Wizard Immortal

Chapter 179 Coldfall Mountains

"Perfect timing. Once this matter is over, we can go find the materials and figure out how to make it."

"Putting what I have in my hands away," Adir muttered to himself.

Speaking of which, besides the crafting data for the Guardian Stone, he also has the crafting data for the Crimson Sword.

This was obtained by chance before, and after such a long period of analysis, it has now been successfully deciphered by the chip.

However, although the Crimson Sword is only a high-level enchanted item, the materials required to forge it are comparable to those of some magical artifacts. Even with Adir's vast wealth, he could not gather them all in a short time and could only look on in disbelief.

In comparison, the materials required for this Guardian Stone are much simpler; as long as a bounty is offered to acquire them, the materials should be collected quickly.

Besides the information on the enchanted item, Adir also found some other things, some of which were also rare materials, but they were much inferior to the enchanted item.

This is understandable, though, as the owners of these items were mostly apprentices, not even a single formal wizard, so naturally they couldn't have many good items.

After tidying up his things, Adir turned his gaze to the open space in front of him.

After observing for a while, he walked straight ahead.

A tiny light flashed briefly, then disappeared.

A faint force field appeared on Adir's neck, rippling gently in the surrounding space.

This is a distorting force field, which activated on its own just now and blocked something.

"That blow, if it had hit an ordinary wizard, would have been enough to instantly kill a second-class apprentice."

Feeling the pressure he had just experienced, Adir narrowed his eyes and looked ahead: "There's definitely something strange about this place."

As he walked ahead, the once flat road began to change, turning directly into a black river.

From the black river, an extremely disgusting odor emanated, instilling a sense of revulsion and an instinctive urge to destroy everything in sight.

"Abnormal force field fluctuations detected..." At this moment, the voice from the chip in my mind came again.

Time and space seemed to stand still; at this moment, the entire world around us turned black.

The surrounding flowers began to turn black, and hideous human faces sprouted from them, all of which turned to look at Adir.

A profound mental pressure struck, and Adir felt a sharp pain in his mind before the world around him returned to normal.

"Is this... a psychiatric evaluation?"

Standing there, his breathing became somewhat disordered, and he was panting heavily, but his face remained calm.

He looked ahead again and saw the flat land in front of him, and the eye-catching flowers all around. Everything looked so peaceful and beautiful.

After calming the chaotic atmosphere, Adir continued forward and finally came to a small wooden house.

This is a large black wooden house, which looks like it was made of iron and wood, but it looks very old and has a thick layer of dust on it.

Following the road ahead, Adir arrived at the door of the wooden house and gently pushed it open with his arm.

A unique sensation came from his arm; the door in front of him was much heavier than he had expected, which surprised Adir.

Seeing the door trembling slightly in front of him, he increased the force in his hands and continued to push forward.

With a creak, the door opened, revealing the scene inside.

The first thing that came into view was a large hall, which appeared completely dark because it was nighttime, making it impossible to see the specific scene clearly.

Looking at the dim scene, Adir had a sudden thought. Around him, specks of energy began to gather and condense into clusters of light, emitting a faint glow that illuminated the surroundings.

Only then did Adir see the scene inside the room clearly.

In the dilapidated hall, old and broken furniture was scattered everywhere, and at the very front was a large wooden table and a skeleton dressed in a black robe. Even though it had been dead for many years, it still emitted a faint radiation.

In front of the black-robed skeleton, there was a book with a black cover and a quill pen.

After walking to the front and confirming that there were no problems, Adir picked up the tattered book in his hand and directly opened to the first page.

The yellowing occurred after the pages were turned, revealing lines of messy handwriting that looked somewhat disorganized.

The text was written in a script called Mora, and the book itself must have been specially treated as well, because even after decades, the writing is still very clear.

"I'm sorry...child...I can't save you..."

"If I could become a full-fledged wizard, perhaps I could..."

"Everything is ready, we're sure to succeed this time!"

"I failed again... but this time no one is coming to save me..."

"What a pity... the legacy of the Coldfall Mountains..."

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In the book, lines of messy handwriting are visible, making it look like a diary.

From these scattered entries, we can infer that the diary's owner was an apprentice who failed twice in his attempts to become a full-fledged wizard.

