Chapter 182: Urgent Call

Chapter 182 Urgent Call

In Blood Moor, Abel was unleashing the ‘charging bolt’ like a walk in the park. He could now unleash the rank 5 ‘charging bolt,’ which included 7 electric arcs simultaneously. 10 fallen were rushing towards him, and 7 of them had been struck to halt but the electricity. Afterward, he unleashed 4 ‘charging bolts’ again and filled the ground with electric arcs. The 10 or so fallen were knocked over immediately.

The fallen shaman kept reviving the dead fallen, but they could only revive one at most. The soul of all the other dead fallen was directly sucked into the Horadric Cube. In regards to all the fallen who were still alive around him, they were all screaming for their lives, scattering towards all directions, leaving only the fallen shaman who was just preparing a fireball to attack Abel.

Abel lightly padded Black Wind. After Black Wind got the signal, he quickly dashed around left and right, dodging all the frightened fallen and arrived in front of the fallen shaman.

A fireball flew directly towards Abel from the fallen shaman’s hand, so Abel took out a fire rune sign. The fire rune sign exploded the fireball in mid-air. At that moment, he was trying to fight like his teacher Wizard Morton.

Afterward, 2 ‘fireball’ spells had ended this fallen shaman life. Abel then jumped down from Black Wind. He picked up the fallen shaman’s magic cane and threw it into the Horadric cube for examination.

“Uh, It’s a ‘fireball’ spell again!” Abel blamed it on his bad luck and shoved the magic cane in his portal bag.

It had been a week since he was attacked in the Duchy of Keyen. Throughout this entire week, he had stayed at home to heal his wounds. Most of his time was spent in the Dark World, this was the 8th fallen shaman he had killed, and it was located in one of the smallest fallen camps. There were only around 500 fallen were there.

He gained 8 fallen shaman magic canes: 2 of them had been damaged during the battle, and 4 of them didn’t have any special abilities. After all, he only got another ‘fireball’ magic cane. So must be very lucky when he got that magic cane with an official Wizard ability form that first 3 fallen shaman he killed.

Ever since he realized the Horadric cube had the ability to suck up the soul of those creatures from hell, he began to use Black Wind’s speed, as well as applying the guerrilla tactic to slowly drag those fallen to death. Since the fallen shaman couldn’t do much to revive them anyway.

Abel checked his mana, and there was not much left. Abel began to use the ‘fireball’ spell to kill off those fallen who had regained their will to battle one by one until his mana had completed depleted.

“Black Wind, let’s go out!” Abel commanded as he gently padded Black Wind on the neck.

It was time for him to go back to the Rogue encampment to restore his mana through meditation. He had only made this decision after he learned his lesson. In the past, every time when his mana was depleted, he would always direct Black Wind to someplace that he thought was safe for restoring his mana through meditation.

He thought he could save some time this way. But, a few days ago, when he was restoring his mana through meditation, he suddenly woke up. What he saw was a ground full of zombie corpses surrounding him. Black Wind was covered in blood. If Black Wind didn’t risk its life to protect him, Abel would lose his life in his meditation journey just like that. Ever since then, he would return to the Rogue encampment for meditation.

Luckily, at the time, he still had that leftover healing potion, so Black Wind’s wounds didn’t affect too much of its performance the following few days.

Nevertheless, they weren’t playing a game. It was very dangerous to meditate in the wild without any strong self-defense strategies. There was no revival here, so he only had one chance.

When Abel was thinking about his self-defense strategies, he thought of that stone metal monster left over by the orc’s deity. Originally, that would be the best defense puppet, but in order to make that thing listen to Abel’s command, Abel would at least need to be an official wizard. Therefore, he could only admire it for now.

In regards to the lambskin parchment in the orc’s deity’s dimensional finger joint, it was filled with notes about potions. However, those notes were too complicated for Abel to understand at the time. They were not notes for basic potion study; they were notes for some extremely elite complicated stuff about potions. On top of that, they were all written in the orc’s language. If Abel wasn’t fluent in orc’s language, they would be hopeless looking at it.

