From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 36 For My Baihe Town

Haroff hurried to find the mayor, while Modi led his men into town.

"Elena, we're right here... What's with that look in your eyes?"

He noticed that Elena looked at him strangely, with a mixture of respect and reluctance.

"No, it's nothing." Elena snapped out of her reverie, knowing it was time for them to part ways. "Lord Mormontis, thank you for your help along the way. Please take care on your journey."

"You too, don't forget what I said."

Mordy didn't think much of it, waved goodbye to her, and led the three White Walkers into the town.

Elena stood there, watching his figure gradually disappear into the distance.

With her hand on the hilt of the sword, the contents of "Basic Swordsmanship of the Wandering Swordsman" flashed through her mind, every word was clear and accurate.

She has now fully grasped the core essence of the wandering swordsman, and only needs a real battle to test it.

Modi, who was unaware of Elena's extraordinary talent, finally realized what was going on and felt that the way Elena looked at him was strange.

It's like... like watching a senior or comrade-in-arms about to die, or more accurately, like watching a corpse.

"What's the point of having such a vivid imagination?" Mo Di asked with a strange expression, not understanding why she was looking at him like that.

It's impossible to believe that he can't defeat the dragon Winter's Maw, right?

He's guaranteed to win.

Ignoring Elena's mind-blowing thoughts for the moment, he left one White Walker to watch the car and led the remaining two into a general store.

"Welcome, you want to... Hey, is that a Wendigo skull on your shoulder?"

As soon as they entered, the grocer was stunned by the menacing aura emanating from him. After a moment of stunned silence, he noticed the Wendigo skull on the man's shoulder.

"That's right, this is an unlucky Wendigo because it ran into me," Mordy said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper was filled with respect. "So, what would a powerful monster hunter like yourself want to buy from me?"

"I have a batch of goods to sell, and I'll also buy some alchemy materials."

"Alchemy materials? You can even do alchemy?"

The boss looked at him suspiciously, his gaze lingering on the thick arm for a moment, and immediately overturned his stereotype of alchemists.

After examining the goods provided by Modi from the Ravenclaw bandit gang, he tentatively asked, "Are these goods clean?"

"Have you heard of the Crow Claw Bandits? I got them from them." With ample backing, Modi wasn't afraid to reveal the source of the goods.

Clearly, the grocer had heard of the Crow's Claw Bandit Gang and had a general idea of ​​their fate.

"Because of their origin, I can only offer you a price of 170 gold coins. What other materials do you want to buy? Tell me and I'll include them in the price."

As expected, Modi nodded slightly and handed him a list.

"Dragon's Sleep Grass, Root Resin, Blood Rose..."

After looking at the list of names, the boss was a little confused and didn't know what he wanted to do with these materials.

"Since you've dealt with the Ravenclaw bandits who were threatening the town, I'm going to sell you these materials at a discount; they'll only cost seventy gold coins."

"make a deal."

A pleasant deal was struck, and Mordy and the two White Walkers each carried a bag of pre-packaged materials back to the carriage.

"Lord Mormontis, Mayor Burke wishes to see you."

Harov, who had rushed back, blocked his way, panting heavily.

Modi was not surprised by this and nodded, saying, "Lead the way."

Led by Harov, the four burly men in black robes entered the home of the mayor of Baihe Town.

The mayor's house is located in the center of the town. It doesn't look very big, and the interior decoration is surprisingly simple.

"So you're Mormontis, the Wendigo assassin and mercenary?"

Behind the table, a tired-looking man with graying temples looked at Modi and nodded to him.

"Yes, I believe you did kill a Wendigo with your own hands."

With such a resolute face and a body brimming with powerful beauty, the man before me, who calls himself Mormontis, must be a seasoned warrior-class superhuman.

Just like him.

The mayor is also an extraordinary being, but he is not a magician; he is a pure warrior whose strength has declined significantly due to aging.

After taking another look at the three large men in black robes behind Modi, the mayor was even more satisfied.

Although the latter three are not as powerful as the former, they are still rare talents among hired mercenaries.

Rubbing his temples, the weary Mayor Burke continued:

"I have a request: kill the evil dragon Winter's Throat that attacked the townspeople and bring its head back here."

If you complete this task, I will give you a thousand gold coins. What do you say?

Modi could tell that the mayor hadn't slept well for days in order to deal with the ice dragon that was entrenched in Winter's Throat.

"Okay, I'll take this commission."

Anyway, that ice dragon was his target, so why not do one job and earn two wages?

Seeing how readily he agreed, Mayor Burke couldn't help but ask, "You accepted it so easily? You know, that's a dragon that once ruled the North and possesses the legacy of an ancient dragon."

After the era of the ancient dragons ended, influenced by the newly born Time-Space Dragon God, some of the ancient dragons transformed into giant dragons.

They established their own regime in the North, relying on the legacy of the ancient dragons, all of which occurred in the early Second Era.

"What else can we do? Just stand by and watch it continue attacking the townspeople?"

