Wizard Immortal

Chapter 257 Black Serpent

Are they sure?

Standing outside a wooden house, Adir walked down the steps and casually asked Thor, who was standing in front of him.

"Yes, it has been confirmed several times."

Looking at Adir, Thor gave a bitter smile: "They say that since we can't escape the curse sooner or later, it's better to rest in peace at our ancestral altar than to die in a foreign land."

Hearing this, Adir's expression did not change; he simply nodded slightly.

The reason these survivors made this decision is quite understandable.

In the past, with the barrier surrounding the village, these people might have harbored a sense of hope, believing they could continue to survive under its protection.

But what happened last night easily shattered their wishful thinking, forcing them to face a harsh reality.

Without the protection of the barrier, these people will be cursed within a few months at most, and will die outside sooner or later.

Rather than dying far from home, it's better to fight for it; perhaps there's still some hope.

After all, with a powerful wizard like Adir around, they might actually be able to break the leaked seal.

On the other hand, Adir was not actually opposed to these people's decisions.

Head straight to Thor's homeland. These people are, after all, descendants of ancient wizards, pure Crassus people. They know something about that place, and can at least serve as guides, so they are not entirely without value.

Adir looked at Thor, exchanged a few words with him, and then walked away into the distance, preparing to return to his house to rest.

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One morning a dozen days later, a group of people appeared in the vast wilderness, heading into the distance.

In the group, Thor rode a black steed, his gaze constantly fixed on the distance as he surveyed the surroundings.

Because vegetation cannot grow on the black soil, the surrounding land looks desolate, with no life in sight.

In such a flat environment, where there is nothing to conceal one's presence, it is a very difficult thing to hide.

Riding at the front of the procession, Thor suddenly sensed a dark shadow passing by.

He subconsciously followed the line of sight and saw a short, shirtless figure with dark skin running quickly from a distance.

"Are they local indigenous people?"

As Thor watched the figure running rapidly in the distance, this thought flashed through his mind.

After a while, he turned around and walked towards the carriage behind him.

"Lord Adir, we're almost there!"

He rode his horse along the side of the carriage and shouted into the carriage window.

"Have we arrived yet?"

Hearing the shouts outside the carriage, Adir opened his eyes, shaking off the mental data he had been working on.

He reached out and opened the window, looking at the scenery outside.

Compared to when they first set out, there were now signs of human habitation here. Although it still seemed desolate to Adir, at least there were signs of life.

Even without the chip detection, Adir could clearly sense the life force that was beginning to appear around him through the Moon Elf's keen senses, which should belong to the local indigenous people living nearby.

"Huh..."

Adir was suddenly surprised, as if he had discovered something amiss with life.

In his keen senses, there seemed to be a spiritual imprint in the distance, faintly resonating with his spiritual power, carrying a sense of familiarity.

In an instant, Adir remembered the source of this feeling, which belonged to the old native man to whom he had placed his mental imprint, but now he was sensing it again.

"Is it a coincidence, or..."

Adir raised his head and muttered to himself, his eyes carrying a strange meaning.

Previously, although he had been marked with a mental imprint on the other party, he had not paid much attention to it.

The fact that he could sense it without him paying special attention means that the distance between them was already very close.

As time continued to pass, Adir sensed that the distance between them was constantly shrinking.

"My lord, we've arrived." Thor's voice suddenly came from outside the carriage.

Hearing the sound, Adir got up and walked out of the carriage.

Outside the carriage, several people were already prepared, standing behind Thor, quietly awaiting Adir's orders.

Standing still, Adir raised his head and looked into the distance.

In the distance, a vast palace stands, seemingly enormous but somewhat old, exuding a sense of historical weight.

Looking at the somewhat dilapidated palace, Adir sensed many auras, some of which belonged to curses, and others of the bloodline power within Thor.

However, compared to what Adir had seen before, the two forces in this palace were stronger than ever before, and each one alone was enough for Adir to treat with caution.

"Let's go in."

Looking at the palace in the distance, Adir remained silent for a while before speaking.

Hearing his words, everyone present nodded silently.

Those who came here with Adir were undoubtedly prepared for the worst. Even Yana, a mother herself, was holding her child while holding a purple scimitar in her hand.

As a descendant of an ancient wizard, she is not a weak little girl who can't even kill a chicken. Her physical strength is such that she could easily defeat a strong man among ordinary people.

Especially after Adir imprinted her bloodline mark, the power of her bloodline increased again. Although she is still not as good as Thor in combat, she is probably not much worse.

"Before I leave, I want to ask one more question."

Standing in the center, looking at Yana, who was clad in leather armor and fully armed, Adir spoke again: "You and Thor are fine, but is it really okay to bring Solana in as well?"

"This site is very dangerous. Even I cannot guarantee her safety."

He looked at Thor and said calmly.

"It's okay."

Hearing Adir's words, Thor and Yana exchanged a glance, then shook their heads: "Even if we die in our homeland this time, we hope to be able to walk this journey with our children."

"Moreover, there are some things in this palace that this child needs to inherit."

Solton paused for a moment, then spoke again: "We don't want the traditions left by our ancestors to disappear completely, and we also hope that this child's future path will be smoother."

Hearing this, Adir didn't say anything more, but turned to look ahead and then rode off on a horse.

"Let's go."

After mounting his horse, he looked at the people around him and called out.

Those around him nodded silently, mounted their horses, and rode ahead to lead the way for Adir.

After walking a long distance, some figures began to appear ahead.

Those were some indigenous villages, which had set up several camps outside the palace.