There were 2 books in the dimensional finger joint; one was called ‘skeletons summon’ spell guide. The other was a scripture.

When Abel first saw the ‘skeletons summon’ spell guide, he thought he could learn another new spell. However, only when he opened the book did he realized that he bear using skeletons.

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This was what the so-called deity altered spell. The power of the skeletons depends on the skeletons’ original owner’s power. Therefore, the more powerful the owner of the skeleton was, the more powerful the skeletons would be.

In order to attain these skeletons, one would need to drain and torture the will of an elite warrior for a long time in the harshest manner. On top of that, they would be injected with all kinds of poisons to corrupt their flesh, so their power could be transferred to their skeletons bit by bit. Afterward, the broken-down soul of the elite warrior would be locked in their skeletons. Just like that, a skeleton with the same ability as it’s the original owner was born.

Abel could not tolerate this, so he decided not to learn it. Even if he could tolerate it, he would still be frowned upon by other wizards if he had really learned it.

However, through this ‘skeleton summon’ spells description, he could try to find a way to counteract the spell. Of course, his optimism was in the ‘soul potion’.

Throughout the past week of the massacre in Blood Moor, Abel gained 5 bottles of ‘soul potion’. However, he did not use them on himself. Instead, he tested it out on Black Wind to see how it would go.

Since Wind Black would need to be prepared for battle at any moment in the Rogue encampment, Abel was not ready to let it use the ‘soul potion’ yet. If something had gone wrong here, he could only pray to the Lord. But if he was outside, he might be able to find Marcy for help or ask a pope to unleash some holy spells.

Although Black Wind was Abel’s mount, it was not a member of the wizards. Therefore, if it got hurt, it could still seek the pope and the shrine for help. Abel could not do that, although his wounds were healing very slowly these past few days, he still didn’t find the pope for help. The reason was simple, and that was because a Wizard could not accept the holy spell by a pope. Holy spells and mana had too many conflicts, so it would only damage his wounds even further.

The worst part was that his wounds would heal very fast every time he enters the Rogue encampment, but every time exited back to the Holy Continent, his wounds returned to how they originally were. Originally Abel thought this was the best way to heal his wounds, but it was only until now he realized it would be his downfall.

Before Abel exits the Rogue encampment, he would always meditate to recover his mana. This was because he had almost gotten killed by a wolf rider captain one time when he exited the Dark World with a depleted mana store.

After Abel’s mana was fully recovered, he looked at the sky and calculated the time for a while. It was time for him to leave.

He opened the portal and disappeared with Black Wind from the Rogue encampment.

After Abel took a shower and put on some new clothes, he ran into Steward Ken, who was just looking for him. Steward Ken said, “My Lord, your follower Finkle had just delivered a message. Wizard Morton invites you back to the magic tower!”.

“Go order a carriage, I’ll get going soon,” Said Abel nodding his head. Since Wizard Morton was looking for him when he was healing his wounds, there were most likely had some updates from the Wizard Union.

The moment when Abel had got off the carriage at Morton Magic tower, he sensed a constricting atmosphere. All the low ranking wizards surrounding the magic tower seemed depressed. Something must have happened.

“Mr. Abel,” when the low ranking Wizards saw Abel, they immediately stepped up and bowed. Those low ranking wizards were expertise in spreading the news, so when they heard that Wizard Morton really respects Abel, Abel’s status in their heart had shot straight up as well.

Abel bowed back to the crowd and entered the magic tower with his identity card.

The moment he entered, he heard the voice of Wizard Morton, “Abel, go straight to my place now.”

Abel suddenly felt his heart dropped; something big must have happened. Otherwise, why would teachers need him so desperately?

He quickly stepped up the stairs 3 stairs at a time, soon, he had arrived at the 11th floor. He pushed open some doors with all kinds of weird birds and beast on them. At last, he arrived at the hall on the 11th floor.

Camille and Carlos were already standing in front of Wizard Morton in the hall. It seems like they were reporting something.

“Abel, you had arrived!” Wizard Morton said to Abel with a smile while nodding his head. His expression didn’t indicate what he was thinking at all.

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