep down, those original signatures are still present, making the spell susceptible to disruption with enough analysis.¡±You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.
¡°This is just a clone, and yet it performs such complex calculations?¡± Thorian scoffed, turning his incredulous gaze back to Tza¡¯har.
¡°Like I said, it¡¯s but a failed experiment,¡± Tza¡¯har shrugged dismissively. ¡°I endowed it with knowledge of spells and combat tactics, but I could never quite replicate my own sentience or behavior. Despite my efforts, it always acted too unnaturally¡ªso much so, that I eventually preferred it to remain silent and unhumanlike.¡±
¡°Your failed quest for immortality, huh?¡± Thorian wryly smiled as he looked back at the clone. ¡°For a ¡®failed experiment,¡¯ it certainly holds remarkable power.¡±
Normal spells seem to be out of the question right now. And considering that all of the trials before involved element manipulation skills, it¡¯s clear that they are the answer to this one too.
Thorian frowned as he contemplated his next actions. Since it has such an enormous amount of mana, half-baked attempts won''t cut it either. I need to put all of my mana into one attempt, or else this clone will just block it with its barrier magic.
Standing in silence, Thorian considered all the possible ways he could approach the problem at hand. While the easiest solution seemed to be just putting all of his mana into one fiery attack, Thorian knew it would be easily disrupted if the spell was too simple. The clone could not just disperse standard spells, but any skill with a simple mana signature could fall prey to this trap.
It must be complex and swift, Thorian concluded, an idea forming in his mind. That way, it won¡¯t have the time to counteract properly.
With renewed determination, Thorian raised his staff. ¡°Raging Tempest,¡± he intoned, channeling all his focus into the invocation.
As he cast the spell, the air around him churned into chaos. Winds accelerated to a ferocious pace, howling ominously as they gained momentum. What began as a breeze soon escalated into a formidable storm, enveloping the entire arena. Debris whirled through the air, turning the environment into a dangerous maelstrom.
Caught within the heart of the storm, the clone''s barrier magic was severely tested by the sheer force and complexity of Thorian''s spell. The raging winds battered against the barrier, seeking to penetrate its defenses and disrupt the clone''s concentration.
Amid the tempest and the deluge, Thorian''s spellcraft reached a crescendo. As the clone''s barriers met the brunt of the storm''s fury, Thorian added another layer to his assault with Deluge Cascade. Dark, swelling clouds unleashed a torrential downpour, reducing visibility and transforming the arena into a watery battleground. The clone''s silhouette flickered within the curtain of rain, barely discernible.
Yet, Thorian was only setting the stage.
Taking a deep breath, Thorian clenched his Elemental Scepter and looked to the clouds. Even without any action on his part, there were sparks of lightning flashing across them.
Using his newly gained ability, Thorian imbued these clouds with lightning mana, making them even more charged. Bolts of lightning cracked as they struck the ground, filling the arena with thunderous roars.
¡°Using lightning magic against my clone? How daring,¡± Tza¡¯har cackled at the sight.
However, Thorian paid no heed to his words. It wasn¡¯t out of any disrespect towards the undead magus, but the last steps of his plan demanded full concentration.
Using his Elemental Sight, Thorian could see all the lightning mana particles around him. They glowed a vivid blue, the amount of lightning mana being orders of magnitude higher than what he had expended.
At the same time, the sensation he had been constantly feeling flared up to an intense degree. He felt that with just a touch, he could control the mana around him.
This is an enlightened state, Thorian concluded with a grin. With it, I can control all of this external mana, and then unleash a fully empowered attack.
As Thorian continuously imbued the swirling clouds above with lightning mana, they started shimmering with blue and purple auras. The lightning strikes became denser and more frequent, wreaking havoc on the ground below. Yet any bolt that headed toward the clone was blocked by an amalgamation of hexagonal barriers that it conjured.
This is too wasteful. I need to concentrate all these strikes onto it.
