Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Autumn afternoons always have a warm, lazy feel to them, warmed by the sun.

Dago brought the crocodile meat he had hunted that morning to the treehouse area of ​​Old Marico.

"Is the wizard Marico here?" Dargo called out from the open space below.

"They're here," old Marico poked his head out.

Before long, he slid down the vine.

"You're living the good life, aren't you?" Marico said jokingly, seeing the meat Dago was carrying and understanding what he meant.

"It's alright, just so-so. How many people have joined the mutual aid group recently?" Dago handed him the monster meat.

"Two people have already chosen to join, and I'll be talking to two old friends this afternoon," Old Marico said.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes, Dago, could you take my handwritten letter this afternoon and help me talk to an old friend about this?"

"Considering I'm an old man, you wouldn't want to see me running around all the time, would you?"

"Of course, there's no problem."

Old Marico took the chilled monster meat back to the treehouse. As he slid down from the treehouse, he was still clutching an envelope in his hand, which he then handed to Dago.

"Walk in this direction for about thirty minutes, and you'll see a stone wall. Follow it for a few more minutes, and you'll see a natural cave. That guy lives in there."

Old Maric pointed to the south of the forest.

Dago took the envelope, nodded to indicate that he understood, and then set off to deliver the letter without saying much more.

The clouds were thinned by the wind and spread out in a white blanket across the sky.

He followed the direction old Maric had pointed out. According to old Maric, his old friend was also a third-level apprentice wizard who had lived in this forest for a long time, an old man about his age.

However, that guy's wife and children died in the war when he was young, so he has a rather withdrawn personality.

He then lived a solitary life in a cave deep in the forest, detached from worldly affairs.

Old Mali said that the two sides have had little contact in recent years, and he would occasionally go to see him to see if he was dead.

Dago used his blunt-bladed machete to cleave through the wildly growing vines, and he could still vaguely make out that it was a path.

Fortunately, he was protected by his hunting clothes; otherwise, Dago would have inevitably been scratched by tree branches along the way.

Thirty minutes later, Dago finally looked at the stone wall and started walking along it.

"Boom~~~"

A loud explosion came from in front of Dago.

He immediately became alert; it was clearly the sound of a witchcraft explosion.

Dago's eyes lit up with a halo as he activated his detection spell.

He tried his best to remain silent, crouching low as he slowly approached the source of the explosion.

Gently parting the bushes under a large tree, he saw a scene of utter chaos on the clearing outside a cave entrance...

Everywhere there were broken and fallen trees, burning turf, and potholes in the ground.

Not far from the cave entrance, on a low rock, a charred, human-shaped piece of charred remains was burning...

The area around the stone was covered in thick, dark red splattered blood, clearly indicating a recent battle.

The strong smell of blood and burnt flesh kept entering Dago's nostrils, stimulating his blood to flow faster throughout his body.

The traces of elements remaining in the air reveal that a fierce wizarding war took place here.

Dago's heart was pounding, and he tiptoed back the way he came.

"What a penniless wretch, what bad luck."

A man in a black robe walked out of the cave, cursing and swearing.

Dargo's pupils contracted; intense energy particle fluctuations emanated from this person's body...

His mental energy fluctuations were also much higher than mine, indicating that he was a high-level level three apprentice wizard.

I've only recently become a level three apprentice wizard, so I can't beat him.

Dargo cautiously moved his deerskin boots, but unexpectedly, his raised foot landed on the soft, damp mud...

The weight broke a dead branch, making a soft snapping sound.

Even though the sound was so faint, it sent a shiver down Dago's spine.

"I'm doomed," Dago thought to himself, knowing he had been exposed.

A pale-faced, middle-aged man with a short beard looked over...

The eyelids lifted extremely slowly, the outer corners of the eyes pressing down as if sliced ​​by a knife, leaving two cold, hard lines.

Like a vulture eyeing its dying prey, like a venomous snake coiled in the shadows, scrutinizing the feet of passersby...

Every inch of his gaze was menacing, sending chills down Dago's spine.

The black-robed wizard uttered short, rapid words, raised his hand, and a burning fireball the size of a basketball appeared out of thin air, carrying waves of heat, and hurtled straight toward Dago's location.

At the same time, Dago murmured an ice crystal spell, and as the cold wind blew, an ice crystal pillar quickly took shape.

There were no superfluous words, only the determination to kill the other party.

The instant the ice crystal pillar and the fireball collided, a large amount of mist spread out...

It obstructed Dago's view, and at the same time, it obstructed the other party's view.

Upon seeing the intense flow of fire elemental energy ahead, Dago quickly moved to a different position.

However, still locked on by the intense killing intent, he decisively threw an air bullet in the direction of the surging fire element.

The exhaust plume from the air created a window in the fog...