However, what caught Adir's attention was that at the end of the diary, there were some vague descriptions and records about the Coldfall Mountains.

"The Legacy of the Coldfall Mountains..."

Looking at the entries in the diary about the Coldfall Mountains, Adir was somewhat surprised: "This apprentice knew decades ago that there were ancient wizard ruins in the Coldfall Mountains? He even knew exactly what was inside?"

Adir learned about the ruins in the Coldfall Mountains from Terence, but he didn't actually know what was there; he just wanted to try his luck.

However, the descriptions in this diary did make Adir take it a little more seriously.

Anything that qualifies as a legacy must contain a wealth of advanced knowledge for transmission, or even spell templates. If it is the legacy of an ancient wizard, its value will be immeasurable.

"If there really is an ancient wizard's legacy within the Coldfall Mountains, then we must obtain it this time no matter what."

Looking at the diary in his hand, Adir had many thoughts running through his mind before finally putting the diary away and placing it in the bag behind him.

In the spacious living room, several orbs of light were still shining, and the faint light from all around illuminated the surroundings.

Following the faint light, Adir walked to the side, preparing to search the living room thoroughly to see if he could find anything unexpected.

Two hours later, after the area had been thoroughly searched, it was already past the time.

To Adir's disappointment, there wasn't much left in the wooden house. After all, decades had passed, and most of the things had rotted away. Apart from the magic stones and some materials, there was practically nothing left.

After confirming that there was nothing more to be gained, Adir left the wooden house and slowly walked back in the direction he had come from.

As they approached the iron tree, the sounds of clashing swords rang out. Three groups of people were facing off, their eyes filled with longing as they looked at the two gleaming fruits hanging on the iron tree.

In fact, Adir bears some responsibility for their standoff here.

The knights who choose to venture into the Moon Garden in search of the Moon Fruit usually have some issues. They may have difficulty activating the Seed of Life due to physical reasons, or they may be too old to complete their advancement on their own. Therefore, they all need the Moon Fruit to assist them in taking the final step.

Originally, there were three ripe fruits on the iron tree, just enough for the leaders of the three groups, but now one of the fruits has been picked by Adir, leaving only two fruits on the tree.

This meant that only two people could achieve their goal, and the last person left would naturally be unwilling, so they immediately confronted each other and were still negotiating.

Looking at the three of them, Adir shook his head, his body unleashing a distorting force field to completely conceal his aura, and then quickly walked out, ignoring their thoughts completely.

Once outside, the glowing mushrooms that once filled the forest had almost completely disappeared, leaving only a few scattered specks of light flickering, bringing a glimmer of brightness to the dim night.

Looking around, Adir headed straight back the way he came, quickly returning to the town.

the next day.

But just as dawn was breaking outside, Adir left his room and went outside the hotel.

Outside, the coachman was already waiting with the carriage. Upon seeing Adir emerge, he immediately adopted a respectful expression: "Master!"

"Let's go."

After casually glancing around, carrying a package in his hand, Adir got into the carriage and spoke to his coachman.

The sound of hooves echoed from the spot, and with a soft shout from the coachman, the carriage slowly moved forward, heading towards an unknown distance.

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More than a week later.

"Sir, we're almost there."

As we walked along a narrow path, the driver in front turned around and said, "Once we reach the small town ahead, we'll be within the range of the Hanluo Mountains."

"Thanks for your hard work."

A gentle voice came from inside the carriage.

After a while, Adir got out of the carriage and sat down next to the coachman, looking at the surrounding scenery.

Ahead lay a small town, but compared to the previous Night Maple Town, this town appeared much more dilapidated. Not only were there few passing caravans, but even the surrounding roads seemed quite rudimentary.

In the distance, there are towering mountains, covered with tall trees, and ranges of hills, all part of the Hanluo Mountains.

Before coming here, Adir had gathered some information about the Coldfall Mountains.

The so-called Hanluo Mountains are actually a very large area; in terms of area alone, it is equivalent to almost half a province.

Because of the mountain range, the roads here are very difficult to travel, and most of the surrounding residents are poor. Apart from some caravans that buy mountain goods and animal hides, few people come here.

(End of this chapter)