Abe the Wizard

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Great Sacrifice of Faucathon was only a moment of impatience for the news of my people's artifact, which is why I say this!” The Great Sacrifice of Heras beside him stood up and bowed slightly.

He then discovered that the status of Master Bennett was far beyond what they had imagined when they arrived, and that no wonder they were not aware of the current status of Master Bennett in the Central Continent because of their physical condition and little concern for medicinal information.

To be honest, if it were any of the other three pharmacists, no organization would venture into the hills of fanaticism to come forward for Abel.

The Fockerson High Priest was about to speak, but was gently pulled by the Hollas High Priest, who didn't let him say anything more.

“Master Bennett, we just want to see your Deed Beast, the Beamon Beast summoned by the artifact or not, and we will pay you a hundred intermediate 'Light Stones’!” The High Priest of Heras looked at Abel and bowed down and said.

“Hollas Grand Priest, I made it clear just now, if you want to see it, then be ready to fight my Bimongia * *!” Abel sighed.

A hundred intermediate ‘optical stones’, he did not see, because so many intermediate ‘optical stones', when combined into advanced ‘optical stones', could only support him for 30 days, that is, three days in the central continent.

“Master Bennett, I'll take out another 100 intermediate 'Optical Stones' and 200 intermediate ‘Optical Stones' in exchange for a look at the Bimont Beast and, as you say, the Fockerson Grand Priest will fight your covenant!” The Great Sacrifice of Heras saw Abel's expression, and if Abel was dissatisfied, he would go to the stadium, and the guests in the palace would be offended first, so he immediately increased the number of "light stones," he said in silence.

After seeing the status of Abel, he no longer wants to be an enemy to Abel for an unknown reason. If it is proved that the Nabimont beast was really summoned for the artifact, then he will return to the clan to discuss whether the enemy is a friend or not, but definitely not a direct enemy now.

“Now that you've said that, please join me in the martial arts and watch my Beaumont battle with the Fockerson High Priest!” Abel nodded and bowed down to the guests beside him.

“Of course, I've heard of your amazing Beast power!” The Hal Rule Wizard said with a smile.

The palace's martial arts field is an empty space next to the palace, with tough, non-fragile lawns on the ground. Normally, this is where palace guards train, and sometimes some open-air activities are held.

Abel stood in the middle of the martial arts field, opposite the Fuckathon Grand Priest, when the Fuckathon Grand Priest had regained his‘ white bone armor ’and summoned eight skeletons, a steel stone demon.

In the two hands of the Fockerson Grand Sacrifice, two spell lines have been maintained. Abel recognises the spell lines on his left hand as‘ aging ’and the spell lines on his right hand as' bone cells’.

Nobody would blame him for keeping the spell first, because fighting close forces like the mighty Beaumont Beast, without preparing the spell in advance, might not have used its power yet, was defeated close.

Abel also opened the Space Beast Ring, a huge black hole from which Bimont Dolph jumped.

The Fockerson Sacrifice looked at the Beaumont Dolph in front of him, and he knew immediately that it was definitely not the Beaumont Beast summoned by the artifact, not even the Beaumont Beast of their beast tribe.

The Beaumont beast summoned by the artifact is a resurrected creature with no soul, recognized only by looking into the eyes of the Beaumont beast.

And now the height and strength of the monster Dolph is stronger than the monster beast in the animal race. It is extremely strange in the Ferguson sacrifice heart, where does such a monster come from?

Knowing that the known Beamon beasts of the Central Continent are only owned by the Beast Nation, has never heard of any other place.

Though he thought so, he didn't stop, because that was worse than the giant iron rod in Monument's hand.

The ‘bone cell' in his hand was instantly thrown out, had just come out of the black hole, and Beaumont Dolph, who was not ready to fight, was immediately surrounded by the 'bone cell'.

Then the ‘aging’ in his hand spread to Dolph, but Dolph didn't even look at him, but at his master, Abel.

“Dolph, hold on, don't kill him!” Abel, that's an order.

