Wizard Immortal

Chapter 248 Encounter

Sitting in a corner of the tavern, the native elder named Lal looked excited.

However, he did not notice that a local man beside him, listening to his story, had a slight change in expression before quickly becoming excited.

They didn't stay in the tavern for long. After leaving two men to guard the place, Ral led the rest of the group outside, seemingly to call for reinforcements.

"Have they already left?"

On the other side, feeling the spiritual imprint he had left behind fading further and further away, Adir didn't pay much attention and went directly to Thor's room on the other side.

In Sol's room, Yana was sitting on a wooden chair, panting heavily, looking very tired.

It seems that because she is getting closer to the source of the curse, or perhaps because the seal placed by Adir is about to disappear, the frequency of the curse afflicting the girl has been increasing during this period, and now it afflicts her several times almost every day.

The black mark on her forehead had become very prominent and had begun to spread downwards, extending to the girl's neck.

"How is it?"

Entering the room, seeing Yana's weak state, Adir frowned first, then asked Thor.

"I feel...very uncomfortable."

Beside Thor, Yana was pale and trembling slightly. She spoke in a weak voice, sounding extremely uncomfortable.

Beside her, Thor remained silent, one arm around the child and the other holding Yana's hand, trying to offer her some warmth.

Standing in front of Yana, Adir quickly checked her condition. He then gave her several bottles of medicine to drink and laid her down on the wooden bed.

After drinking the potion, the black curse on her body began to fade, and a purple bloodline power was activated, instinctively working in conjunction with the remaining seals on her body to suppress the black curse mark.

Soon, the black mark on her neck was suppressed, and she felt much better. She fell asleep on the wooden bed, holding her child.

Thor breathed a sigh of relief after watching this scene closely, and looked at Adir with gratitude.

"Let's talk outside, so as not to disturb their rest."

Standing in the room, Adir glanced at Yana and her daughter lying on the wooden bed, spoke softly, and then stepped out of the room first.

Behind him, Thor carefully closed the wooden door and followed him out.

"Her condition is very bad."

Stepping outside, Adir gazed at the distant scenery and said, "You should be able to sense it, as we approach the source of the curse, the curse within you is becoming more active."

Standing beside Adir and listening to his words, Thor remained silent, simply removing the bandage from his forehead.

He took out the cloth that had been covering his forehead, and on his forehead, a black mark could be clearly seen, with the faint outline of a snake emerging on it.

"As expected, the curse on you is about to erupt."

Seeing the black mark on Thor's forehead, Adir wasn't surprised. He simply asked quietly, "Can you still maintain stability?"

"There shouldn't be any problems in the short term."

Thor shook his head, then smiled wryly: "But once I return to my hometown, things might change. The period of stability will probably become shorter and shorter."

"Yana's condition is getting worse and worse."

Adir said calmly, "It's not too late to send her back now."

She didn't agree.

Saul shook his head with a wry smile: "She said that if we succeed, it doesn't matter whether she goes or not. But if we fail, she hopes to die with me in our homeland."

"In fact, at this point, we had long since given up hope of surviving."

He began, "I only hope that our children won't follow in our footsteps, and that they can live a peaceful life."

Don't worry.

Adir raised his head, gazing into the distance: "She is my student, and I will take good care of her no matter what."

"And if everything goes smoothly this time, you'll be able to watch her grow up in person."

"I hope so."

Thor shook his head, a wry smile on his face.

They chatted for a while before parting ways and returning to their respective rooms.

The next day, as soon as it was light, they set off again to continue their journey.

They hired a fairly spacious carriage in the local town, along with several guides familiar with the surrounding terrain, and set off.

They spent several days traveling until noon one day.

At noon, they stopped to rest in a patch of black soil, preparing to have lunch before continuing their journey.

In the distance, some figures began to appear, each dressed in different clothes, riding on a creature similar to a horse but smaller, galloping quickly into the distance.

Behind them were several dozen dark-skinned indigenous people chasing after them.

"They're Crassus people!"

Beside Adir and the others, when the guide saw the pursuers, he let out a gasp, his eyes seemingly filled with fear.

As for Thor and Yana, they both looked up at the distance at the same time, their faces clearly showing surprise.

"What's going on?" Looking at the figure in the distance, Thor slowly stood up, gripping the longsword at his waist with one hand, and asked calmly.

"It's the snake witches who are hunting down those Krassus people."

Seeing Thor's reaction, the guide spoke up, his eyes still seemingly filled with fear: "Sir, neither of these groups are good people. We should get away as soon as possible!"

"I'm afraid it's too late."

Adir shook his head slightly and said these words calmly.

In the distance, the group of natives clearly spotted Adir and his group, and immediately split into more than a dozen people, heading towards Adir.

As the locals approached from afar and stood beside him, the guide's face changed, turning ashen.

However, after glancing at Adir beside him and Thor with his indifferent expression, he still stood up with trembling legs and walked towards those people, preparing to negotiate with them.

He shouted several times in the local dialect into the distance, attempting to negotiate with the other party.

However, looking at Adir and his group, the locals on the other side clearly had no such intention. Ignoring the guide's shouts, they charged forward directly.

Seeing this, Adir remained calm, seemingly without any reaction, while the guide looked ashen-faced.

Thor stood up, glanced at Adir, and seeing that he didn't move, drew his longsword and walked towards the natives.

