The Ladoja Valley was located at the southernmost tip of Wissen Town. It was different from the forests of green. Here, tall stones of weird shapes dotted the landscape. There were basalt ores that were hard as steel, Flower Stones that were easy to sculpt, and even large slabs of marble that were cool to the touch. This place was a natural stone quarry. Unfortunately, Wissen Town was a little out of the way, its roads winding. That made it hard to transport the stone. Otherwise, the townspeople of Wissen Town would have made a windfall by selling these stones.
After hearing Ymir issue Yang Ling a duel to the death, Wissen Town became empty. The people of the town had been waiting at the Ladoja Valley a few hours prior to the duel. Amongst them were various troops and explorers.
After being oppressed by the Anca family over the years, the townspeople all wanted to see Yang Ling get rid of the thorn in their flesh that was Ymir. But they felt uneasy when they saw that Yang Ling did not have any Battle Energy, nor did he release ripples of Magic Energy. After all, Ymir’s abilities were about at the level of a high level Spellcaster. With his sinister and scheming personality, and the fact that he voluntarily issued a challenge for the deathmatch, they were sure that he had an even more powerful trump card to rely on.
The Anca family had lorded over Wissen Town for many years. It was rumored that their ancestors were bloodthirsty pirates, once snatching for themselves a large fortune and strange treasures. The people of Wissen Town had always believed in this rumor. Otherwise, how could Ymir reach the level of a high level Spellcaster despite his young age? With their wealth and connections, it was not hard for them to obtain high level magical equipment.
Even though Yang Ling had won against the Great Swordsman Batiste previously, the people of Wissen Town had not exactly seen how it happened. They all thought that it was a hidden guard that his family had sent to protect him that attacked Batiste from the shadows. Now that Ymir was not afraid, it might be hard for the hidden guard to help under the eyes of this many spectators. Thus, many of the kind townspeople were even more nervous for Yang Ling than he was for himself.
When the time came, Ymir led a large group of warriors into the valley. He was wearing navy blue heavy armor and holding a pitch black staff adorned with a dragon’s head. He was wearing blood red boots made for battle, and he was decked in magical gear. He was covered from head to toe, and even his teeth were armored. On the other hand, Yang Ling was empty-handed, walking freely as if he was on a shopping trip.
“Kevlar Heavy Armor, a high quality armor made by the dwarves, able to hold up against a close-range attack from a Great Swordsman; Blood Elf Battle Boots, carrying within them a wind attribute Acceleration Spell, able to increase your agility by multiple times; a Ground Guardian Cloak, carrying within it an earth element barrier that can defend the wearer against high level spells and physical attacks, a high class piece of equipment. Oh Yiblis, where did that guy obtain so many topnotch pieces of equipment?”
Seeing the confident Ymir approaching from far away, the Knight of the Divine Palace Clause lost his voice in shock. A battle between a Spellcaster and a person would often be decided not only based on personal ability, but also based on the various pieces of magical equipment that each contestant held. Having one piece of high quality equipment would allow an apprentice to triumph over a mid level Spellcaster, much less a beginner Spellcaster.
With Ymir’s abilities as a high level Spellcaster, coupled with all his high quality equipment, he might even be able to slay the dragon in the Terras Forest, much less win a duel.
“Clause, look closely!” The veiled female Spellcaster Michelle shook her head, then continued, “He has a Ring of Flames on his left hand that can continuously shoot out exploding fireballs. It is a treasure, even among high quality equipment. Also, on his right hand is a Water Spirit Ring that can defend him against the mental attacks of a Magical Tutor. It can also allow him to regenerate his Magical Powers at a fast rate!”
“Oh Yiblis, how shameless! To equip himself with this many powerful pieces of equipment against a young man without any Battle Energy or spells. He has disgraced the entire Spellcaster community!” Clause shook his head.
Michelle had a thought when she saw the pitch black dragon head staff in Ymir’s hands, as if she had seen it somewhere in the past. She hesitated for a moment before saying, “Clause, the dragon head staff in Ymir’s hand looks a little weird. Have you seen that somewhere before?”
Observing it closely for a moment, Clause shook his head. There were many staffs like that in the world. Even though the Church conducted specialized lessons regarding staffs, no one could remember much about them save for some old fogeys who spent their lives researching the staffs. But since Ymir was decked out in top quality equipment, then the all-important staff should be something quite extraordinary.