With this goal in mind, Thorian gritted his teeth and squeezed his mana heart. With his will, he commanded the external lightning mana to focus on Tza¡¯har¡¯s clone.
Slowly, the clouds and the lightning strikes bent to Thorian¡¯s command. Most of the lightning focused on the clone, bombarding it with an unending assault. Only a few rogue bolts struck the ground around them.
Yet as the clone increased its defenses with more and more complex barriers, Thorian¡¯s chest tightened. His heart sank as the clone finally disrupted its first lightning strike.
I can¡¯t let it end like this!
In the pit of despair, Thorian bit his lips until they bled before issuing another command to the world. The lightning strikes stopped bombarding the clone¡¯s shield, and instead clashed and merged with themselves. Finally, with a thunderous roar, a massive, serpentine shape emerged, crackling with raw power. The lightning mana coalesced, taking on the form of an incomplete dragon, its body composed of pure electrical energy.
The clone, sensing the imminent threat, began to weave a complex series of barriers around itself. The hexagonal shields multiplied and interlocked, forming a multi-layered defense that shimmered with arcane energy. The barriers pulsed and shifted, adapting to the changing nature of the lightning dragon.
Thorian, his eyes glowing with determination, poured more of his mana into the construct, feeding its growth and solidifying its form. The lightning dragon grew in size and intensity, its incomplete form becoming more defined with each passing second.
With a final surge of mana, Thorian directed the lightning dragon to strike. The creature let out a deafening roar as it descended upon the clone, its jaws wide open and crackling with electricity.
With a blinding flash and a deafening roar, the dragon and the barriers collided, sending shockwaves rippling through the arena. The clone''s defenses held firm at first, absorbing the brunt of the impact. However, as the dragon continued to press its attack, the barriers began to crack and splinter under the immense pressure.
Thorian, sensing the weakening of the clone''s defenses, channelled more mana into the lightning dragon. The creature''s form became more complete, its scales solidifying and its eyes glowing with an intense blue light.
With a final, mighty roar, the lightning dragon surged forward, shattering the clone''s barriers and engulfing it in a blinding flash of electricity. The clone''s form convulsed and distorted as the lightning coursed through its body, disrupting its magical structure.
Before Thorian could see the result of his attack, he fell to one knee, his breath shallow and his head dizzy. The veins atop his head pulsated with such intensity that they threatened to burst, and his muscles weakened so much that he could barely stand.
| Congratulations! You have unlocked a new skill through your own hard work and enlightenment: ¡°Half-Dragon Lightning Fury¡±. |
| Congratulations. Your skill "Lightning Manipulation I" has been upgraded to "Lightning Manipulation II" |
¡°You¡¯ve done well, young one,¡± Tza¡¯har grabbed Thorian¡¯s arm and supported him. He then took out a shimmering blue pill from his robe pocket and handed it to Thorian, ¡°Eat this. It will help you.¡±
Nodding at the undead magus¡¯ words, Thorian swallowed the pill. Instantly, he felt mana rushing through his conduits, feeding his muscles and bones before settling within his mana heart. The wave of fatigue washed away as he slowly steadied himself.
¡°Did I finish the trial?¡± Thorian looked back at the copy. Its purple robes were ragged and full of soot, but its body was mostly intact. It stood strong, as if the lightning dragon that struck it was but a passing breeze. Looking at this sight, Thorian let out a resigned sigh, ¡°What a monster you¡¯ve created.¡±
¡°You¡¯ve succeeded,¡± Tza¡¯har smiled. ¡°The task was not to defeat my copy, just to land a clean hit on it. You¡¯ve passed that test with flying colors,¡± he laughed with his distinctive cackle.
Chapter 196: Under the Gods’ watch
"But the fact that you were able to conjure a spell that even the gods recognized¡ªthat is an achievement," Tza¡¯har smiled proudly as he patted Thorian¡¯s back.
