Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Of course, there are many reasons why the Golden Touch is so powerful.

With two purifications of spiritual power and the same seven soul crystals, Dago's spiritual power is more than ten times stronger than that of a wizard of the same level.

After titanium absorbed all the rare metals on the Crimson Lotus Staff, its quality improved significantly, exceeding the range of ordinary third-tier materials.

It's unclear whether he has reached the fourth tier, since he has never dealt with alchemical materials above the fourth tier.

The Crimson Lotus Staff is now just two bare sticks, made of what appears to be some kind of wood. The titanium seems to have swallowed up only a layer of metal decoration on its surface.

"Mental strength, magical heritage, and spellcasting equipment—these are the few factors that ultimately determine a wizard's combat power."

At this moment, Dago couldn't help but feel a strange sense of emotion.

At the same level, the main differences between ordinary wizards and genius wizards lie in these aspects. Unbeknownst to him, he had already transcended the realm of ordinary wizards and completely joined the ranks of geniuses.

The cold-faced man with black markings and wearing strange spiked armor stared blankly at the handsome young man who had effortlessly killed a third-circle Voodoo priest with a mere wave of his hand. The shock and disbelief he felt left him momentarily dazed.

Suddenly, he saw the young man casually turn around, cast his gaze in his direction, and then slowly raise a hand, gently pointing in his direction.

In an instant, endless mysterious energy surged from the other party's fingertips, and countless free energy particles in the world converged.

In an instant, the cold-faced man felt a chill run down his spine, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by something.

He was terrified and instinctively tried to dodge, but before he could make any move, a deep blue beam of light, like an angry dragon, was reflected in his suddenly constricted pupils and shot past him with a "whoosh".

He felt as if the aurora borealis of the northern sky had pierced through him, and a chilling current that almost froze his blood instantly swept over his entire body.

The cold-faced man watched helplessly as a dazzling deep blue light rapidly extended from beneath the handsome young man's feet, passed through his location, and sped away towards his back.

As he slowly turned his head with a stiff expression, he soon saw incredulously that the Voodoo Cult Third Ring Wizard who had been fighting him had now transformed into a human-shaped ice block standing behind him, turning into flakes of ice dust and snow that were being blown away by the wind.

Beneath the iceberg and the handsome young man, the sea surface, stretching for nearly ten miles, was completely covered by a thick layer of ice, with countless snowflakes drifting down, resembling a void ice and snow "passage" that appeared out of thin air!

"Heh~"

The cold-faced man shivered violently. At this moment, the magical airship in the distance turned around and flew away. The handsome young man in front of him didn't seem to have any intention of chasing after them. He simply glanced at them and then turned and left.

The cold-faced man stared at the other person's retreating figure as they disappeared into the ship, his mind still not fully processing what had happened.

He had always regarded the young wizard he had met on the ship as an ordinary first-level wizard. He never expected that the other party was a terrifying existence who could easily kill a third-ring wizard.

From our previous interactions, we learned that they were being chased and had "escaped" to the ship. If that's true, how powerful must the people chasing them be?

Miracle Wizard?

What kind of extraordinary background does this wizard couple, who "eloped," have?!

The cold-faced man's mind was in complete disarray, and he barely knew how he landed back on the deck. The apprentices who had witnessed the entire battle were all in a daze, as if they were living in a dream.

Inside the room, Dago sat quietly, casually flipping through the contents of the spatial ring he had just received from the third-ring Voodoo wizard.

There wasn't anything particularly valuable inside. The only thing that might pique Dagger's interest was the huge pile of random, miscellaneous poisons and antidotes inside.

The Voodoo tradition primarily uses dark magic, supplemented by various methods of poisoning.

Wizards usually have a headache when they encounter this kind of being, and they may die from the other party's "underhanded tricks" for some reason. Unfortunately, the difference in strength between him and Dago was too great. He didn't even have time to use poison before Dago forcefully killed him.

"Creak—"

The door opened, and Dago looked up to see Tracy walk in calmly.

There was no need for much communication between the two. Dago already understood the other's purpose in intruding, and his gaze naturally turned to the direction behind him.

The green-haired girl Beatrice and her bodyguard, a stern-looking man with black stripes, followed Tracy cautiously as they entered.

Dago showed no surprise; in fact, he had been waiting for the other party to come to him.

"sit."

Dargo gestured for the two to sit down in a friendly manner.

The aloof man remained unmoved, still standing, and his attitude became even more respectful.

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, then slowly knelt down in front of Dargo.

"Thank you for your help, sir."

Beatrice took out a small storage pouch, held it with both hands, and respectfully handed it to Dago.

The storage pouch was unlocked, and Dago probed it with his mental energy and glanced at it briefly. To his surprise, he found a full 100,000 high-level magic stones inside.

He glanced at Beatrice with surprise, realizing that he had underestimated the wealth the girl carried.

"No."

Dago refused to accept it, shook his head, and casually said, "Consider it payment for the fare to travel together this time."

Upon hearing Dago's refusal, Beatrice froze in place.

She seemed unsure of what to do and subconsciously turned her head to cast a pleading glance at the cold-faced man behind her.

The latter gave Beatrice a look, and a hint of hesitation flashed across Beatrice's face. Then, as if she had made up her mind, she gritted her teeth and took out another square iron box, which, along with the previous storage pouch, was handed to Dago once again.

"This is truly all we can offer."

Beatrice spoke earnestly, "I hope you won't find it offensive, sir."

Dargo was somewhat helpless. He hadn't helped Beatrice and Tracy for these reasons. Besides considering that she got along well with Tracy, he also wanted to find someone to practice with after finishing his arduous training.

However, judging from Beatrice's current state, if he doesn't accept her thanks, the girl probably won't be able to sleep well tonight.

Dago thought for a moment, then casually took the two items Beatrice handed him and opened the tin box.

Inside, a dark green dagger lay quietly, with several pieces of black leather paper pressed beneath it.

The dagger has a very peculiar design. A strange eyeball is embedded in the handle. The dagger is divided into three sections with a small gap in the middle. It looks like a blood groove but doesn't look like a blood groove.