As Abel ordered, Dolph hovered, then his body instantly disappeared in place, and as he searched for Dolph around the Fockerson High Priest, he had struck down with a huge stick in his arms.

The Fockerson Grand Priest thought of many possibilities and how Bimont Dolph would attack him, but never thought that Dolph would attack him in a manner similar to 'instant movement'.

It was too late for him to dodge, and the three nearest skeletons and the Iron Stone Demon jumped instantly to protect his head.

Three skeletons were directly smashed by a giant stick. Then, with a loud noise, the Iron Stone Demon collided with the giant stick. This hard collision made a huge sound, while the Iron Stone Demon was instantly blown up and countless pieces of Iron flew around.

The three-sided bone shield on the Fockerson Sacrifice effectively blocked the flying pieces of iron, but the stick kept going down, the 'aging’ curse, the blockage of three skeletons and a steel stone demon, slowed Dolph's attack.

The Kafkaisen high priest himself did not move quickly enough, he did not even make the dodging move, and the three-sided bone shield on his body came into contact with the giant stick.

The three-sided bone shield emitted a miserable white light, and then the three-sided bone shield disappeared into starlight, and the iron rod stopped.

Dolph retracted the stick once again and struck the Fockerson High Sacrifice again, which, despite blocking Dolph's blow by all means, caused his body to tremble independently, temporarily unable to carry out a second spell.

“Master Bennett, please stop. We've lost!” The Hollas Grand Priest shouted out loud that he had just tried to save the Fockerson Grand Priest, but he had only begun to paint a spell pattern, which was locked by the mysterious ruler behind Master Bennett, who could only ask Master Bennett to stop the deed.

But it was too late, and the Fockerson sacrifice was swept over by a giant stick, and he flashed a few lights on his body, which should have been the defensive treasure on his body, but his body was still shot out.

By the time his body was in the air, his left arm had been softly hung and half of his body's bones seemed to have been broken.

“Fockerson!” The Hollas Grand Priest hurried forward in front of the Fockerson Grand Priest, watching the Fockerson Grand Priest, and watching Dolph continue his attack.

But Dolph did not continue to attack, and he returned to Abel.

“Master Bennett, you've done too much!” The Great Sacrifice of Heras looked at some of the wounds of the Great Sacrifice of Fuchsen, and he was shocked.

While such injuries do not cause the death of the Fockerson Grand Sacrifice, they are likely to take a long time to repair and may even be of direct use to the left arm.

Knowing that sacrifice, especially the body of the high sacrifice, has become very different from the body of ordinary life due to the many baptisms of death, ordinary master-level therapeutics are of no use to them.

Like the elite 'natural life’, the top healing agent, can repair the body of the rule-wizard, the Great Druid, but for the high sacrifice, it is like a poison.

“As you can see, Heras the Great Sacrifice, my Deed Dowager has received the strength, otherwise this Blessed Caesar Sacrifice will never survive!” Abel sighed.

Today is his promotion ceremony, and the acts of these two high priests are an absolute provocation to him, to the entire Elf clan, and to his deliberate wounds.

Otherwise, Dolph would not have made such a heavy attack by controlling Dolph with his soul chain.

“Fockerson, how are you?” Horace Sacrifice was temporarily unable to reply to Abel, who looked at the Faucathon Sacrifice, who was already in a coma, and asked aloud.

At their level, physical injuries do not prolong coma as long as they are not directly fatal.

The Fockerson High Priest seemed to have heard his call and slowly opened his eyes, then took a sip of wow and spit out the dark red blood with the pieces of his gut.

“Hollas Grand Priest, why don't you use wounds?” Abel asked strangely.

He did want to make the Fockerson sacrifice suffer, but he didn't really want the Fockerson sacrifice to be seriously injured, and in his cognition, the wound could be restored with a dose of medicine.

“Master Bennett, if you can make Faucathon feel better immediately, I apologize on behalf of Madness Hill and will not be hostile to you again!” The Great Sacrifice of Heras said in silence.

