Chapter 969: 2 Strikes

“Everyone, archpriest Ferguson is just worried for our tribe’s holy object. He didn’t mean anything wrong by it!” The other priest stepped up and gently bowed.

It seemed like master Bennett’s status was beyond their expectations, which was not surprising considering their different body structure. They rarely paired attention to potions, so they didn’t know how prestigious Master Bennett was.

Still, if any of the other 3 master potions was threatened by the Crazy Heart Valley, maybe no big organization would stand up for them like Abel.

When priest Ferguson was about to say something again, Priest Horace gently lifted his hand and stopped him.

“Master Bennett, we just want to see your contracted Beamon. Whether or not our holy object summoned it, we will still take out 100 intermediate light gems to congratulate your level up!” Priest Horace looked into Abel’s eyes and bowed.

“Priest Horace, my words are clear. If you want to see my Beamon, you have to prepare and fight it!” Abel lowered his voice.

100 intermediate light gems weren’t much to him. Even if he combined them all into elite light gems, it would last him 30 days at most, which was 3 days in the Central Continent.

“Master Bennett, If that’s the case, I’ll take out another 100 intermediate light gems, which is 200 intermediate light gems in total, and I’ll let Priest Ferguson fight with your Beamon!” Priest Horace had to increase his compensation. If Abel was not happy, they would anger everyone in the palace before the show could even occur.

Seeing Abel stood his ground, he also did not want to become the enemy of unknown power. Even if that Beamon was summoned by their holy object, they couldn’t directly start a war with him. He had to report back to his tribe and negotiate.

“Ok then, everyone, if you have time, come to the square with me and watch a show. My Beamon vs. Priest Ferguson!” Abel nodded and bowed at the guests.

“Of course, I’ve been hearing about your Beamon for a long time!” Wizard Harr smiled.

The square was a wide-open space filled with firm and durable grass next to the palace. It was normally where the guards do their training, and sometimes they might even put up some events.

Abel stood in the center facing Priest Ferguson. Priest Ferguson strengthened his White Bone Armour and summoned 8 skeletons and an iron monster.

2 spell patterns were already prepared in his hands. Abel recognized that one of them was the aging curse, and the other was the bone prison.

No one would blame him for preparing spells before the fight. In the face of a powerful close body fighter such as a Beamon, he would be hit before he even got the chance to make a move.

Abel opened his monster ring, and Doff the Beamon jumped out from a black hole.

Immediately, Priest Ferguson knew that Beamon was not the ones summoned by their Holy Object. In fact, this Beamon might not even belong to the orcs.

The Beamon summoned by their Holy object were resurrected creatures. They did not have a soul, and the priests could tell just by looking into the eyes of that Beamon.

Abel’s Beamon was taller and more powerful than anything in the orcs. Priest Ferguson wondered where Abel found something like this.

As you know, the Orcs had taken a monopoly on all Beamons in the Central Continent, and they were not spotted anywhere else.

However, he could no longer stop. That giant metal rod on that Beamon’s hand looked deeply threatening.

He quickly threw out the ‘bone prison,’ and Doff was surrounded the moment it jumped out.

Afterward, Priest Ferguson cast the aging spell on Doff, but Doff did not care. Instead, it turned to Abel.

“Doff, hold back a little, don’t kill him!” Abel ordered.

Afterward, Doff did a long sign and flashed away. When Priest Ferguson was still searching for Doff, it was already striking down with its rod from above.

Priest Ferguson calculated many ways to deal with a Beamon, but this one in front of him somehow moved in a flash like a human wizard.

It was too late to dodge, so his closest 3 skeletons jumped up with the iron monster to protect his head.

The 3 skeletons were immediately blasted into pieces. Bang! The iron monster also slammed into the iron rod, and metal pieces were sent flying out everywhere.

The 3 bone shield on priest Ferguson blocked the flying pieces, and Doff’s momentum was slowed down. But still, its rod continued.

Before priest Ferguson could make another move, his 3 bone shield made contact with the rod.

Chilling white lights blast out from the bone shields, and they vanish into stardust. Finally, the metal rod was stopped.

Doff held the rod in its hand again and unleashed a chain of attacks on priest Ferguson. Although Priest Ferguson was withstanding every strike, the giant force was still making him shiver and left him with no time to make a spell.

“Master Bennett, please stop. We surrender!” Priest Horace yelled. He was planning to help Priest Ferguson with a spell, but as he was preparing the spell pattern, he sensed that he was fixed by a power of the will coming from that mysterious law-defying wizard behind Abel.

However, it was too late. The rod brushed against Priest Ferguson and flashed emerged from his body. His protection gear started to work, but he was still blasted away.

He flew in mid-air and landed limply on his left. Half of his bones were fractured.

“Ferguson!” Priest Horace quickly stepped up while keeping an eye on Doff’s attack.