Thorian returned the smile before deciding to check the description of his new skill.
| Half-Dragon Lightning Fury |
| Description |
An incomplete form of "Dragon Lightning Fury" that channels the user''s lightning mana into a powerful attack shaped like half a dragon. When used normally, it deals significant lightning damage. However, during a thunderstorm, the skill absorbs the storm''s lightning mana, making the half-dragon more complete and exponentially increasing its power and size. The resulting devastating blast leaves destruction in its wake, showcasing the user''s mastery over lightning mana and their ability to harness nature''s raw power. |
| Proficiency |
0% |
So, it can be used even without the thunderstorm setup? Thorian arched an eyebrow in surprise. That¡¯s very convenient.
"Since I¡¯m sure you¡¯re raring to go and help your friends, why don¡¯t we go upstairs?" Tza¡¯har suggested, pulling Thorian out of his reverie. "There are also the rewards that you¡¯ve gained through hard efforts."
"The expectations you¡¯ve raised about these rewards were certainly high," Thorian said, looking at Tza¡¯har with a suspicious expression. "They better deliver on them."
"Oh, they will. Trust me," Tza¡¯har chuckled.
Hearing those words, Thorian couldn''t help but smile in anticipation. The two quickly made their way upstairs, where Tza¡¯har handed Thorian a skill crystal. "This is your first reward."
"Thank you," Thorian nodded as he accepted the crystal. He then looked at it to check its description.
| Elemental Resonance I |
| Description |
As a master of the elements, you wield the power to fuse the four basic elements into six secondary ones. When you attain full mastery of any two basic elemental manipulation skills, the resulting secondary element¡¯s manipulation ability becomes available to you. |
| Proficiency |
0% |
A skill that automatically forms the manipulation skill of the secondary elements? And it can be upgraded further too? Thorian scanned the skill¡¯s description and raised an eyebrow.
"This is the sister ability to one you¡¯re already deeply familiar with: Elemental Synergy," Tza¡¯har explained. He then cackled as he continued, "And as you might have noticed, it can also be upgraded to create tertiary elemental manipulation skills too."
"It is a marvelous ability," Thorian nodded. "And it is certainly better than just gaining the secondary element¡¯s manipulation skills."
"Well, don¡¯t be hasty about that," Tza¡¯har chuckled as he rummaged through a drawer in his chest. He then took out six skill crystals and handed them to Thorian. "I know that you value your comrades dearly, so this is my gift for them. Choose their wielders wisely."
Receiving the skill crystals, Thorian was shocked. Instinctively, he lightly bowed his head and said, "You have my gratitude, Tza''har. Thank you very much."
"Don''t mention it," Tza''har shook his head while laughing. "These were just the rewards the gods had designated for the one who would triumph against all of my trials."
His voice then turned serious as he continued, "But this last one is from me. The gods had given me the liberty to provide one additional gift to someone I deem worthy. You are that person."
He then took out a scroll from his pocket and handed it to Thorian. "This little scroll will guide you to future horizons."
While confused by Tza''har¡¯s cryptic talk, Thorian still nodded at the undead magus graciously, "I will not disappoint your trust."
"I¡¯m sure you won¡¯t," Tza¡¯har patted Thorian¡¯s shoulder, and before the latter could react, he was teleported outside of the library.
Finding himself in the green field once again, Thorian touched the spot where Tza''har had patted him, before smiling. He then used his new technique, Elemental Resonance, to create the secondary elements'' manipulation skills.
| Congratulations. You have unlocked the skill: Magma Manipulation I |
| Congratulations. You have unlocked the skill: Sand Manipulation I |
| Congratulations. You have unlocked the skill: Steam Manipulation I |
| Congratulations. You have unlocked the skill: Ice Manipulation I |
| Congratulations. You have unlocked the skill: Wood Manipulation I |
Smiling at the notifications, Thorian put the rest of the skill crystals in his pocket before checking the scroll.
| Tza''har¡¯s Incomplete Legacy |
| Rarity |
Crimson Sun |
| Class Requirement |
Elemental Magus |
| Advancement Requirement |
Second Advancement (First Level) |
| Description |
This scroll holds within it the incomplete legacy of Tza''har, the elder magus of the thunderous citadel. It contains advanced skills he had learned, recipes, blueprints, and other artifacts throughout his journey. All of these artifacts are of much higher potency than those of their realm. This trove of knowledge will be slowly unlocked as you advance your class. |
A Crimson Sun artifact? Thorian raised an eyebrow. And this is only in its incomplete form? Would the full legacy be a Quasi-Black Sun? Or maybe even a fully-fledged one?
