Wizard Immortal

Chapter 247 The Krassus

Standing before the barren black earth, listening to Thor's story, Adir quietly lowered his head and began to ponder.

While most legends are absurd, they are not necessarily entirely fabricated. Many ancient legends may contain some truthful information.

Judging from the current situation here, it's possible that in ancient times, there really were two demon kings fighting here.

After thinking quietly for a while, Adir stopped thinking about these things and quietly looked up into the distance, preparing to continue on his way.

Several days passed quickly.

In the barren black soil, there stands a sizable market, where some people live.

The origins of these people were diverse; some were local natives, some were refugees from other kingdoms, and others were wanderers.

The place is filled with all sorts of people, from deserters to murderers, making its membership quite complex.

Adir expected the place to be chaotic, but he found it wasn't.

The market in front of us didn't look very big, but it wasn't chaotic. Although most of the people inside seemed a bit abnormal, it looked quite clean on the outside, and we didn't even see any fighting or brawling.

Most of the people here had cold expressions, and each of them carried some weapons, passing by in a hurry.

There were also some poor people and madmen who looked very weak, staying in certain fixed places, some of their bodies twitching, as if they had contracted some strange disease.

"This land can't grow food, so how do these people survive?"

Looking at the passersby around him, Adir asked with great interest.

"By producing a beverage called Kuma."

Arriving at the familiar scene, and looking at the people around him, Thor's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, even disgusted: "This drink can excite people in a short time, and once you drink a bottle, you become addicted and it's very difficult to quit. Therefore, it's very popular among nobles from afar."

"Lord Adir, do you see those natives carrying that black hay?"

He pointed to some things that the natives were carrying on their backs and said to Adir, "Those are the raw materials for making Kuma, things that grow from the black soil."

"Isn't it said that nothing can grow on black soil?"

Adir asked, somewhat surprised.

"That means that common crops and medicines cannot be grown."

Thor replied earnestly, "This black hay is one of the few things that can be grown on black soil. Although the yield is relatively low, it is the main ingredient for making Kuma, and it can only be produced in this desert."

Adir nodded slightly, then looked ahead and shifted his gaze to the natives.

The skin color of these natives is very similar to that of the black people in Adir's previous life, but they are generally shorter in stature and have a different appearance.

If you put them together, apart from the fact that they have the same skin color, you can tell at a glance that they are two different species.

Around them, there were some slightly better-looking indigenous women who were completely naked, walking around and seemingly trying to solicit customers.

Looking around, Adir observed carefully.

Besides his appearance, the language spoken by the people around him was also different from the languages ​​Adir currently knew, and he needed some time to readjust.

After watching silently for a while, Adir, led by Thor, walked in the other direction.

Their group was very conspicuous as they walked on the road.

Leaving aside Sol and Yana, as semi-locals, their appearances, though different from the locals, are not particularly striking.

But Adir was different.

After completing the bloodline transformation, his appearance became even more handsome. Even though the parts that made him different from ordinary people were now hidden by the jade mark, the calming aura he exuded could not be concealed, making him shine like the bright moon in the darkness among the people around him.

Moreover, his attire was excellent; the black robe he wore was made of the finest soft silk, clearly indicating that he was a wealthy nobleman.

Several people around had already sprung into action the moment they saw Adir. Among them were dancers who were clearly engaged in some kind of business, as well as thieves with ulterior motives.

Of course, besides these people, most others were watching from a distance, but their eyes were also glancing at this side out of the corner of their eye.

Adir remained calm and made no move in the face of these people.

Thor, quite consciously, turned around, grabbed one of the natives who was quietly approaching Adir, and threw him away violently.

bump!

The sound of a body colliding with the ground rang out. Under Thor's force, the native was thrown several meters away before falling to the ground with a loud crash.

"roll!!"

Having done all this, Thor's eyes widened instantly, and his tall, imposing figure exuded a chilling aura, intimidating those around him who harbored ill intentions.

"At the very least, he's a powerful knight apprentice..."

Seeing this scene, several people around had this thought in their minds, and some of the ideas they originally had were immediately dispelled.

"Is it okay to do it here?"

Watching Thor's performance, Adir asked with great interest.

"It's okay."

Yana, who was holding a child, chimed in, "As long as no one is killed here, it's fine."

She looked very calm, and even with the subtle stares of those around her, she didn't seem to feel anything, unlike an ordinary girl.

This is understandable, though. As descendants of ancient wizards, even if their lineage has been lost, the power of their bloodline still flows within them.

Even a girl like Yana, who looks frail, could probably take down several adults on her own if she really got into a fight, so she naturally wouldn't take these ordinary people who weren't even knight apprentices seriously.

"This place seems to only have ordinary people living here."

As he walked along the street, silently observing the pedestrians around him, Adir thought to himself.

Along the way, he kept observing the pedestrians around him through the chip, but in the end he found nothing.

The people here are mostly ordinary people. Although some have calluses on their hands, they are just ordinary people who are well-trained and have not even practiced the Knight's Breathing Technique.

As for wizards, Adir didn't see a single one, and basically couldn't even sense the faintest high-energy reaction.

This is understandable, as wizards are not commonplace, but extremely rare.

It would be strange if a wizard visited a barren region like this, where resources are scarce and even ordinary food cannot be produced.

Even Adir, if Thor hadn't led him here, would most likely have turned around and left immediately after seeing the situation in this area, and would never have wasted any time here.