Upon seeing this, the natives grinned, and their eyes lit up when they saw the longsword in Thor's hand.

The longsword in Thor's hand was a gift from Adir. It was made entirely of the finest alchemical materials and looked extremely precious, making the eyes of the natives, who could only use rudimentary weapons, light up.

As for Thor, who charged at them with that longsword, they saw him as nothing more than a death sentence.

In this desert where there are no knights or wizards, very few people can stand alone against a dozen or so native warriors.

Unfortunately, Thor in front of them was one of them.

A streak of purple light flashed across the sky, accompanied by a scream.

Under the dumbfounded gazes of several natives, Thor's eyes gleamed with a hint of purple as he swung his silver longsword, unleashing a burst of purple sword light that instantly killed several natives charging at the forefront.

This is the power of Thor's bloodline, which is now manifesting itself in the battle, granting him power comparable to that of a knight.

"This... he's a Crassus!!"

The natives behind them immediately realized that the person in front of them, like the ones they had chased before, was also a Krassus.

The violence in their hearts vanished instantly, but in the next moment, they exchanged a glance and continued to charge forward, trying to entangle their opponent.

"Are those people our tribesmen?"

In the distance, the Krass people who had been being chased earlier stopped when they saw this scene, looking somewhat hesitant.

"What do we do now?"

They all turned their gaze to the middle-aged man in the middle, as if asking for his opinion.

The middle-aged man was clad in a black robe, his weathered and rugged face bearing two scars, but his eyes were sharp. After a moment's thought, he spoke without hesitation: "Let's fight our way back!"

Hearing his words, the others did not hesitate. They picked up their weapons and spurred their mounts forward.

Over there, Saul's performance continued.

He wielded a sword in one hand and a shield he had taken from the natives in the other, rampaging through the area and cutting several people down to the ground.

This terrifying fighting power left the locals stunned, almost unable to believe their eyes.

"This power..."

Among the natives, watching Thor's performance from afar, a middle-aged man with a cold expression and only one eye couldn't help but be surprised: "Under the territory of the Serpent God, this Krassian has not only not become weak, but has also been able to maintain such strength."

"Didn't that guy Lal say a few days ago that he discovered a direct descendant of the Krassians? This is probably the guy." A sinister voice rang out from behind.

Behind the one-eyed man, a man whose body was wrapped in straps and whose face was the only visible part of him walked out from behind. Looking at Thor's performance, he couldn't help but show a look of fear on his face.

"What do we do now?" he asked, looking at the one-eyed man.

"I'm afraid I'll have to leave now."

Looking at Thor in the distance, the one-eyed man hesitated for a moment before speaking, "This Krassus is too strong. If it's just the two of us, we might be in some danger."

"Perfect timing. Lal will be here in a few days. We can get together once he arrives."

He looked at his companion beside him and said this.

After a while, looking at Thor and the others in the distance, they quickly left without any intention of lingering there.

"Lord Thor!!"

On the other side, a surprised and delighted shout rang out.

Beside Thor, the Krass people who had been chased earlier stood there. The middle-aged man who was leading them had a look of surprise on his face, as if he hadn't expected to see Thor here.

"Who are you?"

Startled by the sudden call, Thor was taken aback before looking up at the middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man in front of them was very tall and wore a full set of black leather armor. He was holding a short knife and his exposed muscles looked very robust, making it clear at a glance that he was a powerful warrior.

"You are Uncle Syl..."

Looking at the person in front of him, Thor seemed to have thought of something and finally uttered the name.

Upon hearing Thor utter the name, the middle-aged man opposite him showed an excited expression and strode forward, eventually kneeling on one knee in front of Thor and performing a seemingly ancient ritual.

"You guys come here!"

Seemingly remembering something, Syl shouted to the others behind him, "This is Young Master Thor, the next heir of our Crassus clan!"

Upon hearing Sil's words, the others were startled and quickly stepped forward, performing an ancient salute just like Sil.

"Get up."

Seeing their expressions, Thor gave a bitter smile: "We've come this far, what use are our past identities now?"

"Come with me."

He looked at the people in front of him, said something, and then quickly walked to the other side.

"Are these your people?"

Walking up to Adir, looking at Thor in front of him, Adir asked a question.

"Yes."

Thor looked puzzled. "They are indeed my people, and one of them used to be my guard."

"But I don't know how they managed to escape the curse."

He looked at Adir in front of him and asked in confusion.

He had a deep understanding of how difficult curses could be.

Before meeting Adir, he had only one way to avoid the curse: to constantly move away from it and weaken it.

Even so, as time goes by, the curse rooted deep in the bloodline will continue to erupt, only delaying the process to some extent.

Since these people are Thor's people, they naturally have the curse within them. They haven't distanced themselves from the source of the curse, so under normal circumstances, the curse should have already erupted.

Adir was also curious about this question, but he didn't ask immediately. Instead, he told Thor to settle the people down first, and then he would ask.

"According to the elders, those curses are actually the leakage of the Demon King's power."

At night, in the tent, when faced with Thor's question, the middle-aged man named Syl gave a bitter smile, and there seemed to be some fear in his eyes: "Back then, after the curse broke out, the entire altar was affected."

"At that time, several elders took out several fragments of the divine stone from the altar."

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