At the same time, on a hill further away, a black-robed elder hiding within a ball of black light was in shock. He looked at the dragon head staff in Ymir’s hand and mumbled, “The Snake Demon Blood Staff? Oh god, it really is the Snake Demon Blood Staff that has been lost for thousands of years!”
“Teacher, the Snake Demon Blood Staff? That is the rumored Dark Divine Weapon, the Snake Demon Blood Staff?” A beautiful lady looked at the black-robed elder in disbelief.
“That’s right, Maryse, that is the Divine Weapon that every Dark Spellcaster dreams of obtaining—the Snake Demon Blood Staff!” The elder let out a long sigh. Suddenly, the dark glow around his body became stronger, blocking out the merciless sunlight.
After coming to her senses, Maryse said nonchalantly, “Haha, teacher, you have already reached the holy level. What is a mere Snake Demon Blood Staff to you? Also, as long as we are willing, that treasure is ours to take!”
“Hmph, Maryse, I have told you before that reaching the stage of Holy Magical Tutor is just the beginning of my journey into this new world. You are merely at the level of Great Spellcaster, and you must not be reckless in your actions!” The elder slowly closed his eyes after he let out a low grunt.
After learning that the resting place of the Holy Dragon Ayrpaciro was in the Terras Forest, the black-robed elder had brought Maryse along with him. Ayrpaciro was the divine messenger of the dragon clan that existed five thousand years ago. It once led the dragon clan and the human army in an invasion against the undeads in the Tailun Continent.
It was rumored that after defeating the undead army, Ayrpaciro sealed the equipment of the undead, including immensely powerful Divine Weapons. Over the millennia, Dark Spellcasters and Undead Wizards who had stayed in the Tailun Continent had always searched for the place where these weapons were sealed. How could the black-robed elder pass up such an opportunity when he received this piece of information?
The black-robed elder closed his eyes and rested while the beautiful Maryse stared at the Snake Demon Blood Staff in Ymir’s hands, secretly coming up with a plan to snatch it from him. In her eyes, against the heavily armored Ymir, Yang Ling was basically a dead man without any chance of winning.
Outside the arena, the crowd slipped into discussions, all shocked by the rare equipment donned by Ymir. In the arena, Yang Ling smiled as he looked at the confident Ymir.
“Haha, Sir Ymir, it’s been a long time!” Looking at the confident Ymir, Yang Ling smiled. “Why are your eyes so red and swollen? Could it be that you have been trying to catch monkeys in the mountains over the past two days?”
Catch monkeys in the mountains?
Ymir felt a little confused when he heard Yang Ling’s words, but the spectators broke into laughter.
“A monkey’s butt, red peeking through the white, come look, don’t miss it!”
“Haha, this dimwit of a person, why come and embarrass yourself, go hope and wait on your father!”
…
Hidden in the crowd, a few troops pointed at Ymir and jeered loudly. The latter’s expression changed in fury when he heard the jeers. After understanding the situation through the words of the crowd, he became even angrier. He regretted not killing the warrior that sent the letter of challenge three days ago.
“You… I…” Ymir pointed at Yang Ling, livid.
“Brother Ymir, don’t be too agitated. Don’t listen to his nonsense, and do what you love to do. Let him say what he wants. After all, your butt is more important than your face!” Yang Ling laughed evilly before continuing, “How could a famous person like you not want your butt just because of a few words from the crowd? Do not let one butt affect the reputation of the entire Anca family!”
Do not let one butt affect the reputation of the entire Anca family?
Ymir was livid when he heard the laughter of the crowd. Over these few days, the words “Anca” and “Toad” written on the Great Swordsman Batiste had already brought him much humiliation. Now that Yang Ling was adding fuel to the fire, he was about to go mad. His blood pressure rose, nearly causing him to vomit blood and die.
“Ah… You b*stard, I’ll kill you!”
Ymir let out a loud roar and charged toward Yang Ling without much consideration. He had long forgotten about the lines and spells he had prepared to deal with Yang Ling. At this moment, all he wanted to do was to strangle Yang Ling to death. He wanted so badly to skin him alive and drink his blood.