Upon seeing Adir and his group arrive, the natives were initially startled, but then quickly began to assemble.

"Who?" A voice rang out from afar, carrying a chilling tone and a hint of spiritual energy.

In Adir's view, in the distant village, surrounded by many natives, a dark-skinned, thin old man slowly walked out, followed by two other middle-aged natives.

Standing still, upon seeing the old man, Adir's spiritual power trembled slightly, resonating with the spiritual imprint he had once set up.

The old man in front of him was the same native that Adir had encountered before, but he never expected to meet him in this way.

"Lord Adir..." a voice rang out from the side.

Beside Thor, watching the natives appear in the distance, a Krassian frowned and whispered a warning to Adir: "That's a snake shaman. They've been hunting us for years, and they're very powerful."

"You are..."

In the distance, the gaunt, elderly native man led his men forward. When he saw Thor beside Adir, his expression changed instantly, looking both excited and puzzled: "It's you!!"

"Make way, let us in!"

Standing before Adir, Thor looked at the old man in the distance with a cold expression and his words were devoid of any emotion.

"Should we let you in?"

Upon hearing Thor's words, the old native man smiled and said, "I was just about to go and find you, but I didn't expect you to come to me on your own initiative."

"Want to go in? Of course, no problem."

His expression gradually turned cold, but a hint of excitement lurked in his eyes: "Lie obediently on the altar and offer yourself as a sacrifice to the serpent god!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint light suddenly shone around them, causing the many natives present to become momentarily confused and their movements to become even slower.

The next moment, a silver force field suddenly erupted, blasting away all the natives who were running around.

Suddenly, Adir appeared behind the old man, extending a hand.

"you!!"

The old man was startled when he noticed the figure that suddenly appeared behind him, and was about to speak.

A strong hand gripped his neck, silencing him completely. The immense force made him feel suffocated, as if his strength had vanished, leaving him utterly powerless and tightly bound.

"Enough with all this nonsense..."

Lifting the other person up with one hand, Adir looked at the person in front of him with some impatience, and stretched out his other hand and placed it on the other person's forehead.

"I originally wanted to experiment slowly, but now it seems I have to be a bit rough around the edges for now."

With this thought flashing through his mind, Adir forcibly pried open the consciousness of the person in front of him under the touch of his mental power, in order to search for the memories within.

As a formal wizard, after reaching the metamorphosis stage, one has special spells and techniques to observe the memories of other people. However, the side effects are too great. Not only is the operation complicated, but it is also easy to accidentally turn the other person into a fool, and it is also easy to cause various side effects.

However, given the current situation and the imminent entry into the ruins, Adir was too lazy to put in any more effort and decided to be more direct and forceful, intending to extract something from the other party's memories.

Instantly, under the connection of mental power, a large number of memory fragments surged towards Adir, combining to form a picture.

It was a huge black snake statue. In front of the statue, corpses were neatly arranged, their flesh and blood slowly evaporating and merging into the statue below.

With each addition of more details, the black snake statue looked more and more lifelike, as if it were a living creature.

"Great serpent god! Please bestow your blessings." An old voice echoed all around, muttering a long string of prayers.

The owner of that voice was the owner of this memory, the very object that Adir was currently examining.

As the voices continued to ring out, within the fragments of memory, a layer of black scales gradually appeared on the old man's body, and his strength and aura seemed to have increased considerably.

"Sacrifice..."

Silently observing this scene from his memory, Adir subconsciously frowned, as if he had made a connection to something.

Before I could think any further, an extreme sense of danger suddenly welled up in my heart.

A dark space enveloped the area, within which a faint moonlight shone.

That was the radiance emanating from Adir, which dispelled the darkness and fully revealed the scene where it stood.

A huge black snake appeared in front of him, just like the one he remembered seeing before. Most of its body was made of stone, with only a pair of scarlet snake eyes that were very lively, revealing endless evil and a terrifying power.

Watching this scene quietly, Adir's expression remained calm, and he began to understand the current situation.

"The native's memories contain the power of the curse's true form, which is the power of this black snake. I was already affected when I was examining its memories!"

Looking at the black snake before him, a sudden realization dawned on him.

Then, in the next moment, wisps of black energy continued to spread, and a power spread from there, gradually spreading towards Adir, but it was resisted by the faint moonlight that enveloped Adir.

boom!!

A violent explosion suddenly rang out, delivering a terrible psychological blow.

The surrounding scenery began to change, returning to its original state.

Standing there, Adir gasped for breath, feeling a profound sense of exhaustion.

After recovering for a while, he looked down at what was in front of him.

At his feet lay the corpse of the old indigenous man, who had collapsed from the earlier mental shock, his face still bearing the expression of horror he had shown earlier.

"We were too careless. If we had the protection of the jade mark this time, the price we would have paid would have been much higher than what we have now."

Shaking his head, Adir stood there, thinking about the scene just now, and couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

The mind of this native has been sealed, and anyone who tries to peek into his memories will be devoured by that seal.

Without a doubt, the seal was left by the curse itself, which made Adir not realize it for a moment and almost fall into it.

If nothing unexpected had happened, Adir would likely have paid a heavy price for that attack. Only at the last moment, the power of the emerald mark on Adir's forehead reappeared, blocking the final backlash from the seal and preventing Adir from being injured.

"Although the process was somewhat thrilling, it has given me a rough idea of ​​who you are..."

Standing still, Adir put down the corpse in his hands, turned around, and looked at the ruins in front of him, muttering to himself.

(End of this chapter)