Chapter 102: What is B?
"Haha, my dear Wu, is it strange? Actually, there's nothing strange about it. Although Space Magic was lost during the Sin War due to monster attacks, wasn't the Space Magic of our predecessors also comprehended from the Worldstone? Why could they research Space Magic, but we descendants cannot?" Fara's previously indifferent demeanor vanished, replaced by an extremely arrogant tone, presenting the perfect image of a magic fanatic.
"Oh, come on, Old Man Fara, you're boasting about the little achievement you've made so far? Comparing yourself to the ancients? I think your Space Magic can last for four or five hours at most." Kashya took a large gulp of wine, mercilessly striking down Fara's surging confidence. Deckard Cain and Akara also nodded in agreement, their faces full of approval.
"You only know how to talk! Do you know how hard this is for me? Thousands of years ago was the most prosperous period for civilization on the Dark Continent. There were countless peak level powerhouses back then, so it wasn't difficult for them to explore Space Magic. But now?" Seeing the mockery from the other three, Fara blew his beard and glared as he spoke.
Seeing that the four were about to launch into another debate about the history of magical civilization on the Continent, I quickly summoned Xiao Xue and companions. As expected, the appearance of these mutated pets immediately captured the attention of the four. Akara was alright; she had seen them yesterday and could now treat them calmly. Deckard Cain first observed them carefully for a while, then pulled out a thick parchment book. Holding something resembling a quill pen in his right hand, he meticulously recorded everything, occasionally asking me a few questions. The questions were simple but always got straight to the point. He truly lived up to his reputation as a wise scholar. Kashya's reaction was more puzzling. She first glanced at Xiao Xue and companions with interest, nodded, then shook her head again, and finally returned her gaze to her wine bottle.
"Are these your mutated pets?"
Among them, Fara was the most happy. He trembled with excitement, gently touching Xiao Xue's forehead with his hand. At my signal, Xiao Xue did not show any sign of displeasure. In fact, from within it, I felt a trace of fear, the fear of an absolute strength disparity. Just how many secrets did Fara, the Guild Leader of the Magic Guild, hide?
Fara gently placed his hand on Xiao Xue's forehead. Suddenly, a small magic array emitting a pale white radiance appeared on his palm. I felt Xiao Xue's restlessness and unease within me and was about to stop him when Fara seemed to realize what I was thinking. He gave me a reassuring smile: "Don't worry, I'm just using Detection Magic to probe its ability. It won't cause any damage."
I breathed a slight sigh of relief, but I still watched Xiao Xue closely, uneasy. If anything went wrong, I would immediately pounce and fiercely punch Fara's old face.
Fara stared intently at Xiao Xue. The radiance of the magic array on his hand lasted for a while before gradually fading. He let out a soft breath, lowered his hand, and said with a look of admiration, "What incredible mutation. I don't fully understand the specifics, but in my opinion, its power is definitely not inferior to a top-tier ghost wolf. No, it even surpasses that."
Xiao Xue and I have a telepathic connection. Sensing that it had indeed not been harmed, I felt relieved. Worry makes one confused! Thinking about it, he is a powerful sorceress. He wouldn't bother deceiving a little druid like me.
"Regarding knowledge about Summoned Creatures, I haven't researched it deeply. Please allow me to use Detection Magic to probe it again later, then I'll write an investigation report and hand it over to other professional sorceresses for exploration," Fara said helplessly, closing his eyes and frowning in quiet thought for a moment before finally speaking.
"Next, Wu, let me see your other ability."
Speaking of this ability, Fara's eyes immediately lit up, like a pervert who hadn't seen a beauty in ten thousand years suddenly seeing an unparalleled beauty, sending a chill down my spine.
"Come, Wu, borrow this. Try it quickly."
With that, Fara impatiently pulled a long staff from his Inventory and handed it to me. I took it curiously and my eyes nearly popped out. My drool flowed like a waterfall.
Battle Staff (Gray)
Two-Handed Damage: 6-13
Durability: 40-40
Required Level: 15
Staff Tier: Normal Attack Speed
+2 to Static Field
+3 to Ice Storm
+3 to Hellfire
+2 to Telekinesis
+50% Damage to Undead
Socketed (2)
Static Field: Creates a Lightning Barrier that reduces the Current Life of enemies within range by 25%. The effect is reduced on the same enemy repeatedly. Its Effect changes depending on the enemy's Lightning Resistance.
Telekinesis: Can touch or Control distant targets through Will. Can also attack from range. Has a chance to Knockback enemies when attacking.
Hellfire: Creates a jet of Flame to burn enemies. (Equivalent to Arctic Blast in Effect, but with a larger range and higher Damage.)
Ice Storm: Creates a Magical Ice Orb that heavily wounds and Freezes enemies, even shattering them.
What is BT? This is BT!
I held this godly battle staff, dumbfounded for a long long time, until Fara impatiently urged me repeatedly. Only then did I react, wiped the corner of my mouth, and composed myself, finally managing to salvage my previous unsightly appearance. Looking at Fara's expectant expression, I tremblingly held the staff, looked left and right, trying to find a suitable target.
"No need to look, just use me as the target," Fara was already pacing anxiously.
No way, I swallowed a mouthful of drool. Seeing Fara's nonchalant appearance, even though I knew his power was very strong and my current attacks couldn't shake him, given his age, I had no such hobby as attacking an old man. And what if something went wrong?