Even without appearing on Brendan's Page, Mordy's acting skills are still superb, transforming him directly into a righteous ally, pointing fingers from a moral high ground.

"My sense of justice will not allow the evil dragon to live in this hopeful world. Otherwise, it would be irresponsible to my Baihe Town and to my townspeople."

Moody said that Burke's ideological awareness as mayor was not high enough, daring to question his good intentions.

Anyone who doubts his kindness can ask the Crow Claw Bandit Gang.

The mayor of Burke, who had been given some pointers, was moved and felt extremely ashamed. He wished he could go back to the moment and slap himself twice.

"Why would I doubt such a good person? I'm just getting senile."

That last sentence seemed a bit strange. What did you mean by "my Baihe Town"?

Ignoring that point, he looked at Modi with admiration and respect, and solemnly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you like that, but I still need to clarify the information about that ice dragon."

"That ice dragon is coiled in the throat of winter. It has the power of a transcendent being. It not only has the legendary dragon roar, but can also breathe out frost dragon breath, which is extremely dangerous."

Furthermore, it has frozen off several paths leading to the Throat of Winter, making it difficult to reach its lair unless a path is broken through the ice. However, this also easily attracts its attention.

"So, the challenge lies in how to sneak into its lair without attracting its attention, am I right?"

Modi asked a question in return, already having a solution in mind.

"That's about it." Mayor Burke nodded.

"That's easy. I know a hidden path leading to Winter's Throat, right behind Frostmourne..." he said meaningfully.

Mayor Burke looked surprised and pressed, "Frostmourne? Isn't that just a legend?"

"Of course not. According to the intelligence I've gathered, the Frost Tomb of Frost is located near the Throat of Winter, where the legendary ancient dragon priest of the Dragon Worship Cult, Frostark, lies asleep."

Upon hearing the term "Dragon Priest," Mayor Burke gasped.

Dragon Priests were high-ranking members of the Dragon Cult who assisted the dragons in managing their territories during the early Second Age when the dragons ruled the North. Their actual power was comparable to that of a king.

It is said that every surviving dragon priest has transformed himself into an undead creature.

After the dragons' reign ended, they buried themselves in what was once a sacred place, awaiting the day the dragons would return.

"Wait, if that's the case, hasn't that dragon priest been awakened by the ice dragon yet?" Mayor Burke asked.

"I don't think so yet, otherwise he would have led the Corpse Demon Legion out of Frost Tomb and attacked White River Town long ago."

After discussing it for a while, Mayor Burke decided to do it his way.

After leaving the mayor's house, Modi didn't rest. He stayed in the house arranged by the mayor and began to gather some alchemy tools that could be used when hunting dragons.

Three White Walkers stood by, assisting him and learning how to make alchemical tools.

Even if they don't understand, this behavior can still improve their cognitive development.

Hmm, it might improve it a little.

"Have you all learned how to make Dragon's Blood Oil?" Modi waved the square object wrapped in oil paper in his hand.

This is a combination of Dragon's Rest Oil and Boiling Blood Oil, possessing the effects of both. The recipe comes from Brendan, an outstanding graduate of the Frost Tower.

This stuff can weaken a dragon's spirit and reduce its regenerative abilities; it can be used simply by applying it to weapons.

The three White Walkers stared blankly for a few seconds, then nodded once, and then shook their heads twice.

Modi frowned, and it took him three seconds to connect with their radio waves.

"You only learned part of it, and not most of it?"

Everyone nodded.

"Well, it seems you still have a long way to go before you become qualified apprentices."

He demonstrated the process of making Dragon's Blood Oil several more times until he ran out of materials, at which point he stopped.

For the next seven days, he either stayed at home preparing dragon-hunting tools, or went out and found the location of Frost's Tomb based on his memory.

He found the Frost Tomb, but he also discovered a group of uninvited guests at the entrance.

That's one of the specialties of the continent of Itniti: ubiquitous bandit gangs.

They set up camp at the entrance to Frost Tomb, seemingly intending to explore the underground tomb.

"Those fools who barge into Frost Tomb will surely be beaten to their knees by the ghouls inside and transformed into new ghouls!"

In the shadows, Modi held up a telescope he had brought from Earth, watching the bandits enter the Frost Tomb from afar.

Behind him were Gan Wencui and his two companions, all holding the same type of binoculars.

"Wait, what's that...?"

He stared intently and saw a suspicious figure creeping around stealthily, gradually approaching the bandit henchmen guarding the entrance.

The suspicious figure raised a crossbow, and an arrow was fired, accurately hitting a bandit henchman in the neck.

The fall of their companion attracted the attention of the other bandits, and some of the quick-thinking ones immediately shouted, "It's an enemy attack! Quickly gather together, or we'll be picked off one by one!"

They moved quickly, and in no time they had gathered together, scanning their surroundings warily.

There was no one around except for them, and a strange square package that had appeared at their feet at some unknown time.

The package was attached to a thread, and that thread was burning rapidly.

A bad feeling crept into their hearts.