Putting the scroll in his pocket alongside the skill crystals, Thorian decided to check one last skill before heading towards his teammates.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.
| Mana Manipulation I |
| Description |
This skill is a beginner¡¯s gateway to the realm of magic. Essential for any magic-leaning adventurer, it breaks class boundaries and forms the bedrock of magical understanding. It allows a user to control their internal mana to a certain extent, and sense the mana in objects upon touch. |
| Proficiency |
99.99% |
So it reached a threshold point... Thorian deduced as he looked at his Manipulation''s proficiency. I guess my accomplishments in the third trial were chalked up to my enlightened state. I need to repeat them without it.
Pushing those thoughts aside, Thorian activated his Elemental Sight and looked around. In but a second, he located the position of the battle and rushed towards it.
Within a valley, a battle was raging on. A man with a black beard and piercing gaze launched lightning strike after lightning strike at his comrades. However, for each bolt he launched, he was bombarded by four or five spells in return.
As the Lightning Emperor¡¯s attacks were blocked by Aqua¡¯s Greater Waterballs, and he endured one strike after the next, he let out a massive roar. He gathered all the lightning around him and created a blue lightning phoenix.
As he launched the lightning phoenix at the party, Zogarth and Forlune rushed in response. Wielding their massive auras, they clashed with the lightning attack, eventually cleaving it in two.
At the same time, Harald and the band of elemental direwolves rushed from the side. With Harald in the lead, the direwolves enhanced their claws and fangs with elemental energy before battering the Lightning Emperor with bites and slashes.
Once they had finished with him, a shadowy figure appeared from the side. Nox wrapped the Emperor¡¯s body with shadow-infused threads, before tightening their grip and raising him into the sky.
Not missing this opportunity, Ventus and Ifrit rushed into action. With Ventus in the lead, he bombarded the Emperor¡¯s body with wind slashes before finishing it off with a lightning strike. Ifrit ran right behind him and smacked the Lightning Emperor¡¯s body with her lava whip. She then buried him inside a pool of magma.
Finally, Zogarth and Forlune rushed at him with their sword and battleaxe drawn high. In one simultaneous motion, they attacked the Emperor¡¯s buried body with an aura slash, not letting him even let out a scream.
After the dungeon lady announced their victory, a notification popped up in front of Thorian.
| Requirements Fulfilled |
Title Upgraded |
| Dungeon Diver II |
| Type |
Growth Title |
| Current Rank |
Esteemed |
| Requirements to upgrade |
Gain first clear rewards in five dungeons (2/5). |
| Description |
Awarded to adventurers who achieve first clears in every layer of two dungeons, the Dungeon Diver title marks a rare feat of bravery and skill. It symbolizes not just mastery over the deadliest depths but also grants a mystical boon: a 75% chance of obtaining higher-tier rewards from dungeon chests. |
Surprised by the notification, Thorian had a smile on his face. However, now was not the time to dally on such matters. His comrades had just defeated a difficult opponent and he needed to be present for them.
With a smile on his face, Thorian congratulated his team, "You¡¯ve done well, all of you."
"Thorian!" Nox noticed his friend¡¯s presence at the top of the cliff and teleported behind him using his shadow transportation technique. "Did you finish the work you were going to do?"
"Yeah, the trial has concluded," Thorian nodded with a proud smile. He then looked at the rest of his team and said, "On that note, I have some gifts for you. Ventus, Ifrit, Aqua, Saxum, come here."
