Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 239 [239] Moon God Elf Bloodline Adult Level 4 Wizard

Wang Ya did not inform anyone about this trip.

He only operates within the territory, and without the intervention of formal wizards, very few people can threaten him.

The success rate of obtaining the final source is over 70%.

Even the five original forms of the evil god Gendas could only hide in mortal cities, fearing the existence of wizards.

Now, the evil god Gendass is like a stray dog, hiding in a dark, stinking ditch, licking his wounds.

The impact of this fundamental deficiency will require at least a century to improve.

Wang Ya lacked time, and so did the God of Gendas. The moment he set his sights on the God of Gendas, it was destined that the other party had completely lost his time.

Snail-like Wizard City.

Even at night, the Free Zone and the Commercial Street maintain a certain flow of people, with many wizard customers, creating a unique atmosphere that is even more pronounced than during the day.

Wang Ya dismissed the city lord's wizard who was guarding the teleportation array and strolled around the streets of the free district; the shops on both sides, the wizard stalls set up from time to time, and the figures of wizards coming and going created a lively scene full of worldly atmosphere.

Of course, it hasn't reached the point where we need to advertise. Extraordinary mental power has replaced advertising; often, we only need to sense the strength of the extraordinary fluctuations to determine the approximate value of an item.

Wang Ya randomly picked a shop and sold all the extraordinary items he had accumulated in his wizard ring.

These things are no longer of much use to him; keeping them is just taking up space.

They exchanged it for about two hundred magic stones, which was better than nothing and still a small fortune.

Harak poked a bird's head out from inside his sleeve, its black pupils observing the flow of people around him.

Wang Ya reached out and pressed it back down, then shook his robes. The black market information he had obtained from the shop assistant indicated that the location was on the outskirts of the Snail Ferocious Wizard City.

In the dense forest, a straight road has been carved out by man, paved with stone slabs and inlaid with pebbles, with kerosene lamps standing on both sides, emitting a slightly acrid smell.

Wang Ya was not in a hurry to leave this wizard city and wanted to stay for a while longer.

Harak determined the specific location area through perception.

Previously in the Bubble Lands, we only had a general idea of ​​what was going on. Wizard City manages hundreds or thousands of mortal kingdoms, a vast land, and searching for them on our own would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The waiting time is only about one day.

It can satisfy one's inner curiosity.

Wang Ya did not wear the previous black lotus mask, but instead wore a very simple white smiling mask.

There were quite a few wizards heading to the Snail Ferocity Black Market. Wang Ya sensed that there were about a dozen people in total, and more wizards were on their way.

There were no wizards guarding the entrance, and no entrance fee was charged.

Two enormous trees stood, with a relatively spacious area between them. Dazzling flames burned at the top of the trees. Looking inside, there was a large area of ​​tent-like buildings, with many figures passing by. A few noises reached Wang Ya's ears.

This is the Snail Ferocious Black Market, a dark place where all sorts of people mingle.

Just as Wang Ya had predicted, they were engaged in various underground and private transactions, even operating on the fringes of the rules of the underworld.

Whether or not a violation has occurred depends on the specific sorcerer of the Underdark, who will determine the verdict.

Wang Ya was almost certain that some of the dark wizards in the City of Snails had their own businesses and even connections in the black market.

Humans, dwarves, subterranean people, and mountain people. The slave industry remains the most prosperous, with the most wizards around, their voices mingling with the sobs of slaves imprisoned in iron cages inside the huge tents.

The noise grew louder and louder. Wang Ya frowned slightly and subconsciously glanced at several beautiful figures in an iron cage. They had fair skin, disheveled hair, and stunningly beautiful faces, but their clothes were tattered and revealed their private parts. Their meaningless attempts to cover themselves only attracted more greedy gazes.

The slave shop owner was all smiles; he was short but strong. The slave trader at the wizard camp near headquarters was also a dwarf of the same race—perhaps it was a racial talent.

Those beautiful figures had long, sharp ears and heterochromatic pupils, belonging to the same race as the Night Moon Elves I had previously purchased.

"My esteemed guest, whatever kind of goods you require, Barbara's shop will meet your needs."

The dwarf shopkeeper was adept at reading people's expressions and had been observing Wang Ya discreetly ever since he came into view.

Especially from Wang Ya's unique temperament and the special material of his wizard robe, one could tell that he was of extraordinary status.

"What's been happening in the Land of Mountains and Seas lately? The number of Night Moon Elves seems to have increased." Wang Ya transmitted the information using mental energy fluctuations.

The dwarf shopkeeper paused for a moment, his smile unchanged, and then he used his mental power to transmit the message, "To be honest, the Mechanical Heart faction next door has chosen to wage war against Nightmoon Forest. Many of the weaker Nightmoon Elf races have become prisoners. I only managed to get my hands on this batch of goods after much difficulty. Judging from the situation, it seems that the Mechanical Heart faction has a better chance of winning. The Nightmoon Elf royal family, the Nightmoon Elf King, is in poor condition, and there are even rumors that he is dead."