As they walked, they soon arrived at a place.

It was a very dilapidated tavern, stained black and red all over, with a snake embroidered on the sign at the entrance, which looked rather strange.

"snake···"

Upon seeing the sign hanging in front of the tavern and thinking about the curse on Thor and the other man, Adir instantly made a connection and murmured to himself.

"Lord Adir, this is the only tavern around here."

Standing to the side, Thor looked at Adir with a respectful expression and said, "If you don't want to stay here, then we'll have to rent a few rooms from other people at a high price."

"It's okay."

Hearing Thor's words, Adir snapped out of his daze and smiled at him, saying, "This will do."

As he spoke, they went inside.

"Two rooms."

Upon entering the tavern, Thor went to the counter to negotiate with the staff, while Adir and Yana stood in place, silently observing the interior of the tavern.

Just like what you see from the outside, the main color scheme of this tavern is still black and red, and there are several places embroidered with the pattern of a black snake, which shows that the owner of this tavern has a special fondness for black snakes.

Around the tavern, some local indigenous people sat, dressed in various styles.

"what?"

Silently observing everything around him, Adir was suddenly somewhat surprised.

In a corner of the tavern, several dark-skinned natives were sitting, including a gaunt old man with a white beard and wearing a strange hat, who was muttering something as if in prayer.

What surprised Adir was not the old man's appearance, but certain marks on his body.

It wasn't a wizard or a knight, but something similar.

Although the old man looked thin, his physical condition was far superior to that of ordinary people, and even his mental fluctuations were much stronger than those of ordinary people. His life force was very strong.

Under the gaze of the Moon Elf's Eye, the old man was shrouded in a faint black mist, and something similar to the radiation emanating from a wizard, yet different, was spreading from his body, which Adir could easily see.

"A thin layer of contamination field...this old man is no ordinary person..."

Quietly observing the gaunt old man in the white hat in the distance, Adir analyzed the situation, a sudden interest rising in him to want to study him.

Knowledge of a power that can make a person stronger is extremely rare and precious.

Whether it's the wizard's meditation method or the knight's breathing method, they are the result of countless years of refinement by ancient wizards.

In ancient times, ancient wizards conquered many worlds, acquiring different powers and knowledge from different worlds. They organized these into the wizarding system, which led to the glory and power of wizards.

According to information obtained by Adir from the Emerald World, during the heyday of ancient wizards, there were hundreds of branches of wizards. Almost every time a world with a power system was conquered, several more branches of wizards would emerge.

At that time, knights were also a branch of a certain wizarding system.

However, after the glorious curtain fell and the ancient wizards perished, the later wizard civilization rose from the ruins. Most of the knowledge accumulated in the past had been lost, and only the main body and some branch knowledge, such as the Knight's Breathing Technique, were unearthed, improved and disseminated again.

The old man in front of me possesses a power that is clearly different from that of a normal wizard or knight, and it is very likely that he has inherited knowledge from some branch of wizardry.

Silently, Adir attached a wisp of his spiritual power to the other party to record it.

As a top-tier wizard, Adir's spiritual power would require careful observation from a wizard in the transformation stage to detect, and it could exist for at least several years.

Once Adir has made a mental record of something, as long as the distance isn't too far, Adir can sense it and easily discover the other party.

The reason for doing this is because Adir is currently pressed for time.

The curse on Yana will erupt in less than a month, and in such a short time, Adir has no time to prepare for the experiment.

Moreover, in such a desert, without a high-precision laboratory, relying solely on the rudimentary materials that Adir carried with him, it was impossible to conduct experiments with peace of mind.

Adir is about to face the curse left by the ancient wizard, and he doesn't want to be too distracted by these extra things in this short period of time.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind. After Thor returned, Adir, led by his servant, went up the stairs of the tavern and headed to the upper floor.

After they left, the gaunt old man sitting in the corner of the tavern finally raised his head.

"Those two were Crassus's people..."

He raised his head; though his body was thin, his eyes were very bright, and a snake's shadow flashed in his eyes.

"Elder Ral, shall we arrest them?" a voice came from the side.

Beside the gaunt old man, a local man spoke softly in his native language, his dark face looking cold.

"Don't act impulsively!"

The gaunt old man named Lal gave a low rebuke before saying, "I can sense the power within those two Krass people."

"That girl is alright. Her body is almost completely corroded by the power of the serpent god. I'm afraid that in a few days she will attract the black-robed messenger with the body of a serpent."

"But that man is very difficult to deal with."

Lal's expression was solemn: "I can sense the power within the other party. This is definitely a core descendant of Crassus. Even now, the power of the serpent god within him has not been unleashed, but has been suppressed by the other party's blood pressure."

"Even I'm not confident I can take down a Krassus of this caliber; I'll need to contact more people to be sure."

"Even Elder Ral, you're not confident..."

Upon hearing Lal's words, the surrounding natives seemed startled, their eyes showing disbelief.

"That's not all."

Lal slowly shook his head, his eyes remaining clear. He continued, his tone somewhat excited, "Did you notice the baby?"

"A baby?" The locals around were taken aback.

"That baby has very strong blood, far surpassing that of her parents. If she grows up, even I won't be a match for her."

A look of excitement appeared on Lar's face: "If this powerful Crassus bloodline can be nurtured from a young age, it would be excellent material to support the descent of the Serpent God."

"If we can offer it to the serpent god, we will surely receive his blessings!"

(End of this chapter)