Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

Hughes quickly took out several bottles of high-quality blood-replenishing potions from his storage bag, first biting open the stopper of one bottle and pouring the potion into his mouth.

As the medicine entered his mouth, Hughes felt a warm current flowing through his body, and the bloody taste in his mouth lessened slightly.

Afterwards, Hughes poured several bottles of high-quality blood-replenishing potion onto the more severely injured parts of his body. The bright red medicine quickly sprouted new granulation tissue on the wounds.

Next up was Hughes's left arm, which was almost severed. Fortunately, his bones were strong enough that only part of it was broken. Hughes took out a bottle of qualified regeneration potion and poured the potion on the cut.

Regeneration potion is considered the simplest of intermediate potions; most intermediate potion masters in the Oren plane only know how to make this type of intermediate potion.

Amazingly, the shattered bones fused together automatically, and new granulation tissue grew rapidly. In fact, the most difficult problem to solve in limb amputation is bone regeneration, and the regeneration drug solved this problem.

Just to be on the safe side, Hughes also took out a bottle of low-grade antidote and drank it down, fearing that Moken's scimitar might still be contaminated with some kind of poison. Now it was time to loot the spoils.

Hughes put away the poisoned dagger, collected some samples of the slime, and then examined the scimitar. It turned out to be just an ordinary scimitar with some sharp runes engraved on it. After that, it was Moken's storage bag. Hughes decided to go to a safe place first.

Then the snowstorm subsided, and Hughes realized that the snowstorm was also an illusion created by Moken, and that he had been fooled by him.

Speaking of Moken, Hughes had a pretty good idea of ​​what had happened, but he didn't know if Shireen had found out yet...

Ice Gap Corridor Levither

At this moment, the villagers in the village were going about their work and daily lives as usual, while inside the frost elf's treasure vault, two figures were searching for something, when a female frost elf walked in.

"What are you looking for?"

The two figures paused, dispelling their invisibility spell; they were two rather tall frost-skinned dwarves.

"It's alright. According to Marcos's intelligence, the frost elf who stayed behind is skilled in illusion magic, so it's normal that he saw through our invisibility spell."

"It is said by the frost-skinned dwarf who is wearing a purple robe and a golden amulet."

The female frost elf paused upon hearing the name, then exclaimed angrily, "What did you say? Marcus is a traitor!"

The two frost-skinned dwarves exchanged a smile and, without giving each other time to react, began to cast spells on the female frost elf.

One of them conjured a large fireball, which emitted terrifying heat and even distorted the surrounding light. The other purple-robed wizard's hands glowed with silver light, and a bright silver spatial cube appeared, enveloping the fireball.

The spatial cube, along with the giant fireball, moved directly above the female frost elf. As the spatial cube disappeared, the giant fireball plummeted downwards, striking the female frost elf who had no time to react.

"Boom!!

The blazing flames spread out, engulfing the female frost elf. The flames swept around, even melting some of the magical artifacts in the treasury into molten iron.

"Oh no! I forgot this is a treasure vault!" the purple-robed frost-skinned dwarf lamented.

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire vault suddenly turned cold. The bodies of the two frost-skinned dwarf wizards were frozen stiff. The vault, which had been filled with blazing flames just moments before, was now a frozen wasteland. And where the female frost elf was, there was only a large amount of snowflakes.

These pure white snowflakes danced in the treasure vault, gradually gathering in front of the two dumbfounded frost-skinned dwarves, forming a human shape.

The snowflakes scattered to both sides, and Shirinville, wearing an ice crystal crown, emerged from the blizzard.

"What! Shireenville! Didn't she go to Icefang Peak with her people?! Ah!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Shirinville's eyes glowed blue, and she waved her right hand forward, sending tons of snowflakes forming a white wave that crashed down on the two frost-skinned dwarves.

These were all magical snowflakes specially made by Shirinville. The two frost-skinned dwarves were instantly engulfed, and their magical artifacts, along with their massive flesh, were shredded. The white snow waves were instantly dyed scarlet.

Meanwhile, the assembled wizards who had gone out earlier brought Marcus before Shireenville. His eyes were lifeless, his face looked even older, and he muttered, "No, impossible..."

"Your plan is still full of loopholes, just like back then. Your greed has caused us to expose the sap of the Tree of Life," Shirinville said coldly.

He saw Shirley and went mad, shouting:

"Dragon! Dragon! Dulink has a frost dragon! I have already offered my symbolic blood to Dulink! As long as that frost dragon is transferred into my elven bloodline, as long as the dragon drinks the sap of the Tree of Life..."

Marcus's mind had become erratic; he struggled to rush towards Shirinvel, but was held firmly by the frost elf carrying a cross-shaped sword. This was the consequence of losing the symbolic blood.

"We should have used it long ago! You wretched woman! It's because of that damned sap that our race was forced to leave the Nature Speakers! I... my Sera... if only we had used that damned sap..."

Shireenville listened silently to Marcus's insults with her eyes closed for a long time...

"Marcos," Shireenville said softly, opening her eyes.

"The sap of the Tree of Life should be owned and controlled by one's own family; this is an ironclad rule etched into the minds of every elf!"

Shireenville exudes an imposing aura without needing to be angry.

"And a hundred years ago, it was my father, Etherie Erie, the patriarch of the Erie family."

"At the cost of forever remaining a third-class wizard apprentice, he forcibly broke through to the second-class wizard level and preserved the bloodline of the Arian family under the siege of the Nature Speakers, a group of hereditary rebels."

Then, Shireenville slowly walked forward and looked down at Marcus, who was kneeling on the ground.

"And now, I, the current head of the Arian family, Shireenville Arian, will completely eradicate the name of the traitor Marcus from the family!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Shirinville recited a passage in ancient Elvish, and a branch fell from the distant Tree of Life as if in agreement.

At the same time, as Shireenville finished reciting the last part of the incantation, Marcus suddenly felt as if he had lost something: his strength, his honor, his pride as an elf...

The pattern on his forehead turned to ashes, ending his connection with the Tree of Life. From then on, everyone could only call him Marcus, not Marcus Arian.

This leader of the Arian family twice exposed the family's most precious treasure, the first time harming the entire family and the second time harming the family's hero, yet he seems unrepentant...

Marcus glared at the woman before him. It was she who had killed his wife, and her father who had stolen the Elrian family he had always longed for.

All his hard work and struggles have now vanished.