Wizard's Journey

Chapter 976 Centaur Wasteland World

Five years later, in the Centaur Wasteland.

The vast, desolate grassland stretches to the horizon, with blue skies and white clouds, yet a blood-red, ominous full moon hangs high in the sky.

"Further north lies permafrost. Every winter, the snow wolves living on the permafrost migrate south with the cold fronts. While the harsh winter brings disaster to the people and animals that thrive on the wasteland, it also brings the hope of snowmelt and ice water needed for the coming spring."

Grimm accompanied the Stigmata Wizard who listened to the whispers as they wandered and flew through the Centaur Wasteland.

"This is a small world that I obtained from another Stigmata Wizard. It can produce more than 10,000 mature centaur slaves every year. In the heart of the carnivorous thorn thicket in the southern wilderness, there is a localized poisonous elemental creature. Its life force was 6022 when it was last detected, which should be the strongest life form in this world right now."

"Vitality 6022?"

Wearing a white top hat, with a pair of ethereal green wings on his back, holding a magic staff that emits a pale blue glow, and bright eyes beneath his short black hair, this Holy Mark Wizard who once followed the Demon Hunter Expedition for the first time over three thousand years ago has now advanced to level five.

Her words were like ripples on water, gentle and elegant yet calm and wise.

"Oh, it's because this mask of mine has a special ability that allows me to roughly assess the attack power that some flesh-and-blood creatures and elemental creatures can unleash after passive evolution. It's indeed rare to see creatures in these native small worlds whose life force can grow to over 6000."

Beneath the mask of truth, Grimm's dual-colored eyes surveyed the two groups of warriors battling each other on the distant ground, offering a calm explanation.

Now that Grimm and the Whispering Stigmata Wizard have descended upon this enslaved world, they have no life forms of the same level, nor even the means to pose a slight threat or cause trouble. Furthermore, with the primordial will of the space fortress invading them, they are truly at ease.

"A hundred years ago, I came to this world and harvested a batch of slaves, and then I never cared about them again. Now, the quality of the centaur tribes in the wasteland has obviously improved a lot. Among the tens of thousands of centaurs in those two groups, there are actually five with a vitality of over 3000, and the top one is almost 4000. The quality is not bad."

From the perspective of the Stigmata Wizard, the two groups of people fighting for territory are nothing more than slave legions that he has raised in this world.

"Hehe, although it's a bit barren, it is indeed a complete little world. It seems I've gotten quite a bit out of you in this deal."

The Holy Mark Wizard listened intently to the whispered words and smiled, seemingly quite satisfied with the upcoming transaction.

Green smiled and shook his head, saying casually, "There's nothing to see in those snow wolves in the north. Let's go to Zhangze in the south. Although it's more barren, it has given rise to some unique creatures. I collected quite a few specimens when I came here last time."

As he spoke, Green and the Holy Mark Wizard who listened to the secret words flew south and disappeared in a flash.

Two days later.

"Little one, how long have you been in this world? Have you gained anything unexpected?"

After flying across the Centaur Wasteland for two consecutive days, Grimm and the Holy Mark Wizard who listened to whispers appeared at the foot of a snowy mountain stream.

The second-level male wizard, who was traveling in the Centaur Wasteland and roasting fish over a campfire, was startled. He stood up, gripping his magic staff tightly. Only after seeing that they were two unfamiliar and powerful wizards did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Little one?

Soon, the chicken wizard felt a terrifying pressure from the natural forces all around him. As if he had thought of something, he swallowed hard.

"I've met the two masters. This is my seventeenth year traveling in the Centaur Wasteland. I've traveled all over the Southern Poison Swamp, the Centaur Wasteland, and the Northern Frozen Ground. I'm planning to write a book called 'Travels in the Centaur Wasteland' when I get back and put it in the academy library as a contribution. As for an unexpected gain, I discovered a moving glacier in the Northern Frozen Ground, which is of great research value."

Traveling wizards is quite common; this is the third one Grimm has encountered in this world in the past few days.

"Yes, that's good. I hope you've learned something from it."

Green's voice was somewhat indifferent. After nodding to the second-level wizard, he and the holy-marked wizard who had been listening to the secret words disappeared from the real time.

After all, I was only here to accompany this Stigmata Wizard to inspect the traded goods and conduct a value assessment.

three days later.

"Hmm, this trip has yielded some unexpected gains. Their vitality is 5733. There's a small group of people hiding in that valley, no more than a hundred in number, and the vast majority of them have vitality above 1000. The leader even has 5733. Perhaps they hold some historical secret. Are you interested, Master?"

Green invited him to listen to the whispers; the deal was not yet finalized, and Green still held the reins of power in this world.

"Hmm? Let's take a look then."

call out!call out!

As the two Stigmata Wizards, Grimm and Whispering Whisper, appeared in the open space of this small canyon, the people working around them were suddenly stunned by these two bipedal, strange creatures, and were so astonished that they didn't even notice some of the things they were holding falling from their hands.

In their eyes, Green read fear—a fear that was commonplace and taken for granted.

"Demon, you finally found us. Even hiding here, you wouldn't let us go?"

Slowly, an old and frail centaur, accompanied by the strongest centaur with a lifespan of 5733, slowly walked out and looked at Grin and the Holy Mark Wizard who listened to the secret words.

The old centaur holds a bow and arrow engraved with various patterns, while the strongest young centaur holds a long-handled scimitar. The lower body is that of a brown-black steed, and the upper body is that of a rugged human. A string of unknown bones adorns his chest, making him look very strong, as if he is the new centaur king.

"Demon, we centaur royalty will not yield! I will fight to the last drop of blood in my veins for freedom!"

Green and the Spellcaster of the Whispering Saint completely ignored these people and were engrossed in looking at the murals on the rocks of this small tribe.

The murals mostly depict a blood-red full moon, with demons ravaging the earth and human-shaped wizards grinning with blood-red eyes within the moon.

"It seems to be an elite centaur tribe that fled after conquering this world. I thought it was some ancient remnant that might uncover some historical secrets."

He shook his head and sighed, but Green didn't seem to care too much.

Successful historical excavations are often the result of thousands of similar failures.

The two ignored the centaur royal descendants who were no longer a threat in this world and disappeared in a flash.

Ten days later.

As night fell, the once mosquito-infested swamp was now eerily quiet, save for the occasional crackling of the embers and firewood. The giant crocodile of the swamp lay trembling on the ground, while Green patiently roasted two golden-brown pieces of meat, the oil dripping down, looking incredibly delicious.

"A fairly complete Centaur Wasteland world, not bad. Since the Fire Crystal World is the world of Lord Tower of Annihilation's first demon-hunting expedition, it has extraordinary commemorative significance. Let's sign a trade contract. Time flies. Only a few expeditions, and a previously unknown little fellow has already grown into a Saintly Mark Wizard. Hehe."

As he spoke, the Holy Mark Wizard, who was listening to the secret words, handed over the Contract for the Domination of Stormwind City in the Fire Crystal World.

"Thank you for your help, Master."

(End of this chapter)