His sentence is in fact the opposite, because he knows that this injury is very serious for the high sacrifice, that it takes a long time to recover, and that the injury to his left arm endangers the future practice of spells.

Although the sacrifice can be replaced with an arm, the change of arm can cause problems and the speed of application cannot be fully restored.

Abel hesitated for a moment, and his temper came out at this time, considering if he really wanted to break with the hill of fanaticism. Once he broke with it, the Elves and Lightning would be dragged into it.

To think of it, he took a breath and took out a bottle of 'light therapeutic' and walked to the body of the Holas Grand Priest.

“Hollas, give him this medicine!” He said to the Great Sacrifice of Heras.

“Master Bennett, do you know that the Grand Sacrifice does not allow for the use of ordinary, master-level therapeutics, let alone such medicines!” The Hollas Grand Sacrifice looked down on Abel's ‘light healing', he said in silence.

“Hollas Grand Priest, I am a pharmacist, and I have a better say in treatment!” Abel casually threw a 'light cure' at the Hollas Grand Priest, he said.

The Hollas Grand Priest hesitated for a while, but it was a pharmacist in front of him, and if he really wanted to kill the Fockerson Grand Priest, he didn't have to use it at all.

He thought about opening the 'light cure' in his hand and pouring it into his mouth despite the refusal of the Fockerson Grand Sacrifice.

As soon as the 'light healing agent' enters the mouth of the Fockerson Grand Sacrifice, it turns directly into a heat stream and flows towards his body injuries.

Originally shattered into a powdered left arm bone, it was recovering at an extremely rapid rate, the bone was remodeled again, and the wound on his body quickly changed from severe to moderate.

“Master Bennett, what kind of medicine is this?” As soon as the Fockerson's sacrifice had resumed, he asked directly.

His voice was filled with excitement, and you know that the high altar sacrifice, though powerful, could lose some of its strength permanently if it was injured on the front battlefield because of the lack of cures.

In the Maniac and Winterhoof Empires, there are more than a dozen large sacrifices with severely injured and impaired fighting power, and the medicine he just took is likely to restore these injured high sacrifices to their Orcs.

“This is a 'light therapy' I've been working on!” Abe saw the excitement of the Faucathon High Sacrifice and replied with her mouth.

He doesn't understand the excitement of the Faucathon sacrifice. This‘ light cure 'has been used on the central continent for a long time. Don't the Orcs know?

Abel doesn't know how important ‘light therapeutics' are to the sorcerer's guild. 300 bottles per month are not enough for him to use. He used them directly on the front battlefield and has very few connections.

Where will it be publicized, let alone provided to the Orc people, and the high priests do not care about the cure because the natural death gas conflicts with the cure of the world, so this medicine has been widely circulated among the wizards of the central continent, and is not known by the high priests.

“Dear Master Bennett, if you can provide this cure for our Orc family, we can pay the price to your satisfaction!” The Holas High Sacrifice also understood the effect of ‘light healing agents', how important this is to the Orc people, and his attitude is even more humble, he said.

“Hercules Grand Priest, I now give the monthly production of 'Light Therapeutic Agents' to the Wizards Guild. You want ‘Light Therapeutic Agents’ or go to the Wizards Guild!” Abel wouldn't have said that he had also given birth to a ’light cure', while the Wizards' Guild rules were watching.

The Fockerson Sacrifice stood up from the ground and his moderate injuries no longer interfered with his ordinary actions.

“Dear Master Bennett, our Madness Hill can pay double the price of the Wizards Guild and you can trade us‘ Light Therapeutics'!” He stood up and bowed down.

It's just that his words filled the witch's eyes with anger, and you know that the quota of 300 bottles of 'light cure' is very important to the witch's guild, so that many witches die and escape.

“Dear Master Bennett, we interrupt your promotion ceremony today. This is our gift, please accept!” Haeras was very helpless to his companion. Didn't he know it was a robbery of resources in front of the people of the Order of Wizards? He hastily interrupted the words of the Fockerson Priest, he said.