Black Hearted Mage

Chapter 112 Iron Boar

At Liv's persistent pleas, Lambert finally slowly pulled out the dagger he'd been wearing from his waist. The moment it appeared, it captured everyone's attention. Its unique shape, the blade curved into a graceful arc, resembled the slithering movements of a nimble snake. The entire blade shone a vibrant, blood-red color, so deep and intense it conjured up images of blood splattered everywhere.

A closer look reveals a dense array of tiny serrations covering the blade and back of the dagger. These teeth are arranged closely and neatly, as if meticulously carved. From a distance, they resemble the sharp teeth of a demon, exuding a chilling aura.

The first impression of this dagger is its profound strangeness, unlike any other metalwork. Its surface is adorned with innate, unpredictable patterns, interwoven into a mysterious and complex pattern. Gazing at these patterns, one senses a powerful and unknown force brewing within, waiting to erupt.

Caesars, standing by, widened his eyes and asked in confusion, "Is it harder than pure gold?"

Lambert nodded and replied firmly, "Of course! This is no ordinary dagger, but forged from a demon's fang. It's said this fang comes from the Abyssal Plane, from a notorious demon lord. The magic patterns on the blade are naturally formed, belonging to an extremely rare high-level magic pattern. This type of magic pattern possesses many magical properties, such as sharpness, cutting, magic breaking, and tearing. With these properties, this blade can easily cut through materials as strong as adamantine. However, compared to the Dragon Fang Blade in Riven's hand, it is far inferior!"

After saying this, Lambert turned to look at Caesars, his eyes revealing a hint of seriousness, and continued to warn: "Boy, I have to remind you, before you are promoted to a mage, don't rashly go to the Saint Laurent Empire. You must know that that is the sphere of influence of the Saint Laurent Church, and they have hidden their true power. I will help you when the time comes!"

"What power do they hide?"

The information revealed by Lambert surprised Caesar greatly. He thought that the Church of Saint Laurent had hidden its power.

"A corrupted and fallen force. They have come into contact with something from the demonic realm, and have become monsters with the power of a magician!"

"Can corruption and depravity become strength?"

"Boy, you can imagine that it's like a human being turned into a demon. Due to some inexplicable reasons, they eventually became a deformed form that doesn't resemble a human. However, these ghost creatures are very powerful, with thick skin and flesh, and are immune to most spells. However, no matter how thick their skin is or how strong their defense is, they can't withstand a single scratch from my demonic fangs!"

After hearing Lambert's description, Caesars was also somewhat confused. Engraving magic patterns on a weapon and adding magical alchemical ink was a way to demonize it. Enchanting a weapon was also another way to demonize it. The idea that the Church of Saint Laurent was demonizing people was truly appalling.

"Are deformed beings still considered human?" Liv suddenly asked.

"Some aberrations still retain human thinking, and they can barely be considered human. Some aberrations have completely lost their humanity. They can no longer be considered human, and have become monsters that only know how to kill and eat."

Liv shuddered involuntarily. The aberrations frightened her. She continued to ask, "Father, where did the Church of Saint Laurent hide the aberrations? Why have I never heard of them?"

"A place no one would have thought of, right in the south of the Roland Empire!"

"The Church of Saint Laurent hid the deformed creatures in the Roland Empire!" Liv couldn't help but exclaimed when she heard Lambert's answer. No one could have imagined such a result.

"Is it in Count Sauron's mine?" After hearing Lambert's narration, Caesar also thought of a heavily guarded place, which happened to be in the south of the Roland Empire.

"Yes, the mutant is in that mine. Boy, this mine is very large, and there is a passage deep underground that can lead directly to the Saint Laurent Empire. And that earl is not from the Roland Empire. The real Earl Sauron has been dead for hundreds of years. Now the Earl's Mansion, from top to bottom, even the servants and errands are all from the Saint Laurent Church!" Lambert said with some pride, as if there was no secret on the Roland Continent that he didn't know.