"No one knew that the Mechanical Heart would attack so suddenly, even bringing seven or eight particle wave anti-aircraft cannons, each shot capable of killing a level one transcendent being; the Night Moon Elves, under the protection of the Night Moon Elf King, had enjoyed too many peaceful days and were simply no match for the Mechanical Heart's offensive."

The dwarf shopkeeper pointed obsequiously to the four Nightmoon Elves in the cage, "If you need them, I can sell them to you cheaply. Buy five at once and get a 10% discount."

A thoughtful look flashed in Wang Ya's eyes. The Mechanical Heart was located on the edge of the Mountain and Sea Land, separated from the Dark Land by the 'Ocean Corridor'.

The continental plate is curved, and the canal of White Lake Wizard City connects to the inner sea of ​​Vast Sea Wizard City. Continuing along that sea route, you will reach the more open inner sea area, where the Wave Corridor occupies that part of the mountain and sea land.

Night Moon Forest is located near the Mechanical Heart's territory, and is also situated on the edge of the Mountain and Sea Land.

The Night Moon Elves within live in tribal communities, relying on the vast Night Moon Forest for survival. The Night Moon Kingdom, as the royal family that rules over all Night Moon Elves, has constructed buildings with an ancient and traditional style. Related information images appeared in Wang Ya's mind.

The Night Moon Elf King possesses the strength of a Level Two Wizard and has lived for an extremely long time, making him exceptionally powerful even among Level Two Wizards.

Generally speaking, the price of provoking a Nightmoon Elf is not equal to the benefits gained.

It seems highly likely that the Night Moon Elf King has encountered a problem; otherwise, the Mechanical Heart wouldn't have made such a losing deal.

The Night Moon Elf King is too old; there has been no news of him for the last two or three hundred years.

The long-lived elves also have a low birth rate. In order to maintain the purity of their bloodline, the royal family will only intermarry with other royals. The so-called Night Moon King bloodline is said to be able to control the power of the moon god, which Wang Ya is also quite curious about.

However, the royal Nightmoon Elves are too rare. Even after the Mechanical Heart conquered the Nightmoon Forest, it's impossible for them to be sold as slaves.

Whether it's extracting bloodlines to study the so-called power of the Moon God, or using it as an experimental subject to cultivate more Night Moon Elves and study the structure of different flesh and blood individuals, it has many uses and its value far exceeds that of ordinary Night Moon Elves. Even Wang Ya himself would not let go of such a precious experimental collection.

It deserves to be called a good thing.

The slave shopkeeper's words prompted Wang Ya to take a closer look at the five Night Moon Elves, his pupils unconsciously gleaming with white light.

Suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed in Wang Ya's eyes; he had discovered something extraordinary.

The cage was filled with weeds, and four plump Night Moon Elf women intentionally or unintentionally blocked the smallest Night Moon Elf.

"Ariana, you can do it. You need to be strong. You absolutely cannot fall here. So many uncles and elders sent you out of the Nightmoon Forest to save you."

Her golden hair was stained with dirt, and her fair skin and exquisite little face were also deliberately smeared with grime, as if to conceal some of her unique features. Her small hands clenched tightly, and her light blue eyes still showed unconcealed tension and fear.

So many wizards, terrible wizards, the wizard Ariana who killed my uncles and elders, you must not be afraid, you must be strong, you must live on, and you bear the hope of reviving the Nightmoon Elves.

The intense gazes that converged upon her terrified Ariana. Even though four kind Nightmoon Elf sisters and aunts shielded her from most of the view, she huddled in the corner of the cage, her eyes red and brimming with tears, as she recalled the carefree days she had spent in the Nightmoon Forest.

"My lovely little princesses, you should be grateful that you have met a distinguished guest who has bought you all and asked that you be washed clean and restored to the beauty of the descendants of the moon goddess."

With an exaggerated smile, the slave shop owner, accompanied by four tall, two-headed giants, approached the cage, his eyes wide, as if trying to frighten them.

Ariana huddled in her arms, protected by four Nightmoon Elves behind her; the five of them huddled together, stared at by five pairs of tense, innocent, and fearful eyes. The slave shopkeeper's smile became even more exaggerated; he liked this feeling.

Suddenly, his smile changed, and his eyes turned sinister and fierce. "You all better behave yourselves, obediently finish your baths, put on your nice clothes, and follow that distinguished guest. Once you step out of this tent, you'll be free."

Upon hearing the word "freedom," the five women, who had been filled with fear and apprehension, showed a hint of emotion on their faces. Freedom? Was that really the freedom they longed for?

The slave shop owner sneered inwardly as he watched the two two-headed giants carry the cage to the rear of the camp.

Once outside the tent gates, there is freedom, of course, but it is only freedom that leaves his grasp.

As for that distinguished guest, whether or not they are willing to grant freedom is up to them.

