Versatile Mage

Wang Xiaojun led the way as he and Lingling ventured deeper through the forest close to West Fortress.

“Are you sure that he has not betrayed you?” asked Lingling in a serious voice.

“I’m not so sure, to be honest, but he did respond to my call the other day. I can summon him with this flute.” Wang Xiaojun took out a small flute.

He placed the flute at the side of his mouth and started playing a tone. The sound was similar to blowing a whistle with a leaf. Although it was fairly sharp, it sounded quite pleasant. Furthermore, it was able to cover a great distance in the forest.

The sound of the flute echoed through the woods. Lingling raised her head to check her surroundings, but could not discover any sign of the gray eagle.

Wang Xiaojun continued to play the flute. After a long time, the only response he could hear was the bugs nearby. He lowered the flute with a slight disappointment and said, “Maybe I’ve thought too simple about the situation. Even Heavenly Eagles with proper lineage could not resist the presence of the Ruler-level creature, let alone a mix breed, which is supposed to have a weaker resistance.”

Lingling comforted, “Why don’t you try it again, maybe he’s far away from here.”

Wang Xiaojun glanced into the distance and raised the flute again. As he was about to blow it, a sharp cry was heard from the trees.

The cry was quite pleasant, and Wang Xiaojun was extremely familiar with it. It was the sound of the gray eagle he had raised from a chick!

Every Heavenly Eagle of West Fortress had been cruelly executed, while his impure lineage had saved his life. To Wang Xiaojun’s surprise, the gray eagle was still very responsive to him. He rapidly flew over to him and landed, before fondling him with his head.

He had not turned against them. He was still the same as always!

Wang Xiaojun hugged the gray eagle excitedly. He patted his head and said, “Do you know, we’re about to do something incredible. We’ve been looked down and mistreated by the others in the army. If we manage to accomplish this mission, the people of West Fortress would have a different view of us. Isn’t this the moment we’ve always been waiting for!?”

The gray eagle cried out excitedly, as if he could understand Wang Xiaojun’s words.

“The mission is very dangerous. If anything goes wrong, both of us will end up dead. I’m very scared too, but I don’t just want to be someone that cooked rice in the army. I want to contribute. Gray Eagle, only you can help me now,” said Wang Xiaojun sincerely, looking at the eagle.

The gray eagle remained silent, and fully extended his wings, as if he were trying to tell Wang Xiaojun that they were going to move out right away.

“Alright, let’s go!” Wang Xiaojun leapt onto the eagle’s back. After stabilizing himself, he said to Lingling, “Wait for me here. I’ll send the Red Falcon Herbs to the fortress straight away after I’ve retrieved them.”

“I’ll guide you to a relatively safe path, but I can’t guarantee your safety. Remember, if you found yourself in any kind of trouble, don’t force it. You can’t handle the White Magic Falcons on your own,” Lingling said to Wang Xiaojun sternly.

Wang Xiaojun smiled. He performed a rather bad salute to Lingling and patted the eagle’s neck. The creature sprang into the sky and vanished from the woods a few seconds later.

Lingling raised her head, watching at the brave young man and the mistreated gray eagle to fly into the distance. No one expected that the fate of Hangzhou City would lie on the shoulders of a seventeen-year-old. Ugh, she forgot that she was seventeen, too…

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“Got it, let’s hope he and the eagle will return safely,” Mo Fan hung up the call.

He looked to the west and saw the white clouds of feathered wings getting closer to the city. They seemed to be floating right above the fortress, and from the city, the people could see the explosions of destructive Spells blossoming like fireworks in the dark.

The Magicians of Hangzhou City were in the middle of a bloodbath. Hopefully, they could last until Wang Xiaojun’s return with the Red Falcon Herbs. Otherwise, there would be significantly more casualties soon.

None of it was within Mo Fan’s control. His focus now was helping the Black Totem Snake out.

The batch of blood serums that contained the Diseased Blood was being transported to West Lake. There was plenty of them, thus taking a truckload of the blood serums would not make any difference. Besides, it was obvious that the blood serums were not ideal for humans, so they were perfect for the Black Totem Snake.

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It took quite some time just to move the blood serums. They finally arrived at Su Causeway around midnight.

When Mo Fan saw the Black Totem Snake did not seem to be waking up, he quickly jumped onto his head. The blood serums were fairly small, thus it was quite impossible for the Black Totem Snake to consume them himself. Mo Fan had no choice but to push the blood serums into the Black Totem Snake’s mouth through the gaps of his teeth.

Although the blood serums were tiny enough to be inserted into the Black Totem Snake’s mouth through the gap between his teeth, a fairly high-quality blood serum was enough to produce ten times the amount of blood a human had. If the Black Totem Snake were to consume the entire truck of blood serums, he should at least recover two or three blocks of his HP bar, right?

The blood serums were continuously fed to the Black Totem Snake. Mo Fan had no idea how much the blood serums that he had fed to the Black Totem Snake were worth. He soon almost finished feeding the entire truck of blood serums to the beast.

The blood serums were very effective for a Totem Beast, too. It was obvious that the Black Totem Snake’s aura was starting to recover.

As Mo Fan fed the Black Totem Snake the last box of the blood serums, the snake’s eyes suddenly sprang open!

The shocking eyes were staring at the tiny Mo Fan who was standing on his head. Mo Fan stumbled and almost fell into the lake.

The Black Totem Snake uttered a deep voice. Mo Fan’s face immediately turned pale, who slowly turned around and asked Tangyue who was standing on the causeway, “What… what… what is he saying…”

Tangyue giggled and said to Mo Fan with squinted eyes, “He’s asking if you have any more. He’s also thanking you.”

Instead of destroying the blood serums, it was better to give them to the Black Totem Snake so he could recover. Mo Fan gave Leng Qing another call and asked her to send another truckload of the blood serums.

The Black Totem Snake let out another cry.

Before Mo Fan could ask, Tangyue translated with a smile, “The big guy says they are quite delicious. He likes them very much.”

Mo Fan could feel his lips twitching. If anything, these blood serums were like illegally recycled waste cooking oil. He had never seen anyone enjoying himself so much eating illegally recycled cooking oil…