Free Web NovelChapter 193: Chapter 125: Mithril Resource Point, the White-robed Priest on the Chariot
The power system of the Turin Plane shared many similarities with that of the Wizard Civilization.
It was also divided into two major categories: Knights and spellcasters.
The Knight progression was also identical, advancing step-by-step from Apprentice Knight, to Knight, Grand Knight, and finally Legendary Knight.
Even the finer subdivisions within those ranks were the same.
The spellcasting side, however, was different.
The Turin Plane had no Wizards, only Priests who served Divine Spirits and spread their teachings.
Apprentice Priests were the equivalent of Wizard Apprentices in the Wizard Civilization.
The next rank, White-Robed Priests, were equivalent to Wizards.
The power of a White-Robed Priest came primarily from the grace of a Divine Spirit.
The level of grace they received determined the strength of their power.
Based on their power and status within the church, White-Robed Priests were divided into six ranks, from highest to lowest, roughly corresponding to First-level and Second-level Wizards.
This Turin contingent was merely escorting prisoners, so it was no surprise that no White-Robed Priests were accompanying them.
There wasn’t even a single Apprentice Priest.
The group’s overall strength wasn’t particularly high.
The foot soldiers were only at the Knight level, and most of the armored warriors were Grand Knights. Only the bearded man and two others had reached the level of Tier One Legendary Knight.
Using the Eye of Omniscience, Pei Ze grasped the enemy’s strength in an instant.
As the giant eagle dove to an altitude of one hundred meters, he abruptly raised a hand, and a dense barrage of Magic Missiles poured forth in an instant.
Since his advancement to Wizard, his control over his Spiritual Power had grown far more precise. In Pei Ze’s hands, the power and effectiveness of One-Ring Spells now far surpassed what they once were.
Now, when he cast Magic Missile, the number of projectiles from a single spell had skyrocketed to over fifty. And with Composite Spellcasting allowing him to cast four at once, the number of missiles instantly exceeded two hundred, riddling the armored Knights like a torrent of bullets.
Only the bearded Knight leading them managed to survive, thanks to his greater strength, but even he was grievously wounded. He stared at Pei Ze in horror.
The sight left the remaining foot soldiers and prisoners completely stunned.
They never imagined that the group of powerful Knights would be almost completely wiped out by the attacker in a single clash!
Only after getting a clear look at the white robes Pei Ze wore did the prisoners’ faces light up with ecstatic joy.
"It’s a Wizard Lord!"
"We’re saved!"
In stark contrast to the prisoners’ elation, the faces of the Turin People instantly turned deathly pale.
Having fought the Wizard Civilization for so long, they knew exactly what it meant to encounter a Wizard here.
These were beings capable of contending with the revered and powerful Official Priests.
Even if their entire contingent attacked at once, they probably wouldn’t be able to lay a single scratch on him.
"Split up and run!"
The bearded Knight quickly assessed the situation and gave the decisive command, then charged toward Pei Ze with a roar.
’A very wise choice.’
A hint of appreciation flashed in Pei Ze’s eyes as he raised his hand.
Acid Arrow x1!
Magic Missile x3!
The intensely corrosive Acid Arrow struck the bearded Knight in a flash, effortlessly piercing the Elemental Power protecting his body and corroding a massive, gaping hole straight through his chest.
One could even see the ground behind him through the wound.
In that instant, the bearded Knight felt his power gushing from the wound like water through a broken dam as a tide of weakness washed over him.
His legs gave way, and he fell to his knees before slowly collapsing to the ground.
Before his consciousness faded into eternal darkness, the last thing he saw was the sight of his men being slaughtered, cut down by the dense barrage of Magic Missiles.
By the time Su Ya and Peng Yan jumped down from the giant eagle’s back, not a single member of the Turin People was left standing on the plains.
The two exchanged a look, a mix of resignation and familiarity, then began to methodically clean up the battlefield and collect the loot.
As they passed the group of prisoners, Peng Yan, at a nod from Pei Ze, cut the iron chains from their wrists.
The prisoners, recovering from the initial ecstasy of their rescue, all turned to look at Pei Ze with gazes full of awe.
A burly man who appeared to be their leader stepped forward from the group, bowed respectfully to Pei Ze, and said, "Thank you for saving our lives, my lord."
Pei Ze looked him up and down, then his gaze swept over the other prisoners.
Their strength wasn’t particularly impressive. Aside from the burly man, who had the physique of a Legendary Knight, the others were at the level of Senior Grand Knights at best.
"What happened here?" Pei Ze asked calmly.
The burly man gave a wry smile. "My lord, we’re from a Mercenary Corps. We were hired by several Wizard Lords to help guard an ore vein. But just yesterday, the Turin People raided the site. Of the five Wizard Lords, two were killed and three escaped. Our Mercenary Corps suffered devastating losses. Everyone else was killed, leaving only those of us who were taken captive."
Hearing this, both Su Ya and Peng Yan tensed.
Although they had heard plenty about the dangers of the Plane Battlefield, they were still shocked to hear firsthand that even powerful Wizards had been killed in action.
Pei Ze raised an eyebrow. ’Guarding a resource point really is high risk, high reward,’ he thought.
"How far is that ore vein from here?"
The burly man pointed back in the direction they had come from. "It’s a little over eighty kilometers from here."
Pei Ze unfolded his Magic Map and quickly located the corresponding resource point.
The information on it hadn’t been updated yet, which likely meant the news hadn’t reached Red Maple City.
But what surprised Pei Ze even more was that the resource point was actually a Mithril Ore Vein.
’No wonder it took five Wizards to guard that resource point.’
As understanding dawned, Pei Ze also felt a stir of temptation.
Mithril usually appears as a byproduct of silver ore.