Hearing these words, Forlune, Zogarth, and the rest of the warriors and direwolves stood in wait, looking at Thorian with interest, while the four magi quickly rushed toward him.
"A gift?" Ventus asked. "What is it? It better be good, king!"
"You¡¯ll see for yourself," Thorian chuckled before handing each of the magi a skill crystal corresponding to their element. He then looked at Nox and said, "Sorry, I didn¡¯t gain anything that would fit your assassin or shadow abilities."
"It¡¯s okay," Nox shook his head. "I¡¯m just glad that you¡¯ve succeeded and gained what you wanted."
Thorian smiled and his heart warmed at Nox¡¯s innocent response before his internal peace was broken by Ventus¡¯s loud shout, "A lightning manipulation skill?! Does that mean I can control lightning however I want? That¡¯s the best thing ever!"
"Whoa, I can freely control magma now too," Ifrit added. "I don¡¯t even know how to think about this ability. My power will increase to a ridiculous degree."
While Ifrit and Ventus were busy looking at their skill descriptions, Aqua deeply bowed to Thorian, "Lord, thank you for this amazing gift."
"You also have my gratitude, lord," Saxum immediately added.
Seeing the two magi bowing to Thorian, Ifrit also joined in thanking him before she prompted Ventus to do the same.
Looking at this scene, Thorian chuckled and shook his head, "Don''t stand on ceremony; this is normal." He then looked at Ventus and said, "However, since you''ve gained such an amazing skill, it would only be natural to allow Nox first choice on skills that would suit both of you from the treasure chest. Wouldn¡¯t you agree?"
"Of course, king," Ventus nodded. He then grinned and continued, "I¡¯m sure they¡¯re not going to be as good as this one, in either case."
"We¡¯ll see about that," Thorian shrugged before walking to the edge of the cliff. "Now, let¡¯s go and check these rewards you all have earned."
With one graceful step, Thorian jumped down the cliff before making his way toward the treasure chest. As he opened it, a multicolored prismatic light escaped from the lid.
That title is truly a blessing, Thorian grinned.
As he fully opened the treasure chest, the first item his eyes landed on was a crystal.
"Is that a skill crystal, my lord?" Zogarth asked as he sneaked a peek from above.
"It certainly is," Thorian nodded as he took out the crystal.
After checking its description, Thorian stayed stunned for a second before letting out a chuckle. He looked back at Ventus and said, "Your words really have a tendency of becoming true, even if not in the way you think."
He then handed Ventus the skill crystal, while Ventus looked at Thorian in confusion. After reading through the description, his jaw dropped, "Is this real life? Another lightning manipulation skill crystal?"
"Fate really does have a strange sense of humor," Thorian nodded.
"So who will be taking this crystal, lord?" Forlune asked as he stretched his muscles. "I¡¯m guessing Ventus already got a similar one."
"That is correct," Thorian nodded before his gaze shifted toward Nox. However, before he could say a word, Nox shook his head.
With Nox''s nonverbal refusal, Thorian thought for a second before looking at his partner, "Harald, you are a Storm Direwolf. Out of everyone here other than Ventus, your elemental affinity is closest to lightning. This one shall be for you."
"I, Harald, accept this gift," Harald proudly walked over to Thorian with a smile on his face. He then bit the skill crystal, turning it into colorful dust that he inhaled.
With the skill crystal absorbed by Harald, Thorian looked back at the rest of the gifts. There were armor pieces, weapons, recipes, skill scrolls, blueprints, materials, and a couple of orbs.
Nox gained two pieces of equipment: a feathered leather armor made of blue bird feathers and lightning dog skin, and a pair of lightning boots that increased his speed.
The rest of the equipment was split according to everyone¡¯s needs, and the remainder was stored to be later put inside the warehouses.
With the reward distribution over, the party made their way out of the dungeon and headed to the village. As they reached Wolvendale, Thorian took out Tza¡¯har¡¯s incomplete legacy and looked at it for a second.
I guess I have to tear it to gain what¡¯s inside.