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But Doff did not keep attacking. Instead, it returned to Abel.

“Master Bennett, you really show no mercy!” Priest Horace said furiously after taking a look at priest Ferguson’s injuries.

Although Priest Ferguson was not dead, this injury would take him a long time to heal. He might have lost use of his left arm.

As a priest, especially a archpriest, they were baptized by death qi countless times to the point were their bodies were so altered, normal master rank potions were useless on them.

For example, top-level potions from the elves, such as the ‘natural life,’ would help a law-defying wizard and big druids recover, but it would be poison to archpriests.

“Priest Horace, I’ve warned you, and I told my Beamon to hold back. If not, Priest Ferguson might be dead already!” Abel lowered his voice.

Today was his level-up ceremony, and those priests had come to provoke him and the elves. That little injury was well deserved.

If he didn’t control Doff through the Soul Chain, no way Doff would strike this lightly.

“Ferguson, how do you feel?” Priest Horace could no longer care. He yelled at the fainted Priest Ferguson.

For someone their rank, fainting was extremely unlikely if they were killed in one strike.

When Priest Ferguson heard his voice, he slowly reopened his eyes and spat out some scattered pieces of organs engulfed in crimson blood.

“Priest Horace, why don’t you use some potions?” Abel asked in confusion.

He knew priest Ferguson was going through a lot of pain, but he was also not too concerned. This injury would be healed with just some potions.

“Master Bennett. If you can heal Priest Ferguson. I will immediately apologize on behalf of the Crazy Heart Valley and promise to never mess with you again!” Priest Horace lowered his voice.

Actually, he was saying those words sarcastically. He knew how serious Priest Ferguson’s injuries were for a archpriest. It would take a long time to heal, and he might not be able to make a spell with his left hand.

Priests could replace their hands, but it always came with a lot of hassle, and its speed would never be as good as the original one.

Abel hesitated a little. He already let his anger out, and if he became the enemy of the Crazy Heart Valley, the Lightning clan and the elves would be dragged onto it.

He let out a long breath and took out a lite healing potion as he arrived next to priest Ferguson.

“Priest Horace, take this!” He said.

“Master Bennett, do you know that archpriests can not even use master-grade potions? Let alone this one!” Priest Horace lowered his voice.

“Priest Horace, I am a master potion maker, so I have more say when it comes to healing!” Abel threw the light healing potion towards priest Horace and said.

Priest Horace hesitated, but Abel was still a master potion maker. If he really wanted to kill Priest Ferguson, he would have done so on the spot. There was no need to put on a show like this.

He slowly twisted open the lite healing potion. Although Priest Ferguson looked like he wanted to resist, he still poured it in his mouth.

The potion immediately turned into a rush of warmth and spread throughout priest Ferguson’s body as soon as it touched his lips.

The scattered bones on his left began to firm up again at an extreme rate, and his wounds began to close. Slowly, he was brought out of critical condition.

“Master Bennett, what potion is this?” Priest Ferguson asked as soon as he regained a slight bit of energy.

His voice was filled with gratitude. Even with a priest’s power, they still took damage in the front-line battlefield without healing potions.

After experiencing the power of Abel’s potion, he knew this power could help at least 10 badly injured archpriests in the Crazy Heart Valley regain their fighting ability.

“It’s the light healing potion, my research project!” Abel replied.

He couldn’t understand why priest Ferguson was so excited. The light healing potion was well known across the Central Continent. Were the orcs not aware of it?

Abel didn’t know how much the wizard union needed those light healing potions. The 300 bottles each month were barely enough. Many of them would be gone as soon as they enter the front-line battlefield.

Therefore, there was no way of promoting them, let alone giving them to the orcs. Also, since death qi was against most healing potions of this world, the archpriests were not aware of its power.

“The prestigious Master Bennett, do you think you can supply us orcs with this kind of potion? We will be happy to satisfy your demand!” Priest Horace knew how much of a game-changer this potion would be to the orcs, so he put on an even more humble voice.

“Priest Horace, I am already supplying all my light healing potions to the Wizard Union every month. If you want them, talk to the wizard union!” Abel pushed everything to the Wizard Union.

Priest Ferguson suddenly stood up. His injuries were no longer stopping him from moving.

“The prestigious Master Bennett, the Crazy Heart Valley, is willing to pay double of what the Wizard union is paying. Please give them to us!” He bowed.

His words immediately angered Wizard Hume. Those 300 light healing potions each month were extremely important to the wizard union. It was the life and death for many wizards.

“The prestigious Master Bennett, I am very sorry for interrupting your level-up ceremony. This is our compensation. Please accept it!” Priest Horace was very irritated at his partner. Priest Ferguson was basically stealing from the wizard union right in front of them, so he immediately interrupted.