Volume 1, The Wizard's World Chapter 2, The Awakened
The truth is buried under layers of fog, and only those who dive deeply can see the true face.
A wizard is a deep diver and a beneficiary.
The first sorcerers were blasphemers who turned their backs on the gods.
People with extraordinary powers studied secretly and discovered the dark and weird side of this world, which is not limited to the emptiness of the kingdom of God where gods imprison people's hearts.
Power is real and can be obtained through certain means, which means that the gods are no longer the only force that protects the ethnic group.
Then the blasphemers appeared, and the war began.
The wizarding organization at the foot of Norton Mountain has a long history, dating back to the founding of Camelot.
The followers of Hydrian the Scythe Bearer followed the ships of the pioneers and came to this land. Like other believers, they were scattered throughout Camelot and slowly continue to this day.
At first, they took a fancy to an ancient tomb on the meadow of Norton Hill, and completed the transformation of their new residence through some evil ritual. Out of respect for the deceased, they opened another residence next to the tomb.
The dark red dome with the orangutan moon hanging high in the sky gave the dead rat in his hand an evil halo.
Ian, yes, he decided to inherit the name and everything about him.
Throwing the dead mouse back into the corner, he was puzzled: For what reason did Gervas kill the person?
Not to mention that they are the two people with the closest relationship in this dark tomb. Even aside from these, the mentors do not allow the new wizards to conflict casually, and violators will face cruel punishment.
So, what makes the other party ignore the majesty of the superior and thus defy the rules?
Ian searched the room carefully for a long time and found nothing worth coveting.
Before being promoted to wizards, apprentices spend most of their time being taught, beaten and busy in the mountains - nature breeds miracles and brings strength to the eye that is good at discovery.
By summarizing the experience of predecessors and passing it down by word of mouth, the younger generations like Ian can make many detours.
On June 1st, Ian and Gervas saw a white purslane outside a manor owned by a local viscount. Its unusual color immediately made them ecstatic. Usually purslane is purple.
Yes, if it appears white, it means it must have mutated.
Ian and Gervas had completed 675 and 590 sets of experiments respectively at that time, and both were already able to sense the positive and negative energy around them. Perhaps this last experiment was all they needed to successfully promote themselves to wizards and escape from their miserable apprenticeships.
This joy made them ignore the warnings of their mentors about hiding their whereabouts. The two hurriedly dug up many plants and went back. By taking the juice and applying it all over their bodies and other methods, they finally succeeded in awakening the body's ability to absorb negative energy, and then awakened to become a human being.
A wizard.
The method of awakening recorded by Ian is: roast and dry white purslane, mash it, add purified water to brew the powder and take it effectively.
Jervas is: white purslane juice mixed with male leg bone powder is effective.
This is a successful experiment, and together with the previous nine successful experiments, Ian's success rate is around 1.4%, which is average.
Fortunately, during several years of trying, apart from having severe diarrhea more than a dozen times, plus a period of itching all over his body and red and swollen skin, the God of Death did not attack him.
It seems that the "Scythe Bearer" still has some status in the dark god system, and his followers will not easily go to the plane of the undead to report.
Gervas is much better. His success rate is 1.7%, which is much higher than most apprentices. It is expected that he can successfully awaken.
The process of the emergence of a new wizard is called awakening, which means that a mortal awakens his long-hidden talents and opens up the ability to absorb the collection of positive and negative energy in nature, which also indicates that he will master real power from now on.
Therefore, new wizards are also called awakened ones - their imprisoned talents are reactivated and the source of power returns to themselves.
The methods of awakening among various factions are different. For example, the Star Spirit Sect usually sets up a temple on the top of a peerless mountain and awakens its heirs in the place closest to the stars, while the Dark Sect lurks in every dark corner of the continent and lives with corpses all day long.
Surrounding the undead - this is how Ian awakened, and he suffered a lot for this. If he swallowed the ashes and powder in his stomach, he would probably have a complete skeleton.
It is normal for weak wizards to experiment on themselves, use dangerous methods, and feel positive and negative energy in a state of frequent death. There is nothing to say about this. After all, to gain power, you must pay a price, and countless predecessors have left experience, so
The danger here is not as great as imagined, but it is quite disgusting.
In the middle of 1558, a total of five awakened people appeared in the weird cemetery located in the meadow, making it the highest promotion rate in the past ten years. This is something worth celebrating, and the mentors are also very happy.
Therefore, rewards were promised to the new wizards, and they were also officially given equal rights - they could open separate residences, laboratories or other private spaces.
Could it be that Gervas was there for the reward?
The monastery has always been generous with its purchases, and it is reasonable for alchemy products with mysterious effects to arouse greed.
However, Ian shook his head and rejected this conjecture. It was only November 7th. The instructors of the monastery were busy with the sacrificial ceremony and were not in Todes Cemetery all day, so they were also clearly informed of the reward.
It will be postponed to December 25th.
It will not be issued until Independence Day (a festival commemorating the awakening of the first batch of wizards and successfully breaking the monopoly of belief in gods. Both the mortal kingdom and the wizarding world celebrate on the same day.).
So Gervas had no reason to be disadvantageous to him.
Tuk Tuk!
Another vague knock on the door interrupted Ian's thoughts.
It's so late, who could it be?
Gervas!
Countless thoughts flashed through Ian's mind, and suddenly a bolt of lightning pierced the fog, making everything clear. It was so late, and it couldn't be anyone else but him.
So he sneered and lay crookedly on the edge of the bed, as if he was dead.
