Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 142 Shadow of the Devil
After ending the call, Roy called Celine to discuss the matter.

"To rebel against the rule of wizards and seek power from the outside world?"

Celine was indeed surprised when she learned about this.

"For Knightland, the world cap is locked there, and there is no chance of a comeback.

It is indeed possible to go to extremes and choose to do so.”

Roy nodded.

"This kind of thing shouldn't be made public. Who are you planning to take with you?" Celine came back to her senses and asked.

"You, and Yanila."

Roy thought for a moment and said to her.

Celine is someone he trusts, while Yanila is a local horse born and raised in southern Xinjiang.

This configuration is sufficient.

……

Soon after, Roy called Yanila and prepared to set off.

Atidia didn't know what he was going to do, but she couldn't help feeling sad. "Sir, won't you take me with you?"

"No, Atedia, help me keep an eye on this place. The quarry is an important place. You must guard it carefully. Do you understand?"

Roy bluffed casually.

Atidia's mood improved slightly.

But seeing Yanila making faces and looking smug, he couldn't help but feel angry.

"Okay, let's go!"

Roy and Celine turned over and rode on Yanila's back.

She was tall and strong, and much stronger than Atidiya, so she could easily carry the two of them.

At the beginning, Yanila was not quite used to it, but as expected of a monster with a horse body, her racial talent was stimulated and she adapted to the situation of having someone riding on her back, and began to gallop at full speed.

She was also familiar with the road back to southern Xinjiang. She was speeding along the way, and the scenery kept falling behind her.

In just two days, they were far away from the city of Skatu and entered the territory of the southern border barbarians.

On the way, Roy learned about the situation of the Bloodhoof Chieftain Kailon through his previous inquiries and the information he learned from Yanila.

"This great chief is indeed a formidable warrior!"

Speaking of this centaur, even Yanila, who is far superior to the others, has great respect for him.

"He was born into a noble family and possessed immense talent. At the age of ten, he awakened his bloodline power and rose to the level of a high-ranking knight. Then, at the age of sixteen, he passed the tribal trials and became a great knight...

He had been a brave warrior for half his life, and had led his troops to conquer several surrounding tribes in succession, and rebuilt the Bloodhoof Tribe, which had been declining and disintegrating, into the most powerful tribe in recent years.

There are even rumors that he is ambitious and wants to integrate the bloodlines of many other emperors, including our Blood Mane tribe.

When my father was in charge of the tribe, there were exchanges of envoys.

However, we have always been accustomed to freedom, and we respect and worship our own ancestors. We don't know much about the Bloodhoof King, so we didn't join them."

"What about Emperor Urun?" Roy asked.

"I don't quite understand either." Yanila replied.

"Even the writing system of the Knight Kingdom is very simple, not to mention these barbarians. Most of their knowledge of their ancestors' deeds comes from word of mouth." Celine whispered.

Roy nodded secretly: "It seems that the matter of the Bloodhoof Tribe contacting the Wuzhu Tribe is almost the same."

According to the information provided by Yanila, the great chief had developed the ambition to unify southern Xinjiang a long time ago.

He and Yanila's father are of the same generation, and he may have even conspired something with Yanila's father, but the conspiracy was later interrupted because the Bloodmane tribe was weak.

There may also be the shadow of wizards planning and black hands controlling this.

This includes planning to capture Yanila and make her surrender, which is also to interrupt Chiron's plan.

Roy couldn't help but mourn for the great indigenous chief when he thought of this. This black hand was so powerful, and its strategy so far-reaching, like a god ruling over all living things, and there was no way to resist it.

Perhaps he had vaguely sensed something, which is why he turned his gaze outside the world.

He is trying to use some power to fight against the invincible wizards!
……

In late December, after several days of travel, Roy and his companions finally arrived at their destination.

Ahead is a vast grassland with lush grass and fertile land.

"We've arrived at the Wuzhu tribe's territory. I don't know much about this place, but their leader is just a high-ranking knight-level warrior. I've seen him before during the grand alliance."

Yanila looked around with a hint of envy.

The alliance she mentioned was a festival similar to the gathering of many nomadic tribes, where people would trade goods and keep in touch with each other.

The Grand Alliance, on the other hand, is a festival convened by prestigious figures like Great Chief Kailon.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians brought their own dry food and rushed forward, and each time it was like a cavalry corps drill.

"What should we do next?" Celine asked Roy.

"Let me get in touch with the informant first."

Roy took out a magical bone whistle, then refined the magic power and blew it.

This is a token of communication.

The sound waves that ordinary people cannot hear spread far away and across the vast grassland.

Then he blew the bone whistle again while waiting, and in the evening, a middle-aged centaur came stealthily.

He was surprised to see Roy and others.

Among them, Roy was dressed in strange clothes, his whole body seemed to be covered in a tight silver-white leather jacket, and he was wearing a cool pointed helmet.

Yanila is a famous talented girl from the Blood Mane Tribe.

The middle-aged centaur looked astonished, as if to say, "You've defected to the enemy too?"

Only Celine looks the most like the wizard apprentice one would expect.

"You reported that you had gathered intelligence about a conspiracy between Kailong and the leader of the Wuzhu tribe. What's going on?"

Roy interrupted his thoughts and took the initiative to ask.

The middle-aged centaur came back to his senses and asked cautiously, "Sir, what I want is..."

Roy took out the healing potion prepared by his teacher from the space ring and threw it to him.

The middle-aged centaur hurriedly caught it, took a quick look at it through the bottle, and looked excited.

For wizards, this kind of thing is just a consumable material that they can easily refine.

But for these ordinary creatures, it is a miracle drug that can bring the dead back to life.

He obviously had something to ask of the wizard, and his weakness was exploited, making him his spy.

After putting away the healing potion, the middle-aged centaur took out a piece of animal skin, carefully opened it, and revealed a dead wood the size of a human palm inside.

Roy glanced at it.

There is nothing special about a dead tree itself.

It's just an ordinary dead branch broken off from a tree.

But he felt an aura from it that was similar to the radiation of witchcraft energy. All objects were contaminated by the radiation and underwent demonic changes.

"This chaotic and evil feeling...

Not ordinary magic radiation!

This is the trace left by the abyss demon!"

Suddenly, his expression became serious under the visor.

(End of this chapter)