Chapter 197: Incomplete Legacy
Looking at the parchment in his hand, Thorian took a deep breath before tearing it open.
| Incomplete Legacy of Tza¡¯har Part 1 |
Unlocked |
| You have unlocked the first part of Tza¡¯har¡¯s legacy. To access subsequent parts, you must advance your class. |
| Do you wish to access the rewards for the first part? |
As Thorian was in his room with no one to disturb him, he nodded and thought, Yes.
The moment he confirmed his choice, Thorian was blinded by a flashing light. As he slowly opened his eyes, he found himself not in his familiar room, but within a chamber full of bookshelves.
| Welcome to the first floor of Tza¡¯har¡¯s library. |
As the notification disappeared, a shadowy silhouette emerged from between the bookshelves. The long silvery beard and piercing blue eyes immediately led Thorian to identify it as Tza¡¯har¡¯s younger self.
¡°Welcome, my disciple, to your rightful heritage,¡± Tza¡¯har announced with a hearty voice.
¡°Tza¡¯har, just what kind of place is this?¡± Thorian asked, looking around. However, as he stared into Tza¡¯har¡¯s eyes, he found them unresponsive. His whole demeanor did not even acknowledge Thorian¡¯s question.
¡°I''m sure you have many questions, but unfortunately, I neither have the time nor the ability to have a long chat with you. This is but a fleeting fragment of my soul,¡± Tza¡¯har explained. ¡°However, I shall at least do my duty and explain to you what awaits within this library.¡±
¡°This is the first floor,¡± Tza¡¯har explained as he looked back at the bookshelves. ¡°Within these shelves, you¡¯ll find numerous books. Most of them are about history, languages, and magical theory. But there are also skill crystals that would help bolster your power, as well as blueprints and recipes for weapons and potions, all fruits of my long labor.¡±
¡°The subsequent floors have fewer books and skills, but in terms of quality, they dwarf anything you¡¯ll see here,¡± Tza¡¯har continued his explanation. ¡°I¡¯m sure you already understand that you need to advance your class to unlock them.¡±
As he continued his explanation, Tza¡¯har¡¯s form became more translucent. He looked at his disappearing body and smiled, ¡°Looks like I don¡¯t have much more time left. So let me leave you with this one task: Reach the last floor of this library. Once you do, you¡¯ll know how to gain my complete legacy.¡±
With those words, Tza¡¯har¡¯s body fully faded. In its stead, only a notification remained.
| You can now choose to buy any of the items present on the first floor. |
Buy? Thorian raised an eyebrow as he looked at the last notification. He then let out a sigh and shrugged, I guess giving me all of these items for free would be considered unfair by the gods. Still, just having the option to buy them is good enough.
Pushing those thoughts aside, Thorian made his way to the first row of bookshelves. As he looked at the multitude of books that filled the shelves, he noticed a translucent energy surrounding them like a chain. The moment he touched one of the books, a notification appeared in front of him.
| Would you like to buy ¡°An Introduction to Magical Theory¡± for 3000 Arcane Coins? |
Just a theory book is this expensive? Thorian frowned. In that case, just how much would actual skills cost?
Scoffing at the ridiculous prices, Thorian continued scanning the rest of the books in the row. Most of them covered theories and historical subjects, including diverse topics such as alchemy, magical herbs, magical ores, and the history of the island that would come to be known as the Thunderous Citadel. While much of the knowledge contained in these books was specific to Tza¡¯har¡¯s world, Thorian remained interested. The magical materials that proliferated in the world after the apocalypse''s onset did not appear from nowhere¡ªthey were exported from the same worlds inhabited by the monsters.
Still, each of these books cost at least 3000 Arcane Coins, and although Thorian was not poor, he wanted to prioritize purchasing skills, recipes, and blueprints first.