I glanced at the others, hoping someone would step forward and say something. Unexpectedly, they were also looking at me with anticipation, then nodded in unison, looking as if they couldn't wait for me to attack with full strength. It seems Old Man Fara leading his Magic Guild to cause trouble everywhere had already stirred up universal resentment.
Thinking this, I stopped being polite. First, an Ice Storm went towards him.
Just like Frozen Armor, at the moment of casting, unfamiliar runes appeared in my mind, then gradually shimmered with a faint radiance. When all the runes lit up, these mysterious runes twisted together, forming a very harmonious magic array. Then, an extremely freezing Magical Ice Orb had formed in my hand. To give Fara ample time to prepare, I even slowly raised the Magical Ice Orb, struck a cool pose, and then let out a shout of "Ice Storm!" before throwing it towards Fara.
At such a short distance, almost in an instant, the Ice Storm smashed into Fara's form. Well, let me state beforehand, I didn't specifically aim for the man's vital point, it was just an accident...
With a "crack," the entire extremely freezing Magical Ice Orb burst open. Fara's thin figure was immediately enveloped by an ice mist that seemed to solidify. This was the sorceress's Tier 2 skill - Ice Storm. Compared to the druid's Tier 2 skill, Molten Boulder, they each had their merits. Ice Storm excelled in concentrated Attack Rating, high Damage, and the added Freezing Effect, while Molten Boulder had a wide range of killing power. The semi-molten giant rock rolled like a wheel for a distance before exploding, forming scalding shattered stones comparable to bullets. It carried both fire and physical double damage. Even with the massive and sturdy form of a tree fist, it would be blown away. The horror of the strength it carried was evident.
And now, Fara was hit directly by the Ice Storm. Although it was only Level 3, its Attack Rating was no joke. It was almost equivalent to the damage from being directly hit by countless shattered stones from a Level 7 Molten Boulder. Even I, standing nearby, felt a wave of coolness (one's own Spells do not cause damage to oneself). Deckard Cain and Akara each retreated a few steps, while only Kashya drank a sip of wine indifferently. The extreme cold air seemed like just a cool wind to her.
After a while, when the mist dispersed, Fara appeared in front of everyone, safe and sound. Not even a trace of frost stained his white beard. The Ice Storm just now seemed like mere insignificant mist to him. I secretly clicked my tongue. Just how high had this old man's Cold Resistance reached?
Then, according to the request of this old man, who was already so excited he was incoherent, I performed the magic on the staff one by one. Of course, the target was still him.
When I finally used Telekinesis to throw a chair at him, he finally told me to stop. He lowered his head blankly, looking like he had entered thinking mode.
Then, I saw Akara and the others next to me constantly giving me glances.
I pointed at the staff, they nodded. Then I made a gesture of putting something away, and they nodded again. Good, understood. So in an instant, that godly battle staff disappeared from my hand. As for where it went, isn't that nonsense?
When Fara reacted, he excitedly shook his chest-length beard, wagging his head as he said to me, "I can't figure it out right now. The equipment here is too simple. How about you come to the Magic Guild tomorrow?"
It seems I still have to be a guinea pig for a while. I nodded helplessly. Fara, on the other hand, was like a child who had discovered a new toy, sometimes lost in thought, sometimes excitedly gesticulating. His strange appearance sent shivers down my spine—is he really okay? He won't turn into some kind of magic weirdo, will he?
"So, next..."
After a good while, Fara calmed down. Looking at my empty hands, his expression suddenly changed in surprise, and he stammered, "Wu, where... where is that staff?"
My skin wasn't thick enough to lie through my teeth, so I could only awkwardly turn my face towards Akara and the others, wearing an expression that said I knew nothing and they shouldn't ask me.
Fara immediately understood what was going on. He clearly knew it was useless to make things difficult for me at this point, so he angrily turned his target towards Akara and the others.
"That was a godly staff with four Attributes and Sockets that I painstakingly collected!" This was Fara's wail, as if his entire family had died.
"So what? Didn't Wu show you his special ability? Is his ability not even comparable to your broken staff? It's only right that you pay some price," Akara said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Nonsense! How can you mix the two? Old Man Cain, didn't you claim to be a scholar who views history with a just and equal gaze? You should say something too!"
Seeing the unfavorable momentum, Fara knew this old woman was not easy to deal with, so he went to reason with the honest person.
"I regret to say, from my angle, your actions, Old Geezer, are not even worthy of being recorded in historical records, so there's naturally no need to treat them justly and equally," unexpectedly, Deckard Cain, who usually had a righteous appearance, curled his lip.
"Bullshit! Wasn't it just that I ripped you off for five Gems last time? It's been so long and you're still holding a grudge? You petty old man!" Fara immediately became angry and embarrassed, no longer caring about offending everyone.
But I, standing aside, suddenly understood—so the five Gems Deckard Cain gave me last time to open Tristram were exchanged from Fara! Seeing Deckard Cain's pained appearance back then, he was probably extorted quite a bit. An honest person's anger can be terrifying. Heh heh, Old Man Fara deserved it.
"Kashya..."
The four elders, now arguing like four children in the tent, finally allowed me to witness the most authentic scene of the so-called Rogue Encampment's higher-ups. It was truly speechless. Could these four people really manage the Rogue Encampment well? At this moment, my face was full of questions.
Even Kashya stood on our side. Fara, one against three, was immediately criticized mercilessly. Finally, he had to surrender and admit the ownership of that staff, and was forced to agree not to apply magic experiments to any place outside the Magic Guild within half a year. It seems the residents of the Rogue Encampment can look forward to a period of peaceful life.
(end of chapter)