Once purchased, no returns or exchanges are accepted.

The slave shop owner enthusiastically introduced the other slaves to Wang Ya. The purchase of five Night Moon Elves cost a considerable amount of magic stones, even though Mechanical Heart had secured most of the shipping locations, resulting in a continuous flow of goods.

The slave shop owner's joy was written all over his face. What pleased him even more was that this mysterious and unknown big customer had actually bought quite a few slaves of other races, and when he confirmed the purchase, he showed no expression whatsoever.

Although the white smiling mask obscured the expression, the slave shop owner could already see through it and knew that this must be a distinguished guest with a noble and dignified appearance, like the legendary great wizard of wealth, bringing beauty to the wizarding world.

Ariana wore a cheap cloth skirt and an oversized round hat, her hair completely tucked inside. Even with her childlike appearance, her stunningly beautiful face stood out among the equally beautiful Nightmoon Elves.

At least, Wang Ya was slightly surprised when he first saw it, thinking to himself, "As expected of a descendant of the Moon Goddess Elf, I didn't misjudge her."

Even if it's just this one Night Moon Elf, it's still a profit, a tenfold profit. The other four Night Moon Elfs can be considered as bonuses.

The slave shop owner felt a pang of regret. Perhaps he should raise the price a bit more. This youngest Nightmoon Elf was clearly still a child. Once she matured and grew up, her appearance, demeanor, and aura would be even more impressive.

This alone could increase the value by about 30%.

This is already the limit.

In the extraordinary wizarding world, practical effects are ultimately the most important; appearances are merely embellishments.

Beneath Wang Ya's sleeve, a bright orange mirror emerged, its yellow light enveloping the five Night Moon Elves.

Surprise flashed in the slave shop owner's eyes, and his guess became even more certain: the identity of this mysterious wizard was definitely not simple, and the mirror artifact he possessed was of a very, very high grade.

However, as long as you buy his things and give him precious magic stones, your status is not an issue at all.

When the hostile wizards from the Underdark came to his door, he followed the business principles of doing business, believing that one should overcome all factors and conditions to satisfy all customer needs. He wholeheartedly agreed with this saying passed down by the Great Wizard of Wealth, and that he should act accordingly.

Wang Ya had no idea how to deal with these Night Moon Spirits, so this was an unexpected surprise.

The youngest Nightmoon Elf, possessing royal blood, is a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess Elf. The Eye of Truth discovered her true nature, and for some unknown reason, she was banished from the Nightmoon Forest to the Dark Land.

Moon Goddess Elves are a powerful elven race from ancient times. They are also long-lived, but once they reach adulthood, their strength is comparable to that of a level three formal wizard.

Adult Nightmoon Elves are barely comparable to apprentice wizards of the highest order, provided they have pure and relatively strong bloodlines.

For Nightmoon Elves with diluted bloodlines, it goes without saying that their pinnacle in life is only becoming a Limitless Wizard Apprentice.

The Royal Night Moon Elf is extremely valuable, and could be considered the most precious item in Wang Ya's collection.

If one could excavate the Moon Goddess's bloodline and deduce its complete form, its value would be extraordinary. It might even provide some assistance to Wang Ya's future path, allowing him to draw inferences from one instance to another. Wizards spend their time analyzing the unknown and exploring the mysterious.

For Wang Ya, the bloodline of the Moon Goddess was something mysterious and unknown.

As the sunlight pierced through the thick black clouds, bringing the dawn to the earth, Harak also pinpointed the exact location of the last remaining source of the evil god.

Standing on the city wall of Wizard City, gazing at the dawn illuminating the distant land and the far horizon, it was like an indescribable, magnificent sword of light, splitting the heavens and the earth.

A map of the Dark Land appeared in Wang Ya's mind, showing information about the local culture and environment.

Comparing the two, Wang Ya identified a mortal kingdom.

The kingdom's name is "Attached Image".

The flying griffin spreads its ten-meter-long wings, and the airflow generated by its flapping wings stirs up a layer of air, allowing it to move hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.

Harak, who has reached the level of a first-class extraordinary being, creates flying griffins with even more outstanding abilities, and the heights they can climb are almost enough to make ordinary wizards despair.

The higher you ascend, the more turbulent the troposphere becomes, and the greater the atmospheric pressure, wind pressure, and sound pressure become. That feeling is absolutely unpleasant, especially when the process exceeds your tolerance. There may even be more natural dangers, such as the terrifying pressure that can instantly crush a small mountain.

The thick clouds gradually thinned out, turning into a vast gray sky, a stark contrast to the predominantly azure blue.

Wang Ya had no choice but to maintain the Burning Silence Particle Energy Shield to resist pressure from all sides and natural environmental dangers such as gales.

Through the soul imprint, sharing the perspective of Harak's black pupils, what is presented is the outline of a tiny mortal kingdom below.

The attached image shows the capital city of the kingdom!

Straight to the heart of the enemy!

(End of this chapter)