Moving on to the next row, Thorian found it considerably less crowded with books. Upon examining the first one, he was greeted with a notification.
| Would you like to buy ¡°Minor Electrical Mana Cannon Blueprint¡± for 80,000 Arcane Coins? |
What an absurd cost¡ Thorian¡¯s eyes widened as he saw the exorbitant price. However, as his gaze shifted back to the name of the blueprint, his heart calmed and a wild smile graced his lips. This is a jackpot.
Without hesitating for a second, he confirmed his purchase of the blueprint. The energy that was chaining the book dissolved, and the book automatically opened. However, instead of being composed of pages, it was a wooden contraption that concealed a parchment in a compartment within.
Removing the parchment, Thorian confirmed its identity as the blueprint before slipping it into his pocket.
That¡¯s one more automatic weapon for our watchtowers, Thorian mused. Now, we only need aerial barriers to be fully protected. But it¡¯s still too early for that.
He then inspected the next book and checked the notification.
| Would you like to buy ¡°Lightning Pawguards Blueprint¡± for 20,000 Arcane Coins? |
Pawguards? Is this a blueprint for a companion weapon?
Without skipping a beat, Thorian confirmed the purchase and checked the description of the blueprint. It was as he had expected, a companion weapon that fit perfectly with Harald.Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.
The rest of the books in the row were also blueprints. A few were for companion armors, while the others were blueprints for standard weapons, boots, and armor. Although none were as expensive as the Mana Cannon, each still cost Thorian between 10,000 and 20,000 Arcane Coins.
Having bought all the books in the blueprint row, Thorian moved on to the next. However, after reviewing its content and finding only recipes, he decided to proceed to the last row.
I''ve already spent more than 300,000 Arcane Coins on blueprints. If I buy the recipes as well, I might not have enough money for the all-important skills.
Checking his personal resources, Thorian saw that he still had over 900,000 Arcane Coins left. Yet, with the blueprint prices as a reference, even such an astronomical amount might not be sufficient.
As Thorian checked the last row, he was surprised to find it more packed than any other. In fact, it held more books than even the theory and history section.
Touching a book on the shelf to his right, a notification immediately appeared:
| Would you like to buy ¡°Mana Manipulation Skill Crystal¡± for 100,000 Arcane Coins? |
100,000 Arcane Coins? These prices just keep getting more ridiculous.
Since Thorian already had access to that skill, he wasn''t particularly interested in it. While it could be useful to gift it to his comrades to help them potentially unlock better classes, he needed to prioritize his own power growth first. If he had any money left after securing his own skills, then he might consider acquiring this crystal for his comrades.
With that thought in mind, Thorian checked the next book, only to find the notification identical to the last.
| Would you like to buy ¡°Mana Manipulation Skill Crystal¡± for 100,000 Arcane Coins? |
Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, Thorian continued to check one book after another. There were ten Mana Manipulation Skill Crystals available for purchase, all neatly stacked in one section of the shelf.
Looking around, Thorian noticed this same pattern throughout the entire row. Books were neatly stacked into clearly defined sections that did not mix with each other. There were stacks of tens, fives, threes, while the rest were haphazardly organized much like the previous rows.
Scanning the rest of the stacks, Thorian predictably found the Elemental Manipulation Skill Crystals, each priced at 100,000 Arcane Coins.
Finally, after a lot of searching, Thorian discovered a skill crystal he did not yet possess.
| Would you like to buy ¡°Spinning Fire Arrow Skill Crystal¡± for 50,000 Arcane Coins? |
Spinning¡ Fire Arrow? It looks like a variant of the standard one, though I¡¯m not too familiar with it.
Skills that were variants of other standardized ones were a rarity throughout Thorian¡¯s life. They only became more prominent in the latter half of his time in the apocalypse, when humanity¡¯s powers had matured enough for magi to focus on mana manipulation techniques rather than just training proficiency in their high-level skills. Usually, such luxury could only be afforded once one reached the higher ends of the High-Magus tier; a task that took years for any normal human to accomplish in Thorian¡¯s previous life.
Pushing these thoughts of times long past aside, Thorian confirmed his purchase of the skill crystal. Upon opening the wooden book, he found the crystal nestled within a compartment inside, as with the blueprints before.
