Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 125 Heroic Bloodline

“It actually collapsed…”

Roy was speechless as he watched the enemy being routed.

However, he also understood that this so-called universal military service was extremely fickle.

Those adult elite warriors are the real main force of the tribe. The old, weak, women and children are much less powerful and lack morale.

"Should we chase or not?"

This thought flashed through his mind, and Roy quickly chose to give up.

It's just a matter of a few materials, why bother?

Just complete the tasks assigned by the teacher.

He turned his attention to the food and supplies that the Blood Mane Tribe had not had time to take away.

Among them were many large and small carts, wooden boxes, and haystacks. Some of them were food and supplies brought by the Blood Mane Tribe, but they accounted for a very small proportion. The other large part was spoils of war looted from everywhere.

Including various weapons, iron ingots, pots and pans, gold and silver jewelry.

A mess of things was scattered everywhere.

Roy walked over and faintly felt a slight magical aura hidden in some things.

That is the level of enchanted items, witchcraft materials of high, medium and low levels.

Due to strict control, these things are not common among the people, but it is possible to collect some by looting cities and towns.

It's all about accumulating little by little to build up a vast territory.

Roy took a quick look with the Eye of Hermes.

"Double Lotus, Cloud Wood Fragrance, Stone Spirit..."

After confirming that there were no problems, we collected all of them, regardless of their value.

A rough estimate is that there are several thousand magic stones.

Then came a number of smashed gold and silver plates, necklaces and rings.

In case it might be needed in alchemy, I put it away.

"You guys take care of the rest."

After Celine, Atidiya and others came over, Roy gave an order and went back to the place where he had used his self-created "Black Mist Technique" to kill the old warrior Bori and others.

"If I saw it correctly, the combat skill he used should be called "War Trampling"!

That can be considered a magical skill that can communicate with magic power, and it is not something that an ordinary centaur can master!"

Senior apprentice Burley stepped forward and exclaimed in amazement, "This must be the descendant of the heroic Bloodmane King!"

Roy nodded.

In a place where the power of magic is strictly blocked, the biggest reason for learning without a teacher is the blood power similar to that of a sorcerer!
This can be traced back to the ancestors in the mythological era. Some heroes can even reach the level of demigods, comparable to fourth-level wizards!
Even for wizards, such bloodline is extremely precious.

Of course, that was the legacy of the Osis plane. Knightland's power level was not that high, and his bloodline power was already very thin.

"King Bloodmane is a descendant of the Centaur Emperor Urun.

The Centaur Emperor Urun can be said to be the strongest person in the entire Knightland in the past 400 years.

The power of his own bloodline reached the level of a second-level wizard body. Later, he was promoted by a great wizard and upgraded to the third level with the help of potions and bloodline transformation techniques!
Originally, I wanted to keep him for breeding, but he died in battle midway, and these offspring are still from when he was at level two, so I can only cultivate level three bloodlines through artificial means outside..."

Boli briefly explained the situation and suggested, "I suggest reporting this to your teacher, Master Frosoff, immediately. This might be a good sign for rebuilding the Centaur Legion!"

"No need, I knew it a long time ago." An old voice came from above.

"I originally thought that similar combat techniques had been passed down from generation to generation, and no centaur would be able to master them. However, I never expected that a new atavism phenomenon would emerge!
It seems that the policy of recuperation is still effective. The centaurs will grow back like weeds in the ground...

Roy and Burley looked up and saw Frost's familiar crow falling from the sky.

A human voice emanated from the crow's mouth. At this moment, it had become the incarnation of Frost. "Roy, your performance is beyond my expectations. Many new wizards may not have the skills you have."

Roy secretly shuddered inwardly, but remained calm and said, "Teacher, you're too kind. I was just lucky enough to have some adventures."

"I've heard about this matter. The forbidden experiment in the Cretaceous Nation failed, resulting in a serious accident.

Later, it was sealed off by the great wizards, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, some loopholes were left that allowed entry."

Frost told what he knew. Although he was far away in Knightland, he also had ways to find out what was happening there.

Roy lowered his head slightly, wondering if his teacher was also thinking about the treasure inside.

This is not because he is judging others by his own standards, but rather a necessary level of vigilance.

However, according to common sense, even if the teacher really wanted those things, there was no need to use overly cruel methods to seize them.

In fact, it was with this in mind that I chose this person as my teacher.

While daydreaming, Crow turned his head and looked at the corpses on the ground: "It's very corrosive. I didn't expect you could refine the blackening potion to this level.

This thing can be regarded as the secret of the field of corrosive liquids. Many wizards can refine it, but not many can do it well.

If you have the chance in the future, you can refine it for me, and I will give you a reasonable purchase price."

"Yes, teacher." Roy replied.

He doesn't care about the specific purchase price, as long as he doesn't lose too much.

But if even the teacher approves and buys it, I can make a name for myself and sell it to other wizards.

That must be sold at a premium.

"Remember what I said before about the Centaur's blood and soul?
Now I will teach you the key to refining.

You take the body of this old horse to the other side and I will show you myself.

This will also help you in engraving your own innate witchcraft."

The crow turned around and continued speaking in human language.

Roy did as he was told.

Not long after, he came to the other side and watched Frosf use his magic pet to cast a spell, refining the power of his blood and condensing his essence and blood through the air.

This is relatively simple. Roy has now been promoted to a first-level wizard, so he can also imitate others.

Afterwards, Frost performed another operation on the soul and told Roy that if he didn't understand these things for the time being, he could use objects as substitutes.

The key lies in the soul-stealing magic crystal given to me before.

Normal alchemical products are sealed and locked with various secret marks, making them difficult for outsiders to crack.

But with his careful guidance, one can bypass the secret seals and fully understand the internal details and usage.

In the end, the old man Ma's body disappeared into a pool of black water, and was replaced by the essence of his blood, which turned into a bottle of scarlet liquid in a 250 ml reagent bottle.

The soul turned into a candle-sized flame and was sealed in the soul-capturing magic crystal.

(End of this chapter)