The Ladoja Valley was located at the southernmost tip of Wissen Town. It was different from the forests of green. Here, tall stones of weird shapes dotted the landscape. There were basalt ores that were hard as steel, Flower Stones that were easy to sculpt, and even large slabs of marble that were cool to the touch. This place was a natural stone quarry. Unfortunately, Wissen Town was a little out of the way, its roads winding. That made it hard to transport the stone. Otherwise, the townspeople of Wissen Town would have made a windfall by selling these stones.
After hearing Ymir issue Yang Ling a duel to the death, Wissen Town became empty. The people of the town had been waiting at the Ladoja Valley a few hours prior to the duel. Amongst them were various troops and explorers.
After being oppressed by the Anca family over the years, the townspeople all wanted to see Yang Ling get rid of the thorn in their flesh that was Ymir. But they felt uneasy when they saw that Yang Ling did not have any Battle Energy, nor did he release ripples of Magic Energy. After all, Ymir’s abilities were about at the level of a high level Spellcaster. With his sinister and scheming personality, and the fact that he voluntarily issued a challenge for the deathmatch, they were sure that he had an even more powerful trump card to rely on.
The Anca family had lorded over Wissen Town for many years. It was rumored that their ancestors were bloodthirsty pirates, once snatching for themselves a large fortune and strange treasures. The people of Wissen Town had always believed in this rumor. Otherwise, how could Ymir reach the level of a high level Spellcaster despite his young age? With their wealth and connections, it was not hard for them to obtain high level magical equipment.
Even though Yang Ling had won against the Great Swordsman Batiste previously, the people of Wissen Town had not exactly seen how it happened. They all thought that it was a hidden guard that his family had sent to protect him that attacked Batiste from the shadows. Now that Ymir was not afraid, it might be hard for the hidden guard to help under the eyes of this many spectators. Thus, many of the kind townspeople were even more nervous for Yang Ling than he was for himself.
When the time came, Ymir led a large group of warriors into the valley. He was wearing navy blue heavy armor and holding a pitch black staff adorned with a dragon’s head. He was wearing blood red boots made for battle, and he was decked in magical gear. He was covered from head to toe, and even his teeth were armored. On the other hand, Yang Ling was empty-handed, walking freely as if he was on a shopping trip.
“Kevlar Heavy Armor, a high quality armor made by the dwarves, able to hold up against a close-range attack from a Great Swordsman; Blood Elf Battle Boots, carrying within them a wind attribute Acceleration Spell, able to increase your agility by multiple times; a Ground Guardian Cloak, carrying within it an earth element barrier that can defend the wearer against high level spells and physical attacks, a high class piece of equipment. Oh Yiblis, where did that guy obtain so many topnotch pieces of equipment?”
Seeing the confident Ymir approaching from far away, the Knight of the Divine Palace Clause lost his voice in shock. A battle between a Spellcaster and a person would often be decided not only based on personal ability, but also based on the various pieces of magical equipment that each contestant held. Having one piece of high quality equipment would allow an apprentice to triumph over a mid level Spellcaster, much less a beginner Spellcaster.
With Ymir’s abilities as a high level Spellcaster, coupled with all his high quality equipment, he might even be able to slay the dragon in the Terras Forest, much less win a duel.
“Clause, look closely!” The veiled female Spellcaster Michelle shook her head, then continued, “He has a Ring of Flames on his left hand that can continuously shoot out exploding fireballs. It is a treasure, even among high quality equipment. Also, on his right hand is a Water Spirit Ring that can defend him against the mental attacks of a Magical Tutor. It can also allow him to regenerate his Magical Powers at a fast rate!”
“Oh Yiblis, how shameless! To equip himself with this many powerful pieces of equipment against a young man without any Battle Energy or spells. He has disgraced the entire Spellcaster community!” Clause shook his head.
Michelle had a thought when she saw the pitch black dragon head staff in Ymir’s hands, as if she had seen it somewhere in the past. She hesitated for a moment before saying, “Clause, the dragon head staff in Ymir’s hand looks a little weird. Have you seen that somewhere before?”
Observing it closely for a moment, Clause shook his head. There were many staffs like that in the world. Even though the Church conducted specialized lessons regarding staffs, no one could remember much about them save for some old fogeys who spent their lives researching the staffs. But since Ymir was decked out in top quality equipment, then the all-important staff should be something quite extraordinary.
