"What a pity for this sword..."
Pulling the half sword blade out from the corpse on the ground, Athir felt a little regretful when looking at the black sword in his hand that had been broken into two sections.
This sword has been with him for several years. He has been using it since he just became a knight and has been using it until now.
Moreover, this sword was given to him personally by Count Bolia. It has a different meaning for Athir.
Unfortunately, as Athir's strength grew, the strength of the enemies he faced also grew. It was fine when he was a knight or even a great knight, but when he reached the level of a formal wizard, this long sword made of black steel was no longer useful, and now it was broken in the fight.
With a sigh, Athir put away the two broken sections of the sword, preparing to restore it to its original state after returning and keep it as a souvenir.
Putting away the sword, Athir lowered his head to pick up the bloody scimitar on the ground, and looked at it quietly in front of his eyes.
In the sight, the bloody scimitar exuded a slight bloody light, with a bloodthirsty taste and a strong smell of blood.
Holding the scimitar, Athir felt that the blood flow in his body was speeding up, and a new vitality was revealed in his originally tired body. Even the injuries on his body were suppressed to a certain extent and were healing faster.
"It's a high-level magic item. Although I don't like its appearance, it's good enough as a weapon."
After roughly checking the scimitar in his hand, Athir hung it on his waist, then lowered his head and began to deal with the things on Miledo's body.
In the fight just now, Athir had a very hard time.
This official wizard named Myerdo is extremely powerful. Not only has he purified his mental power to a very high degree and reached the transformation stage, he is also a blood wizard himself. In terms of combat power, he can be said to be the strongest person Athir has encountered so far.
If he was not in the tomb of the ancient Elf King, surrounded by a powerful magic array that repelled the surrounding energy particles and greatly weakened the effect of the spell, Athir would have had a much harder time fighting this time.
As a senior and formal wizard, and a blood wizard with extremely strong combat capabilities, he naturally has a lot of things on him.
After a rough search, Athir found a lot of things on Miledo's body.
In addition to some high-level magic stones, there are many precious materials and even a bottle of light blue potion.
The surface of this bottle of potion looks light blue, and there are wisps of gold flowing in it, just like fish swimming in the sea, constantly flowing in it.
"This is... a purification potion!"
After seeing this bottle of medicine and roughly testing it, Adi's eyes suddenly lit up: "I didn't expect to get this reward!"
If a formal wizard wants to go further, he must find a way to purify the spiritual power in his spiritual sea. Only after it has been purified to a certain level can he try to be promoted to a second-level wizard.
However, there are very few methods to purify spiritual power in today's wizarding world. Purification potions are the mainstream nowadays, but they have been completely monopolized by major wizarding academies, and there are very few potions circulating outside.
"Yes, this is a blood wizard. With his powerful strength that surpasses that of a formal wizard, if he has made enough achievements on the battlefield, it is not impossible for him to obtain some purified potions."
Standing there, looking at the corpse on the ground, Athir put away the potion in his hand and thought so in his heart.
He no longer had the same desire for the purified potion as before.
The reason why the purification potion is precious is that it has the function of purifying mental power, which is very rare in today's wizarding world, so it is so precious.
On the way before, Athir obtained an advanced meditation method from the elf high priest who had died many years ago. Although there were only two levels left, which could only allow one to practice all the way to the second-level wizard at most, it also had the function of purifying mental power.
However, no one would have too much of something like this that can purify spiritual power.
For Athir, even if he has the meditation method to purify his mental power by himself, if he has some purification potions, he can also speed up the process of purifying his mental power.
Even if he didn't use it himself, the value of the purified potion could be exchanged for a lot of good things if he gave it away. At least one spot to the Maison area would definitely be no problem, and there would definitely be a lot of wizard organizations willing to exchange a useless spot with Athir.
After collecting the things that the corpse had brought with him, Athir walked towards the corner.
At this time, his image was a bit bad.
The originally white black robe looked tattered, and a deep scar was clearly visible on the chest. The wound was still bleeding and there was no way to stop it.
Standing aside, the three apprentices had different reactions when they saw Athir walking towards them.
Andrew and Sisti were acquaintances. Even when they saw Athir walking towards them, their bodies subconsciously tensed up and then returned to normal. At least on the surface, they looked calm.
As for the other female apprentice, her body was already trembling. When she saw Athir coming, she opened her mouth slightly and was about to say something.
Boom!
The sound of flesh and blood breaking rang out on the spot.
Under the gazes of Andrew and Sisti, Athir swung his knife back and slashed directly at the opponent.
The bloody scimitar has a unique characteristic. When it cuts the flesh, if the opponent's body is not strong enough, the blood in the body will be drawn by the power of the scimitar and explode directly in the body, creating a bloody scene.
Pieces of flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and in an instant, Athir grabbed Andrew and the other man's shoulders, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.
Under the quiet night sky, three figures suddenly appeared at the same place and returned to the same high mountain.
It was still dark, but the chirping of insects could be heard from the surrounding woods and mountains, bringing a burst of life to the quiet night.
"Are we out?"
Suddenly returning to the outside world, Sisti looked a little dazed. She stared blankly at Athir beside her, not knowing what she was thinking.
"The parasitic spell on you has been removed. Leave here."
Standing there, looking at Sisti and the other person beside him, Athir said, "I will stay here for a while."
"Okay, let's leave first!"
Looking at Athir, before Sisti had time to speak, Andrew spoke first and said to Athir: "Athir, be careful."
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked down the mountain without hesitation, without any delay.
Looking at Andrew's figure and then at Arthur beside her, Sisti hesitated a little, but finally chose to leave.
Standing alone in the place, looking at the backs of Andrew and the other person in the distance, Atier felt a little hesitant. The magic power in his body slowly spread out, and a spell template had been condensed in his sea of consciousness.
But in the end, he still did not move. He just sighed softly, and then his figure disappeared on the spot.
Soon, he returned to the place where the roads had crossed before.
In the spacious corridor, Myerdo's headless body lay quietly on the ground, and in front of him, an ancient and magnificent stone tablet was shining with golden light, with a unique fluctuation.
"The true meaning of the Gift of Loss, in addition to respecting the dead, also represents a kind of identification..."
Standing there, looking at the long corridor ahead, Athir muttered to himself: "If you want to completely seal your own tomb, you can easily do it with the power of the ancient wizards. Unless a wizard of the same level comes, who can enter? There is no need to do this."
"This unique ritual is more of a unique identification than a defense. It is also a door opened by the ancient wizard for later inheritors."
As he spoke, he looked at the three roads ahead.
Of these three roads, the one in the middle is filled with golden color. The power it emanates from is consistent with the power in the ruins. It should be the main road.
As for the other two roads, one is silver and the other is black.
Among them, the black one is undoubtedly prepared for the unwelcome ones. Any wizard can feel the ominous power it carries.
"Here is the inheritance left by the Elf King, and there should be some burial objects."
Standing there, Athir lowered his head and thought: "If I were the Elf King, what would I do if I wanted to leave a legacy before I died?"
"If it were me, the real inheritance and treasures would definitely only be taken away by my direct descendants or those who meet the inheritance qualifications."
"So the golden main road in the middle must represent the true inheritance of the Elf King. However, except for the descendants of the Elf King, anyone who walks on it will die."
Athir raised his head and said: "Of course the most essential part of the inheritance should be left to our own people. As for the other relatively unimportant parts, with the mentality of an emperor, they should be prepared for our own people."
"From this point, we can infer that the silver road must be prepared for those with elven blood."
Thinking of this, looking at another long black road, Athir gritted his teeth and strode forward.
(End of this chapter)