Witch: Accumulate Experience Through The Knight Breathing Technique

Chapter 1162: Level 16! (1)

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Dark Ancient Tower.

Third Level.

Windless Valley Market.

There was no market in this world. As more people came, one came into being.

The Windless Valley used to be a resource point. The valley was filled with herbs and precious plants.

By the time wizards and other races arrived, it had already been picked clean.

Of course, this wasn’t a problem for the ancient tower.

Because once it opened this time, no one would be able to enter for another 10,000 years, which was enough time for it to restore ecological balance.

Perhaps the creator of the ancient tower had considered this point when setting the opening time to once every ten thousand years.

Dozens of Fourth-Circle Wizards settled here in this market.

These people maintained a delicate balance.

Everyone used the resources they didn’t need to trade with others, bartering and exchanging goods.

These people no longer had any hope of entering the fourth level, nor did they have a way to return below.

So they decided to establish a fragile place of order and wait for the ancient tower to send them home.

There was a constant flow of stalls and hawkers here.

“Five level 4 Wind Rolling Grass for an equivalent Fire medicinal herb. Those serious, come forth, and no Aether Stones!”

“Trading Level 3 Magnetic Fire Ore for equivalent-level Water-Element Ore. If you have, we can meet in a small grove. I’m a seasoned fourth-circle senior, so let’s carefully consider any cunning moves.”

“Illidan Team seeks an array wizard to explore ‘Raging Wind Canyon’. The team already has a fourth-circle wizard with five talents. Spoils will be fair, no non-array wizards!”

“Just a fourth-circle senior leading to explore the ‘Raging Wind Canyon’? Are you thinking the sealed level 5 Night Devil doesn’t exist? Truly fearless, my Windrunner Team will venture into ‘Giant Ax Canyon’ in three days to vanquish the wicked Death Wizard ‘Bone King’ inside. All fourth-circle seniors are welcome, any profession! Our leader is the Balck Elf Witch, Hill!”

“Tsk, tsk, just a fourth-circle senior witch with half-elf bloodline? Thought she was tough… Regarding danger, Giant Ax Canyon ranks top in the third level. Those who venture in never return. Better save your breath, you lot.”

“Yeah, besides the mysterious Death Wizard inside, Giant Ax Canyon also houses a Level 5 ‘Canyon Swift Wind Crab’. Invulnerable, mighty, and blazingly fast. I’ve seen it easily crush a senior fourth-circle wizard.”

In the market, endless debates raged.

In a quiet corner, a wizard sat alone with a glass of spirits beside him.

He sported a head of snow-white hair, a weathered face, and eyes clouded with age. Beneath the wrinkles, one could faintly discern the handsome and rebellious visage of his youth.

His name was Fryer, an obscure wizard from the Frost School.

He was fortunate enough to acquire a key. Then, he ventured into the ancient tower, yet found no treasures to prolong his life or advance his realm.

He could feel life slipping away. He was nearing death…

“Hey, Fryer, what’s troubling you?”

A middle-aged witch appeared.

“How long have we known each other, Heidi?” Fryer asked.

“Let me think, It’s been over three hundred years. Why ask now?” Heidi asked.

“Old age makes one nostalgic. Without you, I’d never have become a wizard,” Fryer reminisced.

Heidi sat down, recalling fondly, “Indeed, you were once spirited, dashing, brave, and cunning.”

“Countless noblewomen were smitten with you. Even I, as an official wizard, was captivated. That’s why we shared that passionate night… But don’t dwell on it. I only guided you into the Wizard World out of duty. Besides the unattainable Mr. Truth, I’ll never marry another man.”

“Truth is eternal,” Fryer sighed.

“After parting from the human realm, I thought we’d never meet again,” Heidi reflected emotionally. “I’m in the Endless Sea, and you’re in the Ice Realm. Yet here we are, reunited with the opening of the ancient tower. Fate works in mysterious ways. When you left the human realm, you were but middle-aged. In just over three hundred years, you’ve become a fourth-circle wizard with a triple affinity. Such progress is astounding.”

Fryer looked skyward, whispering, “Everyone encounters opportunities. My achievements today… were hard-earned. Heidi, could you do me a favor?”

Heidi hesitated.

Fryer sighed, handing his storage bag to Heidi. “I’m dying, possibly today or tomorrow… Please take my remains back to the human realm, to the tulip plains in the Emerald Kingdom, behind the Sharon family castle. There’s a cherry blossom tree I planted before leaving home. Bury my bones, sword, and armor together. Everything in the bag is yours, including the ‘Necromancer’s Codex’, a technique I stumbled upon. I advise against practicing it, though the choice is yours.”

“Why?” Heidi asked.

“A Fourth-Circle Wizard should live six or seven hundred years, but I’ve only lived half that… and now I wither,” Fred said wryly. “Why do you think?”