Wizards: Starting as a Potions Master!

Chapter 231 The Destroyed Wolf Pack and the Art of the Blind Monk

Late at night, inside the royal palace of Stormwind Keep, the capital of the Storm Kingdom.

In a dark space, the Queen Mother, the old Queen, and the young 16-year-old Queen Bride of the Storm Kingdom huddled together and wept bitterly.

They were worried about their husbands who had been captured by the terrible, rude Bulgars who worshipped the gods of beasts.

The old queen, as the daughter-in-law of the very old king, the wife of the former king, and the mother of the new king, was most worried. She looked at the statue of the storm god in the darkness and began to plead, "O storm god."

"Have you really abandoned us?"

"If you haven't abandoned us, why have three generations of kings of our Storm Kingdom been captured by the Bulgars?"

"Could it be that the power of the Beast God surpasses yours? Is that why you were forced to watch this absurd thing happen?"

Suddenly, the statue of the Storm God collapsed onto the marble floor of the palace, which was inlaid with gold and diamonds, and then shattered into pieces.

The three women screamed in fright.

In this storm kingdom, the fact that the statue of the Storm God has fallen to the ground signifies far too much.

They shouted for them to leave, and the guards who tried to come in, hearing the noise, did not dare let them see the statue of the Storm God smashed on the ground.

The old queen stared blankly at the shattered statue on the ground, at a loss. "Is it possible that even the God of Storms can't be relied upon now?"

At that moment, a blind monk emerged from the shadows in the corner. His face was covered in nails, he wore a black monk's tight leather robe, and his eyes were bound with luxurious silk.

The blind monk walked out with great elegance.

Like an evil nobleman lurking in the darkness.

He spoke in a deep, authoritative voice: "Yes, the God of Storms can no longer be relied upon."

"But you still have one way to get your husbands back."

"We have the power to help you bring your husbands back and drive away the Bulgars and the foolish Eastern Empire."

The three women huddled together, looking in horror at the blind monk who had suddenly appeared in the palace and was clearly not an ordinary human.

"Who...who are you? What do you want? This palace is full of church knights! And there's a shrine to the Storm God, who is watching over this place."

"We... are the divine ruling family chosen by the God of Storms."

The blind monk chuckled softly, continuing to walk forward without changing his expression. "Humans are truly creatures brimming with artistic talent."

"Even though you've already seen the statue of the Storm God shatter before your eyes, you still pretend to devoutly embrace your faith."

"Your despair has summoned me here, but you deny it and think I suddenly intruded into your territory."

Suddenly, many chains appeared behind the blind monk. These chains rushed out of the palace windows, smashed through the glass, and then pierced the bodies of the church knights and royal knights who were guarding the Storm Royal Palace.

Screams rose and fell, and in an instant, twenty Storm Knights' corpses were hanging behind the blind monk.

The three women watched this scene in shock.

The blind monk pointed to the shattered idol on the ground and said, "Just as you think. We have real power compared to the clay sculptures you worship."

"If you reach a pact with us and agree to allow us to preach normally in the Storm Kingdom region, I guarantee that I will bring back your youngest king within seven days."

The blind monk produced a contract, which was even burning with green fel flames.

The three women were terrified, but the old queen, after witnessing the blind monk's power, suddenly stopped trembling.

She lowered her head, then suddenly gave a strange smile. "Perhaps it really was me who summoned you here."

"I was thinking to myself just now, no matter what it is, as long as someone brings my father-in-law, husband, and son back."

"I'll agree to anything. To hell with the Storm God! If even the Storm God can't protect his own king, then don't blame us for... seeking new allies."

Facing the surprised looks from her daughter-in-law and mother-in-law, the old queen said, "Politics is inherently dark and realistic, and it has always been full of bloodshed."

"Let's stop pretending to be good people."

"People are all the same. When faced with danger or setbacks, people will choose what is most beneficial to themselves."

"only……"

The old queen looked at the blind monk. "Why do you need our permission to preach?"

The blind monk explained, "We love orthodoxy, we love order. Our world is full of order, far more orderly than yours."

"In our world, those in high positions are the absolute strong. The strength of one's energy determines one's status and position."

"But in your world, those in high positions are not necessarily strong, which is a ridiculous fact. So, beings like me must find weak women like you and make you sign a contract."

The blind monk artistically spread his hands. "And so, order was restored."

