Black Hearted Mage

Chapter 158 Highland Ogre

The magician flew out at an astonishing speed like a cannonball, flying over twenty meters. He then fell heavily to the ground in an extremely awkward position. The fall was truly terrifying, with his entire body prostrating on the ground and dust flying everywhere.

Although the magician didn't die instantly, his tragic state after he collapsed showed that he had been severely injured. He lay on the ground, his body twitching slightly. His mouth was open, but no sound came out.

Several spotted vipers, leisurely basking in the sun, were startled by this sudden change. They quickly curled up, their muscles tensed like steel, their cold eyes fixed on the uninvited guest who had descended from the sky. Then, without hesitation, they opened their jaws, baring their sharp and deadly fangs, and pounced on the magician like lightning.

As the vipers' fangs pierced the magician's body at high speed, surprisingly, the already dazed and unconscious magician remained completely unresponsive, as if he had lost all consciousness. He simply lay there motionless, allowing the vipers to attack him at will. For a moment, five or six vipers launched a continuous attack, but even so, the magician remained motionless, as if completely unaware of what was happening around him.

Amidst this chaos, another crisis quietly loomed. A blazing, exploding fireball suddenly roared towards Caesar. A magician had seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack. However, Caesar was not one to be easily ambushed. Long before the opponent could make a move, his keen perception sensed the approaching danger and decisively unleashed his signature Blink spell, instantly vanishing from the spot and easily avoiding the opponent's spell range.

As the explosive fireball crashed to the ground, accompanied by a burst of explosions, a ball of orange-red flames suddenly exploded. The flames flew everywhere, and the extremely high temperature burned the ground within a radius of four or five meters to scorch.

Caesars stared coldly at the magician who had dared to attack him, secretly calculating the cooldown of the Flash spell. Although this magical spell was powerful, it could not be cast continuously. After each use, a specific interval had to be waited.

The attacker was quite old, his hair and beard already gray. He looked to be at least seventy or eighty, perhaps even one or two hundred. He wore a bright red magic robe, as bright as flames. However, the magic badge on his chest revealed that he was only a mid-level magician.

"You are just a mid-level magician, and you dare to do such a trick behind my back? You are simply overestimating yourself!" Kaisas roared angrily.

In a flash, Caesars quickly activated his magic shield and cast a magic armor spell on himself. Then, with steady and powerful steps, he approached the opponent step by step. At this moment, he exuded a terrifying aura, like a volcano about to erupt, vowing to teach this ignorant magician a painful lesson that he would never forget.

At the same time, the mercenaries who had gathered around them saw the situation was not good and retreated in panic. They knew that if the two magicians engaged in a fierce battle, the energy fluctuations they triggered would likely affect innocent people.

At that moment, out of the corner of his eye, Caesars suddenly caught sight of a figure in the distance, leisurely observing the goings-on. Looking closely, he saw it was the old man, Geralt. He had already hidden himself several dozen meters away, looking as if he had nothing to do with the matter, clearly just there to watch the fun.

Just as Caesars was getting closer to the magician, just as he was about to enter the range of the spell, the snow-haired attacker turned around and fled, using the flash spell at the same time.

Farther away, a group of magicians approached. Caesar spotted several great magicians. He immediately turned and headed toward the crack in the earth. He slowly channeled magic power into the tip of his staff, increasing his speed.

Caesars knew clearly that he did not have enough strength to turn against the Magic Guild yet, so it would be better for him to leave first.

There were more and more spotted vipers on the grass, but they seemed to ignore Caesar and let him pass by.

A few hundred meters behind him, the members of the Magic Guild began clearing the vipers and rescuing people. Near the Magic Guild stood six or seven mages from the Northland Tower, including Kandel and Old Roman.

"Haha, it was Caesars who did it. Someone actually dared to steal his golden-eyed black snake!" Kandel couldn't help laughing as he looked at the half-dead magician.

"Kandel, the vipers here don't seem to bite Caesars. Look ahead, don't look at a half-dead man!"

Old Roman watched Caesar's retreating figure, feeling vaguely that he was hiding something from him. The recordings the Magic Guild had just made showed that Caesar was almost effortless against magicians of his level, and even some of his spells were beyond Old Roman's comprehension.

"That brat, Kaisas, has a secret. The spells he used are incredibly strange. They were three instant-cast spells that dealt no damage to the target, yet the high-ranking magician of the Magic Guild lost all his power, like a lamb to the slaughter!"

Kandel watched Kaisas passing through the group of snakes. No viper attacked him, which made him more convinced that the other party had many secrets.

The magic steel cage brought from the Northern Tower clanged and hissed as it was struck. Then, the hides encasing the cage corroded at a visible rate. The magicians carrying the magic steel cage were so frightened that they activated their shields, fearing the golden-eyed black snake would spit poison again.

"Alas, the venom has run out again! There must be some mysterious connection between Kaisas and the golden-eyed black devil snake." The great alchemist Kandel sighed.

"Kandel, do you still have any powerful antidote?" asked Cairns, the vice president of the Magic Guild.

The unfortunate senior magician was bitten by the spotted viper more than a dozen times and had already drunk three bottles of powerful antidote, but he still showed no signs of waking up.

"Kains, this guy isn't unconscious from poisoning; he was badly injured from the fall. But your student deserves it for daring to steal Caesar's golden-eyed black snake. To prevent you from being embarrassed in the future, I have to warn you: the stone that showed you naked that year is now in Caesar's hands!"

