Alchemist Wizard

"It actually collapsed..."

Roy watched as the enemy forces crumbled, feeling somewhat speechless.

However, he also understood that the so-called "everyone is a soldier" concept was greatly exaggerated.

The elite adult warriors were the true backbone of the tribe, while the elderly, weak, women, and children had significantly lower combat power and morale.

"Should we pursue them?"

The thought flashed through his mind, but Roy quickly decided against it.

It was just a matter of a few materials—why exert so much effort?

Completing the task assigned by his teacher was enough.

He turned his gaze to the provisions and supplies that the Blood Mane Tribe had left behind in their haste.

Among the various carts, wooden boxes, and haystacks, a small portion belonged to the Blood Mane Tribe's own provisions, while the majority were spoils of war looted from various places.

These included all sorts of military equipment, iron ingots, pots, pans, gold, silver, and jewelry.

Miscellaneous items were scattered everywhere.

Roy walked over and faintly sensed a trace of magical aura emanating from some of the items.

These were Enchanted Items of varying levels, ranging from high to low, and were materials used in Wizardry.

Due to strict regulations, such items were rare among the common folk, but they could occasionally be found by looting cities and towns.

Bit by bit, they accumulated across vast territories.

Roy quickly scanned them with the [Eye of Hermes].

"Twin Lotus, Cloudwood Aroma, Stone Essence..."

Confirming that there were no issues, he collected everything, regardless of its value.

Roughly estimating, it amounted to several thousand Magic Stones.

Next, he gathered some flattened gold and silver plates, necklaces, and rings.

These might be useful in Alchemy, so he took them as well.

"Handle the rest of the items."

After Celine, Atedia, and the others arrived, Roy gave them instructions and then returned to the spot where he had used his self-created [Black Mist Spell] to kill Old Warrior Borey and others.

"If I didn't missee earlier, the technique he used should be called [War Stomp]!

That's already a martial skill that channels magical power, something ordinary centaurs wouldn't be able to master!"

Advanced Apprentice Berly approached, exclaiming with awe, "This must be a descendant of the heroic Bloodmane King!"

Roy nodded.

In a place where magical power was strictly controlled, the most likely reason for such self-taught abilities was a bloodline power similar to that of a sorcerer!

This could be traced back to ancestors from the mythical era, some of whom were even semi-divine, comparable to a Level 4 Great Wizard!

Even for Wizards, such a bloodline was extremely precious.

Of course, that was a legacy from the Osis Plane. The power level in Netherlands wasn't that high, and the bloodline power had become very diluted.

"The Bloodmane King was a descendant of Centaur Emperor Wu Lun.

Centaur Emperor Wu Lun was arguably the strongest in all of Netherlands over the past 400 years.

His own bloodline power reached the level of a Level 2 Wizard Physique, and he was later elevated to Level 3 by a Great Wizard through potions and Bloodline Modification techniques!

Originally, he was meant to be kept for breeding, but he died in battle halfway through. These descendants were left from his Level 2 days, and now we can only artificially cultivate Level 3 bloodlines outside..."

Berly briefly explained the situation and suggested, "I recommend immediately reporting this to your teacher, Lord Flosf. This might be a good sign for rebuilding the Centaur Legion!"

"No need, I already knew."

An aged voice descended from above.

"Originally, I thought that with each passing generation, no centaur would be able to master such combat techniques. Yet, unexpectedly, a new case of atavism has emerged!

It seems the policy of recuperation has had some effect. Centaur warriors will sprout like weeds in the fields, one after another...

Roy and Berly looked up to see Flosf's magic pet crow descending from the sky.

The crow spoke in a human voice, now embodying Flosf: "Roy, your performance has exceeded my expectations. Many newly promoted Wizards might not possess such skills."

Roy's heart skipped a beat, but he remained composed and said, "You flatter me, teacher. It's merely a stroke of luck and some fortuitous encounters."

"I've heard about this. The Forbidden Experiment in Chalkland failed, resulting in a severe accident.

Later, the area was sealed off by the Great Wizards, but whether intentionally or not, some loopholes were left that allowed entry."

Flosf recounted what he knew. Although he was far away in Netherlands, he still had ways to gather information about what happened there.

Roy lowered his head slightly, pondering whether his teacher was also eyeing the treasures within.

This wasn't him being overly suspicious, but rather a necessary vigilance.

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However, logically speaking, even if the teacher did covet those things, there would be no need to resort to extreme measures to seize them.

This was actually one of the reasons why he had chosen this person as his teacher.

As his thoughts wandered, the crow turned its gaze to the corpses on the ground: "Strong corrosive properties. I didn't expect you to refine the Blackening Potion to such a degree.

This can be considered the essence of corrosive liquids in the field. Many Wizards can refine it, but few can do it well.

In the future, if you have the chance, you can refine some for me. I'll offer you a fair price."

"Yes, teacher," Roy replied.

He didn't particularly care about the exact price, as long as it wasn't a loss.

But if even the teacher acknowledged and purchased it, it would help him build his reputation and sell to other Wizards.

That would certainly command a premium.

"Do you remember what I mentioned before about Centaur Blood Essence and souls?

Now, I'll teach you the key to extraction.

Take this old centaur's body to the other side, and I'll demonstrate it for you personally.

This will also aid you in inscribing your Innate Wizardry."

The crow turned back and continued to speak in a human voice.

Roy complied.

Soon after, he moved to the other side and watched as Flosf used his magic pet to cast spells, remotely extracting the Bloodline power and refining the Blood Essence.

This was relatively simple, and Roy, now a first-level Wizard, could mimic the process.

Subsequently, Flosf performed operations targeting the soul and informed Roy that even if he didn't understand these yet, he could use items as substitutes.

The key lay in the Soul Extraction Magic Crystal he had previously given.

Normal Alchemy Products are sealed, with various Arcane Imprints locking them, making it difficult for outsiders to decipher.

But with his careful guidance, one could bypass the Arcane Imprints and fully understand the internal details and usage methods.

In the end, the centaur's corpse dissolved into a pool of black water and vanished. In its place, the essence of its Bloodline transformed into a vial of crimson liquid, contained in a 250-milliliter reagent bottle.

The soul, meanwhile, condensed into a flame the size of a candle's flame, sealed within the Soul Extraction Magic Crystal.

(End of Chapter)