At the same time, on a hill further away, a black-robed elder hiding within a ball of black light was in shock. He looked at the dragon head staff in Ymir’s hand and mumbled, “The Snake Demon Blood Staff? Oh god, it really is the Snake Demon Blood Staff that has been lost for thousands of years!”
“Teacher, the Snake Demon Blood Staff? That is the rumored Dark Divine Weapon, the Snake Demon Blood Staff?” A beautiful lady looked at the black-robed elder in disbelief.
“That’s right, Maryse, that is the Divine Weapon that every Dark Spellcaster dreams of obtaining—the Snake Demon Blood Staff!” The elder let out a long sigh. Suddenly, the dark glow around his body became stronger, blocking out the merciless sunlight.
After coming to her senses, Maryse said nonchalantly, “Haha, teacher, you have already reached the holy level. What is a mere Snake Demon Blood Staff to you? Also, as long as we are willing, that treasure is ours to take!”
“Hmph, Maryse, I have told you before that reaching the stage of Holy Magical Tutor is just the beginning of my journey into this new world. You are merely at the level of Great Spellcaster, and you must not be reckless in your actions!” The elder slowly closed his eyes after he let out a low grunt.
After learning that the resting place of the Holy Dragon Ayrpaciro was in the Terras Forest, the black-robed elder had brought Maryse along with him. Ayrpaciro was the divine messenger of the dragon clan that existed five thousand years ago. It once led the dragon clan and the human army in an invasion against the undeads in the Tailun Continent.
It was rumored that after defeating the undead army, Ayrpaciro sealed the equipment of the undead, including immensely powerful Divine Weapons. Over the millennia, Dark Spellcasters and Undead Wizards who had stayed in the Tailun Continent had always searched for the place where these weapons were sealed. How could the black-robed elder pass up such an opportunity when he received this piece of information?
The black-robed elder closed his eyes and rested while the beautiful Maryse stared at the Snake Demon Blood Staff in Ymir’s hands, secretly coming up with a plan to snatch it from him. In her eyes, against the heavily armored Ymir, Yang Ling was basically a dead man without any chance of winning.
Outside the arena, the crowd slipped into discussions, all shocked by the rare equipment donned by Ymir. In the arena, Yang Ling smiled as he looked at the confident Ymir.
“Haha, Sir Ymir, it’s been a long time!” Looking at the confident Ymir, Yang Ling smiled. “Why are your eyes so red and swollen? Could it be that you have been trying to catch monkeys in the mountains over the past two days?”
Catch monkeys in the mountains?
Ymir felt a little confused when he heard Yang Ling’s words, but the spectators broke into laughter.
“A monkey’s butt, red peeking through the white, come look, don’t miss it!”
“Haha, this dimwit of a person, why come and embarrass yourself, go hope and wait on your father!”
…
Hidden in the crowd, a few troops pointed at Ymir and jeered loudly. The latter’s expression changed in fury when he heard the jeers. After understanding the situation through the words of the crowd, he became even angrier. He regretted not killing the warrior that sent the letter of challenge three days ago.
“You… I…” Ymir pointed at Yang Ling, livid.
“Brother Ymir, don’t be too agitated. Don’t listen to his nonsense, and do what you love to do. Let him say what he wants. After all, your butt is more important than your face!” Yang Ling laughed evilly before continuing, “How could a famous person like you not want your butt just because of a few words from the crowd? Do not let one butt affect the reputation of the entire Anca family!”
Do not let one butt affect the reputation of the entire Anca family?
Ymir was livid when he heard the laughter of the crowd. Over these few days, the words “Anca” and “Toad” written on the Great Swordsman Batiste had already brought him much humiliation. Now that Yang Ling was adding fuel to the fire, he was about to go mad. His blood pressure rose, nearly causing him to vomit blood and die.
“Ah… You b*stard, I’ll kill you!”
Ymir let out a loud roar and charged toward Yang Ling without much consideration. He had long forgotten about the lines and spells he had prepared to deal with Yang Ling. At this moment, all he wanted to do was to strangle Yang Ling to death. He wanted so badly to skin him alive and drink his blood.