Checking another book, Thorian looked at the new notification.
| Would you like to buy ¡°Gigantic Fireball Skill Crystal¡± for 50,000 Arcane Coins? |
Thorian paused for a second as he read the skill name. Are all of these spells just variants of ones I already know? This almost feels like a puzzle.
While suspicious, Thorian couldn¡¯t make heads or tails of what he should do next. As such, he simply checked another stack of books.
| Would you like to buy ¡°Concentrated Explosion Ball Skill Crystal¡± for 50,000 Arcane Coins? |
Scratching his chin, Thorian made an observation. "All of these variants seem to just add one specific property to an already known skill. Is there some kind of meaning behind that?"
After purchasing the skill crystal, Thorian looked around for another set of books.
| Would you like to buy ¡°Fire Sword Skill Crystal¡± for 50,000 Arcane Coins? |
Well, this one is interesting, Thorian smiled. It doesn¡¯t seem to be an obvious variant of any standard spell that I know. Maybe it serves some other purpose? Or maybe I¡¯m just finding patterns where there are none?
These questions were not something Thorian could answer immediately. As such, he pushed them aside, intending to tackle them once he was back in the real world where he could test these new skills. In the meantime, Thorian continued to check the rest of the book stacks.
The other skill crystals covered different primary elements than the first, but they maintained the same theme of variance. Of course, they also broke that theme in the same manner with Water, Wind, and Earth Sword Crystals. At this point, even if Thorian were blind, he would still notice that there was meaning behind these skills that Tza¡¯har had left within his legacy.
Considering that these skills modify the standard one in one specific area, maybe they¡¯re supposed to give me a blueprint on how to apply these concepts. Adding rotation to a spell, increasing its size, concentrating it, stabilizing it¡
Feeling that he had grasped what Tza¡¯har intended for him to do, Thorian smiled in satisfaction. However, he had already spent 800,000 Arcane Coins on all these skill crystals, leaving him with just over 100,000.
After a moment''s thought, Thorian made his decision. He returned to the start of the row and bought the first skill crystal he was offered: Mana Manipulation.
Looking at the skill crystal, Thorian smiled as he put it into his overflowing pocket, alongside the rest of the blueprints he had amassed. He then made his way out of the library through a portal of shining light.
Opening his eyes, it took Thorian a second to adjust to the light of his room. In front of him, Nox was lying in wait with Magnus sitting by his side.
"Whoa, you really did teleport," Nox exclaimed as he looked at Thorian. "I was wondering where you disappeared to since your presence just randomly vanished."
Taken by surprise by Nox''s presence, Thorian looked at him in shock for a second before smiling. "I was just gathering the rest of my rewards from the trial. I also brought something for you."
He then took out the skill crystal from his pocket and handed it to Nox, who looked surprised by the turn of events.
"Mana manipulation?" Nox asked as he looked at the crystal¡¯s description. "But I am not a magus."
"There is no rule that says only magi can manipulate mana," Thorian shrugged. "Aura itself is but a specific application of mana, focused on strengthening the body and the weapons instead of conjuring spells."
Seeing that Nox was still not convinced, Thorian continued, "Do you remember our last spar, when you just healed?"
"Yeah, of course," Nox nodded. "I was completely outclassed at that time. You won without using any of your spells."
"That¡¯s because I used mana manipulation," Thorian explained. "You can use this skill to make yourself faster and stronger at will."
"In that case, there isn¡¯t much left for me to say," Nox smiled. "Thank you for the great gift, Thorian."
"You cheeky little thing," Thorian returned the smile before shifting his gaze outside. The two moons shone beautifully in the night sky alongside countless bright stars.
Feeling the scenery pull at his heart, Thorian looked back at Nox and said, "I know it¡¯s already late, but do you want to go train with me for a bit? I¡¯m on the verge of fully mastering an important skill."
Nox stood up enthusiastically and nodded, "Of course, I would love to!"