Wizard Immortal

Chapter 189 Analysis

"What a pity about this sword..."

Adir pulled the broken blade from the corpse on the ground and looked at the black longsword that was now broken in two in his hand with some regret.

This longsword has been with him for several years, from when Adir first became a knight until now.

Moreover, this sword was personally given to him by Count Poria, which gives Adir a special meaning.

Unfortunately, as Adir's strength increased, so did the strength of his enemies. It was fine when he was a knight, or even a great knight, but at the level of a formal wizard, this longsword made of black steel was no longer effective, and now it was even broken in the middle of a fight.

With a sigh, Adir put away the two broken pieces of the longsword, intending to restore it to its original state and keep it as a souvenir when he returned.

Sheathing his longsword, Adir bent down and picked up the blood-red scimitar from the ground, quietly examining it before him.

In sight, the crimson scimitar emitted a faint bloody glow, carrying a bloodthirsty aura and exuding a strong stench of blood.

Holding the scimitar, Adir felt his blood rushing through his body, and a new vitality emanated from his previously exhausted body. Even his injuries were being suppressed to some extent and were healing at an accelerated pace.

"A high-grade enchanted item. Although I don't really like its appearance, it's good enough as a weapon."

After briefly inspecting the scimitar in his hand, Adir hung it on his waist before lowering his head to begin dealing with the items on Myrdor's body.

In the fight just now, Adir had a very difficult time.

This formal wizard named Myrdor is extremely powerful. Not only has he purified his spiritual power to a very high level, reaching the metamorphosis stage, but he is also a blood wizard. In terms of combat power, he can be said to be the strongest person Adir has encountered so far.

If it weren't for the fact that they were in the tomb of an ancient elven king, surrounded by a powerful magic array that repelled the surrounding energy particles and greatly weakened the effects of spells, Adir would have had an even more difficult time this time.

As a senior, formal wizard, and a blood wizard with extremely strong combat power, he naturally possesses a great deal of equipment.

After a brief search, Adir found quite a few things on Mydor.

Besides some high-grade magic stones, there were also many precious materials, and even a bottle of light blue potion.

The potion appeared pale blue, with wisps of gold flowing within it, like fish swimming in the ocean.

"This is... a purification agent!"

Upon seeing the bottle of medicine and conducting a preliminary examination, Adi's eyes lit up: "I didn't expect to find this!"

For a formal wizard to advance further, they must find a way to purify the spiritual power in their spiritual sea. Only after purifying it to a certain level can they attempt to advance to the second level of wizard.

Purifying spiritual power is extremely rare in the wizarding world today. Purification potions are the mainstream, but they are completely monopolized by major wizarding academies, and very few potions are available outside.

"Yes, this is a blood wizard. With his formidable strength that surpasses that of a regular wizard, it's not impossible for him to obtain some purification potions if he makes enough contributions on the battlefield."

Standing there, looking at the corpse on the ground, Adir put away the potion in his hand and thought to himself.

He no longer had the same desire for the purification agent as before.

Purification potions are precious because they have the ability to purify spiritual energy, which is extremely rare in the current wizarding world, hence their value.

On the way, Adir obtained an advanced meditation technique from the elven high priest who had been dead for many years. Although only two levels remained, which could only allow one to cultivate up to the level two wizard, it still had a method to purify spiritual power.

However, no one would complain about having too much of something that can purify spiritual energy.

Even though Adir possesses meditation techniques that allow him to purify his mental energy on his own, having some purification potions would still accelerate the process.

Even if they don't use it themselves, the value of the purification potion alone could be exchanged for many good things. At least one spot to the Maison region is definitely achievable; plenty of wizarding organizations would be happy to trade a largely useless spot with Adir.

After collecting the items the corpse was carrying, Adir took a step and walked towards the corner.

At this point, his image was somewhat tarnished.

The once pristine black robe was now tattered and torn, and a deep scar was clearly visible on the chest, from which blood continued to flow uncontrollably.

The three apprentices reacted differently as they watched Adir walk toward them.

Andrew and Cisti were acquaintances. Even when he saw Adir walking towards him, his body only tensed up subconsciously before returning to normal. On the surface, he appeared calm.

As for the other female apprentice, her body was already trembling. When she saw Adir coming over, she opened her mouth slightly, as if she was about to say something.

boom!

The sound of flesh and blood tearing echoed in the same spot.

Under the watchful eyes of Andrew and Sisti, Adir swung his sword backhand and slashed directly at his opponent.

The crimson scimitar possesses a unique characteristic: when it strikes flesh, if the opponent's physical strength is insufficient, the scimitar's force will cause their blood to explode within their body, creating a bloody scene.

Pieces of blood and flesh splattered everywhere. In an instant, Adir grabbed Andrew and the other man by the shoulders, and his figure vanished from the spot.

Under the tranquil night sky, three figures suddenly appeared in the same spot, returning to the same high mountain they had been on before.

It was still night, but the chirping of insects from the surrounding mountains and forests brought a touch of life to the quiet night.

"Are we out?"

Suddenly back in the outside world, Cisti looked somewhat dazed, staring blankly at Adir beside her, seemingly lost in thought.

"The parasitic spell on you has been lifted. Leave now."

Standing there, looking at Cisti and the other person beside him, Adir said, "I will stay here for a while longer."

"Okay, let's leave now!"

Before Cisti could speak, Andrew interrupted, saying to Adir, "Adir, be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked down the mountain path without hesitation, without the slightest delay.

Looking at Andrew's figure and then at Adir beside her, Cisti hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to leave.

Standing alone, watching the backs of Andrew and the other person in the distance, Adir hesitated. His magic power slowly spread, and a spell template was already formed in his mental sea.

But in the end, he didn't make a move. He just sighed softly and then disappeared from the spot.

Soon, he returned to the intersection of the roads he had crossed earlier.

In the spacious passageway, Myrd's headless body lay silently on the ground, while in front of him, an ancient and magnificent stone tablet shimmered with golden light, emanating a unique aura.

"The true meaning of the Lost Gift, besides being a tribute to the deceased, also represents a kind of recognition..."

Standing there, looking at the long passageway ahead, Adir muttered to himself, "If one wants to completely seal off one's tomb, the power of an ancient wizard could easily do so. Unless a wizard of the same level comes, who can get in? There's no need for such a fuss."

"This unique ritual is less a defense mechanism and more a unique form of identification, a gateway specially opened by the ancient shamans for their successors."

As he spoke, he looked at the three roads ahead.

Of these three roads, the central one is permeated with gold, and the power emanating from it is consistent with the power within the ruins; it should be the main road.

As for the other two roads, one is silver and the other is black.

The black one, without a doubt, was prepared entirely for the unpopular; any wizard could sense its ominous power.

"This contains the legacy left by the Elf King before his death, and there should also be some burial items."

Standing there, Adir lowered his head in thought: "If I were that Elf King, what would I do if I wanted to leave behind a legacy before I died?"

"If it were me, the true inheritance and treasures would definitely only be taken by my direct descendants or those who meet the qualifications for inheritance."

"Therefore, the golden main path in the middle must represent the true inheritance of the Elf King, but apart from the Elf King's bloodline descendants, whoever walks on it will surely die."

Adir raised his head: "The most essential part of the inheritance should naturally be left to our own people. As for the other relatively unimportant parts, from the perspective of an emperor, they should be prepared for his own people."

"Judging from this, that silver road must have been prepared for those with elven blood."

Thinking of this, and looking at the other long black road, Adir gritted his teeth and strode forward.

(End of this chapter)