Just as the air bullet flew two meters in front of the black-robed wizard, it was suddenly blocked by an invisible barrier and exploded.

The black-robed wizard conjured another fireball in his hand and hurled it at Dago...

However, the shockwave from the air bomb's explosion pushed his body slightly, causing him to shift his position and land about five meters away from Dago.

The burst of fire instantly ignited a patch of bushes and grass around them.

Even Dago felt that the heat wave had burned him.

"This won't work. They can burn me even from five meters away," Dago thought in alarm.

He activated the ice element white gloves formed by the resonance technique he had cultivated, and began to rub ice crystal projectiles into his hands, gathering a large amount of ice element into his hands.

Using Ice Crystal Spell as the primary element, and Resonance Spell and Air Blast as secondary elements, a large-caliber ice crystal cannon shell, resembling a deep blue glacier, slowly took shape.

The black-robed wizard smiled dismissively. Generally, wizards fight by casting various protective and buffing spells on themselves and then casting spells on each other.

This kid doesn't even have a protective shield; the aftershocks of the fireball alone could burn him to death.

In addition, even basic Evocation spells can't break through his protective shield.

He continued chanting incantations, his eyes coldly sweeping over Dago, filled with icy contempt.

"Almost there, almost there. Soon we'll have roasted this brat to a crisp." The black-robed wizard grew more and more excited as he thought about it, and the fireball in his hand grew larger and larger.

Dago's ice crystal cannon is ready to be loaded...

"Launch," Dago silently thought to himself.

The powerful blast from the deep blue ice crystal projectiles pushed Dago back several steps...

The deep blue ice crystal projectiles, trailing a terrifying whistling and tearing sound, arrived in the blink of an eye, stirring up ripples in a transparent light shield.

The intensely rotating ice crystal warhead and the transparent light shield unleashed a powerful burst of energy particle fluctuations.

Countless ice flowers were caught in the ice crystal projectile, forming a spiral-shaped wake.

Suddenly, the air blast at the tail of the ice crystal bullet exploded again, propelling the ice crystal warhead forward and piercing the protective shield.

All of this happened in just a few seconds, and the black-robed wizard stood there dumbfounded in disbelief.

Dago looked up and saw that the black-robed wizard had a huge hole in his chest.

The ice crystal bullet pierced his body, and the spiraling icy tail carried away his flesh and blood.

The cold air froze the torn wounds around the cave entrance, and you could even see the still-beating heart inside.

After a short while, the black-robed wizard's arms fell to his sides, and the fireball in the air gradually shrank...

Finally, it turned into a small flame and disappeared, its body falling straight backward.

Dago was startled, then breathed a sigh of relief.

He slowly moved closer until he saw the corpse, at which point he bent over and vomited.

This was the first time Dargo had seen a dead body so closely, and the body was one he had created.

The adrenaline surge during the battle has now subsided, leaving only lingering fear and apprehension.

He actually killed someone.

The immense psychological impact took Dago a long time to recover and reflect on his recent battle.

The first thing I noticed was the amazing power of the Ice Crystal Cannon.

He had used the Ice Crystal Cannon to bombard the Bronze Crocodile, and as he progressed to the molting stage, Dago knew that its power had increased significantly.

Surprisingly, even a level three apprentice wizard couldn't withstand a single shot.

The Ice Crystal Cannon is not without weaknesses; its power is greatest only when the first Ice Crystal Cannon shot is fired using the Ice Element Gloves, which are imbued with the Resonance spell.

If the following is just an Ice Crystal Cannon combining Ice Crystal Spell and Air Bomb, its power will probably be significantly reduced.

Therefore, his sorcery duel must be swift and decisive; a protracted battle would be detrimental to him.

Dago immediately made up his mind that he would go back and practice the witchcraft like crazy to get rid of this problem of insufficient stamina.

Secondly, there's protective magic, and Dargo suffered from the effects of his mortal body this time as well.

If the black-robed wizard's second fireball had landed any closer to him, he would have been burned by the scorching flames.

With mixed and uneasy feelings, Dago began to search the corpse of the dead black-robed wizard.

He turned his head to the side, trying to avoid looking at the large hole in the corpse and the unseeing expression on its face.

He rummaged around inside his black robe and found a rough, uncomfortable bag in the innermost layer.

Dago took it out and saw that there were three or four low-level magic stones inside. He then took them out and put them into his money bag.

Then I noticed the peridot ring on the corpse's hand, and the detection spell detected that it was still fluctuating with energy particles.

Dago casually pulled it off and examined it in his palm, probing inside with his mental energy...

They sensed a low-level rune engraved on the peridot.

This was the first rune-enhanced item he obtained; it truly lived up to its reputation as a golden belt for murder and arson.