Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy-Chapter 547 - 545 The Secret of the Ancient Battlefield
Chapter 547: Chapter 545 The Secret of the Ancient Battlefield
In the world of Danaila, there were innumerable ancient battlegrounds from times long past, such as the Blood Plains, the Nine-Colored Pits, and so on, but none of these were as ancient as the battlegrounds surrounding the Ancient Longman Ancient Road.
As time passed, many of these old battlegrounds transformed into Forbidden Lands, no longer suitable for ordinary beings to inhabit.
“Sorcerer Hardy, do you know why these ancient battlegrounds have become distorted, unlike the normal world?” Ivan asked.
“No,” replied Hardy.
“You actually know?”
“Above the Star Realm River is the Chaotic World, the place of the ultimate end, but also the place of origin. The distorted rules you speak of are actually the norm in the Chaotic World.”
Ivan and his companions lacked knowledge of these ancient battlegrounds, and as a Great Sage, Hardy Charosi’s experience was not something they could match.
It turned out that the ancient battlegrounds of Danaila had evolved into unique areas under the influence of the Chaotic World’s power, seemingly out of sync with the normal world.
Although these were Forbidden Lands where it was difficult for living beings to survive, they were capable of nurturing various marvelous treasures. It was clear that this was not a bad thing.
“Let’s go, it’s time for us to descend.”
The airship left the Chanay Continent and traveled a distance into the Storm Sea before arriving near the target site discovered by Philomena and Locke.
From the deck of the airship, one could see an ancient road winding like a white vine, stretching across the dark and desolate wilderness.
This was the ‘Ancient Longman Ancient Road’.
Under Hardy’s lead, the group of four jumped directly from the airship and soon landed on the ancient road.
In fact, the Ancient Longman Ancient Road was not narrow; even at its narrowest, it allowed seven or eight large cargo beast carts to travel side by side. The surface of the ancient road was peculiar, made of pure white gravel, void of any flowers or grass.
On both sides of the road were black frozen soil, where occasionally one could see strange vegetation with tenacious lifeforce.
“Over here.”
Philomena led the way, stepping off the road first, treading on the frozen soil which made a cracking sound.
The three followed closely, maintaining silence throughout the journey.
In places like this, the less powerful faced fewer incidents as no one would pay attention to or acknowledge ordinary small characters, which is also why the Ancient Longman Ancient Road served as a pathway.
However, the likelihood of Ivan and his comrades being targeted was high, yet they were not the least bit afraid.
“Rumble!”
Indeed, anomalies soon appeared around them, with several ice mountains, six to seven meters tall, abruptly surrounding them, with high-concentration flames sealed within.
At that moment, the flames burst through the ice mountains’ summits, erupting like volcanoes.
“It seems we are surrounded. Could this be some kind of Formation?”
“Ivan, what do you think?”
The four stopped in their tracks to observe the change. Philomena was the first to voice a noteworthy question, but Hardy turned to Ivan for an answer.
Ivan, being an Enchanter and an Arcane Wizard expert in Fire-type power, was clearly the most suitable person to answer.
“Yes, but it’s not worth mentioning.”
He didn’t mince words, sharing his opinion directly.
No sooner had he spoken than he sensed a disturbance nearby. Looking in the direction of the sensation, he saw a figure with hair half-silver and half-red glaring intently at him with a malevolent gaze.
“Heh, you seem to have angered them,” Philomena said, slightly reveling in Schadenfreude.
“So what?” Ivan remained indifferent.
“Oh dear, someone’s underestimated by you. Show us your moves then,” Philomena continued teasingly.
The consciousness appearing here was actually a Fixated Entity, extremely obstinate in nature, typically never giving up until achieving its goal. The reason the two bantered was to enrage the adversary, exposing its weaknesses so they could resolve the battle swiftly.
The ominous man was indeed enraged.
He incited the formation, and a bone-chilling fire surged out from the Ice Mountain, sweeping toward the group.
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Ivan stepped forward, his demeanor calm as he unleashed Black Magic Hand. With the reinforcement of soul power, Black Magic Hand’s potency was incomparable to its former self, countless times stronger.
With one palm strike, the fiery formation shattered at its weakest point, icy flames splattered in all directions, and the Ice Mountain from which the flames erupted also cracked in half.
“I actually lost!”
“I actually lost!”
“——”
The ominous man’s eyes filled with disbelief, unable to accept the shallowness of his defeat.
As he mumbled to himself, everything around rapidly dissipated—the flames vanished, the Ice Mountain disappeared, and no trace was left of the ominous man.
Ivan was not particularly surprised by this; he casually reached out, gathering strands of fiery power into his palm, which soon coalesced into a silver icy flame.
“A fire born from the cold ice, not bad, not bad.”
“Continue forward.”
For the four of them, this was nothing more than a minor episode, hardly worth noting.
Before long, after encountering various minor incidents and calmly dealing with each, they had delved deeply into the ancient battlefield, unaware of how far they had gone.
In fact, there were five people in their party all along, with Locke present. He had attached himself to Ivan and hadn’t dared to show himself easily.
However, when the search of the four became troublesome, he had no choice but to make an appearance.
“Locke, we need your help.”
“Easy to say, easy to say.”
The speaker was Philomena, who, along with Locke, had previously pinpointed their location from the Storm Sea above. Due to the peculiar nature of this ancient battlefield, there were bound to be some deviations, which called for Locke’s intervention.
Locke possessed a special item—the Mill Master Bracelet—a symbol of his status as the Mill Master and a fantastic item, specifically designed for Spiritual Bodies.
Transformed into chains, the Mill Master Bracelet jingled sonorously, as if injected with adrenaline, actively probing in a certain direction.
“Boss?”
“Follow it.”
Ivan and the others knew what this implied—the chains had clearly caught a scent of their prey, and their excited demeanor indicated it was no ordinary prey.
And their target happened to be no ordinary Spiritual Body.
This was not a coincidence.
Led by the chains, they finally arrived at a valley surrounded by mountains. The scene in the valley gave them the illusion of being in some sorcerer’s town.
In the valley, pavilions and terraces were densely packed, with a three-story tower standing alone in splendid isolation.
Between the pavilions, the streets were bustling with people, all in an orderly flow.
Such a scene was astonishing; they were deep within an ancient battlefield, where one would hardly expect to find a peaceful little town of sorcerers.
“No point in looking around, shall we meet the ‘sorcerers’ here?” Hardy’s eyes flickered with seriousness.
“That’s only right.” The other three naturally wouldn’t refuse.
No matter the peculiarity of this place, they had come to resolve issues, not to curiosity-hunt. There was no need to probe each detail; heading straight to the target was sufficient.
They wanted to see what kind of sorcerers were hidden here; it couldn’t possibly be the King of Green Thunder himself.
Once in agreement, they quickly approached the tower located halfway up a certain mountain, bypassing the strange little town in the blink of an eye and landing in front of the tower.
