Abe the Wizard

Fighting 3 powerful ancients alone was the craziest thing Abel has done.

Korlic and Talic kept chasing after him with countless powerful attacks.

But considering Abel’s speed on Madawc’s long-range attack would be able to do anything.

In fact, that flying ax could kill him in an instant.

Still, Abel wouldn’t give him a chance with his world stone ignited.

Just like that, a strange atmosphere dragged on in the battle.

Abel kept flashing in a straight line, and Talic and Korlic ran back and forth, chasing after him.

His main target was Madawc. With another 2 static fields, a large chunk of life was taken from Madawc once again.

Talic and Korlic roared, but there was nothing they could do to protect Madawc.

After an hour, 2 hours, and finally, 3 hours with 5 full recovery potions emptied, Madawc’s life was finally dropping to critical condition.

But those other 2 ancients were not tired at all after trying to chase down Abel for so long.

“That’s rigged!” Abel grunt. He couldn’t wait to end Madawc.

He knew very well there was no way he would be doing this without the world stone.

He cast a final chain of lightning, and Madawc gave out a helpless roar before turning into a beam and returning to his statue.

Abel flashed again and dragged out his distance again with the other 2 ancients.

There was no soul, nothing. He killed Madawc, and there was not a single reward for him? Not even an ability potion?

Of course, the ancients were not hell creatures.

However, the battle with Talic and Korlic progressed smoothly, with Madawc dead.

As long as Abel kept his distance and did not let those strong bodies of the ancients touch him, he would be able to wear them out with his spells bit by bit. But finally, after 12 hours, Abel’s body was finally getting tired despite how many full recovery potions he drank.

After all, those potions could only help his body, not his soul.

He turned to the 2 ancients, Korlic still had one-fourth of life left, and Talic still had one-third.

Abel didn’t know if he could keep going anyway. Although he was no stranger to long battles, none of them was near as mentally taxing.

He was basically at death’s door throughout this time. He could not get distracted, not even a single bit.

At the same time, he had already lost 4 spirit guardian knights, and his grey bear was still healing. He couldn’t give up.

It was at this moment, he decided to give his druid soul full control while his main soul took a rest. His druid soul almost became one with the world stone at an instant.

Abel knew very well that, once his soul began to fatigue, he would be struck down.

Since his druid soul had no consciousness, nothing would be able to distract it.

Korlic jumped again, and the druid soul automatically cast a chain of lightning.

But one downside of using the druid soul in the Dark World was that he could only cast one spell at a time, so this gave Talic’s an opportunity to strike.

It unleashed an invincible hurricane and speeded towards Abel. Abel’s body immediately did a twitch. With the world slowed down, he could clearly see the red swinging saw from within.

Just in time, Abel avoided the blade when it was just inches from him.

It was the power of the Druid soul. Even Abel himself couldn’t do something like it.

The hurricane was a top-level skill. A single mistake would cost his life.

And it was at that moment, Korlic jumped up again before a chain of lightning struck it down again.

Afterward, the energy of a ‘new star’ sparked from Abel, and lightning elements blasted out from him.

He rarely used this spell since it worked the best in close range.

However, his druid soul somehow managed to cast that spell at a rate of 2 times per second while dodging all of the attacks by stepping back.

If Talic was like a mad bull, Abel was the best bullfighter playing around with it like a toy.

After a few attempts at jumping attacks, Talic finally gave up and used its double ax to strike.

However, all Abel did was move his body at a bigger motion and keep a larger distance before the strikes were avoided perfectly.

Still, the power from each of their strikes sent a scary shock wave through the air.

After Abel’s main soul rested for 10 minutes, he was no longer fatigued, but he did not take back control of his body.

Instead, he preferred how things were going as he watched what was happening.

No matter how scary things looked, his druid soul worked with the world stone perfectly, and each move was executed perfectly.

He never thought fighting like this was even possible.

Since when could a wizard fight at close range like this?

That’s right, only something without fear and function on pure logic, his druid soul.

A normal person would definitely be overloaded with stress and fail to keep calm.

Abel was initially expecting the battle to last for another 5 to 6 hours, but it had only taken 20 minutes.

First, Korlic let out a great roar, and his body returned to a statue in a beam.

Talic then followed, but the last gaze it gave Abel almost looked like it was still alive.

Abel took back control of his body and gazed at the statue with a sigh.

The ancients did not leave any spoils for him.

Suddenly, the giant magic circle below him began to glow, and he sensed his body tense up and dragged up to the sky.

The strange thing was that he did not sense any danger from his intuition.

He wanted to struggle, but the forces around him were far greater.

Afterward, a golden beam emerged from Madawc’s statue, and energy was transferred into the circle before landing on Abel.

It was an energy that had the scent of ancient times. It was made up of the power of law and some other forces Abel could not comprehend, but it was extremely pure.

It charged into the 3 rank 26 Wizard patterns in Abel’s soul. Abel felt his heart drop.

The wizard patterns were his core. If they were damaged, even a full recovery potion could repair them.

However, his struggles were futile.

Suddenly, his soul let out a roar, and the power of law within his 3 rank 26 wizard pattern immediately shot up.

Almost at an instant, his wizard patterns were fulfilled.

This process could take years, but that ancient scent was giving him the energy he needed in no time.

Abel fixed his power of the will onto the changes in his soul. He heard the sound of waves.. It was the ancient energy transforming into magical power.