The Grand Alchemist smiled slyly, his entire body trembling with laughter. Keynes's face was ashen as he glared at Old Roman. This photo stone was his masterwork. Back then, while trying to uncover the secrets of Ludwig Castle, he had been brutally tortured by the Flame Man and thrown out naked.

"Old Roman, this is all your fault!"

"Kains, what's the point of glaring? If you have the guts, go get the Image Stone back. But I suspect you, like your students, will suffer greatly under Kaesas's spell!"

Old Roman looked at the white-haired Keynes. He hoped that the other party would say some harsh words, or even attack him, so that he would have a chance to teach him a lesson.

"Old Roman, his magic is indeed very strange. You've seen his staff, it's made entirely of metal, it must weigh at least several dozen kilograms!"

Caesar's spells were extremely strange, and even though Cairns was a powerful magician, he was very wary of them. What he wanted most now was to wake up his student and ask him how those strange spells made him feel.

"I can throw your student over 20 meters, I can break open a magic steel cage with my bare hands, so what's the point of holding a metal staff weighing dozens of kilograms!"

Although Kandel appeared cheerful and cheerful on the surface, deep down, he was deeply shocked by the immense strength displayed by Caesars. As everyone knows, the magic steel used by the Magic Guild is of the highest quality, with an incomparably tough texture. Breaking such hard magic steel is no easy task; it requires incredible strength!

Caesars inched closer to the fissure. As the distance closed, the vipers on the ground grew denser. Less than a hundred meters away, the vipers emerged from the crack in the ground like a surging tide, seemingly endless. The fissure was over two meters wide, like a bottomless black abyss, emitting waves of chill and mystery.

The number of vipers in front of me was beyond imagination. They densely covered the entire field of vision, making people feel their scalp tingling at a glance.

Such a large viper population must require an astronomical amount of food. The underground world must have abundant food to sustain such a large number of vipers.

On the west side of the rift, Caesars vaguely saw the figures of ogres, but they were a little far away and could not be seen clearly.

The ground in front of Caesars was covered with spotted vipers, leaving him with nowhere to stand. As the tip of the Death Staff emitted a faint magical light, the snakes fled in all directions as if frightened.

Caesars walked quickly, and all the vipers within ten meters of him fled. He was now standing on the edge of a fissure in the earth, a bottomless chasm that must have been about thirty miles deep.

Caesars didn't linger. With the help of his flash spell, he easily crossed the crack in the ground and landed steadily among the vipers. A spotted viper, hurt by being stepped on, turned its head and bit him. Caesars didn't dodge, letting the viper bite his calf.

In that brief moment, the not-so-large viper injected its deadly venom into the creature with lightning speed, releasing its sharp fangs in the blink of an eye. However, Caesars had no intention of killing it. He simply glanced at the viper and continued walking towards the distance with a determined stride.

At this moment, the little black snake lying on his shoulder seemed a little anxious and uneasy. It was obviously very dissatisfied with the behavior of the viper just now. But looking at the dense vipers on the ground, the little black snake did not dare to jump down easily and teach the little viper a lesson.

A moment later, Caesars suddenly felt a slight itch on his calf. He looked down and saw the viper that had bitten him twisting its body wildly, hissing in agony. The viper's fangs and head were gradually corroding and melting. This was all due to the mysterious and powerful Abyssal Bloodline within Caesars. This power, emanating from the abyss, was unparalleled, and any creature that dared to offend it would be ruthlessly crushed. The poor little viper would slowly die in endless agony.

Time ticked by, and after less than ten minutes, a row of tall tents suddenly appeared not far ahead. These tents were all made of tough, thick cowhide, meticulously painted with bold, unrestrained, and wild patterns. From afar, they looked like a tribal camp rising above the earth.

Several tall Highland Ogres were looking at the figure coming from the direction of the earth rift.

"Old Trump!" the man shouted loudly.

An old ogre, with several large snow-white braids on his head and wearing a rough animal hide robe, looked at the person not far away with some confusion. He didn't recognize the person, but the voice was a little familiar, but he just couldn't remember where it was.

"Old Trum, don't you recognize me?"

Kaisas walked to the side of several ogres. They were all wearing animal skin robes, which meant that they were shamans.

"Your voice sounds familiar, but I can't remember who you are!"

The old ogre grinned, smiling in a somewhat naive manner.

"I'm Caesars, and I learned how to make bread from Melissa. Old Trum wouldn't have forgotten this, would he?"

"Kaisas? He was a little kid who wasn't even as tall as my knee!"

The old ogre finally remembered, and more than ten years had passed in the blink of an eye.

"Old Trum, since you don't want the viper, why don't you fill up this crack in the earth?" Caesars looked at several northern ogres and asked.

"It's not that we don't want to fill it, it's that the humans want us to fill it a few days later. We have already discussed with the people in the north to transport sand and stones from the north to fill this crack in the earth!" said the old ogre helplessly.

"Old Trum, when will humans be able to call the shots on the Northern Plateau? The Northern Plateau is the territory of the ogres. What the Northerners say doesn't count. You have the final say on everything. The weather in the highlands is getting warmer, and there must be other monsters coming out from underground!"

"There will be other monsters coming out!" an old ogre exclaimed.

"Kaisas, tell me, what kind of monster is coming out?"

Old Trum was a little anxious, while the other old ogres stared blankly. Trum was the prophet of the Highland Ogre Tribe and the tribe's chief shaman. His status in the tribe was higher than that of the tribe leader.

"Old Trump, there are magical beasts underground that specialize in eating vipers. Now the vipers have run up to the surface, and they are going to chase us to the ground too!" said Caesars.