"Father, you must have been in that mine, why didn't you kill them all!" The deformed creatures were so disgusting, Liv asked Lambert angrily.

"That's the human race's own business. We elves are just bystanders now. As long as the aberrations don't come to the Endless Forest, we won't interfere in the affairs of the human race."

Lambert stated the elves' attitude, and Liv could only nod helplessly. For over ten thousand years, the elves had faded from human sight, hiding in the endless forest.

"Liv, I'm going in to dig for crystals. You two can chat slowly!"

"Kid, stop digging for crystals. There's a storage ring full of exploding crystals. I have no use for them, so use them to make alchemical bombs!"

Hearing that Caesar was going to dig for crystals, Lambert threw him a storage ring.

"Lord Lambert, do you also know about the simplified version of the alchemical bomb?"

"It's a weird thing that Riven made. It can't be made very large, but it should be powerful enough to deal with a great magician. He's playing with the rune bomb now, and that thing is truly terrifying. He said it could blow out a crater."

Lambert stood up, took out a silver hawk whistle, and blew it vigorously. The sound was like the cry of a nighthawk, sharp and piercing. A moment later, a dark figure circled down from the sky.

"I should go back now, otherwise those old elves in the council will try to steal my nightmare fruit again!"

As the Nighthawk flew low, Lambert, wearing pitch-black magic-patterned leather armor, lowered himself slightly before suddenly leaping upwards. He quickly transformed into a black mist in mid-air. Just as Caesars was perplexed, Lambert appeared on the Nighthawk's back.

"Liv, your father can also use magic?" Caesars was a little curious about Lambert turning into black mist.

"Kasas, my father knows several spells, but the one he just used was a rogue skill—Sinister Strike. It's very similar to a magician's Blink, and it requires a high level of physical strength. I can also cast Sinister Strike now, but it makes me very tired."

"Your body isn't strong enough?"

"Well, even though I drank a bottle of the extremely effective body-refining potion, it will take more than ten years to further strengthen my physique!"

"Now that we have the explosive crystal, let's go back to the crater. I'm going to get some alchemical gel and pick some herbs along the way."

"Kaesus, what on earth do you want these herbs for? Don't tell me you suddenly want to change your job to become an alchemist!" Liv widened her beautiful eyes and stared at Kaesus, her face full of confusion and doubt, and she couldn't wait to get a reasonable answer from him.

When Caesar heard Liv's question, he smiled slightly and replied slowly, "Liv, you don't know that in the outside world, the herbs unique to the Endless Forest are extremely valuable. You can exchange them for fine wine, golden coins, and even invaluable magic crystals!"

After hearing this, Liv frowned and retorted, "Even so, there's no need to go out and work hard to dig herbs yourself! Why not just go to the herb fields over on the crater and pick some?"

Kaisas was shocked by Liv's bold idea and quickly waved his hands to explain, "Oh, Liv, please don't do anything rash! Although the medicinal fields in the crater are indeed not guarded by anyone, they are the common property of the entire Thorn Flower Kingdom. If we pick them without permission, we will get into big trouble!"

However, seeing that Liv still didn't seem to understand the seriousness of the situation, Caesars thought for a moment and then said, "How about this, Liv, when we go back, we can look carefully on the way to see if there are any herbs we need. If we are really unlucky and can't find the golden ginseng, then we can consider going to the herb field to have a look, okay?"

However, what Caesars didn't expect was that Liv patted her chest nonchalantly and said generously, "Hey, Caesars, aren't you just after a few golden ginsengs? It's not that difficult. I have several here. I might as well give you a few!"

Kaisas glanced at Liv gratefully, but still insisted, "Thank you, Liv, I appreciate your kindness. But let's do as we agreed. Let's go back to the crater and look for it. If we really can't find the golden ginseng, you can give it to me then, okay?"