"So, do you want to sign it? It shouldn't do you any harm."

The old queen's eyes flickered. After examining the contract and confirming that it was indeed only a document permitting them to proselytize, she signed her name. "You must be some kind of cult, right? You want to seize this opportunity to gain the state's approval?"

"You certainly seized the opportunity well. Well, perhaps the Storm Kingdom should have brought in other gods anyway; with only one god, that god won't even go all out for our royal family! I sign!"

"We'll have many more opportunities to collaborate in the future."

Queen Zoe displayed the shrewdness of a stateswoman, then affixed the Storm Royal Family seal to the contract. "This is royal certification. I hope you will be different from the Church of Storm."

The blind monk immediately withdrew the contract, as there would be two benefits if these mortal queens signed it.

First, when they travel within the Storm Kingdom, they are no longer repelled by the omnipresent material world.

Although the sacred authority of the Storm God still suppresses the power of their energy world.

Secondly, he could create a gate of blind folly connecting the realm of the blind in this capital city.

This is the final step in destroying the capital of the Storm Kingdom!

The blind monk gave a cryptic laugh, then gracefully performed the courteous gesture expected of a lower-ranking nobleman to a queen. "You are truly a shrewd and capable politician. You are far more capable than your husband and sons."

"Your Majesty Queen Zoe, I believe that the Storm Kingdom will advance even further under your rule."

……

Meanwhile, in Peter's Territory, Raphael Fisher, who was leading seven Witchers in an attack on Peter's Territory, suddenly realized that the material world's rejection of him had disappeared.

Moreover, the primal force of the energy world permeating the air has increased by at least five times compared to before.

Raphael Fisher was overjoyed. He hadn't expected that at this moment when he was launching a full-scale attack on Sunan Peter, he would receive support from the energy world.

Or rather, as the energy world increasingly erodes the Storm Kingdom, the support they can receive will become greater.

Raphael Fisher faced ahead confidently as Warwick suddenly appeared and attempted to block him, unleashing a full-force spell from a four-star warlock—Spear of Indifference.

He pulled the trigger, and instantly Warwick's heart was pierced by a spear of indifference—a spear of indifference condensed from a highly concentrated wind of coldness on an iron arrow—and pinned to the ground.

Next, Raphael Fisher fired three arrows in quick succession.

It pierced and destroyed Warwick's head, the rest of his heart, and his chest.

But Raphael continued firing at Warwick's remains, continuing the destruction. "Finally, I can unleash my full power."

"According to the information I've gathered, you high-level werewolves can still survive even if your heads and hearts are destroyed at the same time, right? Then I'll continue to destroy your corpses until even necromancy can't control them anymore."

"Your weaknesses have been completely exposed before my eyes, those of a demon hunter. And my attacks—the attacks of a four-star warlock—are far superior to those of the enemies you have faced before."

He looked at the silent Blom and said, "Let me destroy your greatest asset. From now on, you will only be able to... fight alone."

He took out a strange wooden arrow engraved with many runes and shot it toward Blom, but the arrow fell beside Blom and landed on the ground next to him.

But in an instant... all the werewolves were horrified to discover that... the wolf pack effect seemed to have been blocked by something and disappeared.

All the werewolves can no longer feel the existence of the group through the pack effect.

He became all alone.

The wolf pack effect has been disrupted!

Blom glanced at Warwick. "This is troublesome."

"This enemy is indeed more powerful than any enemy we have ever encountered before."

If Su Nan had not advanced to become a formal wizard and undergone five complete sublimations of the entire wolf pack, leaving the pack in a state of needing to digest the magic potion...

Faced with this sudden attack from the Witcher, even if they manage to defeat him with great difficulty, the wolf pack will likely suffer many casualties.

Meanwhile, in the distance, aboard a three-masted offshore vessel returning to port, Su Nan, perched on the deck, finally smiled. "Not bad at all."

"I was worried that your attacks, you witchers... wouldn't be enough to truly kill Mr. Warwick. The Shadow Werewolf's sixfold immortality makes death itself an insurmountable obstacle."

"But if you don't die... how can you come back to life?"

"But it's meaningless if only the lone wolf dies while the pack survives. We must... make the pack die completely as well."

"Wolves, please rise from the dead once more. Only then can we continue our journey together."

Su Nan sat on a log chair on the deck, picked up a book, used a light spell, and began to read leisurely.

(End of this chapter)