The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 58 Forgotten History
Ryan watched the giant wolf's bloody mouth grow bigger and bigger in his field of vision, but he raised his right hand without dodging or avoiding it and threw the thing in his hand into the giant wolf's throat. At the same time, he rushed to the left in an extremely embarrassed manner.

The giant wolf missed its bite, and its upper and lower teeth collided with a loud knocking sound. It tilted its right eye to look at its target, and found that the human was lying on the ground. It only needed to turn its head to bite him.

But the man did not show a panic expression on his face, but a strange smile. Just as the giant wolf was about to bite the man to death, it suddenly felt a sharp pain in its chest, and a huge hole appeared on its chest, and all the strength in its body seemed to flow away through the hole.

It couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground. The human got up, pried open the giant wolf's mouth with a sword, and threw something in.

At this last moment, the giant wolf's confused mind finally came to its senses, and it recalled that it seemed to have been a human being. At this time, the thing in its mouth exploded, and its eyes went black, and it completely lost consciousness.

After Ryan saw the giant wolf was completely dead after half of its head was blown off, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground. Then he threw the corroded and pitted sword far away.

He had just risked throwing a can filled with sunlight crystals and cherry bombs into the giant wolf's throat, actually betting that the giant wolf's internal defense was not as strong as its external defense. In the end, he won the bet. When the giant wolf swallowed the can, the can exploded in its esophagus and blew open its chest. This was better than Ryan expected, and it directly paralyzed the giant wolf.

Afterwards, Ryan chose to use the last jar to finish off the monster and completely destroyed it.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. Ryan now has less than 100 Sunshine Crystals in his hand. If he had hesitated for a moment, he would have been out of ammunition and food. As expected, if he hesitated, he would be defeated.

But how to leave this strange place? Ryan sat aside and began to think about this question. The blood-red mist covering the sky slowly dissipated, and the sun shone down.

Ryan turned around and looked around, and found that the surrounding environment began to slowly come alive, no longer the oppressive feeling when it was shrouded in blood-red mist. However, the giant wolf's body changed under the sunlight.

Pieces of debris rose from the giant wolf's body, and then under the sunlight, they turned into golden spots of light and scattered into the surrounding environment. The giant wolf's body also slowly disappeared.

Such a big trophy, just gone like that? Ryan felt a little sad. He walked towards the giant wolf's body and carefully observed how it disappeared.

As a result, he found that the giant wolf's body melted as quickly as snow in the sun. Even if he risked his life to pluck a handful of wolf hair, the hair quickly turned into golden light and slipped out from the cracks in his palms. What's worse is that these things can't be stuffed into any space equipment.

"It's just a dream. You won't even let me enjoy the pleasure of getting the treasure in my dream." Ryan muttered to himself, not noticing that there was a little blood-red light in the giant wolf's heart that did not disappear in the sunlight, but gradually turned into gold, looking like an eyeball.

When the thing finally turned into gold, it flew towards Ryan with a whoosh. Ryan felt a chill on the back of his head, and a ball of golden light exploded in his mind. Then he found himself becoming a bystander, watching the life of an ancient Viking wizard from a third-person perspective.

This Viking wizard lived more than a thousand years ago and was one of the first humans to set foot on Iceland. In that era, wizards lived together with ordinary people, serving as leaders and protectors of ordinary people. Because in that wild era, the distribution of magical creatures was much wider than it is now, and some of them would be dangerous to all humans. If there were no wizards in a strange place, it would be difficult for humans to survive in the harsh environment. In such a harsh environment, survival was the most important thing, and how to survive was no longer the focus, so there was not much conflict between ordinary people and wizards at that time.

At the beginning, the Viking wizard used a series of natural magic to soothe nature and ease the relationship with local magical creatures. The first altar on the island was also built at that time. It was called an altar, but it was actually something similar to a wizard tower. The wizard could perform ritual magic on it and amplify the effect of the spell.

Thirty years had passed since the Viking wizard had lived in harmony with the surrounding nature. During these thirty years, he had grown from a young man to an old man with gray hair.

Due to the good weather and good harvests over the past thirty years, the population of the tribe has doubled, which has also increased the demand for resources. There are more and more conflicts between humans and magical creatures, even to the brink of war.

Even though the wizard and his apprentices repeatedly adjusted the relationship between the two sides, the fragile local ecological environment destroyed these efforts. After a sudden blizzard, scarce resources led to a large-scale conflict.

Under the magical attacks of magical creatures, humans who lacked magic professions were defeated step by step. After seeing his familiar people die one after another, the Viking wizard chose to abandon the way of natural balance and fight back.

He used the magic that originally soothed the dead to summon resentful spirits, and used the magic of blood, flesh, and bones that was used to cure diseases to strengthen his people and awaken the corpses.

At first, the Viking wizard still maintained a peaceful mind, only summoning the undead who were willing to fight for him and strengthening the tribesmen who were willing to sacrifice themselves.

However, as the war between the two sides gradually escalated, the blood of his people made him increasingly paranoid. At first, he only restrained some undead who were unwilling to serve and sent them to the battlefield. Later, he even used large-scale sacrificial magic to gain vitality, not only sacrificing captives and animals, but also finally began to sacrifice the elderly, weak, women and children in the tribe who had no fighting ability.

The Viking wizard sometimes wondered whether his actions were correct, but the cruel war and the surging power distorted his thinking, and he transformed into a wizard who valued power above all else.

Although the Viking wizard made so many efforts, there were still too few humans in Iceland at that time. The magical creatures had an absolute advantage, and the human front was still shrinking day by day.

Eventually, the entire human race in Iceland was forced to retreat step by step from the western coastal plains to the current mountainous area in the middle of the country, abandoning the rich fishing grounds and fertile land and using the mountainous terrain to survive.

After another winter, there were less than a hundred people left due to lack of food and clothing, and it was obvious that they were unable to fight again. However, they were surrounded by most of the magical creatures on Iceland. At this time, they made a bold decision in desperation: even if they all died, they would drag all the magical creatures on the island to hell together.

(End of this chapter)