From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 4 Aren't you cold dressed like that?

"Magic Protection, Preemptive Strike, Bloodline Sense, Crimson Cloak... these four apprentice-level spells are finally finalized."

Thanks to my dear teacher, otherwise I would still be worrying about finding spells from other schools of thought.

In the Naberai catacombs, Mordy looked at the magical aura emanating from his body and nodded in satisfaction.

A month had passed since he killed... and completed his apprenticeship. During this time, he had been studying the legacy left by Devia and striving to take on the responsibility of the Greta School as soon as possible.

The guaranteed success of these four apprentice-level spells was his first step toward his goal.

On the continent of Itniti, magic is divided into four levels: Apprentice, Extraordinary, Legendary, and Forbidden.

Apprentices like him can generally only cast apprentice-level spells; they are powerless to cast spells beyond that level.

"And there's the blood healing technique. Although I've learned it, I've never actually practiced it. It would be great if there were some extraordinary creature that I could use to practice."

Theory is no substitute for practice. Modi really wanted to put it into practice, but unfortunately, extraordinary beings were not so easy to encounter.

As for the location of the Ancient Blood in another world, there has been progress. Although it is still unknown when it will be completed, at least he can hear the echoes from the other world.

"Let's see what the next arrangement is... Wait, what's going on?"

A piercing sound, similar to an air raid siren, rang in his ears. He paused for a moment, then realized that the alert spell he had set had been triggered.

Someone has broken into the underground tomb!

"Who's so bold as to break through the ghoul defenses and come in?" Mordy frowned. "And it was the entrance alarm that was triggered; the alarms at the defense line weren't activated."

Regardless, he picked up the axe, intending to investigate further.

......

The entrance to the underground tomb is located in a cave. Outside the cave, the snowfield is filled with many ghouls and warning spells set up by Devia, so theoretically no one can break in without triggering them.

But a girl named Julia Alvarez did it; she didn't even know they existed and rushed into the cave in a panic.

Perhaps the word "escape" would be more appropriate.

"An ancient tomb? How could there be something like this in a cave? Never mind, escaping inside is the only chance of survival."

Julia gritted her teeth, wrapped her robe tightly around herself, and ran into the underground tomb.

Behind her, everything was covered in white; the blizzard had completely buried the footprints she had left behind.

Several hoarse roars came from the snow, and a tall, horned, inhuman-looking figure appeared and disappeared in the wind and snow.

Shortly after entering the underground tomb, Julia ran into big trouble.

This underground tomb clearly had an owner; as soon as she entered, she triggered a pre-arranged spell.

Several blood-red thorns grew wildly from the cracks in the wall and wrapped around her ankles.

The thorns pierced her fair skin, and the blood-red spikes greedily sucked the flowing blood.

"Damn it, what kind of spell is this?" Julia bit her lip. This pampered young lady didn't usually care much about magic and preferred to spend her time on social interactions among nobles.

Now, however, she only regrets not listening to her tutor and stepping into a spell trap.

Caught in a thicket of bloodthorns, she dared not make a move, racking her brains to search for a way to escape from her meager magical knowledge.

"A noblewoman?"

A slightly hoarse male voice rang out, and Julia's heart skipped a beat. She looked up and saw a human figure emerge from the shadows.

Under the dim light, a slightly pale face came into view. Considering the surroundings, she couldn't help but wonder if the man in front of her had just crawled out of a grave.

Despite his pale skin, the man possessed no trace of effeminacy.

The scar across his left eye, coupled with his resolute gaze, made her subconsciously believe that he was a trustworthy veteran.

"Who are you......"

Before she could ask a question, the man in front of her spoke first: "Aren't you cold dressed like that?"

Modi looked her up and down.

First, there were slender legs encased in black stockings that reached past the knees, followed by a purple short skirt beneath an elegant robe, with a glimpse of fair skin visible between the skirt and the stockings.

"Where did she get those black stockings? And this art style is a bit different from mine... she looks like a character from an anime."

Looking only at the lower half of his body, Mo Di could hardly suppress the urge to complain, and subconsciously ignored the upper half as well.

He suddenly remembered that there was a certain laboratory module in "Old Eight's Secret Family Bucket", and the clothing and art style that did not conform to the current era probably came from there.

"It's just that her face isn't quite right; I feel... she's not as good as Devialet."

Julia on the other end was also quite embarrassed, after all, she didn't expect the other person to ask that question.

If her elopement hadn't been so rushed, she would have liked to change into something thicker. Besides, when she first escaped Frostbite Territory, she hadn't expected to be caught in a blizzard.

She and her elopement partner not only got lost in the snow, but also faced hunger and cold, and finally, a horrifying incident occurred.

"Could you please dispel your spell first?" Julia pointed downwards.

The black stockings wrapped around her legs were torn by the bloodthorn, and blood was flowing out of the wound.

"I'm sorry, I can't, unless you first state your identity and purpose." Mordike wouldn't give her any preferential treatment because of her appearance or gender; on the contrary, he secretly began preparing his spell.

"You...!" Julia, who had been pampered since childhood, had never been treated like this before, but considering that she was now living under someone else's roof, she could only bury her anger in her heart and had no choice but to compromise.