Elves have a special fondness for a bitter substance, which can quickly refresh their minds. This magical substance is golden ginseng. Whenever they feel exhausted and listless, elves only need to gently chew a small piece of golden ginseng, and they will immediately feel a cool air rushing to their heads, followed by a refreshing feeling that lasts for hours.

Furthermore, this golden ginseng also possesses powerful magic and exuberant vitality, making it a treasure for the elves. When they are exhausted after a fierce battle or a long journey, simply taking some golden ginseng can quickly restore their strength and rejuvenate them.

At that moment, Kaisas, staff-leaning, and Liv, clad in leather armor, slowly made their way westward along the rock-strewn Blackrock Mountain. They tread cautiously, keeping as close as possible to the lush, endless forest that stretched like a green ocean. This forest, brimming with vitality and mystery, beckoned people to explore its mysteries.

Entering the gloomy forest, the first thing that catches your eye are the towering, sturdy trees. Some are erect fir trees, towering into the clouds, exceeding a hundred meters in height! Looking up, it seems as if the fir trees stretch to the horizon. Others are shorter, but their canopies are incredibly vast, like giant umbrellas, each covering an area hundreds of meters in radius. Walking among them feels like entering a magical kingdom made of trees.

In the evening, the setting sun shone like blood, dyeing the sky a brilliant crimson. Caesars was intently setting up his tent in the clearing, each movement a skillful and steady one. Meanwhile, Liv flitted around like a lithe butterfly, her lively eyes constantly observing the surroundings.

Suddenly, a faint, almost imperceptible rustling sound came from the depths of the dense forest not far away. Although the sound was very weak, it could not escape the extremely keen hearing of the magic archer.

"Kaesas, there seems to be a monster eating over there!" Liv shouted in a low voice, with a hint of nervousness and excitement in her tone. She had already taken out the magic bow while speaking.

Upon hearing this, Caesars immediately stopped setting up the tent and quickly pulled out the mysteriously glowing Death Staff from his backpack. He then looked in the direction Liv pointed. However, he stared wide-eyed for a long time, but neither saw the Warcraft nor heard the subtle sound from before.

"Liv, where is the Warcraft?" asked Caesar with a frown.

"It's about a hundred meters ahead, but the view there is blocked by dense trees, so we can't see it!" Liv answered while gesturing the approximate direction with her hands.

"Okay, then I'll sneak over from the left, and Liv, you go around and surround me from the right. Remember, be careful when you shoot arrows later, and don't mistake me for a monster and shoot me!" Caesars warned.

"Kaisas, how dare you look down on me!"

After that, the two of them separated and moved cautiously towards their target...

In the endless, lush forest, the setting sun cast dappled light through the gaps between the layers of leaves. Caesars cautiously penetrated about a hundred meters into the forest before finally spotting his target—an incredibly large wild boar.

The wild boar's muscles were tense and full of strength. It was burying its head in the mud, vigorously digging at the ground with its exposed and sharp tusks, as if looking for something to eat.

A closer look revealed the boar's skin, a distinctive reddish-brown hue, as if stained by the afterglow of the setting sun. A rough estimate suggested it weighed over a thousand pounds. Its four exposed tusks were particularly striking. Curving upward like the scythe of death, they measured a foot in length! Each tusk gleamed with a chilling icy light, leaving no doubt as to its lethality.

When Caesars was still more than thirty meters away from the wild boar, he heard a noise in the dense forest. He stopped eating and looked for the source of the sound with great vigilance.

Facing such a massive beast, Caesars took a deep breath and began to whisper a mysterious spell. He concentrated on mobilizing his magical power, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the fat boar. However, just as he was about to complete the spell, an arrow, wrapped in a sharp sound and extreme speed, suddenly shot from a distance and penetrated the boar's skull like lightning.

Instantly, the wild boar let out a shrill cry, but the sound quickly died. Its massive body convulsed violently, its limbs thrashing about wildly, raising a cloud of dust. But a moment later, it collapsed helplessly to the ground, its four strong, powerful legs stretched straight out, and there was no movement.