Seeing no response, the visitor boldly pushed open the rotten wooden board, tiptoed in, and then quickly closed the wooden board to ensure that no one would know what happened inside.
"You deserve to die this time, you damn weird bastard." A series of curses revealed a tone that was both relaxed and hateful, as if he had gained some kind of long-lasting relief.
Ian closed his eyes and recognized that it was Gervas.
bite!
"You actually drank all the juice from the corpse. What kind of tongue did you get, you freak?"
Sure enough, the death of the former master was entirely caused by him, and Ian was right.
But why?
There is still a reason missing.
But Gervas didn't have the time to talk nonsense. Even though the mentors were no longer at Todus Cemetery, accidents were always unpredictable, so he had to work quickly.
I saw him carefully moving the long table that occupied half of the room, making sure that the bottles and cans would not make the slightest sound during the move.
This thing was very simple, so he didn't spend much time on it.
There followed a long period of silence. Apart from the humming sound in Ian's ears, he could no longer hear even a whisper from Gervas. It was obvious that the other person was very involved in what he was doing.
And he is not nervous, because when a person is nervous, he will always do something to divert his attention. There is no more common situation than talking to oneself.
rustle
Judging from the strange, hidden sounds that could only be heard, like the sound of two boulders grinding against each other, this guy must be preparing for some kind of ritual.
What ceremony?
Ian began to get nervous, and then he remembered that buried in the Todes Cemetery were not only the ancient and decaying bones, but also the followers of the superior dark god Hydrian, a group of weirdos whose brains were filled with evil factors.
He has always been crazy, and sacrificing his body and soul is the norm.
Thinking of this, he was horrified and almost couldn't help but jump up to strike first. The current situation was no different from sitting back and waiting for death.
Life and death are propositions that wizards often ask. Everyone says that they can do anything to gain more and more real power, but the fact is that this is no longer the ancient times. There are not so many simple and enthusiastic beliefs, and they can live in an ignoble way.
There are more and more people, lurking like crawlers in the darkness underground.
It's time to fight hard.
No matter what, it would be better if everyone knew about it, Ian thought - he was a little unsure of killing the opponent.
Huh? Suddenly, the body is no longer under the control of the will. Even a simple action like opening the eyelids is difficult to achieve. Have you been tricked?
It’s over!
He thought desperately!
His vision suddenly shifted uncontrollably, and the layers of fog melted quickly like ice and snow meeting the sun. Ian found himself in a mysterious place.
Here the sky and the earth are indistinguishable, there are no cruel and evil mountains, no muddy and smelly towns, there is no sound, not even the wind.
There is only endless emptiness!
Countless white mist quickly gathered into a smooth and bright mirror, and the picture of his room actually appeared on it.
At this moment, Gervas has drawn a pattern: two inner and outer rings, and the space between the two rings is full of characters written in Navia. This kind of characters was the lingua franca of the peninsula in ancient times. It has been abandoned now, so he knows
not much.
Ian's native language is Saxon, and he only recognized the words "Death Altar" for the above text.
The inner ring is composed of a broken skull and crossed leg bones, which is the symbol of the righteous god, Iapetus, the god of death.
Seeing this situation, Ian didn't know what the other person was going to do. He immediately became extremely anxious and wanted to go out and stop this guy's evil behavior.
Although he is a wizard, he never thought that one day he would be used as a sacrifice and put on the altar. Who can agree with this?
Damn it, stop it!
Asshole, take your dirty hands away and don't touch me!
Lord Hyderian, please let me out quickly, it will be too late.
At this moment, there was no moment where he could be more pious than at this moment. It was a matter of life and death, and he was so excited that he couldn't control the energy in his body.
On the screen, Gervas suddenly noticed a weak wave of negative energy around Ian. He was about to launch the sacrifice and immediately stopped.
"Not dead?" He frowned and looked at the body that was obviously about to "come to life". He pulled out the dagger in his hand and walked towards him with some anxiety.
If you don’t die this way, then please die again.
Upon seeing this, Ian's thoughts of despair once again arose in his heart, but at this moment, a majestic will roared into his mind from a distance, as if something infinitely larger than it was being stuffed into a jar.
Ian felt like he was about to explode, and for a moment he couldn't understand what he was being "told".
The next moment, his eyes returned to his body, and a gray dagger was slashing towards his throat.
Years of mechanical training saved his hanging life. Between life and death, Ian instantly fell into an instinctive reaction, his eyes became firm, and his dominant right hand stepped forward like steel, pinching Gervas's right hand before the dagger arrived.
"Show no mercy to your enemies!"
"When knights fight, victory or defeat is only a matter of one blow!"
Earl Hyde's words rang in his ears, arousing his instinctive actions for many years.
He quickly pulled out his left hand, removed Gervas' dagger, then quickly slashed the opponent's throat, and got up before the blood spurted out. All this seemed extremely skillful.
No matter what the reason is, it doesn't matter. Only enemies who turn into corpses are good enemies.
Ian stood there blankly, letting Gervas' blood soak into the pattern on the floor.
"Soul harvesting is completed. The trade point No. 2233 of the Altar of the Dead has received 50 points, leaving 150 points."
A hoarse and cold voice sounded in Ian's ears. He was so shocked that he immediately came back to his senses and searched everywhere for the source of the sound.
At this time, the majestic will in his mind roared again, and a content called "hunting" appeared.
"Hunting is complete, harvest the Altar of the Undead, trade point, and keep it in the trading inventory."
"Ian Hyde completed the hunt, established a junior hunter status, and obtained the hunter's method of making a broad blade."