"My name is Julia Alvarez..."

Alvarez, that's the surname of the lord of Frostfire.

Just as Modi was thinking about this, he heard even more explosive news.

The youngest daughter of the Frostfire Lord, who was the most beloved of all, had eloped with the knight who served her.

He should have been shocked, but when he thought about the incredible plots he had experienced, he suddenly felt that this was nothing.

It feels less compelling than Devialet's redemption storyline.

There will never be a shortage of people like this in the world; he may encounter something even more difficult for him to handle.

"So, what about your boyfriend?" Modi asked with interest.

"He...he suddenly went mad," Julia said in a low voice, her eyes filled with sorrow. "We got lost and were trapped in a cave by a blizzard. We were cold and hungry."

He seemed to be starving; in the end, he even tried to eat me.

Are you so hungry you want to eat people?

Modi understood and was not surprised.

Human nature cannot withstand the test; he has seen many similar horrific things in the Naberai catacombs in the past two years.

"I temporarily trapped him with a spell scroll I brought from home, and took the opportunity to escape. I don't know how I ended up here."

Julia continued to confess, her expression now turning to fear.

"But he didn't give up. He turned into a monster, and he's still chasing me!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a gust of cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, blew into the underground tomb.

Her eyes widened, and she stammered, "He..."

"He's here," Mordy said expressionlessly. "You're the one who led the monster to my house."

The warning spell at the entrance was triggered again, and coupled with the cold wind mixed with evil power, he realized that the visitors were up to no good.

An artificial blizzard swept in from outside, and the snowflakes fell on the two of them, carrying a strange and evil magic that was draining their strength.

Modi felt inexplicably agitated, fearful, and nervous, but a second later, he calmed down.

Mood regulation is a compulsory course in the Greta School, and apprentices who fail to master it will be expelled by Deviady for being unable to control their emotions.

The two permanent spells, Magic Protection and Crimson Cloak, activated automatically, keeping out the stamina-draining wind and snow.

Julia, who was standing to the side, was still shivering from the cold despite being protected by his magic. Coupled with excessive blood loss and hunger over the past few days, she was now seeing black spots in her vision and her legs were weak.

"Find a place to hide," Mordy said, removing the blood thorns from her legs. "I won't be able to help you if a fight breaks out."

Upon hearing this, Julia reluctantly moved her feet and hid behind a stone coffin in the corner.

The wind howled, and the blizzard that rushed in from outside almost turned the entire tomb chamber into a white expanse.

Modi stood in the snow, looking ahead, when he saw a blurry black figure walking towards him.

Tall and thin, withered and emaciated, his skeleton was covered with deathly gray skin. His lower body was humanoid, but he had a deer head with long antlers on his neck. His flesh and blood were highly decomposed, like a living corpse that had just crawled out of a tomb.

"Wendigo," Mordy whispered its name.

The continent of Itnity has Wendigos, especially in the north.

If humans trapped in the icy wilderness resort to cannibalism, they may attract evil spirits and transform into Wendigos.

Another theory suggests that the possession of evil spirits caused humans to develop cannibalistic tendencies, which led to the birth of the Wendigo.

"Simply cannibalism wouldn't cause the human body to mutate to this extent; possession by an evil spirit is the key." Mordy licked his dry lips, becoming interested in Wendigo.

If he remembered correctly, the Wendigo should be considered a supernatural being, and its bloodline was of great value.

He wanted to put Wendigo on the dissection table, while the other wanted to disembowel him.

"Meat...I want fresh meat!" Wendigo roared, his eyes, which were mostly white, instantly turning crimson.

Many dark figures rushed out from the blizzard behind it. They were extremely fast and arrived in front of Modi in the blink of an eye.

"A ghoul? No, a White Walker twisted and mutated by the Wendigo."

Their tall, withered bodies, pale skin, and blue eyes made Modi immediately recognize the origin of these creatures.

"No wonder the first line of defense at the entrance failed; the ghouls have all been corrupted by the Wendigo. It's likely that the warning spells there were instantly disabled by some unknown magic."

These mutated White Walkers are more powerful than wights, are difficult to harm by ordinary fire, and are also difficult to be effective against by ordinary melee weapons.

"But my Blood Flame is not included in this category."

As Mordillo raised his hand, a large number of bloodthorns immediately sprouted from the floor and wall cracks, wrapping around them at a speed faster than the White Walkers.

In an instant, blood flames ignited on the bloodthorn, easily piercing the White Walker's skin and allowing the blood flames to spread inward.

The combination of the Bloodthorn of Sin and Bloodburn, two apprentice-level spells, produced a very good effect.

Bloodflame makes Bloodthorn invincible, and after Bloodthorn cuts through the enemy's flesh, Bloodflame burns the enemy's flesh and blood, burning ever brighter.

The White Walkers roared in fury, but were bound to the spot by the Bloodthorns, only able to endure the scorching flames of blood.

Seeing that the White Walkers they sent out were ineffective, the Wendigo, who had been completely still, began to move.

In an instant, the towering figure rushed in front of Modi, its claws covered in ice crystals slashing down, ready to tear the enemy to shreds.